Post by JackHammer on Aug 18, 2012 3:19:35 GMT -6
He tugs down on the hem of his black and white tribal patterned TapOut T-Shirt, runs his left hand over the Black Studded leather bracelet of which adorns his right wrist and then tucks both hands firmly inside the pockets of his tight fitting black jeans; JackHammer steps forward and onto the front steps while focusing his eyes on the barely open front door.
JackHammer: Here I stand on a blistering hot summer afternoon, poised to change the decaying life of a man whose addiction has riddled his body fat and bulbous; whose dependence on a digital life has wrecked havoc on his relationships with friends, family and ultimately his fiancé; a man who is SO BLINDED by his WANT and NEED to be better at finger tapping and point scoring, That he hasn’t noticed that the woman who used to suck his dick has packed her bags and walked out the door.[/color]
He looks over his shoulder to the place where some woman named Beth’s car once; marked only by the skid marks left behind after she left the man in the house behind.[/color]
JackHammer: A man who even at this point STILL doesn’t know what has happened; instead he is engrossed in a fantasy world, where talking to and playing with other gamers means more to him than his health and relationships...But at least he bought all the expansion packs and made it to level Eighty-Five...Right? The thing is in the real world where I walk, where I talk...There is no expansion-pack, you can’t just reset and try again when you **** up...It’s over! There are no continues and no amount of money you slot into the machine is going to revive you. Much like my opponent this week...A man they call Xavier Williams, his parents named him that by the way.[/color]
JackHammer turns away from the house sitting himself down on the front steps, the same front steps that Beth walked down just a few moments ago.[/color]
JackHammer: You see Xavier Williams; you don’t get to “insert coin” when you lose to me at Point Of No Return, this isn’t Streets of Rage this is the NCW and you and I are going to go head to head, there will be no screw jobs by Fox, no out of shape and da*n right sloppy Curtis Kanyon nor will there be a green first-timer like Jabari Woodhead; unlike our first encounter the deck will not me stacked in your favour. I am going to drop you on your head with the Earth Shatter then lock you in my own variation of the Triangle Choke, and just like that fan of yours in the house behind me on his keyboard...You will be TAPPING!
The verbal attacks, the politicking, the self hype, the midget brawls the interviews with Gillmen and Graves and the bad blood between us comes to an end and the better man will have his hand raised, there will be no excuses, no bitching and moaning...Just acceptance that someone has to win and someone has to lose; I’m not going to sugar coat it and to be quiet frankly I never do, I despise you Xavier Williams, I hate everything you stand for, your stupid accent , your stupid house which features so audaciously in every promo you do and I hate the fact that there seems to be so many others WEDGED right up your a*s! Your match with Roberto Verona the other week may as well have been a chance you the two of you to blow eachother, as well as all the other pats on the back you get from the deluded roster members who believe you are some big shot saviour on his way to a world title shot.[/color]
The smell from the neighbours freshly cut lawn fills JackHammer's lungs as he takes in a deep breath through his nostrils.[/color]
JackHammer: And I know that you HATE everything that I am; you are unable to see my ability, my brilliance, my creativity, my genius; Instead you narrow-mindedly view me as a wannabe, as a prima-donna who believes his own hype and feels that he deserves more...Sentiments that I feel wholeheartedly about YOU! A fully grown man who throws his toys out of his pram every time things don’t go your way; our last encounter and the way you conducted yourself was nothing but testament to the fact that you; much like you’re number one fan behind me, can’t handle REALITY![/color]
He points his thumb back over his shoulder and to the house behind him as a gesture to his statements.[/color]
JackHammer: The last time we faced you got lucky, but come Sunday at A New Dawn you won't be so lucky this time. I am SO confident of my ability to run rings around you that I am going to TELL YOU exactly what I am going to do.
That bald-headed fiery temper of yours will be exploited, I will goad you into reacting like my personal ginger puppet, I will dance around you with my quickness while looking you in the eye and telling you how much I want to stick it to your woman; when you hit me and strike at me I am going to laugh at you and ask if ur woman hits as hard and how much is a full-on dominatrix session? I know what riles you up; it’s talking about her; it’s telling you that I want to leer over her naked body, lick and bite her neck and cum inside her, I know how ANGRY it gets you and as I sit here about to SAVE an imbecile who idolises you; I can picture you at home in your bubble sitting next to your woman’s tight firm body, relaxing in your own little world unbeknownst to the fact; that I want screw her in every orifice, choke her, slap her and treat her like a rag doll! The I can see you reaction to my words, your little world being turned upside down; your face burning up, gritting your teeth...And then...BOOM! You hit the roof! Furniture is thrown; walls punched, glasses smashed, screaming to the world how you are going to kill me! A reaction caused by none other than JackHammer...Like I said YOU ARE MY PUPPET and I AM THE PUPPET MASTER!
And trust me Xavier Williams. When you are as good-looking as me; it would be hard for her to resist my charms, especially after I have left you looking up at the lights, listening to MY MUSIC with nothing but the taste of your own blood in your mouth. I will expose you for the weak, feeble old man you are while I stand over you flanked by cheers from the NCW universe; that is an image that will make her cream her panties and weak at the knees, chances are she will have to rush off to play with herself afterwards.[/color]
The devilish smile that JackHammer has been known to flash from time to time suddenly engulfs his face, lighting it up like a christmas tree as you can literally see the cogs turning in his head. He rubs his hands together as if they were cold and then stands in one short sharp fluid motion, the sun still gleaming in his emerald green eyes.[/color]
JackHammer: But before I get to that...I have business to attend to.[/color]
He turns on his heel and walks up the front steps, along the pathway separated by overgrown patches of grass and to the front door of which has been left ajar. JackHammer reaches his hand around the white painted wooden frame; he fingers the crack in the door briefly before opening it.
Here he is hit by the smell of old garlic, piss and sweat; a clear indication of just how unhygienic Xavier Williams’s number one fan really is; obviously since offering up his mind, body and soul to the Electronic Deity, cleaning, washing and even wiping his a*s correctly have become too much of a chore. No wonder his fiancée left him! The smell is almost too much for JackHammer to take and so he reaches inside his back pocket and takes out a white and black bandanna, shaking it out and then holding it over his nose and mouth.[/color]
JackHammer: Fu*king stinks.[/color]
He mumbles to himself before locking his eyes on the signed picture; and image more likely to make him vomit than odour, he reaches out taking hold of it and making his way into the front room, the sofa still indented from where Beth once sat, Jerry Springer loudly giving his “Final Thought” and Mike sat in his black underwear, fat hairy belly overlapping the seam and his hand stuck into a huge bag of Doritos.
JackHammer stands their for a moment, digesting the scene; of which is nothing short of pitiful, to see a fully grown man give up everything for a game would be heart wrenching to some, but to JackHammer it is nauseating, the man is diseased, he is plugged in and hooked up to the matrix in every possible connotation of the word. But yet Mike fails to notice the fact that Beth has left him; nor does he notice the arrival of the man who will face off against his idol at A New Dawn...Angered by the utter disrespect JackHammer launches the photo frame directly at Mike, hitting in the side of the head, splitting his cheek open and knocking his headphones from off his head.
Mike turns in time to see the snarl on JackHammer face of which sends a chill down his spine.[/color]
JackHammer: Do you know who I am?[/color]
Mike nods slowly not wanting to say a word.[/color]
JackHammer: I find your silence refreshing; do you know why I am here?[/color]
Mike ushers the word no with another nod, still awestruck and scared by the presumed “break-n-entry” by one of the NCW’s top paid superstars, JackHammer watches as Mike turns his head to the sofa at the vary moment Jerry Springer says “Some times walking away is the right thing to do.”[/color]
JackHammer: She’s gone Mike; she grew tired of the neglect and of the pain you put her through on a daily basis. The only woman you have ever loved walked right out that door moments ago and you were to engrossed in your digital world to even notice.[/color]
A sadness befalls Mike as the realisation that he has lost the woman he loves slowly sinks in.[/color]
JackHammer: And what are you going to do about it? Are you going to unplug yourself? Are you going to take a shower, tidy up and sort your life out? NO...NO you’re not; instead you will further amerce yourself in to the mainframe thus losing track of your surroundings...And do you want to know the worst thing about all this?[/color]
Mike sits silent...[/color]
JackHammer: She washed your clothes, done the dishes and made the bed before she left; that’s the kind of woman she was...And now she is gone and it’s all your fault! Your selfish attitude and actions pushed her away and in time she will meet another man and he will treat her like a princess and she will suck his dick, do his laundry, wash is dishes and make his bed...While you...You continue to degenerate here in your own sh*t![/color]
Much like Mike’s idol Xavier Williams he gets pent up and angry when JackHammer talks about his woman in such away, JackHammer can see this and it only adds fuel to the fire.[/color]
JackHammer: You want to hit me don’t you Mike? But you cant, you are too fat and too weak to do anything about it, which is why I am here to save you; I am going to take you away and I am going to save you from all this, from your own mistakes...[/color]
JackHammer reaches out his hand only to have it slapped by a defiant Mike who adds “You ain’t gonna do sh*t but get your a*s handed to you by Xavier Williams!”
JackHammer: Is that so? Then tell me...Where is Xavier Williams now?[/color]
Mike looks at JackHammer has he peers around the corner of the door frame and shrugs his shoulders.[/color]
JackHammer: That’s right...He isn’t here is he? No...Mike you will come with me, you will be saved by me and you will announce to the world that I am your saviour.[/color]
Mike: No I won’t![/color]
JackHammer shakes his head in disbelief, this fat, lazy piece of sh*t is deny a chance to turn his life around, to be saved from his addiction...”This can’t be” JackHammer thinks to himself, a notion which pisses him off unequivocally; to the point that JackHammer lashes out by leaping across the room in a Hannibal Lecter-esque lunge.
The overweight and muscle damaged Mike is no match for JackHammer as they along with the crisps, keyboard diet Coke and chair tumble to the ground; where NCW’s hot tempered self-important Ch-Town Terror begins to pound away at Mike; who can barely defend himself. JackHammer punches him repeatedly over and over busting his lip, nose and eyebrow in the process before wrapping his legs around the rotund “Fan-O-Xavier Williams,” locking his arm and tightening what looks to be a side Triangle Choke hold.[/color]
JackHammer: Tap! Tap! Fu*king Tap! Tap Xavier Williams you piece of sh*t! Tap![/color]
As JackHammer looks at Mike’ now beetroot red face covered partly by his thinning ragged hair, he can imagine Xavier Williams locked in to the Triangle, the cheers of The Jerry Springer Show become NCW fans and the oil-stained carpet becomes the wrestling ring; JackHammer’s eyes glaze over as he causes Mike to pass out. A moment later JackHammer rolls away and stands looking at the unconscious “fat-man.” He dusts himself down and sneers once again.[/color]
JackHammer: I was wrong; It’s not you I should have been saving from a drab life of addiction; I should have come here to save Beth from your mundane and pathetic ways. You have no idea how similar you really are to my opponent this week. Just like Xavier Williams you fail to see the fact that the woman in your life is readying to leave, that the woman in your life is sick of that fantasy world you live in where you believe yourself to be a big shot, a man of integrity and a man of substance. She knows that deep down inside you are an insecure lost little boy who needs her embrace to keep him going. This is why you never leave her side, this is why you cling to her like a newly born to it’s mothers breast. You do this because you are scared of losing her and you know that one day some one better than you will come into her life, snap her up, turn her world upside down and make her cum like never before. A man who is handsome, sexual, cool, athletic, creative, deep, intelligent and all the things that you are not...A man like me!
And this is exactly what is going to happen, I OWN YOU Xavier Williams! In every single way; in the gym, in the ring and in life; I am faster, craftier and lets face it I am more talented than you and it scares you, it scares you because I am forcing you to admit that you just can’t cut it anymore. Which is why in over a week since our match was announced NO ONE has heard a peep from you, there have been no bold claims of how my ass is getting kicked, no egotistical boasts of your superiority...NOTHING...And I know why; because you are the monkey and I am the organ grinder, you’re waiting, waiting to hear what I have to say and do; I am the action you are the REACTION! You do not have it in you to push first, to come after me and trash me; no...You have to wait it out till the last minute because like I already said; I scare you, I bother you, I irritate you and annoy you which is why I will await your cliché riddled answer to my words; because thats all they will be an ANSWER never the QUESTION nor the attack. I can read you like an open book and you hate me for it
But don’t worry you are not the only one who fills this way about me, there is a reason I am exiled in the locker room, there is a reason I am exiled by NCW management; and that’s because I am everything they are not...And just like you I am going to expose these men; men like The Ace, Joe Everyman, Spike Kane, Adam Knite...These men like you are nothing but self important spot-light huggers who believe themselves to be something they are not. None of these men have DONE anything as of late to warrant their power or positions on the card; yet men like myself and a handful of others who work hard, win matches and entertain the fans are down graded and misused, our title opportunities are handed away to either corporate suck ups or has-beens living off a legacy of old.[/color]
He watches as Mike slowly begins to move again; the fat-man rolls to the side thus revealing the now broken picture frame; the photo grabs JackHammer attention once again and so he makes his way over and picks it up, he smashes the frame completely and takes out the photograph.[/color]
Mike: Please...Please...don’t hurt me.[/color]
JackHammer: Shut up! JackHammer needs quiet![/color]
He looks down at the photo once again this time smiling as if a light bulb has lit up above his head.[/color]
JackHammer: I’ll keep this; a reminder to Xavier Williams of all the people he has let down, the fans, the family members and of course his woman...Poor girl of whom I will save in due time.[/color]
With that said JackHammer delivers one huge swift kick to the side of Mike who lets out a yelp, before making his exit. Mike however lays broken, hurt and upset; his life has been ruined by his addiction...as he lays almost motionless you can hear the hum of the Chevy Silverado's engine outside, flanked by the sobs of a broken man who reaches out to the lead of his computer and with one swift pull...He unplugs it...And sets himself free...[/color]
The scene ends. Fade to black.............................[/color]
JackHammer: Here I stand on a blistering hot summer afternoon, poised to change the decaying life of a man whose addiction has riddled his body fat and bulbous; whose dependence on a digital life has wrecked havoc on his relationships with friends, family and ultimately his fiancé; a man who is SO BLINDED by his WANT and NEED to be better at finger tapping and point scoring, That he hasn’t noticed that the woman who used to suck his dick has packed her bags and walked out the door.[/color]
He looks over his shoulder to the place where some woman named Beth’s car once; marked only by the skid marks left behind after she left the man in the house behind.[/color]
JackHammer: A man who even at this point STILL doesn’t know what has happened; instead he is engrossed in a fantasy world, where talking to and playing with other gamers means more to him than his health and relationships...But at least he bought all the expansion packs and made it to level Eighty-Five...Right? The thing is in the real world where I walk, where I talk...There is no expansion-pack, you can’t just reset and try again when you **** up...It’s over! There are no continues and no amount of money you slot into the machine is going to revive you. Much like my opponent this week...A man they call Xavier Williams, his parents named him that by the way.[/color]
JackHammer turns away from the house sitting himself down on the front steps, the same front steps that Beth walked down just a few moments ago.[/color]
JackHammer: You see Xavier Williams; you don’t get to “insert coin” when you lose to me at Point Of No Return, this isn’t Streets of Rage this is the NCW and you and I are going to go head to head, there will be no screw jobs by Fox, no out of shape and da*n right sloppy Curtis Kanyon nor will there be a green first-timer like Jabari Woodhead; unlike our first encounter the deck will not me stacked in your favour. I am going to drop you on your head with the Earth Shatter then lock you in my own variation of the Triangle Choke, and just like that fan of yours in the house behind me on his keyboard...You will be TAPPING!
The verbal attacks, the politicking, the self hype, the midget brawls the interviews with Gillmen and Graves and the bad blood between us comes to an end and the better man will have his hand raised, there will be no excuses, no bitching and moaning...Just acceptance that someone has to win and someone has to lose; I’m not going to sugar coat it and to be quiet frankly I never do, I despise you Xavier Williams, I hate everything you stand for, your stupid accent , your stupid house which features so audaciously in every promo you do and I hate the fact that there seems to be so many others WEDGED right up your a*s! Your match with Roberto Verona the other week may as well have been a chance you the two of you to blow eachother, as well as all the other pats on the back you get from the deluded roster members who believe you are some big shot saviour on his way to a world title shot.[/color]
The smell from the neighbours freshly cut lawn fills JackHammer's lungs as he takes in a deep breath through his nostrils.[/color]
JackHammer: And I know that you HATE everything that I am; you are unable to see my ability, my brilliance, my creativity, my genius; Instead you narrow-mindedly view me as a wannabe, as a prima-donna who believes his own hype and feels that he deserves more...Sentiments that I feel wholeheartedly about YOU! A fully grown man who throws his toys out of his pram every time things don’t go your way; our last encounter and the way you conducted yourself was nothing but testament to the fact that you; much like you’re number one fan behind me, can’t handle REALITY![/color]
He points his thumb back over his shoulder and to the house behind him as a gesture to his statements.[/color]
JackHammer: The last time we faced you got lucky, but come Sunday at A New Dawn you won't be so lucky this time. I am SO confident of my ability to run rings around you that I am going to TELL YOU exactly what I am going to do.
That bald-headed fiery temper of yours will be exploited, I will goad you into reacting like my personal ginger puppet, I will dance around you with my quickness while looking you in the eye and telling you how much I want to stick it to your woman; when you hit me and strike at me I am going to laugh at you and ask if ur woman hits as hard and how much is a full-on dominatrix session? I know what riles you up; it’s talking about her; it’s telling you that I want to leer over her naked body, lick and bite her neck and cum inside her, I know how ANGRY it gets you and as I sit here about to SAVE an imbecile who idolises you; I can picture you at home in your bubble sitting next to your woman’s tight firm body, relaxing in your own little world unbeknownst to the fact; that I want screw her in every orifice, choke her, slap her and treat her like a rag doll! The I can see you reaction to my words, your little world being turned upside down; your face burning up, gritting your teeth...And then...BOOM! You hit the roof! Furniture is thrown; walls punched, glasses smashed, screaming to the world how you are going to kill me! A reaction caused by none other than JackHammer...Like I said YOU ARE MY PUPPET and I AM THE PUPPET MASTER!
And trust me Xavier Williams. When you are as good-looking as me; it would be hard for her to resist my charms, especially after I have left you looking up at the lights, listening to MY MUSIC with nothing but the taste of your own blood in your mouth. I will expose you for the weak, feeble old man you are while I stand over you flanked by cheers from the NCW universe; that is an image that will make her cream her panties and weak at the knees, chances are she will have to rush off to play with herself afterwards.[/color]
The devilish smile that JackHammer has been known to flash from time to time suddenly engulfs his face, lighting it up like a christmas tree as you can literally see the cogs turning in his head. He rubs his hands together as if they were cold and then stands in one short sharp fluid motion, the sun still gleaming in his emerald green eyes.[/color]
JackHammer: But before I get to that...I have business to attend to.[/color]
He turns on his heel and walks up the front steps, along the pathway separated by overgrown patches of grass and to the front door of which has been left ajar. JackHammer reaches his hand around the white painted wooden frame; he fingers the crack in the door briefly before opening it.
Here he is hit by the smell of old garlic, piss and sweat; a clear indication of just how unhygienic Xavier Williams’s number one fan really is; obviously since offering up his mind, body and soul to the Electronic Deity, cleaning, washing and even wiping his a*s correctly have become too much of a chore. No wonder his fiancée left him! The smell is almost too much for JackHammer to take and so he reaches inside his back pocket and takes out a white and black bandanna, shaking it out and then holding it over his nose and mouth.[/color]
JackHammer: Fu*king stinks.[/color]
He mumbles to himself before locking his eyes on the signed picture; and image more likely to make him vomit than odour, he reaches out taking hold of it and making his way into the front room, the sofa still indented from where Beth once sat, Jerry Springer loudly giving his “Final Thought” and Mike sat in his black underwear, fat hairy belly overlapping the seam and his hand stuck into a huge bag of Doritos.
JackHammer stands their for a moment, digesting the scene; of which is nothing short of pitiful, to see a fully grown man give up everything for a game would be heart wrenching to some, but to JackHammer it is nauseating, the man is diseased, he is plugged in and hooked up to the matrix in every possible connotation of the word. But yet Mike fails to notice the fact that Beth has left him; nor does he notice the arrival of the man who will face off against his idol at A New Dawn...Angered by the utter disrespect JackHammer launches the photo frame directly at Mike, hitting in the side of the head, splitting his cheek open and knocking his headphones from off his head.
Mike turns in time to see the snarl on JackHammer face of which sends a chill down his spine.[/color]
JackHammer: Do you know who I am?[/color]
Mike nods slowly not wanting to say a word.[/color]
JackHammer: I find your silence refreshing; do you know why I am here?[/color]
Mike ushers the word no with another nod, still awestruck and scared by the presumed “break-n-entry” by one of the NCW’s top paid superstars, JackHammer watches as Mike turns his head to the sofa at the vary moment Jerry Springer says “Some times walking away is the right thing to do.”[/color]
JackHammer: She’s gone Mike; she grew tired of the neglect and of the pain you put her through on a daily basis. The only woman you have ever loved walked right out that door moments ago and you were to engrossed in your digital world to even notice.[/color]
A sadness befalls Mike as the realisation that he has lost the woman he loves slowly sinks in.[/color]
JackHammer: And what are you going to do about it? Are you going to unplug yourself? Are you going to take a shower, tidy up and sort your life out? NO...NO you’re not; instead you will further amerce yourself in to the mainframe thus losing track of your surroundings...And do you want to know the worst thing about all this?[/color]
Mike sits silent...[/color]
JackHammer: She washed your clothes, done the dishes and made the bed before she left; that’s the kind of woman she was...And now she is gone and it’s all your fault! Your selfish attitude and actions pushed her away and in time she will meet another man and he will treat her like a princess and she will suck his dick, do his laundry, wash is dishes and make his bed...While you...You continue to degenerate here in your own sh*t![/color]
Much like Mike’s idol Xavier Williams he gets pent up and angry when JackHammer talks about his woman in such away, JackHammer can see this and it only adds fuel to the fire.[/color]
JackHammer: You want to hit me don’t you Mike? But you cant, you are too fat and too weak to do anything about it, which is why I am here to save you; I am going to take you away and I am going to save you from all this, from your own mistakes...[/color]
JackHammer reaches out his hand only to have it slapped by a defiant Mike who adds “You ain’t gonna do sh*t but get your a*s handed to you by Xavier Williams!”
JackHammer: Is that so? Then tell me...Where is Xavier Williams now?[/color]
Mike looks at JackHammer has he peers around the corner of the door frame and shrugs his shoulders.[/color]
JackHammer: That’s right...He isn’t here is he? No...Mike you will come with me, you will be saved by me and you will announce to the world that I am your saviour.[/color]
Mike: No I won’t![/color]
JackHammer shakes his head in disbelief, this fat, lazy piece of sh*t is deny a chance to turn his life around, to be saved from his addiction...”This can’t be” JackHammer thinks to himself, a notion which pisses him off unequivocally; to the point that JackHammer lashes out by leaping across the room in a Hannibal Lecter-esque lunge.
The overweight and muscle damaged Mike is no match for JackHammer as they along with the crisps, keyboard diet Coke and chair tumble to the ground; where NCW’s hot tempered self-important Ch-Town Terror begins to pound away at Mike; who can barely defend himself. JackHammer punches him repeatedly over and over busting his lip, nose and eyebrow in the process before wrapping his legs around the rotund “Fan-O-Xavier Williams,” locking his arm and tightening what looks to be a side Triangle Choke hold.[/color]
JackHammer: Tap! Tap! Fu*king Tap! Tap Xavier Williams you piece of sh*t! Tap![/color]
As JackHammer looks at Mike’ now beetroot red face covered partly by his thinning ragged hair, he can imagine Xavier Williams locked in to the Triangle, the cheers of The Jerry Springer Show become NCW fans and the oil-stained carpet becomes the wrestling ring; JackHammer’s eyes glaze over as he causes Mike to pass out. A moment later JackHammer rolls away and stands looking at the unconscious “fat-man.” He dusts himself down and sneers once again.[/color]
JackHammer: I was wrong; It’s not you I should have been saving from a drab life of addiction; I should have come here to save Beth from your mundane and pathetic ways. You have no idea how similar you really are to my opponent this week. Just like Xavier Williams you fail to see the fact that the woman in your life is readying to leave, that the woman in your life is sick of that fantasy world you live in where you believe yourself to be a big shot, a man of integrity and a man of substance. She knows that deep down inside you are an insecure lost little boy who needs her embrace to keep him going. This is why you never leave her side, this is why you cling to her like a newly born to it’s mothers breast. You do this because you are scared of losing her and you know that one day some one better than you will come into her life, snap her up, turn her world upside down and make her cum like never before. A man who is handsome, sexual, cool, athletic, creative, deep, intelligent and all the things that you are not...A man like me!
And this is exactly what is going to happen, I OWN YOU Xavier Williams! In every single way; in the gym, in the ring and in life; I am faster, craftier and lets face it I am more talented than you and it scares you, it scares you because I am forcing you to admit that you just can’t cut it anymore. Which is why in over a week since our match was announced NO ONE has heard a peep from you, there have been no bold claims of how my ass is getting kicked, no egotistical boasts of your superiority...NOTHING...And I know why; because you are the monkey and I am the organ grinder, you’re waiting, waiting to hear what I have to say and do; I am the action you are the REACTION! You do not have it in you to push first, to come after me and trash me; no...You have to wait it out till the last minute because like I already said; I scare you, I bother you, I irritate you and annoy you which is why I will await your cliché riddled answer to my words; because thats all they will be an ANSWER never the QUESTION nor the attack. I can read you like an open book and you hate me for it
But don’t worry you are not the only one who fills this way about me, there is a reason I am exiled in the locker room, there is a reason I am exiled by NCW management; and that’s because I am everything they are not...And just like you I am going to expose these men; men like The Ace, Joe Everyman, Spike Kane, Adam Knite...These men like you are nothing but self important spot-light huggers who believe themselves to be something they are not. None of these men have DONE anything as of late to warrant their power or positions on the card; yet men like myself and a handful of others who work hard, win matches and entertain the fans are down graded and misused, our title opportunities are handed away to either corporate suck ups or has-beens living off a legacy of old.[/color]
He watches as Mike slowly begins to move again; the fat-man rolls to the side thus revealing the now broken picture frame; the photo grabs JackHammer attention once again and so he makes his way over and picks it up, he smashes the frame completely and takes out the photograph.[/color]
Mike: Please...Please...don’t hurt me.[/color]
JackHammer: Shut up! JackHammer needs quiet![/color]
He looks down at the photo once again this time smiling as if a light bulb has lit up above his head.[/color]
JackHammer: I’ll keep this; a reminder to Xavier Williams of all the people he has let down, the fans, the family members and of course his woman...Poor girl of whom I will save in due time.[/color]
With that said JackHammer delivers one huge swift kick to the side of Mike who lets out a yelp, before making his exit. Mike however lays broken, hurt and upset; his life has been ruined by his addiction...as he lays almost motionless you can hear the hum of the Chevy Silverado's engine outside, flanked by the sobs of a broken man who reaches out to the lead of his computer and with one swift pull...He unplugs it...And sets himself free...[/color]
The scene ends. Fade to black.............................[/color]
