Post by defunctlies on Feb 13, 2009 13:19:13 GMT -6
The scene opens on Jack Hammond, still looking slightly bruised and battered from the brutal attack perpetrated on him last Sunday, sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, driving along through what appears to be the Canadian highlands with snowy countryside flashing past the side window. He appears however, to have a smile on his face as he begins to talk.
“So as you can tell by the fact I didn’t post a promo earlier this week and the rather large bruise that has covered my face and frightened my kids when they came to see me, I’ve been a little incapable of making one, in the care of very friendly doctors. However, all credit where it’s due, I do have to credit the people who helped me get to spend a bit of time in bed, those lovely people in the Age of the Revolution; Nobody has managed to get me to spend a couple of nights in hospital after a match.”
He smirks.
“And while I appreciate a bit of rest and as much Shepherd's Pie as I can get, I only really want those where I’m feeling a bit poorly and I’m being waited on hand and foot by my wife at home, so it may be understandable that I’m not as appreciative as I could be.”
Jack pauses, his expression switching to neutral.
“Falcon coming to visit was a little unexpected. I wasn’t actually conscious, but I heard about it and was, for the most part, dumbfounded. I was expecting maybe someone coming in to try to finish off the job, not flowers...although I am a little allergic to pollen.”
He sniffs a little loudly before shaking his head.
“But the fact he came to see me...I got a phone call a few weeks back when it was Angel’s birthday, Falcon on the other end. My initial reaction was to slam the phone back down, seeing what he and his buddies have been putting me through this past month.”
He sighs.
“It has, for the most part, been a little more than annoying what with the unwanted assistance back at Meta, the mindgames and now the flowers...I mean, attack. Who knows what they’re planning for Crossroads? I just know that each of us going into this are going to have one eye on each other, and another watching our backs incase ‘the cavalry’ comes to make a ‘statement’.”
Jack scratches the top of his head.
“But they could race down that ramp and perform a scene from ‘The Full Monty’ in the middle of the ring and I wouldn’t care.”
He pauses.
“Actually, I’ve seen Angel’s naked arse before and it nearly blinded me before, Lord knows what would happen if he showed it off in public. I’m suddenly imagining a riot as the crowd flees to get away from the horrific sight. Then again there was the report that many people watched Collision last week with the sound turned off; said there was this annoying, high-pitched noise that seemed to constantly giving them crippling headaches during the matches."
He grins cheekily, settling in his seat.
“Now while that may mean I’m going to find a few more chair shots coming at my head, I’m going to say it was worth it.”
He coughs.
“So I suppose I should focus a bit more on more pressing matters. In particular, my ‘rematch’ with Xavier Williams at Crossroads for the World Championship. There was a tonne of controversy around the result of that match, and while it is possible that Adam Knite and his merry men will come traipsing down to interfere again, I can try to keep my fingers crossed that nobody interferes and the fans get the show they deserve, with the better man finally getting their hand raised.”
He pauses, holding up a finger.
“That said, there was this stipulation that I heard about...kinda forgot what it was...”
He taps his temple before it seems that realisation dawns upon him.
“Ah yes, the third competitor in this match, The Ace. The enigmatic, the Road To The Gold 2008 winner, the man who says it’s his time and that finally...finally...he will fulfill his destiny and that his inevitable victory will herald a new age of prosperity in nCw, the heavens will part, angels will sing and rain down wondrous gifts and happiness and whatnot. I don’t know, I was distracted by a squirrel outside my window before he reached the end of that speech, but I’m sure it was just great.”
Jack smiles a little smarmily, before waving a hand.
“But respect where it’s due, he’s worked hard to get where he is. Not the rather precocious, yammering berk, an act that he’s well known for as that took a lifetime of tireless arsehattery, but getting to this match. He and I haven’t always seen eye-to-eye, what with my own tireless work to annoy the crap out of anyone who has a Swiss bank account for their ego and him being a rather easy target simply by associating himself with the ex-Empire, but then he beat the ever-loving crap out of Steve Awesome and anyone who does that is in my book a stand-up kinda guy. Admittedly, he’s still a bit of a berk, but then again who isn’t?”
He grins.
“I will admit, whenever we got in a ring in the past, I have come out the loser, which has annoyed me to no end. I’ve no doubt that in all possibility there is a chance that Ace will be the men will be the one with hand raised at the end of Sunday night, which would really annoy me. I don’t know if I could turn it into a threat of some sort, but I will suffer a stroke from pure annoyance if he does.”
He pauses, turning to a person in the passenger seat, frowning.
“I know I’m bad at emotional blackmail, but did that work?”
He smirks as there’s some muffled response from the guy sitting next to him.
“My sound recordist thought it may have been more effective if I was wearing my emo-getup.”
Jack sighs.
“But nevertheless, I suppose it is no laughing matter to simply poke at Ace in the same way I would poke a rather short-tempered bear. A bear with an oiled chest and enough hair product to choke a horse on the smell alone, but I think that I need to be a little more...Champion-like. So here goes”
He clears his throat, and seemingly out of nowhere he pulls the nCw World Title and places it on his shoulder, bringing his car to a halt as he does so, the outside suddenly darkening, bringing focus on Hammond’s face.
“Ace, you’re coming between two men who want nothing more who want to finish something that they started a month ago. We were screwed out of our chance to prove our greatness and our status in this company by a group who are monopolizing the nCw into a neutered bunch of sycophants and power-hungry maniacs who rule from their little balcony over the Gladiator’s pit, choosing who gets to live or die in this business. And you place yourself against these two men who will do all they can to make sure those same people cannot get their hands on the one thing that truly shows what nCw stands for. Xavier may not agree with me, but I trust him enough not to turn on all that he stands for, and if I were to lose to him, I would be proud to have him as our Champ."
He nods to himself.
“Now I don’t trust you, Ace. You’ve got a slightly checkered past and despite your choice to sit on the side of those who want nothing more than to see the Age of the Revolution tossed out on their backsides, and as a wrestler, you have my utmost respect...but I still don’t like you as a person.”
Jack looks at the title on his shoulder, patting it gently.
“Who knows? Maybe if you win, all those lofty promises you made will be fufilled under your reign as champ, but as far I’m concerned I’d rather leave it in my hands. Not capable hands I’ll admit, and I think I may have lost some feeling in my right little finger thanks to the attack last Sunday, but I think that I may need to hold onto this for a little while longer.”
Jack grins, the title slipping off his shoulder as he pulls away again, the sunlight suddenly streaming through the windows.
“However, one man who may have something to say about that; the One Man Crusade, Xavier Williams.”
He sighs and shakes his head.
“I will be the first to say this; Xavier got screwed. I just happened to be the unfortunate b***ard who happened to be in the other corner when it happened. Sure, I now carry around the most coveted gold in the nCw, but like I’ve said in this past month, I didn’t earn it. I was not satisfied by the result, and I have not celebrated once. We’ve both suffered humiliation and ridicule at the hands of these men and this Sunday we’ve got a chance to set the record straight once and for all.”
He nods to himself.
“We’ve had plenty of laughs together, plenty of times where we can look at each other suspiciously...a couple of times where he’s held my head over a toilet, but that’s another story, and this Sunday we’ve got a chance to finally make things right. But I’m not going to roll over to satisfy you, X. I’m going to fight my corner for every ounce of strength and pride that I have.”
Jack smiles.
“As much as I hate to admit it, I like having this title. Gives me a warm, tingly sensation to hold it above my head in the ring and be the figurehead of nCw. And this Sunday, I will do everything in my power to come away as the winner.”
Jack’s smile grows into his confident grin.
“So, at Crossroads, it’s the Hamster against Savior X against the Ace. Three men who want nothing more than to come away as the World Champion and lead those who have a shred of self-respect to spit in the eye of those who choose to spoil the fun, the excitement and the spectacle that is nCw. It’s just a question of who it’s going to be.”
The scene fades to black.
“So as you can tell by the fact I didn’t post a promo earlier this week and the rather large bruise that has covered my face and frightened my kids when they came to see me, I’ve been a little incapable of making one, in the care of very friendly doctors. However, all credit where it’s due, I do have to credit the people who helped me get to spend a bit of time in bed, those lovely people in the Age of the Revolution; Nobody has managed to get me to spend a couple of nights in hospital after a match.”
He smirks.
“And while I appreciate a bit of rest and as much Shepherd's Pie as I can get, I only really want those where I’m feeling a bit poorly and I’m being waited on hand and foot by my wife at home, so it may be understandable that I’m not as appreciative as I could be.”
Jack pauses, his expression switching to neutral.
“Falcon coming to visit was a little unexpected. I wasn’t actually conscious, but I heard about it and was, for the most part, dumbfounded. I was expecting maybe someone coming in to try to finish off the job, not flowers...although I am a little allergic to pollen.”
He sniffs a little loudly before shaking his head.
“But the fact he came to see me...I got a phone call a few weeks back when it was Angel’s birthday, Falcon on the other end. My initial reaction was to slam the phone back down, seeing what he and his buddies have been putting me through this past month.”
He sighs.
“It has, for the most part, been a little more than annoying what with the unwanted assistance back at Meta, the mindgames and now the flowers...I mean, attack. Who knows what they’re planning for Crossroads? I just know that each of us going into this are going to have one eye on each other, and another watching our backs incase ‘the cavalry’ comes to make a ‘statement’.”
Jack scratches the top of his head.
“But they could race down that ramp and perform a scene from ‘The Full Monty’ in the middle of the ring and I wouldn’t care.”
He pauses.
“Actually, I’ve seen Angel’s naked arse before and it nearly blinded me before, Lord knows what would happen if he showed it off in public. I’m suddenly imagining a riot as the crowd flees to get away from the horrific sight. Then again there was the report that many people watched Collision last week with the sound turned off; said there was this annoying, high-pitched noise that seemed to constantly giving them crippling headaches during the matches."
He grins cheekily, settling in his seat.
“Now while that may mean I’m going to find a few more chair shots coming at my head, I’m going to say it was worth it.”
He coughs.
“So I suppose I should focus a bit more on more pressing matters. In particular, my ‘rematch’ with Xavier Williams at Crossroads for the World Championship. There was a tonne of controversy around the result of that match, and while it is possible that Adam Knite and his merry men will come traipsing down to interfere again, I can try to keep my fingers crossed that nobody interferes and the fans get the show they deserve, with the better man finally getting their hand raised.”
He pauses, holding up a finger.
“That said, there was this stipulation that I heard about...kinda forgot what it was...”
He taps his temple before it seems that realisation dawns upon him.
“Ah yes, the third competitor in this match, The Ace. The enigmatic, the Road To The Gold 2008 winner, the man who says it’s his time and that finally...finally...he will fulfill his destiny and that his inevitable victory will herald a new age of prosperity in nCw, the heavens will part, angels will sing and rain down wondrous gifts and happiness and whatnot. I don’t know, I was distracted by a squirrel outside my window before he reached the end of that speech, but I’m sure it was just great.”
Jack smiles a little smarmily, before waving a hand.
“But respect where it’s due, he’s worked hard to get where he is. Not the rather precocious, yammering berk, an act that he’s well known for as that took a lifetime of tireless arsehattery, but getting to this match. He and I haven’t always seen eye-to-eye, what with my own tireless work to annoy the crap out of anyone who has a Swiss bank account for their ego and him being a rather easy target simply by associating himself with the ex-Empire, but then he beat the ever-loving crap out of Steve Awesome and anyone who does that is in my book a stand-up kinda guy. Admittedly, he’s still a bit of a berk, but then again who isn’t?”
He grins.
“I will admit, whenever we got in a ring in the past, I have come out the loser, which has annoyed me to no end. I’ve no doubt that in all possibility there is a chance that Ace will be the men will be the one with hand raised at the end of Sunday night, which would really annoy me. I don’t know if I could turn it into a threat of some sort, but I will suffer a stroke from pure annoyance if he does.”
He pauses, turning to a person in the passenger seat, frowning.
“I know I’m bad at emotional blackmail, but did that work?”
He smirks as there’s some muffled response from the guy sitting next to him.
“My sound recordist thought it may have been more effective if I was wearing my emo-getup.”
Jack sighs.
“But nevertheless, I suppose it is no laughing matter to simply poke at Ace in the same way I would poke a rather short-tempered bear. A bear with an oiled chest and enough hair product to choke a horse on the smell alone, but I think that I need to be a little more...Champion-like. So here goes”
He clears his throat, and seemingly out of nowhere he pulls the nCw World Title and places it on his shoulder, bringing his car to a halt as he does so, the outside suddenly darkening, bringing focus on Hammond’s face.
“Ace, you’re coming between two men who want nothing more who want to finish something that they started a month ago. We were screwed out of our chance to prove our greatness and our status in this company by a group who are monopolizing the nCw into a neutered bunch of sycophants and power-hungry maniacs who rule from their little balcony over the Gladiator’s pit, choosing who gets to live or die in this business. And you place yourself against these two men who will do all they can to make sure those same people cannot get their hands on the one thing that truly shows what nCw stands for. Xavier may not agree with me, but I trust him enough not to turn on all that he stands for, and if I were to lose to him, I would be proud to have him as our Champ."
He nods to himself.
“Now I don’t trust you, Ace. You’ve got a slightly checkered past and despite your choice to sit on the side of those who want nothing more than to see the Age of the Revolution tossed out on their backsides, and as a wrestler, you have my utmost respect...but I still don’t like you as a person.”
Jack looks at the title on his shoulder, patting it gently.
“Who knows? Maybe if you win, all those lofty promises you made will be fufilled under your reign as champ, but as far I’m concerned I’d rather leave it in my hands. Not capable hands I’ll admit, and I think I may have lost some feeling in my right little finger thanks to the attack last Sunday, but I think that I may need to hold onto this for a little while longer.”
Jack grins, the title slipping off his shoulder as he pulls away again, the sunlight suddenly streaming through the windows.
“However, one man who may have something to say about that; the One Man Crusade, Xavier Williams.”
He sighs and shakes his head.
“I will be the first to say this; Xavier got screwed. I just happened to be the unfortunate b***ard who happened to be in the other corner when it happened. Sure, I now carry around the most coveted gold in the nCw, but like I’ve said in this past month, I didn’t earn it. I was not satisfied by the result, and I have not celebrated once. We’ve both suffered humiliation and ridicule at the hands of these men and this Sunday we’ve got a chance to set the record straight once and for all.”
He nods to himself.
“We’ve had plenty of laughs together, plenty of times where we can look at each other suspiciously...a couple of times where he’s held my head over a toilet, but that’s another story, and this Sunday we’ve got a chance to finally make things right. But I’m not going to roll over to satisfy you, X. I’m going to fight my corner for every ounce of strength and pride that I have.”
Jack smiles.
“As much as I hate to admit it, I like having this title. Gives me a warm, tingly sensation to hold it above my head in the ring and be the figurehead of nCw. And this Sunday, I will do everything in my power to come away as the winner.”
Jack’s smile grows into his confident grin.
“So, at Crossroads, it’s the Hamster against Savior X against the Ace. Three men who want nothing more than to come away as the World Champion and lead those who have a shred of self-respect to spit in the eye of those who choose to spoil the fun, the excitement and the spectacle that is nCw. It’s just a question of who it’s going to be.”
The scene fades to black.