Post by Jack Hammond on Feb 16, 2013 23:57:12 GMT -6
Rushed, impatient and late. All words we can use to describe this latest Jack Hammond promo, along with the state of the wrestler in question, hurrying his way down what initially appears to be a busy road, threading his way through a mostly oblivious crowd. Any pretenses of this being a setup, a ploy to a better story that we may be used to are dashed as we note the look of worry upon Hammond’s face, a wheeled suitcase being dragged behind him as he moves at a more than swift pace, trying his best not to run into anyone. He smiles apologetically at the camera that’s been tasked to follow him.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint a few people this week. Y’see, my latest attempt at a comeback has been going a little more than swimmingly, with two straight wins in the bag. In no time at all, I find myself back on nCw’s main show, Collision and facing AJ, someone with whom I’ve had a history with, for those of you whose attention spans last longer than a few minutes.”
He’s cut off for a moment as his lack of attention on where he’s going and his talking to camera sees him smack shoulder into shoulder with a random member of the public. Hammond’s face goes slightly red with embarassment as he slows and turns to try to apologise as profusely and in as British a manner as he can muster, which only serves for him to not pay attention to where he’s going even more and inevitably run into someone else.
This continues a couple more times, the poor Brit nearly burning into a crisp at the shame of causing any kind of inconvenience. Eventually, after untangling himself from various annoyed members of the public, he decides to put his head down and get to a less populated area before he continues.
A few moments later and he enters the building he’s been walking alongside for the entirety of this promo, letting us see it was an airport. The crowds thinned slightly in comparison to the bustling sidewalk, allowing him some breathing room as he searched around for his gate, checking his ticket before nodding and moving off, deciding this was an appropriate time to talk.
“As I was saying, I have to give some apologies. AJ’s a man who I’ve faced a good many times and someone who has more often than not gotten the better of me. However, as he has very graciously pointed out earlier this evening, he and I share a deep, mutual respect for one another. We have been in matches that have brought the best out in one another and I’m sure that tomorrow night will be no different.”
We note that he looks up at each desk he passes, checking it against his ticket, frowning alternately at each as they fail to match up, making him walk even further. Nevertheless, he continues to walk and talk, displaying an admirable talent in multitasking, throwing the camera a glance.
“Now, for such a man, I feel that I ought to spend my time by giving AJ my full attention with a promo to appropriately reflect the amount of effort, the amount of respect and the friendship I have with him. Needless to say, other things got in the way, what with having to try and sort out this whole...viagra deal thing and dealing with a nasty legal case with my former agent...who, from his behavior and mannerisms, I think was a plant by a certain Miss Fox in return for all my mistimed and ill-mannered jokes at her expense I often make in my promos. In any case, it’s left me with little to no time to put on any elaborate or well-meaning song and dance that I usually do.”
He winces a little at the thought of the people who may have been looking forward to what he could have had planned for AJ this week and shakes his head, smiling apologetically.
“However, we all know that this little bit of lip service we all do before our matches is...well, lip service to pump ourselves up before the event itself. A thing that we do to psyche ourselves up and to psyche our opponents out and the manner in which we go about it can either make us seem like supermen on an unstoppable roll to a victory we can self-assuredly claim to deserve and collect. That, or a rushed, stressed out Hamster who’s not managed his time at all this week and will most likely be late into Collision if he keeps yammering on and on instead of checking his bloody ticket in advance and getting his lazy arse onto a plane.”
Hammond grumbles then growls his last few lines, head whipping around to try and find the checkin desk he’s supposed to be finding. A few more looks around, some very quiet curses and he’s finally pointed in the correct direction, ignoring the camera for a moment as he focuses on his current situation.
A few moments of half jogging, half walking and he finds himself, slightly out of breath, red faced and finally in the correct line for his plane. Hammond recollects the tattered remnants of his dignity by taking a deep breath and smiling at the camera, a little more relaxed, the line before him nice and long, giving him some time to finally talk without fear of injuring someone else or even himself...physically at least, his words usually carrying some barbs or poison. His manner now, however, betrays no sort of anger or ferocity that Jabari Woodhead or Captain Howdy, instead a warmer, more cheery tone in his voice.
“However, it’s not really about what’s said, is it? I could plan the most fantastic-looking little promo, featuring explosions, racing cars, girls anything I wanted to try and make me look awesome and make everything I say sound even more powerful because of that. I could pull out the emo costume and get a cheap laugh, drive around in some expensive piece of autoerotica and look cool because I can drive...but in the end they’re all just words. Words said in a very awesome manner that costs a heck of a lot, but still words nonetheless.”
A sigh and an arched eyebrow act as the manner in which Hammond finally reaches his much labored point, leaning casually on the handle of his wheeled suitcase.
“So. We find ourselves thrown together again, AJ. One on one, which if I’m honest, hasn’t always turned out all that well for me, given our past record. However, I can remember every time and how we tore the house down by doing everything we could to try and prove who was better, which one of us deserved to have our arm raised and if I could be so bold to say, it often felt like there was nothing between us that could separate us in terms of ability, heart and our desire to win...aside from the final three seconds, of course.”
Hammond grins and shakes his head, the thought of getting taken to the edge of his abilities once more and the possibility of evening up the score he and AJ had made over the years making his heart beat faster, even when standing in a line that he all but ignores now.
“But we’ll have to see, won’t we? We’ve talked and talked and yammered on about what could be, what should be, what will be...When it comes down to it, words won’t really matter. Unless I could charm the ref into letting me win, but I doubt he’ll be that nice.”
A harmless chuckle and a mischievous twinkle in the Hamster’s eye show that he’s not getting worked up or angry like the past two weeks, instead showing how much he was looking forward to having a match against someone he respected and trusted to be honorable. However, a passionate fire and desire to win still burns behind those blue eyes, his confident smile growing all the time.
“I guess I’m going to have to bring what you want AJ. A fight between honorable men A fight that will have no politics, no ulterior motives and no bull. Just you and me and the world watching. I’ve no doubt in my mind that we and everyone who wants to see this match will love every second and no matter who walks away the winner, we’ll both be satisfied. After all, two of nCw’s best making another match for the history books?”
He simply shrugs his shoulders and winks.
“How hard can it be?”
The scene fades out, Hammond being lost to a crowd that surges seemingly from nowhere, the camera quickly losing him and his confident grin.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint a few people this week. Y’see, my latest attempt at a comeback has been going a little more than swimmingly, with two straight wins in the bag. In no time at all, I find myself back on nCw’s main show, Collision and facing AJ, someone with whom I’ve had a history with, for those of you whose attention spans last longer than a few minutes.”
He’s cut off for a moment as his lack of attention on where he’s going and his talking to camera sees him smack shoulder into shoulder with a random member of the public. Hammond’s face goes slightly red with embarassment as he slows and turns to try to apologise as profusely and in as British a manner as he can muster, which only serves for him to not pay attention to where he’s going even more and inevitably run into someone else.
This continues a couple more times, the poor Brit nearly burning into a crisp at the shame of causing any kind of inconvenience. Eventually, after untangling himself from various annoyed members of the public, he decides to put his head down and get to a less populated area before he continues.
A few moments later and he enters the building he’s been walking alongside for the entirety of this promo, letting us see it was an airport. The crowds thinned slightly in comparison to the bustling sidewalk, allowing him some breathing room as he searched around for his gate, checking his ticket before nodding and moving off, deciding this was an appropriate time to talk.
“As I was saying, I have to give some apologies. AJ’s a man who I’ve faced a good many times and someone who has more often than not gotten the better of me. However, as he has very graciously pointed out earlier this evening, he and I share a deep, mutual respect for one another. We have been in matches that have brought the best out in one another and I’m sure that tomorrow night will be no different.”
We note that he looks up at each desk he passes, checking it against his ticket, frowning alternately at each as they fail to match up, making him walk even further. Nevertheless, he continues to walk and talk, displaying an admirable talent in multitasking, throwing the camera a glance.
“Now, for such a man, I feel that I ought to spend my time by giving AJ my full attention with a promo to appropriately reflect the amount of effort, the amount of respect and the friendship I have with him. Needless to say, other things got in the way, what with having to try and sort out this whole...viagra deal thing and dealing with a nasty legal case with my former agent...who, from his behavior and mannerisms, I think was a plant by a certain Miss Fox in return for all my mistimed and ill-mannered jokes at her expense I often make in my promos. In any case, it’s left me with little to no time to put on any elaborate or well-meaning song and dance that I usually do.”
He winces a little at the thought of the people who may have been looking forward to what he could have had planned for AJ this week and shakes his head, smiling apologetically.
“However, we all know that this little bit of lip service we all do before our matches is...well, lip service to pump ourselves up before the event itself. A thing that we do to psyche ourselves up and to psyche our opponents out and the manner in which we go about it can either make us seem like supermen on an unstoppable roll to a victory we can self-assuredly claim to deserve and collect. That, or a rushed, stressed out Hamster who’s not managed his time at all this week and will most likely be late into Collision if he keeps yammering on and on instead of checking his bloody ticket in advance and getting his lazy arse onto a plane.”
Hammond grumbles then growls his last few lines, head whipping around to try and find the checkin desk he’s supposed to be finding. A few more looks around, some very quiet curses and he’s finally pointed in the correct direction, ignoring the camera for a moment as he focuses on his current situation.
A few moments of half jogging, half walking and he finds himself, slightly out of breath, red faced and finally in the correct line for his plane. Hammond recollects the tattered remnants of his dignity by taking a deep breath and smiling at the camera, a little more relaxed, the line before him nice and long, giving him some time to finally talk without fear of injuring someone else or even himself...physically at least, his words usually carrying some barbs or poison. His manner now, however, betrays no sort of anger or ferocity that Jabari Woodhead or Captain Howdy, instead a warmer, more cheery tone in his voice.
“However, it’s not really about what’s said, is it? I could plan the most fantastic-looking little promo, featuring explosions, racing cars, girls anything I wanted to try and make me look awesome and make everything I say sound even more powerful because of that. I could pull out the emo costume and get a cheap laugh, drive around in some expensive piece of autoerotica and look cool because I can drive...but in the end they’re all just words. Words said in a very awesome manner that costs a heck of a lot, but still words nonetheless.”
A sigh and an arched eyebrow act as the manner in which Hammond finally reaches his much labored point, leaning casually on the handle of his wheeled suitcase.
“So. We find ourselves thrown together again, AJ. One on one, which if I’m honest, hasn’t always turned out all that well for me, given our past record. However, I can remember every time and how we tore the house down by doing everything we could to try and prove who was better, which one of us deserved to have our arm raised and if I could be so bold to say, it often felt like there was nothing between us that could separate us in terms of ability, heart and our desire to win...aside from the final three seconds, of course.”
Hammond grins and shakes his head, the thought of getting taken to the edge of his abilities once more and the possibility of evening up the score he and AJ had made over the years making his heart beat faster, even when standing in a line that he all but ignores now.
“But we’ll have to see, won’t we? We’ve talked and talked and yammered on about what could be, what should be, what will be...When it comes down to it, words won’t really matter. Unless I could charm the ref into letting me win, but I doubt he’ll be that nice.”
A harmless chuckle and a mischievous twinkle in the Hamster’s eye show that he’s not getting worked up or angry like the past two weeks, instead showing how much he was looking forward to having a match against someone he respected and trusted to be honorable. However, a passionate fire and desire to win still burns behind those blue eyes, his confident smile growing all the time.
“I guess I’m going to have to bring what you want AJ. A fight between honorable men A fight that will have no politics, no ulterior motives and no bull. Just you and me and the world watching. I’ve no doubt in my mind that we and everyone who wants to see this match will love every second and no matter who walks away the winner, we’ll both be satisfied. After all, two of nCw’s best making another match for the history books?”
He simply shrugs his shoulders and winks.
“How hard can it be?”
The scene fades out, Hammond being lost to a crowd that surges seemingly from nowhere, the camera quickly losing him and his confident grin.