Post by defunctlies on Sept 27, 2008 14:14:40 GMT -6
The scene opens on Hammond, looking more relaxed than he had been in his last promo, sitting on what seems to be a park bench. The sun seems to have already set, lights switching on around the area despite the dim light still breaking through the trees. He smiles aimiably at the camera.
"It seems that couple of people were a little...worried with the rather harsh words I had for AJ in my last promo."
He sighs and settles back in the chair.
"Since it's evening, the sun's not out, so it's a lot cooler than it is during the day. In which case, I shouldn't really snap. However, I'm not going to apologize, and I'm not going to regret anything I said...no matter how harsh it may have seemed or 'out of character'."
Jack pauses for a second, seeming to mull things over for a moment.
"Everybody snaps now and again. I'll admit, I've got a short temper, but I think I've managed to keep a lid on it when I try to get down to it. All the jokes and sly digs I make; they're all ways I can try to release my frustration, little-by-little."
Jack frowns at the camera.
"But there comes a time when it's not enough to just comment on the size of your opponent's ego or pull out some costume to gain a few cheap laughs. Don't get me wrong, I know it's what some of you are watching for. But this week, I can't really allow myself to do such things...there's far too much at stake for me to be driving around and critisizing my opponent line for line, no matter how witty each rebuttal may be."
He greins cheekily for a second before sighing again, averting his gaze from the lens, tapping the top of the bench, choosing his words.
"AJ Pheonix seems convinced he's going to pull out a sudden burst of talent just because he's defending his title. If that's so, why couldn't he go 100% and beat me whenever he damn well pleased? A title in this business is indeed a great achievement, but even with it, AJ doesn't seem to be holding his reputation in high regard. He consoles himself whenever he loses, falling back on the all too easy 'I'm still a champion' mindset."
Jack shakes his head.
"But I put my reputation on the line each time I step into the ring. Of course, that means many times I've come away with my pride battered, but nobody can tell me I didn't try my hardest; that's something that nobody can take away from me."
Jack frowns again.
"And it's something that AJ doesn't seem to be concerned about. The day he loses that title, he will be a hollow man. All of his achievements for naught when he can't gaze upon that glittering belt around his waist. I seem to also be proclaiming the imminent demise of the Corporate Empire whenever I have the chance and when they go under, where will you go, AJ?"
Jack shrugs.
"Sure, I'm worried, but not as much as I could be. I'm pretty confident that I'm going to be walking away with a victory tomorrow. I know that sounds cocky, but it's just how I feel."
He pauses again for a second, scratching behind his ear and frowning.
"Now I can't guarantee any of that. Who knows? Perhaps tomorrow night, I'll have fought AJ tooth and nail and he's able to put me away and spend another night as the champ. Perhaps CE will rebound after Road To The Gold to become the dominating force in nCw. And perhaps this 'Revolution' thing will turn out to be Mike Honcho doing donuts in some car park before crashing into the arena."
He allows himself a smirk.
"But AJ, you've run your mouth endlessly about 'luck' this and 'focus' that. And whilst I'm willing to bet Napoleon didn't have the best of either, I'm not as short-sighted...nor as short for that matter to see over the bigger issues here, or let some low-lying distraction block my vision, and I'm going to stop bashing on that 'short' metaphor before the director bursts from trying to hold in his laughter."
He chuckles to himself, seeming to have relaxed a bit more, the sun having descended and the temperature dropped in that space of time.
"AJ, you're not going to face the man you think you're facing. That's not to say I'm going to march down the ramp dressed like Bukkake Man..."
He pauses for a moment, seemingly imagining it for a while. He shakes the image clear and continues.
"...but despite all your ranting and raving, I'm not the Hamster you think I am."
There's another pause, Hammond deadpanning and sighing as some muffled laughter comes from behind the camera. He sighs and continues.
"So tomorrow, I walk into RttG with all my hopes and with the confidence that I'm going to come away a winner, not just because of my ability or my drive, but also when I'm facing someone as hopelessly blind as AJ."
Jack nods to himself and smiles, a twinkle in his eye.
"And I've got something else planned tomorrow night, win or lose...but I shan't say much more than that."
His grins grows a little wider.
"But now, I've got to get back...promised to take my kids to the Sea World evening show and I fear them a bit more than I do Mark Evil...and now I'm imagining Mark Evil being the latest attraction there as a replacement for the killer whales...only he's more deady...and has a beard."
He shrugs and stands up, walking out of shot as the camera fades to black.
"It seems that couple of people were a little...worried with the rather harsh words I had for AJ in my last promo."
He sighs and settles back in the chair.
"Since it's evening, the sun's not out, so it's a lot cooler than it is during the day. In which case, I shouldn't really snap. However, I'm not going to apologize, and I'm not going to regret anything I said...no matter how harsh it may have seemed or 'out of character'."
Jack pauses for a second, seeming to mull things over for a moment.
"Everybody snaps now and again. I'll admit, I've got a short temper, but I think I've managed to keep a lid on it when I try to get down to it. All the jokes and sly digs I make; they're all ways I can try to release my frustration, little-by-little."
Jack frowns at the camera.
"But there comes a time when it's not enough to just comment on the size of your opponent's ego or pull out some costume to gain a few cheap laughs. Don't get me wrong, I know it's what some of you are watching for. But this week, I can't really allow myself to do such things...there's far too much at stake for me to be driving around and critisizing my opponent line for line, no matter how witty each rebuttal may be."
He greins cheekily for a second before sighing again, averting his gaze from the lens, tapping the top of the bench, choosing his words.
"AJ Pheonix seems convinced he's going to pull out a sudden burst of talent just because he's defending his title. If that's so, why couldn't he go 100% and beat me whenever he damn well pleased? A title in this business is indeed a great achievement, but even with it, AJ doesn't seem to be holding his reputation in high regard. He consoles himself whenever he loses, falling back on the all too easy 'I'm still a champion' mindset."
Jack shakes his head.
"But I put my reputation on the line each time I step into the ring. Of course, that means many times I've come away with my pride battered, but nobody can tell me I didn't try my hardest; that's something that nobody can take away from me."
Jack frowns again.
"And it's something that AJ doesn't seem to be concerned about. The day he loses that title, he will be a hollow man. All of his achievements for naught when he can't gaze upon that glittering belt around his waist. I seem to also be proclaiming the imminent demise of the Corporate Empire whenever I have the chance and when they go under, where will you go, AJ?"
Jack shrugs.
"Sure, I'm worried, but not as much as I could be. I'm pretty confident that I'm going to be walking away with a victory tomorrow. I know that sounds cocky, but it's just how I feel."
He pauses again for a second, scratching behind his ear and frowning.
"Now I can't guarantee any of that. Who knows? Perhaps tomorrow night, I'll have fought AJ tooth and nail and he's able to put me away and spend another night as the champ. Perhaps CE will rebound after Road To The Gold to become the dominating force in nCw. And perhaps this 'Revolution' thing will turn out to be Mike Honcho doing donuts in some car park before crashing into the arena."
He allows himself a smirk.
"But AJ, you've run your mouth endlessly about 'luck' this and 'focus' that. And whilst I'm willing to bet Napoleon didn't have the best of either, I'm not as short-sighted...nor as short for that matter to see over the bigger issues here, or let some low-lying distraction block my vision, and I'm going to stop bashing on that 'short' metaphor before the director bursts from trying to hold in his laughter."
He chuckles to himself, seeming to have relaxed a bit more, the sun having descended and the temperature dropped in that space of time.
"AJ, you're not going to face the man you think you're facing. That's not to say I'm going to march down the ramp dressed like Bukkake Man..."
He pauses for a moment, seemingly imagining it for a while. He shakes the image clear and continues.
"...but despite all your ranting and raving, I'm not the Hamster you think I am."
There's another pause, Hammond deadpanning and sighing as some muffled laughter comes from behind the camera. He sighs and continues.
"So tomorrow, I walk into RttG with all my hopes and with the confidence that I'm going to come away a winner, not just because of my ability or my drive, but also when I'm facing someone as hopelessly blind as AJ."
Jack nods to himself and smiles, a twinkle in his eye.
"And I've got something else planned tomorrow night, win or lose...but I shan't say much more than that."
His grins grows a little wider.
"But now, I've got to get back...promised to take my kids to the Sea World evening show and I fear them a bit more than I do Mark Evil...and now I'm imagining Mark Evil being the latest attraction there as a replacement for the killer whales...only he's more deady...and has a beard."
He shrugs and stands up, walking out of shot as the camera fades to black.