Post by JackHammer on Mar 4, 2012 4:22:11 GMT -6
In nearly thrity-five years on this planet, there are few things that I've learned and kept with me throughout such. One such lesson is that there are many different faces in the crowd; no one is the exact same. No, I'm not talking about people's names and such trivialities like that. I'm talking about how people believe that they are in a higher class than you. Superiority complexes, as it were. And no one fits that bill quite like Joe Everyman.
Fu*king snob.
You walk around the halls of the NCW as if your sh*t don't stink; that you're some sort of high-class wunderkind. You're nothing more than a five-dollar piece of sh*t in a tin can painted gold. You can pretend to anyone else on any other night that you are the future of the industry, that you are the face of the NCW, that you're the next President, for all I care. Those things are the least of my concern, primarily because I don't listen to your boring monologues about how you wipe your butt front-to-back.
But when you talk about me, my family and what happened, you're no longer playing with fire, Joe Everyman. You're playing with a whole new monster. A not-so-nice monster, at that.
You've got some real balls to talk sh*t about me in the manner that you did. You mocked my height -- yet, even at seven-feet tall, I'm way more talented than you are on stilts. Then you attack my name -- no matter how you slice it, Joe Everyman, whether I'm JackHammer, Jack Lockhart or The Chi-Town Terror., I'm still the same beast, same ferocity, same level of making it my business to break necks and look good doing it. You can dilly-dally all day long getting your nails painted if you chose. I do things my way, you do yours in your own way. You would go on to target my biggest bullsye in my knees, my family's demise, what's left of such, and my very career.
I'm going to make things plain and simple for you, Joe Everyman: quit while you're behind... seriously. You can mock me all you want, saying that I'm not too smart and all of that bull sh*t. You think just cause you beat Adam Knite that you are untouchable, that I can't even come close to beating you on Sunday in our match. Come Sunday night I am going to make you truely regret saying all of that when I beat the living fuc*king sh*t out of you.
Listen, Joe Everyman, I don't care about your upbringing, your family, your friends, you or your future. I'm worried about two things: me and my future. But, judging from your recent actions, you don't care for your own, and I will not help you in that department. Instead, I will help you out by destroying whatever future you may have had. It is a pity, you showed such promise, but your big mouth wrote your demise for you. At the end of the day,Joe Everyman, when the dust has settled and the smoke has cleared, the ref will be raising my hand naming me the winner of our match and the new NCW X champ.
Joe Everyman, you will be just another victim![/color]
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We open to a scene we haven't seen much of in some time. We find ourselves up before dawn and on top of the beautiful stairs at the Tombstone Museum of Art in beautiful Tombstone, Arizona. These stairs are a bit of a trendy place to exercise, mingle, and show off as only a Arizonian can. A steep, treacherous climb, it doesn't take many trips up and down to put in a great workout. However, being as how it's so early, the stairs are empty. Save for one soul.
We hear the sounds of labored breathing as our view is interrupted by JackHammer., jogging up the stairs. He reaches the top of his ascent to the top and walks around the top as part of a cool down. He sees the NCW camera and just shakes his head, not saying anything as he catches his breath. JackHammer then walks over to a park bench up at the top, where a small cooler sits. He opens it up and takes out a bottle of Gatorade. He opens it up, throws the cap back into the cooler, then drinks the Gatorade as he continues to walk around. He pauses to wipe some of the sweat from off his face, then finishes off the Gatorade. He tosses the bottle back into the cooler, stretches out his legs for a few seconds, then sits down on the bench. He looks up at the camera and shakes his head.[/color]
JackHammer: These stairs...[/color]
JackHammer pauses and takes a deep breath that seems to finally get his wind back.[/color]
JackHammer: I used to climb these things until I damn near threw up... I used to bust my arse almost every day to keep myself in top physical condition and I was the best conditioned athlete in the pro-wrestling circuit for quite a while. When I was younger, before I made it to the pro circuits... I trained for strength and those flashy muscles that everyone's used to seeing out of their wrestlers. But it's when I moved away from that and started training for stamina, that's when I started to get good at this crap. My NCW career has been based off me being able to outlast my opponents... Sometimes I can, sometimes I can't, but when it matters most, I seem to have that one extra reserve that most men don't have. It's that stamina and mental toughness... I got it from climbing these stairs.[/color]
JackHammer pauses and shifts himself on the park bench, bringing up his right leg on to the bench. He leans forward and reaches into the cooler again, this time pulling out an ice pack. He closes the cooler, props his leg up on it, and puts the ice pack directly on his often injured knee. From nowhere, a voice finishes the thought JackHammer earlier proposed.[/color]
Voice: These stairs also helped take years off your career.[/color]
JackHammer looks around for a moment, trying to find out who the owner of the voice is. From the stairs comes JackHammer's cousin, Goliath. Golaith, in a gray sweatshirt and sweatpants, walks over to the bench and stands next to JackHammer, arms folded over his chest.[/color]
Goliath: You know it as well as I do. You frequent this place when you need to get away from the world and be alone. That's the only reason you're here now, aren't you? You need to take time off from the world around you.[/color]
JackHammer: I don't take the time off I need to take. I was hurt, but I covered it up because I didn't want the NCW to pass me by. I made the mistake when I was on a hot streak to take some time off and I was out of the loop for a while and that always pissed me off. That's why I've hid injuries. That's why... That's why I came back from my most serious knee surgery two months early. That's why I wrestled on the damn knee for almost a year until the ligament finally tore. And that's why, even with a bad knee, I ran these stairs. You know how it is... You compensate for an injury, you put more strain on other muscles. My knee's pretty much screwed. And that's not the only joint that screams at me every morning.[/color]
JackHammer smiles and pushes some of the hair out of his face.[/color]
Goliath: Yet somehow, despite the fact you can barely walk some mornings, you keep finding yourself getting up in the morning and wanting to do all this sh*t over again, don't you?[/color]
JackHammer sighs for a moment, hesitating to answer. Eventually, he does so.[/color]
JackHammer: Yeah, but... But for the first time in my life, I woke up one morning and I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure if I wanted to get going and I won't lie, that's thrown me quite a bit. I've been... told I haven't been myself. I was told by a few guys in the back that they... They want a real match against the real JackHammer.[/color]
JackHammer pauses for a few moments.[/color]
JackHammer: I know those comments were meant out of respect, but you have no idea how much they pissed me off. It's as if everyone mocks my every move, breath and blink. They think I'm not the real me. They think I'm just a fraud; a tenth of my former self. And no matter how much running I do, Goliath, I just can't seem to find out what I'm missing. Find out what's eating a hole into me. I've tried, Golaith, Lord knows I've tried, but I keep coming up empty.[/color]
Goliath: Don't you think that the answer to why you're qustioning yourself is because you're so swamped with what's gone on in your life and such and it's finally caught up to you and is weighing you down? Don't you ever think about those things?[/color]
JackHammer readjusts the ice pack on his knee as the sky starts to become noticably lighter, with the sun starting to come up.[/color]
JackHammer: Nah. Not really. I think I'm just in a bubble at the moment. I can pop it, but I'm just waiting for the right moment.[/color]
An awkward silence follows JackHammer's statement. The air is cleared by Goliath, about three awkwardly silent minutes later.
[/color]
Goliath: So, do you think that moment could be this weekend?[/color]
JackHammer: Who knows, Goliath, but you know... Once again, I find myself at a crossroads in my career. And they all seem to be the same choices... Some guys, it's whether or not they want to follow the rules and do things the right way or they want to do whatever it takes to win. It's whether or not they want to take out a rival to move up or just beat him straight up in the ring... For me... It's whether or not the next time my alarm rings, whether I want to get out of bed... Or roll over, give Angel a kiss, and go back to bed. I have to admit... It's harder and harder not to get some more sleep. But I get up. I still have the desire, I can still get the job done. And most importantly, I still love it. I still love coming out there, I still love hearing the fans. And they still love seeing me perform. And eventually... I may just get myself into World Title contention. But not yet. I'm still not ready to be the type of champion I think I need to be.
So I don't need any freaking sympathy from Joe Everyman... I just want him to be ready for me to go at them full bore this week.[/color]
JackHammer stares at Goliath, who just nods emptily. JackHammer stands up, facing Goliath.[/color]
JackHammer: If you'll excuse me, I've got to continue my regimen.[/color]
Goliath: It may get you into shape, but it sure doesn't shape your imagination.[/color]
JackHammer glares at Goliath as he brushes past. JackHammer stops, turns around and pushes Goliath, right into the bench. Goliath falls hard, hitting his shoulder on the bench. Goliath gets up a few seconds later, rubbing his shoulder.[/color]
Goliath: What the hell did I say?![/color]
With that, Goliath runs after JackHammer, who is jogging back down the stairs. The camera fades as they begin to run shoulder-to-shoulder down the multiple stairs towards the bottom.[/color]
Fade to black............................[/color]
Fu*king snob.
You walk around the halls of the NCW as if your sh*t don't stink; that you're some sort of high-class wunderkind. You're nothing more than a five-dollar piece of sh*t in a tin can painted gold. You can pretend to anyone else on any other night that you are the future of the industry, that you are the face of the NCW, that you're the next President, for all I care. Those things are the least of my concern, primarily because I don't listen to your boring monologues about how you wipe your butt front-to-back.
But when you talk about me, my family and what happened, you're no longer playing with fire, Joe Everyman. You're playing with a whole new monster. A not-so-nice monster, at that.
You've got some real balls to talk sh*t about me in the manner that you did. You mocked my height -- yet, even at seven-feet tall, I'm way more talented than you are on stilts. Then you attack my name -- no matter how you slice it, Joe Everyman, whether I'm JackHammer, Jack Lockhart or The Chi-Town Terror., I'm still the same beast, same ferocity, same level of making it my business to break necks and look good doing it. You can dilly-dally all day long getting your nails painted if you chose. I do things my way, you do yours in your own way. You would go on to target my biggest bullsye in my knees, my family's demise, what's left of such, and my very career.
I'm going to make things plain and simple for you, Joe Everyman: quit while you're behind... seriously. You can mock me all you want, saying that I'm not too smart and all of that bull sh*t. You think just cause you beat Adam Knite that you are untouchable, that I can't even come close to beating you on Sunday in our match. Come Sunday night I am going to make you truely regret saying all of that when I beat the living fuc*king sh*t out of you.
Listen, Joe Everyman, I don't care about your upbringing, your family, your friends, you or your future. I'm worried about two things: me and my future. But, judging from your recent actions, you don't care for your own, and I will not help you in that department. Instead, I will help you out by destroying whatever future you may have had. It is a pity, you showed such promise, but your big mouth wrote your demise for you. At the end of the day,Joe Everyman, when the dust has settled and the smoke has cleared, the ref will be raising my hand naming me the winner of our match and the new NCW X champ.
Joe Everyman, you will be just another victim![/color]
=======================================
We open to a scene we haven't seen much of in some time. We find ourselves up before dawn and on top of the beautiful stairs at the Tombstone Museum of Art in beautiful Tombstone, Arizona. These stairs are a bit of a trendy place to exercise, mingle, and show off as only a Arizonian can. A steep, treacherous climb, it doesn't take many trips up and down to put in a great workout. However, being as how it's so early, the stairs are empty. Save for one soul.
We hear the sounds of labored breathing as our view is interrupted by JackHammer., jogging up the stairs. He reaches the top of his ascent to the top and walks around the top as part of a cool down. He sees the NCW camera and just shakes his head, not saying anything as he catches his breath. JackHammer then walks over to a park bench up at the top, where a small cooler sits. He opens it up and takes out a bottle of Gatorade. He opens it up, throws the cap back into the cooler, then drinks the Gatorade as he continues to walk around. He pauses to wipe some of the sweat from off his face, then finishes off the Gatorade. He tosses the bottle back into the cooler, stretches out his legs for a few seconds, then sits down on the bench. He looks up at the camera and shakes his head.[/color]
JackHammer: These stairs...[/color]
JackHammer pauses and takes a deep breath that seems to finally get his wind back.[/color]
JackHammer: I used to climb these things until I damn near threw up... I used to bust my arse almost every day to keep myself in top physical condition and I was the best conditioned athlete in the pro-wrestling circuit for quite a while. When I was younger, before I made it to the pro circuits... I trained for strength and those flashy muscles that everyone's used to seeing out of their wrestlers. But it's when I moved away from that and started training for stamina, that's when I started to get good at this crap. My NCW career has been based off me being able to outlast my opponents... Sometimes I can, sometimes I can't, but when it matters most, I seem to have that one extra reserve that most men don't have. It's that stamina and mental toughness... I got it from climbing these stairs.[/color]
JackHammer pauses and shifts himself on the park bench, bringing up his right leg on to the bench. He leans forward and reaches into the cooler again, this time pulling out an ice pack. He closes the cooler, props his leg up on it, and puts the ice pack directly on his often injured knee. From nowhere, a voice finishes the thought JackHammer earlier proposed.[/color]
Voice: These stairs also helped take years off your career.[/color]
JackHammer looks around for a moment, trying to find out who the owner of the voice is. From the stairs comes JackHammer's cousin, Goliath. Golaith, in a gray sweatshirt and sweatpants, walks over to the bench and stands next to JackHammer, arms folded over his chest.[/color]
Goliath: You know it as well as I do. You frequent this place when you need to get away from the world and be alone. That's the only reason you're here now, aren't you? You need to take time off from the world around you.[/color]
JackHammer: I don't take the time off I need to take. I was hurt, but I covered it up because I didn't want the NCW to pass me by. I made the mistake when I was on a hot streak to take some time off and I was out of the loop for a while and that always pissed me off. That's why I've hid injuries. That's why... That's why I came back from my most serious knee surgery two months early. That's why I wrestled on the damn knee for almost a year until the ligament finally tore. And that's why, even with a bad knee, I ran these stairs. You know how it is... You compensate for an injury, you put more strain on other muscles. My knee's pretty much screwed. And that's not the only joint that screams at me every morning.[/color]
JackHammer smiles and pushes some of the hair out of his face.[/color]
Goliath: Yet somehow, despite the fact you can barely walk some mornings, you keep finding yourself getting up in the morning and wanting to do all this sh*t over again, don't you?[/color]
JackHammer sighs for a moment, hesitating to answer. Eventually, he does so.[/color]
JackHammer: Yeah, but... But for the first time in my life, I woke up one morning and I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure if I wanted to get going and I won't lie, that's thrown me quite a bit. I've been... told I haven't been myself. I was told by a few guys in the back that they... They want a real match against the real JackHammer.[/color]
JackHammer pauses for a few moments.[/color]
JackHammer: I know those comments were meant out of respect, but you have no idea how much they pissed me off. It's as if everyone mocks my every move, breath and blink. They think I'm not the real me. They think I'm just a fraud; a tenth of my former self. And no matter how much running I do, Goliath, I just can't seem to find out what I'm missing. Find out what's eating a hole into me. I've tried, Golaith, Lord knows I've tried, but I keep coming up empty.[/color]
Goliath: Don't you think that the answer to why you're qustioning yourself is because you're so swamped with what's gone on in your life and such and it's finally caught up to you and is weighing you down? Don't you ever think about those things?[/color]
JackHammer readjusts the ice pack on his knee as the sky starts to become noticably lighter, with the sun starting to come up.[/color]
JackHammer: Nah. Not really. I think I'm just in a bubble at the moment. I can pop it, but I'm just waiting for the right moment.[/color]
An awkward silence follows JackHammer's statement. The air is cleared by Goliath, about three awkwardly silent minutes later.
[/color]
Goliath: So, do you think that moment could be this weekend?[/color]
JackHammer: Who knows, Goliath, but you know... Once again, I find myself at a crossroads in my career. And they all seem to be the same choices... Some guys, it's whether or not they want to follow the rules and do things the right way or they want to do whatever it takes to win. It's whether or not they want to take out a rival to move up or just beat him straight up in the ring... For me... It's whether or not the next time my alarm rings, whether I want to get out of bed... Or roll over, give Angel a kiss, and go back to bed. I have to admit... It's harder and harder not to get some more sleep. But I get up. I still have the desire, I can still get the job done. And most importantly, I still love it. I still love coming out there, I still love hearing the fans. And they still love seeing me perform. And eventually... I may just get myself into World Title contention. But not yet. I'm still not ready to be the type of champion I think I need to be.
So I don't need any freaking sympathy from Joe Everyman... I just want him to be ready for me to go at them full bore this week.[/color]
JackHammer stares at Goliath, who just nods emptily. JackHammer stands up, facing Goliath.[/color]
JackHammer: If you'll excuse me, I've got to continue my regimen.[/color]
Goliath: It may get you into shape, but it sure doesn't shape your imagination.[/color]
JackHammer glares at Goliath as he brushes past. JackHammer stops, turns around and pushes Goliath, right into the bench. Goliath falls hard, hitting his shoulder on the bench. Goliath gets up a few seconds later, rubbing his shoulder.[/color]
Goliath: What the hell did I say?![/color]
With that, Goliath runs after JackHammer, who is jogging back down the stairs. The camera fades as they begin to run shoulder-to-shoulder down the multiple stairs towards the bottom.[/color]
Fade to black............................[/color]
