Post by defunctlies on Jun 14, 2008 18:33:28 GMT -6
The scene opens on the last leg of the endurance race, Hammond, blinking blearily through the visor of his helmet as the sun starts to rise in the sky. The edits and cuts are more tense as the races comes to its climax, Cake's 'He's Going The Distance' playing over the images.
After a couple of intense minuites of racing cuts, the ominous title of '30 Minuites Remaining' flashes across the screen. Jack sakes his head to try to wake himself up and get the last half-hour done well. He pipes up wearily.
"You know...despite my bashing it...this hasn't been as bad as I've made it out to be. There have been times when some drivers have bunched up and I've had to try overtake without putting them into the wall or binning it into the grass verge on the inside and spinning out. Those few-and-far-between moments have probably stopped me from crashing on purpose to brighten this race up."
He nods to himself.
"I know I haven't won, seeing as there's currently someone driving in a race tuned classic Dodge Charger, but still. It's been quite the experience and quite the way to spend the Thursday and Friday before a PPV."
The scene cuts to a clock and the second hand ticking its way to the '12'. As it hits there, the checkered flag starts waving as drivers speed past the start/finish line. Hammond passes the line waving a fist out of the driver's side window, whooping.
The scene cuts to Hammond standing next to the podium, receiving a loud cheer as his name is mentioned. He walks towards the camera after the little ceremony and makes a face.
"Seventh."
There's a pause and burst of laughter from the crew.
"Oh come on! I had a 1992 Ford Crown Victoria! I'd like to see you try to beat a race tuned Charger with that!"
The laughter drowns out the Hamster's racing driver excuses and the scene fades out, fading back in on Hammond, just about half-dead in his chair outside the porta-cabin.
"So. Despite my fears, I managed to place in single-figures in a race I had no real idea about until I turned up 26 hours ago, and I wasn't killed to death in some horrific crash."
He shrugs.
"And today, I'm going to spend all of my time prepping myself for tomorrow. I go into Picture Perfect, with a chance to walk away with the Xtreme Title. I face Davey Ortega, Reckoning and the Ace in a no-holds barred Xtreme Rules Match, and I will not hesitate for an instant to gain the upper hand and come out on top."
He grins at the camera.
"I may be fresh to the nCw. I may be an unknown to some of the bigger boys...I realise that's also a subtle jab at my own height, but I'll ignore it...but win or lose, I'll be making sure I get their attention."
He cocks an eyebrow.
"And in the case of Ace, it seems that I will need to beat some sort of respect into him. He's passing me off as some sort of annoyance, as a gnat that will be squished at his say-so. I'm now hoping that he still thinks that way coming into this match; that way it'll be oh-so-more enjoyable to surprise him and bring him down."
He grins.
"Ortega, you too need to realise just how much I want that gold, and how big a threat I can be if you don't treat me with the amount of respect I hold for you. I understand you and Ace are probably going to want to do some very nasty things to each other, and throwing a Hamster into the mix of two big, muscular and sweaty men...well...uhm..."
Hammond waves his hands about.
"Needless to say, just remember that it's not Ace vs. Davey Ortega."
He sighs.
"And as for our deranged Xtreme Champ? I don't need to repeat myself on the 'focus' issue, nor do I need to worry about you not having your head in the game...at least, I hope I don't."
Jack sighs softly and breaks into a yawn.
"Each of you is going into this match with the same goal as me; to win or retain the Xtreme Title. Then again, it seems that each of you has a certain target or mindset coming into this same match that could mean the Hamster steals the win under your noses whilst you fight your own battles. I have only one goal. I have only one target. To win."
Jack grins at the camera.
"And come Picture Perfect, that may just happen."
Jack leans back in his chair, letting out a long sigh. He pauses and looks about at the emptying racetrack, he looks back at the camera.
"Can I go to bed now?"
The scene fades out.
After a couple of intense minuites of racing cuts, the ominous title of '30 Minuites Remaining' flashes across the screen. Jack sakes his head to try to wake himself up and get the last half-hour done well. He pipes up wearily.
"You know...despite my bashing it...this hasn't been as bad as I've made it out to be. There have been times when some drivers have bunched up and I've had to try overtake without putting them into the wall or binning it into the grass verge on the inside and spinning out. Those few-and-far-between moments have probably stopped me from crashing on purpose to brighten this race up."
He nods to himself.
"I know I haven't won, seeing as there's currently someone driving in a race tuned classic Dodge Charger, but still. It's been quite the experience and quite the way to spend the Thursday and Friday before a PPV."
The scene cuts to a clock and the second hand ticking its way to the '12'. As it hits there, the checkered flag starts waving as drivers speed past the start/finish line. Hammond passes the line waving a fist out of the driver's side window, whooping.
The scene cuts to Hammond standing next to the podium, receiving a loud cheer as his name is mentioned. He walks towards the camera after the little ceremony and makes a face.
"Seventh."
There's a pause and burst of laughter from the crew.
"Oh come on! I had a 1992 Ford Crown Victoria! I'd like to see you try to beat a race tuned Charger with that!"
The laughter drowns out the Hamster's racing driver excuses and the scene fades out, fading back in on Hammond, just about half-dead in his chair outside the porta-cabin.
"So. Despite my fears, I managed to place in single-figures in a race I had no real idea about until I turned up 26 hours ago, and I wasn't killed to death in some horrific crash."
He shrugs.
"And today, I'm going to spend all of my time prepping myself for tomorrow. I go into Picture Perfect, with a chance to walk away with the Xtreme Title. I face Davey Ortega, Reckoning and the Ace in a no-holds barred Xtreme Rules Match, and I will not hesitate for an instant to gain the upper hand and come out on top."
He grins at the camera.
"I may be fresh to the nCw. I may be an unknown to some of the bigger boys...I realise that's also a subtle jab at my own height, but I'll ignore it...but win or lose, I'll be making sure I get their attention."
He cocks an eyebrow.
"And in the case of Ace, it seems that I will need to beat some sort of respect into him. He's passing me off as some sort of annoyance, as a gnat that will be squished at his say-so. I'm now hoping that he still thinks that way coming into this match; that way it'll be oh-so-more enjoyable to surprise him and bring him down."
He grins.
"Ortega, you too need to realise just how much I want that gold, and how big a threat I can be if you don't treat me with the amount of respect I hold for you. I understand you and Ace are probably going to want to do some very nasty things to each other, and throwing a Hamster into the mix of two big, muscular and sweaty men...well...uhm..."
Hammond waves his hands about.
"Needless to say, just remember that it's not Ace vs. Davey Ortega."
He sighs.
"And as for our deranged Xtreme Champ? I don't need to repeat myself on the 'focus' issue, nor do I need to worry about you not having your head in the game...at least, I hope I don't."
Jack sighs softly and breaks into a yawn.
"Each of you is going into this match with the same goal as me; to win or retain the Xtreme Title. Then again, it seems that each of you has a certain target or mindset coming into this same match that could mean the Hamster steals the win under your noses whilst you fight your own battles. I have only one goal. I have only one target. To win."
Jack grins at the camera.
"And come Picture Perfect, that may just happen."
Jack leans back in his chair, letting out a long sigh. He pauses and looks about at the emptying racetrack, he looks back at the camera.
"Can I go to bed now?"
The scene fades out.