Post by JackHammer on Jul 18, 2012 3:50:27 GMT -6
Three thirty-six. Six minutes had passed since last time JackHammer looked at the miserable machine that forces him to make hectic, rash decisions when it decides to move one second ahead. JackHammer's life basically revolves around a piece of equipment that he could easily unplug and never have to worry about time, and yet, hasn't had the balls to do it.
JackHammer sat upright on the corner of the bed, head in his hands, thoughts racing around his mind as if they were in a checkered flag race for some empty pot in some unseen racetrack in the world. For a man like him, JackHammer is taking his semi-retirement rather well. He signed his contract with the NCW on the notion that he would wrestle here and again, before finally riding out into the sunset.
Someone was about to change those plans for the Chi-Town Terror. And JackHammer wouldn't be able to say one word edgewise.
But he WOULD, however, make him sorry. Very sorry.
JackHammer finally got up from the bed, careful not to awaken his wife, who lie in bed with a book over her chest and her glasses lopsided on her nose. JackHammer stared at her before exiting the room, walking down the creaky stairs towards the living room. He eased his way into his leather recliner. He flicked the power button on the remote, and began to watch an infomercial that had Kathy Lee Gifford and Chuck Norris promoting some exercise machine. JackHammer turned off the television and sat in pure darkness. He begins to speak, not in his usual booming voice, but still loud enough that those watching can hear.
"What was to be the easiest last days for me in the professional wrestling circuit, have now taken their turn towards peril. I keep asking myself what happened, and how did it happen, but nobody wants to answer me. Everyone can see that I'm on my last leg, and yet they still want to mock my legacy. Mock my desire, bravery, fortitude. No more. JackHammer doesn't like to be made a mockery of, and he will not let some bogus wannabe stand in his way of being the absolute best ever."[/color]
A flicker of orange light from a lighter and suddenly, a cigar is aglow. Nothing is seen in the darkness, but how JackHammer managed to light his cigar -- not to mention where he got it from -- is unknown.[/color]
"I see, at the Picture Perfect pay-per-view event, I've been put in a match against Adam Knite and Curtis Kanyon, Curtis if you get in my way of taking out Adam I will make you regret it. Trust me."
"Curtis Kanyon. Haven't you had enough, yet, sh*twad? Haven't I beaten your head into the mat enough times for you to get it? You're old news. I've washed my hands of you quite a many times, and yet, you still haven't learned. Have you done gone and lost it, boy? What word don't you understand when I say you're over? You were yesterday's news story, today's who-gives-a-fu*k. Face it, Curtis Kanyon, your glory days never happened, your heyday was a dud and any semblance of a legacy was pissed on by yours truly. And that's the truth."[/color]
JackHammer takes a heavy drag of the cigar; the orange glow of the cigar getting brighter with the drag, then dimming a bit.[/color]
"Curtis Kanyon, you'd once asked if I thought I was better then you, and with that, I listed all the ways that proved my superiority. None of that was enough to get through your thick skull, and you still don't seem to get it even after I gave proof by categorizing everyone within the wrestling world. You wanted evidence, Curtis Kanyon: apparently me telling you I was better wasn’t enough for your fragile ego. I am fine with that, because quite frankly, Kanyon, I can see right through you. I can see that your emotional psyche is the type that inflates over and over by reassuring yourself that you’re the best, ignoring the fact that the entire world disagrees and disproves that very theory. And when you’re challenged, Curtis Kanyon, you shatter. A few weeks ago, you took it upon yourself to play coward and attack me from behind and you believed that you have the proverbial one up, yet you do not realize, I'm always the winner in our encounters, boy. I'll point that fact out to everyone. You, being the whiny emotional nut case that you are, give me flawed-filled excuses, doing nothing but proving to the world what I already knew: that you, Curtis Kanyon, are fragile in every single way. Our match is coming up, and I'll give you all that you want. You can try to use a move on me, and I'll brush it aside like the annoying insect you are. I'll hit you with one move, and being the delicate little weakling that you are, you'll start to bleed. I'll hit you with a second move, maybe even a Earth Shatter or two, and the match will be over. Two moves, Curtis Kanyon: two moves, and you'll be beaten, lying in the squared-circle, bleeding your heart out. And me? I'll barely break a sweat in arranging your simple demise."
"For days on end, you had once bragged so loud about how amazing you were, despite the fact that you had no evidence to back up your claim whatsoever. And the worst part is, Curtis Kanyon: people actually bought it. They took you seriously, even though this monster showed how superior he is to you, and that you are indeed useless. Thanks to your inflated words, people took ya seriously, even though zero pinfalls over me isn't exactly something to brag about. Side note: Who brushed you aside as if you were nothing more than a piece of dust? Oh yes, of course, it was the man known as JackHammer, a year or two ago. This man beats up every one in his path; even if he doesn't win in the end. This man is so laid-back that people don't care if he wins one match and loses the next fifty, he's a crowd pleaser. If anyone else in this league had pinned big shots and champions, a title shot would be in order. But each week, Kanyon, I've talked about going for the biggest prize, but my prayers fell on deaf ears. To succeed, you need to do more then wrestle, and Curtis Kanyon is too childish to ever display himself as anything more then just a moderately-skilled wrestler. The point is, Curtis Kanyon: you are good at making the mediocre look talented. Sure, you can wrestle a bit, but you figure if you can cover that up with flowery words and aggressive dialect that people will forget. Maybe if you and Adam Knite could cover your weaknesses, you’d be adequate, but since human fusion doesn’t exist, you’re gonna be stuck in your deficiencies. You can ask me if I am better then you, Curtis Kanyon and Adam Knite. I appeal to Exhibit A: beating you come this Sunday, even though you will promise my defeat. I come to this verdict: I am vastly superior to you, Curtis Kanyon and Adam Knite, you just refuse to acknowledge it. My talent exceeds even your highest understanding. At least Ricky Johnson could last a full minute with me: you couldn’t even go twelve seconds with an athlete of my caliber. Through the slow weeding out of your skills, the world is seeing that you are nothing more using insolence to cover your lack of talent, and your strong words to cover your foolish immaturity. In reality, Curtis Kanyon and Adam Knite, you’re lucky. Truly very lucky."[/color]
JackHammer, once again, takes a heavy drag of the cigar. This time, the glow is fogged out by the smoke being exhaled and disappears from sight completely. JackHammer can be heard chuckling a little bit.[/color]
"Curtis Kanyon, the human personification of the word 'fickle'. After all these weeks of being an indecisive little princess, you finally chose to come after me, thinking this is your ticket to the very top. Not only so, but you chose to make such a decision at an inopportune time. Curtis, my friend, this is your worst mistake. You probably thought that you could beat me, then move on as the NCW National champion and leave me in the dust. You couldn't be more incorrect, cupcake. Just remember, Curtis Kanyon, what you did by coming after me. Take a long hard look at the very being you have pissed off. Curtis, you pissed off easily the biggest guy in all of the NCW, capable of violence beyond recovery. You pissed off a man who already wants to rid this miserable world of you. You pissed off someone whose rage has no match and no end. But most importantly, Curtis Kanyon, you pissed off JackHammer. This action, my friend, has consequences of which you could never truly fathom. Have you talked to Joe Everyman about what I do to people who get in my way? Surely he can attest to how effortlessly I toss aside those who oppose me when I'm in a rage such as this, basically in a puddle of their own blood. My enemies pay, Curtis Kanyon and Adam Knite; plain and simple. People who chose to fight against me pay dearly, and this, Curtis and Adam, is your fate."
"You poor men, you really have no idea what you’ve done."[/color]
In an instant, a light comes on in the living room, bathing JackHammer in a dark yellow light. He sits there, his infamous lopsided grin apparent on his face, his eyes dancing with anger and rage.
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"Do you know why I decided to become a wrestler, Curtis, Adam? I wanted to wrestle because I wanted the honor of true competition, the thrill of the sport of wrestling. Losing was fine if you learned from it, and winning was a beautiful accomplishment. This was sport, Curtis, Adam, this was the thrill of true combat. To be honest, Curtis, Adam, I’d be lying if I said you didn’t have a huge influence on that part of my life. Some current and former superstars in this and other leagues have threatened that vision for my future, and for that reason and that reason only, I engaged in the wars I've wrought. That arena of competition will never come to pass if they are allowed to continue. Yet, at the same time, these wars have attracted so much of my focus that I have lost a large part of that initial motivation. But this week, Curtis, Adam: my opponents is void of any trace of lacklusterness. This week, Curtis, Adam, I’m facing a person who decided to wrestle for the same reason that I did: the thrill of true competition, athleticism and combat. This week is peace for me, Curtis, Adam, because the kind of match that we will have is the epitome of hatred, personified. I want to see the skill of the NCW National champion, and I want to see the wrestling brilliancy that won you that championship. This is a thrill, Adam, and for that I thank you. But I warn you, fail to take me seriously, and I’ll make you pay. Right now, you are in a process of re-establishing your legitimacy in some sort of championship race. But to do so, you have to go through a man who is scraping up just to be at the surface of such consideration. Desperation is a wonderful motivation friend, you'll see that at Picture Perfect."[/color]
JackHammer smiles. For a second, all seems right in the world. His rage has dissipated, and JackHammer’s eyes return to their normal comfortingly blue color. JackHammer looks at the floor, and closes his eyes. He takes a deep breath, when suddenly his phone rings. He takes it from the table next to him, looks at it, and his smile fades. JackHammer has resumed the look of rage that seems so wrong for his personality. JackHammer stands up, walks to the front door, opens it gently and turns back towards the camera, offering his final words.[/color]
"Curtis Kanyon and Adam Knite get ready to be just another victim."[/color]
The scene ends as JackHammer turns around and goes back inside closing the door.[/color]
Fade to black...............................[/color]
JackHammer sat upright on the corner of the bed, head in his hands, thoughts racing around his mind as if they were in a checkered flag race for some empty pot in some unseen racetrack in the world. For a man like him, JackHammer is taking his semi-retirement rather well. He signed his contract with the NCW on the notion that he would wrestle here and again, before finally riding out into the sunset.
Someone was about to change those plans for the Chi-Town Terror. And JackHammer wouldn't be able to say one word edgewise.
But he WOULD, however, make him sorry. Very sorry.
JackHammer finally got up from the bed, careful not to awaken his wife, who lie in bed with a book over her chest and her glasses lopsided on her nose. JackHammer stared at her before exiting the room, walking down the creaky stairs towards the living room. He eased his way into his leather recliner. He flicked the power button on the remote, and began to watch an infomercial that had Kathy Lee Gifford and Chuck Norris promoting some exercise machine. JackHammer turned off the television and sat in pure darkness. He begins to speak, not in his usual booming voice, but still loud enough that those watching can hear.
"What was to be the easiest last days for me in the professional wrestling circuit, have now taken their turn towards peril. I keep asking myself what happened, and how did it happen, but nobody wants to answer me. Everyone can see that I'm on my last leg, and yet they still want to mock my legacy. Mock my desire, bravery, fortitude. No more. JackHammer doesn't like to be made a mockery of, and he will not let some bogus wannabe stand in his way of being the absolute best ever."[/color]
A flicker of orange light from a lighter and suddenly, a cigar is aglow. Nothing is seen in the darkness, but how JackHammer managed to light his cigar -- not to mention where he got it from -- is unknown.[/color]
"I see, at the Picture Perfect pay-per-view event, I've been put in a match against Adam Knite and Curtis Kanyon, Curtis if you get in my way of taking out Adam I will make you regret it. Trust me."
"Curtis Kanyon. Haven't you had enough, yet, sh*twad? Haven't I beaten your head into the mat enough times for you to get it? You're old news. I've washed my hands of you quite a many times, and yet, you still haven't learned. Have you done gone and lost it, boy? What word don't you understand when I say you're over? You were yesterday's news story, today's who-gives-a-fu*k. Face it, Curtis Kanyon, your glory days never happened, your heyday was a dud and any semblance of a legacy was pissed on by yours truly. And that's the truth."[/color]
JackHammer takes a heavy drag of the cigar; the orange glow of the cigar getting brighter with the drag, then dimming a bit.[/color]
"Curtis Kanyon, you'd once asked if I thought I was better then you, and with that, I listed all the ways that proved my superiority. None of that was enough to get through your thick skull, and you still don't seem to get it even after I gave proof by categorizing everyone within the wrestling world. You wanted evidence, Curtis Kanyon: apparently me telling you I was better wasn’t enough for your fragile ego. I am fine with that, because quite frankly, Kanyon, I can see right through you. I can see that your emotional psyche is the type that inflates over and over by reassuring yourself that you’re the best, ignoring the fact that the entire world disagrees and disproves that very theory. And when you’re challenged, Curtis Kanyon, you shatter. A few weeks ago, you took it upon yourself to play coward and attack me from behind and you believed that you have the proverbial one up, yet you do not realize, I'm always the winner in our encounters, boy. I'll point that fact out to everyone. You, being the whiny emotional nut case that you are, give me flawed-filled excuses, doing nothing but proving to the world what I already knew: that you, Curtis Kanyon, are fragile in every single way. Our match is coming up, and I'll give you all that you want. You can try to use a move on me, and I'll brush it aside like the annoying insect you are. I'll hit you with one move, and being the delicate little weakling that you are, you'll start to bleed. I'll hit you with a second move, maybe even a Earth Shatter or two, and the match will be over. Two moves, Curtis Kanyon: two moves, and you'll be beaten, lying in the squared-circle, bleeding your heart out. And me? I'll barely break a sweat in arranging your simple demise."
"For days on end, you had once bragged so loud about how amazing you were, despite the fact that you had no evidence to back up your claim whatsoever. And the worst part is, Curtis Kanyon: people actually bought it. They took you seriously, even though this monster showed how superior he is to you, and that you are indeed useless. Thanks to your inflated words, people took ya seriously, even though zero pinfalls over me isn't exactly something to brag about. Side note: Who brushed you aside as if you were nothing more than a piece of dust? Oh yes, of course, it was the man known as JackHammer, a year or two ago. This man beats up every one in his path; even if he doesn't win in the end. This man is so laid-back that people don't care if he wins one match and loses the next fifty, he's a crowd pleaser. If anyone else in this league had pinned big shots and champions, a title shot would be in order. But each week, Kanyon, I've talked about going for the biggest prize, but my prayers fell on deaf ears. To succeed, you need to do more then wrestle, and Curtis Kanyon is too childish to ever display himself as anything more then just a moderately-skilled wrestler. The point is, Curtis Kanyon: you are good at making the mediocre look talented. Sure, you can wrestle a bit, but you figure if you can cover that up with flowery words and aggressive dialect that people will forget. Maybe if you and Adam Knite could cover your weaknesses, you’d be adequate, but since human fusion doesn’t exist, you’re gonna be stuck in your deficiencies. You can ask me if I am better then you, Curtis Kanyon and Adam Knite. I appeal to Exhibit A: beating you come this Sunday, even though you will promise my defeat. I come to this verdict: I am vastly superior to you, Curtis Kanyon and Adam Knite, you just refuse to acknowledge it. My talent exceeds even your highest understanding. At least Ricky Johnson could last a full minute with me: you couldn’t even go twelve seconds with an athlete of my caliber. Through the slow weeding out of your skills, the world is seeing that you are nothing more using insolence to cover your lack of talent, and your strong words to cover your foolish immaturity. In reality, Curtis Kanyon and Adam Knite, you’re lucky. Truly very lucky."[/color]
JackHammer, once again, takes a heavy drag of the cigar. This time, the glow is fogged out by the smoke being exhaled and disappears from sight completely. JackHammer can be heard chuckling a little bit.[/color]
"Curtis Kanyon, the human personification of the word 'fickle'. After all these weeks of being an indecisive little princess, you finally chose to come after me, thinking this is your ticket to the very top. Not only so, but you chose to make such a decision at an inopportune time. Curtis, my friend, this is your worst mistake. You probably thought that you could beat me, then move on as the NCW National champion and leave me in the dust. You couldn't be more incorrect, cupcake. Just remember, Curtis Kanyon, what you did by coming after me. Take a long hard look at the very being you have pissed off. Curtis, you pissed off easily the biggest guy in all of the NCW, capable of violence beyond recovery. You pissed off a man who already wants to rid this miserable world of you. You pissed off someone whose rage has no match and no end. But most importantly, Curtis Kanyon, you pissed off JackHammer. This action, my friend, has consequences of which you could never truly fathom. Have you talked to Joe Everyman about what I do to people who get in my way? Surely he can attest to how effortlessly I toss aside those who oppose me when I'm in a rage such as this, basically in a puddle of their own blood. My enemies pay, Curtis Kanyon and Adam Knite; plain and simple. People who chose to fight against me pay dearly, and this, Curtis and Adam, is your fate."
"You poor men, you really have no idea what you’ve done."[/color]
In an instant, a light comes on in the living room, bathing JackHammer in a dark yellow light. He sits there, his infamous lopsided grin apparent on his face, his eyes dancing with anger and rage.
[/color]
"Do you know why I decided to become a wrestler, Curtis, Adam? I wanted to wrestle because I wanted the honor of true competition, the thrill of the sport of wrestling. Losing was fine if you learned from it, and winning was a beautiful accomplishment. This was sport, Curtis, Adam, this was the thrill of true combat. To be honest, Curtis, Adam, I’d be lying if I said you didn’t have a huge influence on that part of my life. Some current and former superstars in this and other leagues have threatened that vision for my future, and for that reason and that reason only, I engaged in the wars I've wrought. That arena of competition will never come to pass if they are allowed to continue. Yet, at the same time, these wars have attracted so much of my focus that I have lost a large part of that initial motivation. But this week, Curtis, Adam: my opponents is void of any trace of lacklusterness. This week, Curtis, Adam, I’m facing a person who decided to wrestle for the same reason that I did: the thrill of true competition, athleticism and combat. This week is peace for me, Curtis, Adam, because the kind of match that we will have is the epitome of hatred, personified. I want to see the skill of the NCW National champion, and I want to see the wrestling brilliancy that won you that championship. This is a thrill, Adam, and for that I thank you. But I warn you, fail to take me seriously, and I’ll make you pay. Right now, you are in a process of re-establishing your legitimacy in some sort of championship race. But to do so, you have to go through a man who is scraping up just to be at the surface of such consideration. Desperation is a wonderful motivation friend, you'll see that at Picture Perfect."[/color]
JackHammer smiles. For a second, all seems right in the world. His rage has dissipated, and JackHammer’s eyes return to their normal comfortingly blue color. JackHammer looks at the floor, and closes his eyes. He takes a deep breath, when suddenly his phone rings. He takes it from the table next to him, looks at it, and his smile fades. JackHammer has resumed the look of rage that seems so wrong for his personality. JackHammer stands up, walks to the front door, opens it gently and turns back towards the camera, offering his final words.[/color]
"Curtis Kanyon and Adam Knite get ready to be just another victim."[/color]
The scene ends as JackHammer turns around and goes back inside closing the door.[/color]
Fade to black...............................[/color]
