Post by JackHammer on Nov 1, 2008 13:56:24 GMT -6
The old expression the more things change, the more they stay the same comes from the theory that we are doomed from birth to become our parents. If we were beat as children then that means they our kids are getting their a*ses beaten for our pain. What kind of sh*t is that? Wouldn’t we want to save our children the pain and torture of living the lives we lived? Why don’t we remember the embarrassment we felt when we went to school with the black eye and the teacher had to pull us aside to ask us what happened? And on a side note with the intelligence of our children improving so much over the generation before them, why haven’t they found a better excuse than I ran into the door or I fell? I guess our imagination is only as good as our parents allow it to be.
On the other side of the page, if we are raised in what society says is the perfect home, then our home should be perfect for our children when they are born. They should have the perfect white house with the picket fence and the do that runs around and plays all day long. They deserve this life, but something happens. Whether it be the fact that that parent that was raised in the perfect house decides to change things around and becomes an alcoholic who can’t control themselves, or whether the parent starts to realize that maybe they didn’t have the perfect life. So they try to make things as perfect as they can for their child.
The question that comes to mind for me is which parent is the worse of the two? Most people are probably looking at this and thinking to themselves what kind of fu*king idiot are you? Of course the parent who beats their child’s a*s is the worse of the two. That’s what society says is wrong and that makes that parent horrible, but I see it in another way. The child of that parent is ready for whatever life gives them. No I am not saying you should beat your child’s a*s, but I am also saying that a few spankings here and there never hurt anyone.
I think that the parents are equals. While the one parent may go to far. The other one just doesn’t go far enough. They treat their child like they are the price or princess of the world and soon enough they start to believe that. Then when our royal child gets out into the real world they aren’t ready for life to kick them in the nuts and say guess what you don’t get everything you want. Sometimes you are going to be disappointed. When things go wrong for these people, they crash. Something as small as the toilet backing up makes them question if there is a god.
I guess the moral of the story is we are all ****ty parents. No matter what we try to do we will fu*k our kids up and then we wonder why we end up in nursing homes.
JackHammer saves the file and closes his lap top and looks around the gym he in. JackHammer is sitting on the edge of a bench. A man walks up to JackHammer and grabs the lap top. He throws the lap top down towards the ground and it lands on a gym bag full of clothes. JackHammer looks up the man who did it seeing Saber staring eye to eye with him.
JackHammer: What the hell did you do that for?
Saber continues to stare at JackHammer with a fury in his eyes.
Saber: If you want to write go to a library or something. I did not help bring you out of the depths of your own drunken stupor just so you could become a poet. I did it so you could possibly have some honor back into your life.
JackHammer laughs.
JackHammer: Honor has never really been something I have strived to much to achieve. I have only ever wanted to make enough money so that my daughter can have a life without hardships. If I have to embarrass myself week after week to get it done then so be it.
Saber: There is a big difference between embarrassing yourself and having no honor. Even if you look foolish week after week if you do it with some conviction and respect behind it then you won’t be embarrassed when you are done. Doing these things for your daughter has honor behind it. I just don’t know if you are still fighting for that.
JackHammer: What do you think I am fighting for then?
Saber rubs his chin and smiles.
Saber: That is something that you will have to figure out on your own. I can not tell you that. Now it is time for you to run. You need to get that gut off your midsection so you will be able to compete in longer matches. Then maybe you won’t have to rely on your powerhouse style of fighting. Plus we need bottled water for the gym grab four cases while you are out and carry them back here.
JackHammer: Sometimes I think I am here just to be your errand boy.
Saber: Everything has a point to it. Just watch Karate Kid. Now get out of here and don’t try going to the store around the corner. Put some effort into your exercise and maybe what you want to learn will come to you.
JackHammer laughs at what Saber says.
JackHammer: God you sound like a fuc*ing retard.
JackHammer stands up and starts walking out of the gym.
Saber: I said for you to run. Walking won’t make for anything other than taking up time.
JackHammer snaps an evil look at Saber and then starts running slowly out the door. Saber watches JackHammer leave the gym and then turns around and looks at the ring.
Saber: I don’t know how Issac deals with these people. When I look at what it takes to be a trainer it makes me wonder how anyone gets trained.
Saber looks back again towards the door.
Saber: And whoever had to train that one originally had to have been a saint among men. If it wasn’t for the fact that I can see a small amount of promise in him and Issac asking me to take him under my wing after Ms. Vanessa made a nice donation to get him in here, I would have left him to be the drunk bastard he came in here as. I can remember the day he came in here.
Saber starts to think of the first day he met JackHammer. Saber himself had just gotten back to America and was just starting in IWA when a man came into the gym trying to get some training, but not really knowing how to ask. This pathetic excuse for a wannabe athlete appeared on the door of what Saber perceived his sacred home. It was a temple not just a gym for people to train. This fat lazy person didn’t appear to know what the meaning of wrestling was much less conditioning and training. He seemed like the other dreamers all talk no action. Loud mouth disrespectful with no concern for his environment much less himself. How could this man know anything about wrestling? How could this man come here in a quest for guidance with a quick temper and a seemingly short fuse. This person smelled of alchol and looked as unclean as the stains on his T-shirt. At first he could have easily been mistaken for a homeless fool that lost his way. But when he spoke, well that didn’t change the opinion that he seemed like a homeless bum it only gave that notion more credibility. This person couldn’t be part of Saber’s life at first glance. Saber was about respect honor discipline and fortitude. This man looked like he was about drinking, strip clubs, more drinking and possibly puking after a bender of drinking. There is no way this man could ever bring anything beneficial into Saber’s environment or Issac's.
JackHammer: Hey I heard this was a wrestling school. I want to learn to do all the sh*t that I see on television. I want to make some money.
Saber and Issac just look at each other. Saber smiles.
Saber: El quiere hacer dinero. Yo le dije él era su fabricante de dinero. (He wants to make money. I told you he was your money maker.)
Issac: El dinero que él puede hacer, pero él no tiene honor. Permita que nosotros estirarlo. (The money he may make, but he has no honor. Let’s stretch him.)
JackHammer: Do you guys speak English?
Saber: Estirarlo puede sólo lo hace piensa que él puede tomar el dolor. El puede hacer algo estúpido. (Stretching him might only make him think he can take pain. He may do something stupid.)
JackHammer: Guys I am standing here.
Issac: Entonces permíta quenos acabemos de patear la mierda fuera de él. El no parece saber ninguna paciencia cualquiera. (Then let’s just kick the sh*t out of him. He doesn’t seem to know any patience either.)
JackHammer: What kind of place is this? Fu*k this I will go somewhere else.
JackHammer starts to head out the door, but stops when he hears Saber speak again.
Saber: You should go somewhere else. You don’t have the spirit to be here.
JackHammer: I knew you a*sholes spoke English. I should kick both of your as*es.
Saber: Attempting to kick our a*s will only cause you pain. You will lose for you have no honor. Anata wa kao yogoshi.(You are a disgrace.)
JackHammer: What did you just say about me?
Issac: He said you are a disgrace.
JackHammer: You son of a...
Saber spits out a blue mist into the face of the guy then slides under the ropes and drops the guy down with an arm bar.
Saber: Are you going to leave now?
JackHammer: Fu*k you.
Saber: Baka iunayo (Don’t say stupid things.)
JackHammer: Fu*k you, you stupid foreign fu*k.
Saber: Omae o korosu. (Now you die.)
Saber wraps the guy up in a double chicken wing and then flips over onto his feet. The guy screams in pain.
JackHammer: God da*n it. Let go. I will leave.
Saber lets go of the move and the guy quickly gets up and runs out of the door. Saber and Issac laugh at the guy as he runs then Saber gets back into the ring.
When Saber comes out of his thoughts he is in the wrestling ring. He leans on the ropes and continues back with thinking out loud.
Saber: A couple of months later he came back into the gym. I really didn’t know what to think when I saw him the second time. I knew there was something about him that had changed, but when I looked at him I could still see the anger that lived inside him and made him into the drunk that I remembered. I was fully prepared to take on the task of trying to train him. Little did I know he already had some training and even less did I know that Issac was the man that had trained him in the first place. The man who has taught me everything I had known, had also taught this beast how to cause the path of destruction he had rained down upon all those in front of him. From the knowledge of who trained him I could see that little part of him that wanted to wrestle just for the glory of the sport. I knew that it was small and all the anger was killing the joy, but I still remembered how he was the last time and I turned my back.
Saber starts rubbing his neck.
Saber: When Razor injured me and I found out that the risk might have been to much for a return I started to think about what I wanted to do with my life. That’s when Roman advised me to become a trainer in his gym and help others fight for the dream I loved to have. I went through student after student, but I couldn’t find the right person. My mind was only on helping JackHammer get his career together. Issac told me it would take some effort, but if I could get him working out again I might be able to make the fire reappear in both of us. I think the fire has been extinguished in JackHammer, but every once in awhile I see a few sparks that might make the fire explode again. I hope that day comes soon. I hope the fire burns NCW alive.
JackHammer comes back into the gym with the four cases of water he flings them off his shoulders onto the ground and laughs as a few of the bottle bust open as the cases hit the ground.
Saber: Was there any reason for that?
JackHammer: No, was there any reason for you talking to yourself.
Saber: I was thinking. You should try it some time. Now get your ass into the ring. We have a lot of work to do.
JackHammer: First things first. I am going to do a promo since I am here and maybe that worthless bastard Chris Phere will hear it.
Saber: You need to stay calm. If you get angry in the match he will use it against you. I know Chris Phere knows your well.
JackHammer: He knows sh*t. Set the camera up and lets get this **** going.
JackHammer rolls into the ring while Saber reluctantly walks over and cuts the camera on. Saber knows that training should be a lot higher on the priority list than promos, but thinks that maybe is JackHammer gets this out of his system he will train. Saber knows he honestly is wrong, but he hopes for the best anyway.
JackHammer: Phere, Phere, Phere, the day has finally come for you and me to settle this little disagreement we have had going on for a lot longer than the NCW public knows about. They know a lot about the past few weeks how I have come after you with all kinds of weapons and you and Zane double teamed me. They can tell that there is some kind of turmoil between us, but they don’t know the whole truth. They don’t know about the betrayal to keep me down. They don’t know about how you used to berate me behind the curtain. They don’t know how you used to make people think I wasn’t smart enough to lace my boots without you helping me. Well I got news for you.
JackHammer smiles.
JackHammer: I outsmarted a legend. I know you won’t want to believe it, but I did outsmart a legend. Jimmy Zane wanted to have a match with me at the last Collision. He wanted something to continue and more than likely finish this little fued we have had, but I didn’t really see a point in it. You can’t face a guy so many times and still have the full love for competition. It just doesn’t feel right. So as soon as the bell rang I went for a weapon. I had to intention of using it I just knew the referee would try to stop me and Zane wanting to fight would come running into the ambush. He predictably knocked the referee out and then the fun began with me beating him with weapons. Now these kind of things can back fire, and to be honest they almost did. Zane was such a b*tch that started to go down and I knew he would try anything to get another match if I won by cheating so what did I do. I started to let him have the advantage and of course he decided to use weapons which in turn got his ass disqualified. One loaded punch later from me and that’s all she wrote. He loses by disqualification, I get to call an end to the bull sh*t and Jimmy Zane learned a valuable lesson. I am not as dumb as you think I am.
He rubs his hands together as he prepares for his next statement.
JackHammer: Now I know that you are going to say you aren’t Jimmy Zane. I think it’s pretty obvious that you aren’t. I mean look at the two of you. We have a legend in so many companies it would take to long to name them all, and we have a man who manipulates his way to the top and continues the manipulation to keep himself there. Chris Phere I can’t let you treat me like your lap dog anymore. This dog is a pitbull and the pitbull is looking to lock his jaws on your destruction. I just hope you can deal with it b*tch.
JackHammer rolls out of the ring and walks over the cases of water that he dropped. He grabs a couple bottles of water and starts to head to the locker room.
Saber: Where in the hell are you going?
JackHammer: It’s break time. That was a long hot walk.
JackHammer disappears behind the locker room doors as Saber shuts off the camera and stares at him with a pissed off look on his face. The scene fades out as Saber heads to the locker room.
On the other side of the page, if we are raised in what society says is the perfect home, then our home should be perfect for our children when they are born. They should have the perfect white house with the picket fence and the do that runs around and plays all day long. They deserve this life, but something happens. Whether it be the fact that that parent that was raised in the perfect house decides to change things around and becomes an alcoholic who can’t control themselves, or whether the parent starts to realize that maybe they didn’t have the perfect life. So they try to make things as perfect as they can for their child.
The question that comes to mind for me is which parent is the worse of the two? Most people are probably looking at this and thinking to themselves what kind of fu*king idiot are you? Of course the parent who beats their child’s a*s is the worse of the two. That’s what society says is wrong and that makes that parent horrible, but I see it in another way. The child of that parent is ready for whatever life gives them. No I am not saying you should beat your child’s a*s, but I am also saying that a few spankings here and there never hurt anyone.
I think that the parents are equals. While the one parent may go to far. The other one just doesn’t go far enough. They treat their child like they are the price or princess of the world and soon enough they start to believe that. Then when our royal child gets out into the real world they aren’t ready for life to kick them in the nuts and say guess what you don’t get everything you want. Sometimes you are going to be disappointed. When things go wrong for these people, they crash. Something as small as the toilet backing up makes them question if there is a god.
I guess the moral of the story is we are all ****ty parents. No matter what we try to do we will fu*k our kids up and then we wonder why we end up in nursing homes.
JackHammer saves the file and closes his lap top and looks around the gym he in. JackHammer is sitting on the edge of a bench. A man walks up to JackHammer and grabs the lap top. He throws the lap top down towards the ground and it lands on a gym bag full of clothes. JackHammer looks up the man who did it seeing Saber staring eye to eye with him.
JackHammer: What the hell did you do that for?
Saber continues to stare at JackHammer with a fury in his eyes.
Saber: If you want to write go to a library or something. I did not help bring you out of the depths of your own drunken stupor just so you could become a poet. I did it so you could possibly have some honor back into your life.
JackHammer laughs.
JackHammer: Honor has never really been something I have strived to much to achieve. I have only ever wanted to make enough money so that my daughter can have a life without hardships. If I have to embarrass myself week after week to get it done then so be it.
Saber: There is a big difference between embarrassing yourself and having no honor. Even if you look foolish week after week if you do it with some conviction and respect behind it then you won’t be embarrassed when you are done. Doing these things for your daughter has honor behind it. I just don’t know if you are still fighting for that.
JackHammer: What do you think I am fighting for then?
Saber rubs his chin and smiles.
Saber: That is something that you will have to figure out on your own. I can not tell you that. Now it is time for you to run. You need to get that gut off your midsection so you will be able to compete in longer matches. Then maybe you won’t have to rely on your powerhouse style of fighting. Plus we need bottled water for the gym grab four cases while you are out and carry them back here.
JackHammer: Sometimes I think I am here just to be your errand boy.
Saber: Everything has a point to it. Just watch Karate Kid. Now get out of here and don’t try going to the store around the corner. Put some effort into your exercise and maybe what you want to learn will come to you.
JackHammer laughs at what Saber says.
JackHammer: God you sound like a fuc*ing retard.
JackHammer stands up and starts walking out of the gym.
Saber: I said for you to run. Walking won’t make for anything other than taking up time.
JackHammer snaps an evil look at Saber and then starts running slowly out the door. Saber watches JackHammer leave the gym and then turns around and looks at the ring.
Saber: I don’t know how Issac deals with these people. When I look at what it takes to be a trainer it makes me wonder how anyone gets trained.
Saber looks back again towards the door.
Saber: And whoever had to train that one originally had to have been a saint among men. If it wasn’t for the fact that I can see a small amount of promise in him and Issac asking me to take him under my wing after Ms. Vanessa made a nice donation to get him in here, I would have left him to be the drunk bastard he came in here as. I can remember the day he came in here.
Saber starts to think of the first day he met JackHammer. Saber himself had just gotten back to America and was just starting in IWA when a man came into the gym trying to get some training, but not really knowing how to ask. This pathetic excuse for a wannabe athlete appeared on the door of what Saber perceived his sacred home. It was a temple not just a gym for people to train. This fat lazy person didn’t appear to know what the meaning of wrestling was much less conditioning and training. He seemed like the other dreamers all talk no action. Loud mouth disrespectful with no concern for his environment much less himself. How could this man know anything about wrestling? How could this man come here in a quest for guidance with a quick temper and a seemingly short fuse. This person smelled of alchol and looked as unclean as the stains on his T-shirt. At first he could have easily been mistaken for a homeless fool that lost his way. But when he spoke, well that didn’t change the opinion that he seemed like a homeless bum it only gave that notion more credibility. This person couldn’t be part of Saber’s life at first glance. Saber was about respect honor discipline and fortitude. This man looked like he was about drinking, strip clubs, more drinking and possibly puking after a bender of drinking. There is no way this man could ever bring anything beneficial into Saber’s environment or Issac's.
JackHammer: Hey I heard this was a wrestling school. I want to learn to do all the sh*t that I see on television. I want to make some money.
Saber and Issac just look at each other. Saber smiles.
Saber: El quiere hacer dinero. Yo le dije él era su fabricante de dinero. (He wants to make money. I told you he was your money maker.)
Issac: El dinero que él puede hacer, pero él no tiene honor. Permita que nosotros estirarlo. (The money he may make, but he has no honor. Let’s stretch him.)
JackHammer: Do you guys speak English?
Saber: Estirarlo puede sólo lo hace piensa que él puede tomar el dolor. El puede hacer algo estúpido. (Stretching him might only make him think he can take pain. He may do something stupid.)
JackHammer: Guys I am standing here.
Issac: Entonces permíta quenos acabemos de patear la mierda fuera de él. El no parece saber ninguna paciencia cualquiera. (Then let’s just kick the sh*t out of him. He doesn’t seem to know any patience either.)
JackHammer: What kind of place is this? Fu*k this I will go somewhere else.
JackHammer starts to head out the door, but stops when he hears Saber speak again.
Saber: You should go somewhere else. You don’t have the spirit to be here.
JackHammer: I knew you a*sholes spoke English. I should kick both of your as*es.
Saber: Attempting to kick our a*s will only cause you pain. You will lose for you have no honor. Anata wa kao yogoshi.(You are a disgrace.)
JackHammer: What did you just say about me?
Issac: He said you are a disgrace.
JackHammer: You son of a...
Saber spits out a blue mist into the face of the guy then slides under the ropes and drops the guy down with an arm bar.
Saber: Are you going to leave now?
JackHammer: Fu*k you.
Saber: Baka iunayo (Don’t say stupid things.)
JackHammer: Fu*k you, you stupid foreign fu*k.
Saber: Omae o korosu. (Now you die.)
Saber wraps the guy up in a double chicken wing and then flips over onto his feet. The guy screams in pain.
JackHammer: God da*n it. Let go. I will leave.
Saber lets go of the move and the guy quickly gets up and runs out of the door. Saber and Issac laugh at the guy as he runs then Saber gets back into the ring.
When Saber comes out of his thoughts he is in the wrestling ring. He leans on the ropes and continues back with thinking out loud.
Saber: A couple of months later he came back into the gym. I really didn’t know what to think when I saw him the second time. I knew there was something about him that had changed, but when I looked at him I could still see the anger that lived inside him and made him into the drunk that I remembered. I was fully prepared to take on the task of trying to train him. Little did I know he already had some training and even less did I know that Issac was the man that had trained him in the first place. The man who has taught me everything I had known, had also taught this beast how to cause the path of destruction he had rained down upon all those in front of him. From the knowledge of who trained him I could see that little part of him that wanted to wrestle just for the glory of the sport. I knew that it was small and all the anger was killing the joy, but I still remembered how he was the last time and I turned my back.
Saber starts rubbing his neck.
Saber: When Razor injured me and I found out that the risk might have been to much for a return I started to think about what I wanted to do with my life. That’s when Roman advised me to become a trainer in his gym and help others fight for the dream I loved to have. I went through student after student, but I couldn’t find the right person. My mind was only on helping JackHammer get his career together. Issac told me it would take some effort, but if I could get him working out again I might be able to make the fire reappear in both of us. I think the fire has been extinguished in JackHammer, but every once in awhile I see a few sparks that might make the fire explode again. I hope that day comes soon. I hope the fire burns NCW alive.
JackHammer comes back into the gym with the four cases of water he flings them off his shoulders onto the ground and laughs as a few of the bottle bust open as the cases hit the ground.
Saber: Was there any reason for that?
JackHammer: No, was there any reason for you talking to yourself.
Saber: I was thinking. You should try it some time. Now get your ass into the ring. We have a lot of work to do.
JackHammer: First things first. I am going to do a promo since I am here and maybe that worthless bastard Chris Phere will hear it.
Saber: You need to stay calm. If you get angry in the match he will use it against you. I know Chris Phere knows your well.
JackHammer: He knows sh*t. Set the camera up and lets get this **** going.
JackHammer rolls into the ring while Saber reluctantly walks over and cuts the camera on. Saber knows that training should be a lot higher on the priority list than promos, but thinks that maybe is JackHammer gets this out of his system he will train. Saber knows he honestly is wrong, but he hopes for the best anyway.
JackHammer: Phere, Phere, Phere, the day has finally come for you and me to settle this little disagreement we have had going on for a lot longer than the NCW public knows about. They know a lot about the past few weeks how I have come after you with all kinds of weapons and you and Zane double teamed me. They can tell that there is some kind of turmoil between us, but they don’t know the whole truth. They don’t know about the betrayal to keep me down. They don’t know about how you used to berate me behind the curtain. They don’t know how you used to make people think I wasn’t smart enough to lace my boots without you helping me. Well I got news for you.
JackHammer smiles.
JackHammer: I outsmarted a legend. I know you won’t want to believe it, but I did outsmart a legend. Jimmy Zane wanted to have a match with me at the last Collision. He wanted something to continue and more than likely finish this little fued we have had, but I didn’t really see a point in it. You can’t face a guy so many times and still have the full love for competition. It just doesn’t feel right. So as soon as the bell rang I went for a weapon. I had to intention of using it I just knew the referee would try to stop me and Zane wanting to fight would come running into the ambush. He predictably knocked the referee out and then the fun began with me beating him with weapons. Now these kind of things can back fire, and to be honest they almost did. Zane was such a b*tch that started to go down and I knew he would try anything to get another match if I won by cheating so what did I do. I started to let him have the advantage and of course he decided to use weapons which in turn got his ass disqualified. One loaded punch later from me and that’s all she wrote. He loses by disqualification, I get to call an end to the bull sh*t and Jimmy Zane learned a valuable lesson. I am not as dumb as you think I am.
He rubs his hands together as he prepares for his next statement.
JackHammer: Now I know that you are going to say you aren’t Jimmy Zane. I think it’s pretty obvious that you aren’t. I mean look at the two of you. We have a legend in so many companies it would take to long to name them all, and we have a man who manipulates his way to the top and continues the manipulation to keep himself there. Chris Phere I can’t let you treat me like your lap dog anymore. This dog is a pitbull and the pitbull is looking to lock his jaws on your destruction. I just hope you can deal with it b*tch.
JackHammer rolls out of the ring and walks over the cases of water that he dropped. He grabs a couple bottles of water and starts to head to the locker room.
Saber: Where in the hell are you going?
JackHammer: It’s break time. That was a long hot walk.
JackHammer disappears behind the locker room doors as Saber shuts off the camera and stares at him with a pissed off look on his face. The scene fades out as Saber heads to the locker room.