Post by JackHammer on May 9, 2012 3:20:17 GMT -6
Once again, we are inside of the Anytime Fitness Gym in Chicago, Illinois. JackHammer, Saber, and Damian are all in the ring which is in the center of the Gym. JackHammer is sweating profusely as he's working harder than he has in years. He's going sit-ups in the center of the ring. However, each time he pulls himself upright, the Damian throws a medicine ball into his chest. As JackHammer begins to go back down for another sit-up, he tosses it back to Damian who waits patiently for JackHammer to pull himself back up. As soon as he does, he throws the medicine ball into his chest once more. Saber is standing to the right of the action, watching on as his former student and now trainee is working himself very hard as the opportunity for the NCW Honor title approaches.
Saber: It looks like you're slowin' down a little bit, kid. What's your problem? Are you gettin' tired?[/color]
JackHammer: No, sir.[/color]
Saber: Do you want to quit?[/color]
JackHammer: No, sir.[/color]
JackHammer is struggling to reply to Saber's questions as he continues to exercise. The amount of sit-ups that he has already completed is unknown. However, with the encouragement from Saber, JackHammer tries his best to pick up a little bit a speed in the exercise.[/color]
Saber: I hope you realize that you're goin' to have to withstand a hell of a lot of pain if you plan on walking out with a win at the ppv. Mike Laszlo is a tough dude, so you already know the following: He can take a lot of pain himself. Meanin', you can execute your signature move and while it keeps down most people, he'll kick out and he'll make it look easy. Second, he's goin' to go after you with some lightnin' quick and powerful strikes. He's fast, so if he gets goin', it'll be difficult to recover from the offense you just got pounded with. So, after hearin' what you're up against at A Night to Remember, I'm goin' to ask you again. Do you want to quit?![/color]
JackHammer: No, sir![/color]
Saber: That's what I like to hear. You can stop, now.[/color]
JackHammer sighs with exhaustion as he lies on his back. Damian exits the wrestling ring with the medicine ball in hand and he disappears into a room down a hallway. Saber exits the wrestling ring through the middle rope and he slowly walks down the steel steps. He turns around and looks inside the ring at the exhausted JackHammer.[/color]
Saber: Let's go.[/color]
JackHammer: I can't.[/color]
JackHammer's reply was very faint because of his lack of oxygen in his lungs. He continues to struggle in a desperate attempt to get his breathing under control while Saber shakes his head.[/color]
Saber: That's fine, kid. If you're not goin' to train, then I want your a*s out of my Gym. I have the placed closed four days of the week because I want to make sure you get some quality trainin' in every week. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'm gettin' old and I don't have time to waste on somebody like you who's going to be a slacker. In other words, a has-been. If you want to be embarrassed in the ring by Damian Laszlo, then you can go home and sit on the couch. If you want to fu*kin' dominate your opponent at the ppv, then follow me. Otherwise, don't let the door hit you in the a*s on the way out, kid.[/color]
JackHammer's releases a frustrated sigh as he maneuvers his way to his feet. He stumbles towards the ropes and he exits the ring. The two of them walk down the corridor and they take a left into the same room that Damian turned into earlier. The first thing that JackHammer notices once he is in the room is there is a Tennis Ball Machine. There is an entire basket of tennis balls to the left of the machine. The room is pretty big and that machine is the only piece of equipment inside. Saber and JackHammer join Damian near the machine.[/color]
JackHammer: If we're going to play tennis, you're going to need to put up a net first, Saber.[/color]
Saber: I'm too old to be playin' tennis, kid. However, I think you're going to like this game.[/color]
JackHammer: What is it?[/color]
Saber: Walk with me, kid.[/color]
Saber puts his left arm around JackHammer and the two of them slowly begin walking towards the other end of the room.[/color]
Saber: I've been doin' a lot of thinkin' these past couple of days. I wanted a trainin' technique that would enable you to improve your senses. You know what I'm saying?[/color]
JackHammer: Not really.[/color]
Saber: Well, like I said, Mike Laszlo is going to be lightning quick inside of the wrestlin' ring. I know I've already made an attempt to improve your speed when I had you chase a chicken, but I have somethin' new. You're goin' to stand opposite the tennis ball machine. Meanwhile, Damien and I are goin' to fire tennis balls in your direction.[/color]
JackHammer: What?[/color]
Saber: We're goin' to fire tennis balls in your direction. I want you to evade each and every one of them. When you have a tennis ball flyin' in your direction, imagine that it's Laszlo's fist goin' in the direction of your nose. I don't care how you avoid the tennis balls. Whether you dive, jump, duck, or whatever, just as long as you avoid them. That's your ultimate goal.[/color]
JackHammer: How fast are these tennis balls going to be flying in my direction?[/color]
Saber: How fast could Nolan Ryan throw when he was in his prime, kid?[/color]
JackHammer: He could get it up to one hundred miles per hour.[/color]
Saber: That's how fast the tennis balls are going to be flyin'. Good luck, son.[/color]
Saber pats JackHammer on the back a couple of times before turning around and limping back in the direction of Damian and the tennis ball machine. JackHammer throws both of his arms up in the air with disgust before leaning against the wall. Saber arrives at the other end of the room and he looks down at JackHammer who is looking disoriented.[/color]
Saber: What's wrong, kid? They're just tennis balls, you don't have nothin' to worry about.[/color]
JackHammer: No, I don't have nothing to worry about. Besides the fact that I'm going to leave this Gym today covered in bruises that are only going to hurt worse as the week moves forward.[/color]
Saber: Then I suggest you avoid gettin' hit with them as much as you can. If you do that, you won't have to worry about bruisin'.[/color]
Saber smiles as Damian turns on the machine. It rumbles to life and JackHammer shakes his head as he doesn't like the idea at all. Damian reaches for a tennis ball and he looks at Saber, who nods his head. Damian slides the ball into the machine and it flies out of it. JackHammer, who wasn't ready, gets drilled with the ball directly in the chest.[/color]
JackHammer: What the hell are you doing? I wasn't ready![/color]
Damian slides another tennis ball into the machine. This time, JackHammer manages to slide to his left and avoid it.[/color]
Saber: I don't think Mike Laszlo is goin' to wait until you're ready before clockin' you in the mouth with a stiff kick.[/color]
JackHammer: Whatever.[/color]
Damian slides another tennis ball into the machine and he quickly follows it with a second. JackHammer ducks under the first one, but that put him in perfect position for the second one which drills him right in the forehead.[/color]
Saber: What's goin' on down there? I thought you were born better than the competition![/color]
JackHammer: I am.[/color]
Damian sends a couple more tennis balls in the direction of JackHammer. He moves to the left to avoid one and he immediately has to move to the right because the second one is coming right at him.[/color]
Saber: We'll see about that, kid.[/color]
Saber turns his attention to Damian who is currently sending multiple tennis balls in JackHammer's direction. He leans forward to whisper into his ear.[/color]
Saber: Make 'em go faster.[/color]
Damian nods as he takes a moment to adjust the speed on the machine. This allows JackHammer to get a small rest and he's taking advantage. He's bent forward, with his hands on his knees. He is quickly disturbed in his state of rest as a tennis ball about ten miles per hour faster nails him in the top of the head. It causes him to stumble backwards into the wall. Meanwhile, Saber is standing next to the tennis ball machine with his arms crossed, laughing.[/color]
JackHammer: Why did you change the speed?[/color]
He doesn't get an answer, though. Instead, he gets about four more tennis balls in his direction. He manages to avoid all of them. Saber turns and he stumbles away from Damian. He walks over to the wall and he leans up against it. He's rubbing his chest with his right hand. Damian stops momentarily and he turns around to check on him.[/color]
Damian: Are you all right, Saber?[/color]
Saber: Yeah, I'm fine. I just have heart burn. Keep shootin' the tennis balls at him.[/color]
Damian does as he's told and he continues placing more tennis balls into the machine. JackHammer is still doing his best to avoid them. Suddenly, Saber is struggling to breathe. His breathing has become loud and each breath is very short. Damian glances over his shoulder at Saber. He's trying to wave Damian off, but he suddenly collapses to the hard floor below him. Damian turns around and he hurries over to Saber who is lying on his back. JackHammer realizes something is wrong and he darts across the room and he kneels down beside Saber. He's still struggling to get his breath.[/color]
JackHammer: Son of a bi*ch. He's having a heart attack, man. You need to go call nine-one-one. Hurry![/color]
Damian nods nervously as he stands upright. He hesitates for a moment before running towards the door. He exits the room and JackHammer stays beside Saber.[/color]
JackHammer: Come on, old man. You're going to be all right. You're still in your fifties, you have thirty years or so of life left in you. Damian is calling the police and they are going to be here as soon as they can make it. I need you to hold on, man.[/color]
Saber tries to nod. JackHammer smiles and he grabs Saber's hand. Moments later, Damian runs back into the room.[/color]
Damian: The police are on their way. Is he going to make it?[/color]
JackHammer:....I don't know.[/color]
The scene fades out then fades back in at the hospital.
JackHammer is sitting in the lobby of Northwestern Memorial Hospital, which is one of the finest hospitals in Chicago. He's leaning forward in his seat and he has the points of his elbows resting on his thighs. He's covering his face with his hands. Damian is sitting next to him. He's moving often in his seat, as he cannot find a spot where he feels comfortable. That's normal, it is quite hard to be comfortable at a time like this.[/color]
Damian: Where's the doctor? We've been waiting for two hours and we haven't gotten a word on how he's doing.[/color]
JackHammer raises his head out of his hands. He slowly leans back in his chair and he looks over at Damian who has a look of panic on his face.[/color]
JackHammer: They'll be here shortly. They are doing everything they can to make sure he pulls through, I'm sure of it. You know how tough Saber is, he's doing his damnedest to make it through, as well.[/color]
Damian: I hope so.[/color]
A few minutes later, a doctor leaves Saber's room down the hallway and he slowly walks towards JackHammer and Damian. Once they notice he's walking towards them, they both get to their feet and they nod at the doctor.[/color]
JackHammer: How is he?[/color]
Damian: Is he going to be all right?[/color]
Dr. Meidinger: I have good news, bad news, and more bad news. He suffered a very powerful Heart Attack and we managed to get to it before it took his life. That's the good news. The first part of the bad news is that it's impossible at this moment to see what type of damage was done to his heart. When you suffer a Heart Attack at that age; it's going to do a lot more damage to your heart. The last bit of bad news is that he had an allergic reaction to a type of medicine that was given to him on the Ambulance. The allergic reaction mixed with the fatal Heart Attack has left him in a coma.[/color]
JackHammer: What does that mean exactly?[/color]
Dr. Meidinger: We have no idea when he will wake up from this coma. At his age, it's possible that he'll never wake up. However, he could wake up in five minutes. It's unknown and there isn't anything else we can do. I'm sorry.[/color]
JackHammer: Can we go into his room?[/color]
Dr. Meidinger: Sure.[/color]
Damian and JackHammer walk past the doctor and they slowly make their way down the hallway. Once they arrive at the correct room, they open the door, enter the room, and close it softly behind them..[/color]
The scene ends. Fade to black.....................[/color]
Saber: It looks like you're slowin' down a little bit, kid. What's your problem? Are you gettin' tired?[/color]
JackHammer: No, sir.[/color]
Saber: Do you want to quit?[/color]
JackHammer: No, sir.[/color]
JackHammer is struggling to reply to Saber's questions as he continues to exercise. The amount of sit-ups that he has already completed is unknown. However, with the encouragement from Saber, JackHammer tries his best to pick up a little bit a speed in the exercise.[/color]
Saber: I hope you realize that you're goin' to have to withstand a hell of a lot of pain if you plan on walking out with a win at the ppv. Mike Laszlo is a tough dude, so you already know the following: He can take a lot of pain himself. Meanin', you can execute your signature move and while it keeps down most people, he'll kick out and he'll make it look easy. Second, he's goin' to go after you with some lightnin' quick and powerful strikes. He's fast, so if he gets goin', it'll be difficult to recover from the offense you just got pounded with. So, after hearin' what you're up against at A Night to Remember, I'm goin' to ask you again. Do you want to quit?![/color]
JackHammer: No, sir![/color]
Saber: That's what I like to hear. You can stop, now.[/color]
JackHammer sighs with exhaustion as he lies on his back. Damian exits the wrestling ring with the medicine ball in hand and he disappears into a room down a hallway. Saber exits the wrestling ring through the middle rope and he slowly walks down the steel steps. He turns around and looks inside the ring at the exhausted JackHammer.[/color]
Saber: Let's go.[/color]
JackHammer: I can't.[/color]
JackHammer's reply was very faint because of his lack of oxygen in his lungs. He continues to struggle in a desperate attempt to get his breathing under control while Saber shakes his head.[/color]
Saber: That's fine, kid. If you're not goin' to train, then I want your a*s out of my Gym. I have the placed closed four days of the week because I want to make sure you get some quality trainin' in every week. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'm gettin' old and I don't have time to waste on somebody like you who's going to be a slacker. In other words, a has-been. If you want to be embarrassed in the ring by Damian Laszlo, then you can go home and sit on the couch. If you want to fu*kin' dominate your opponent at the ppv, then follow me. Otherwise, don't let the door hit you in the a*s on the way out, kid.[/color]
JackHammer's releases a frustrated sigh as he maneuvers his way to his feet. He stumbles towards the ropes and he exits the ring. The two of them walk down the corridor and they take a left into the same room that Damian turned into earlier. The first thing that JackHammer notices once he is in the room is there is a Tennis Ball Machine. There is an entire basket of tennis balls to the left of the machine. The room is pretty big and that machine is the only piece of equipment inside. Saber and JackHammer join Damian near the machine.[/color]
JackHammer: If we're going to play tennis, you're going to need to put up a net first, Saber.[/color]
Saber: I'm too old to be playin' tennis, kid. However, I think you're going to like this game.[/color]
JackHammer: What is it?[/color]
Saber: Walk with me, kid.[/color]
Saber puts his left arm around JackHammer and the two of them slowly begin walking towards the other end of the room.[/color]
Saber: I've been doin' a lot of thinkin' these past couple of days. I wanted a trainin' technique that would enable you to improve your senses. You know what I'm saying?[/color]
JackHammer: Not really.[/color]
Saber: Well, like I said, Mike Laszlo is going to be lightning quick inside of the wrestlin' ring. I know I've already made an attempt to improve your speed when I had you chase a chicken, but I have somethin' new. You're goin' to stand opposite the tennis ball machine. Meanwhile, Damien and I are goin' to fire tennis balls in your direction.[/color]
JackHammer: What?[/color]
Saber: We're goin' to fire tennis balls in your direction. I want you to evade each and every one of them. When you have a tennis ball flyin' in your direction, imagine that it's Laszlo's fist goin' in the direction of your nose. I don't care how you avoid the tennis balls. Whether you dive, jump, duck, or whatever, just as long as you avoid them. That's your ultimate goal.[/color]
JackHammer: How fast are these tennis balls going to be flying in my direction?[/color]
Saber: How fast could Nolan Ryan throw when he was in his prime, kid?[/color]
JackHammer: He could get it up to one hundred miles per hour.[/color]
Saber: That's how fast the tennis balls are going to be flyin'. Good luck, son.[/color]
Saber pats JackHammer on the back a couple of times before turning around and limping back in the direction of Damian and the tennis ball machine. JackHammer throws both of his arms up in the air with disgust before leaning against the wall. Saber arrives at the other end of the room and he looks down at JackHammer who is looking disoriented.[/color]
Saber: What's wrong, kid? They're just tennis balls, you don't have nothin' to worry about.[/color]
JackHammer: No, I don't have nothing to worry about. Besides the fact that I'm going to leave this Gym today covered in bruises that are only going to hurt worse as the week moves forward.[/color]
Saber: Then I suggest you avoid gettin' hit with them as much as you can. If you do that, you won't have to worry about bruisin'.[/color]
Saber smiles as Damian turns on the machine. It rumbles to life and JackHammer shakes his head as he doesn't like the idea at all. Damian reaches for a tennis ball and he looks at Saber, who nods his head. Damian slides the ball into the machine and it flies out of it. JackHammer, who wasn't ready, gets drilled with the ball directly in the chest.[/color]
JackHammer: What the hell are you doing? I wasn't ready![/color]
Damian slides another tennis ball into the machine. This time, JackHammer manages to slide to his left and avoid it.[/color]
Saber: I don't think Mike Laszlo is goin' to wait until you're ready before clockin' you in the mouth with a stiff kick.[/color]
JackHammer: Whatever.[/color]
Damian slides another tennis ball into the machine and he quickly follows it with a second. JackHammer ducks under the first one, but that put him in perfect position for the second one which drills him right in the forehead.[/color]
Saber: What's goin' on down there? I thought you were born better than the competition![/color]
JackHammer: I am.[/color]
Damian sends a couple more tennis balls in the direction of JackHammer. He moves to the left to avoid one and he immediately has to move to the right because the second one is coming right at him.[/color]
Saber: We'll see about that, kid.[/color]
Saber turns his attention to Damian who is currently sending multiple tennis balls in JackHammer's direction. He leans forward to whisper into his ear.[/color]
Saber: Make 'em go faster.[/color]
Damian nods as he takes a moment to adjust the speed on the machine. This allows JackHammer to get a small rest and he's taking advantage. He's bent forward, with his hands on his knees. He is quickly disturbed in his state of rest as a tennis ball about ten miles per hour faster nails him in the top of the head. It causes him to stumble backwards into the wall. Meanwhile, Saber is standing next to the tennis ball machine with his arms crossed, laughing.[/color]
JackHammer: Why did you change the speed?[/color]
He doesn't get an answer, though. Instead, he gets about four more tennis balls in his direction. He manages to avoid all of them. Saber turns and he stumbles away from Damian. He walks over to the wall and he leans up against it. He's rubbing his chest with his right hand. Damian stops momentarily and he turns around to check on him.[/color]
Damian: Are you all right, Saber?[/color]
Saber: Yeah, I'm fine. I just have heart burn. Keep shootin' the tennis balls at him.[/color]
Damian does as he's told and he continues placing more tennis balls into the machine. JackHammer is still doing his best to avoid them. Suddenly, Saber is struggling to breathe. His breathing has become loud and each breath is very short. Damian glances over his shoulder at Saber. He's trying to wave Damian off, but he suddenly collapses to the hard floor below him. Damian turns around and he hurries over to Saber who is lying on his back. JackHammer realizes something is wrong and he darts across the room and he kneels down beside Saber. He's still struggling to get his breath.[/color]
JackHammer: Son of a bi*ch. He's having a heart attack, man. You need to go call nine-one-one. Hurry![/color]
Damian nods nervously as he stands upright. He hesitates for a moment before running towards the door. He exits the room and JackHammer stays beside Saber.[/color]
JackHammer: Come on, old man. You're going to be all right. You're still in your fifties, you have thirty years or so of life left in you. Damian is calling the police and they are going to be here as soon as they can make it. I need you to hold on, man.[/color]
Saber tries to nod. JackHammer smiles and he grabs Saber's hand. Moments later, Damian runs back into the room.[/color]
Damian: The police are on their way. Is he going to make it?[/color]
JackHammer:....I don't know.[/color]
The scene fades out then fades back in at the hospital.
JackHammer is sitting in the lobby of Northwestern Memorial Hospital, which is one of the finest hospitals in Chicago. He's leaning forward in his seat and he has the points of his elbows resting on his thighs. He's covering his face with his hands. Damian is sitting next to him. He's moving often in his seat, as he cannot find a spot where he feels comfortable. That's normal, it is quite hard to be comfortable at a time like this.[/color]
Damian: Where's the doctor? We've been waiting for two hours and we haven't gotten a word on how he's doing.[/color]
JackHammer raises his head out of his hands. He slowly leans back in his chair and he looks over at Damian who has a look of panic on his face.[/color]
JackHammer: They'll be here shortly. They are doing everything they can to make sure he pulls through, I'm sure of it. You know how tough Saber is, he's doing his damnedest to make it through, as well.[/color]
Damian: I hope so.[/color]
A few minutes later, a doctor leaves Saber's room down the hallway and he slowly walks towards JackHammer and Damian. Once they notice he's walking towards them, they both get to their feet and they nod at the doctor.[/color]
JackHammer: How is he?[/color]
Damian: Is he going to be all right?[/color]
Dr. Meidinger: I have good news, bad news, and more bad news. He suffered a very powerful Heart Attack and we managed to get to it before it took his life. That's the good news. The first part of the bad news is that it's impossible at this moment to see what type of damage was done to his heart. When you suffer a Heart Attack at that age; it's going to do a lot more damage to your heart. The last bit of bad news is that he had an allergic reaction to a type of medicine that was given to him on the Ambulance. The allergic reaction mixed with the fatal Heart Attack has left him in a coma.[/color]
JackHammer: What does that mean exactly?[/color]
Dr. Meidinger: We have no idea when he will wake up from this coma. At his age, it's possible that he'll never wake up. However, he could wake up in five minutes. It's unknown and there isn't anything else we can do. I'm sorry.[/color]
JackHammer: Can we go into his room?[/color]
Dr. Meidinger: Sure.[/color]
Damian and JackHammer walk past the doctor and they slowly make their way down the hallway. Once they arrive at the correct room, they open the door, enter the room, and close it softly behind them..[/color]
The scene ends. Fade to black.....................[/color]
