Post by JackHammer on Jul 3, 2009 1:54:22 GMT -6
His long black leather jacket waves around behind him much like his hair as he looks straight down a stone path in front of him, in his left hand he clutches a white rose tightly so that the thorns are piercing his skin. Blood trickles from his hand staining the concrete floor, his mind isn’t on Picture Perfect or his opponents but on paying his respects to his late wife Angie Lockhart!
He remembers the day she died as if it were yesterday the smell of death in the air and the looming presence of the grim reaper coming to take her away and her will to survive. But then no matter who you are you can’t argue with cancer, it isn’t that straightforward or forgiving, he remembers laying beside her on that stormy night of July 3rd 2000, two months after his retirement from wrestling, running his hand over her cheek as she slept. JackHammer watched her pale face, the Doctors were shocked as to how long she lived as she hadn’t been given that long, at the time she should have died months ago but she was strong like that, the woman he met as Angie Roberts in his teens was now dying by his side, but JackHammer knew it was too late and he just stayed at her side holding her hand as she slipped away taking her dying breath, he remembers the drop in her temperature it was almost instant and that the last thing she done before she drifted off was open her eyes and tell him that she loved him.
JackHammer: I miss you!
He looks down at his bleeding hand watching as the blood seeping through the gaps in between his fingers, his hands were bloody that night too as the wounds from the now infamous crucifixion were still raw, there’s something about watching someone you love die in front of your very eyes that is quite awakening, as her eyes started to sink, JackHammer wanted her last moment alive to be a content one, her grip on his hand was fading as he leant in and kissed her cold lips, a taste he will never forget, and then she smiled…
JackHammer: Angie.
From his bleeding hand he looks to his right hand that tightly holds a photograph, he lifts it up looking into the eyes of his sweet Angie, her red lips and pale white skin framed in her long black curly locks, her smile even now warms his cold heart, but the realisation that this is nothing more than a photograph is almost too painful to bear, the taste from her lips that night returns as he looks away, remembrance can be the hardest thing to live with after death. JackHammer is gifted with his memory but today his gift, his talent and attention to detail is his worst enemy, he should be used to it by now as this is the same path he walks every year on the third of July the same memory that he relives each year combined with the return of the taste of her dying lips.
He walks forward noticing the wind and the sound the trees make they are the same as that night in every way, the dark red and golden leaves that scatter the path waft around in the howling wind, bringing back memories deeper from his past memories of the night he met Angie, the irony is he met her on July 3rd at a midnight showing of the 1922 German silent movie classic Nosferatu eine Symphonie des Grauens. He closes his eyes as he continues to walk along the wide path remembering sitting next to a beautiful young woman who asked him if he had seen this film before? Her hair was shorter back then and not quite so curly but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, maybe not to others but to JackHammer there was no other who could better or equal her splendour. He knew at this first glance that he would spend the rest of his life with her…so he thought.
He reached the end of the path where it splits into two directions left and right, he opens his eyes and before him was a clearance from the trees containing a grave yard that is almost hidden from the world because of the surrounding trees, her grave wasn’t too far from where the path splits in two as she was the last person to be buried here as all graveyards have there limitations as far as capacity is involved, he turns to the right and after walking about fifteen foot he stops looking to is right where a lonesome grave is placed, the tombstone is made of black onyx stone and has been well looked after as JackHammer pays a private company to tend to the grave, he reads the quote on the tombstone her favourite quote from her favourite film…Nosferatu “Death is not everything. It is more cruel not to be able to die.”
He looks at the photograph once again and a chill is sent down his spine as he can hear her voice in his mind her final words “I love you Jack” he cant take his eyes from hers as he remembers the night this photograph was taken, they were in Paris a holiday of sorts that would only last a few days, this evening they sat by the Arc de Triomphe watching the stars wrapped in a blanket, a bottle of red wine, French bread and cheese were all they had with them it was one of those clear nights not a cloud in the sky the moon was full and they stayed here in each others arms until the sun began to rise and that is when he took the photograph, you can see the Arc just behind her.
JackHammer tucks the picture inside his pocket and then takes the rose from his left hand letting the blood drip down onto the grave, he takes the rose and then raises his bleeding hand over it so that his viscous blood drips in between the petals dying them crimson, he then bends down onto one knee placing the rose down on the grave, much like he does every year since she passed, he closes his eyes and bows his head causing his hair to fall forward. He thinks of the last time he saw her, the day of her funeral when he laid a blood stained rose into her coffin and said goodbye, but accepting her death is still the hardest thing he has ever done and he doubts anything whether it be in the wrestling ring or not, will hurt him like her death did, there is no pain on earth that can compare to the loss of one’s wife or girlfriend but she was more than that she was JackHammer’s soul mate his best friend and confidant, he gave up everything to look after her but no matter what he did her death was inevitable.
Voice: Long time no see JackHammer!
JackHammer’s ears heighten as he hears a deep voice he last heard at Angie’s funeral, he opens his eyes looking around and in the shadows of the trees lurks a tall figure, JackHammer stands looking straight ahead at the figure.
JackHammer: Saber?
The man steps out of the shadows and onto the path, JackHammer studies Saber’s black leather jacket, dark olive green shirt and black jeans noting that his dress sense hasn’t changed in the five years they haven’t seen each other.
Saber walks toward JackHammer adjusting his shades and then stops, JackHammer looks at Saber’s towering large frame and then looks back at the gravestone.
Saber: I come here every year too JackHammer I often see your rose but I feel we just miss each other.
JackHammer: Perhaps it was on purpose Saber?
Saber: Perhaps?But I miss her too!
JackHammer: She was your only sister.
Saber kneels down next to the grave taking a letter out of his pocket, he then takes a silver lighter and ignites the envelope setting it ablaze and dropping it down next to the blood soaked rose.
JackHammer watches the flames engulf the paper and turns it to ash in no time at all, Saber turns his head and looks up at the standing JackHammer.
Saber: She… JackHammer it’s been good bumping into you after all this time! Brings back a lot of memories from our days together!
JackHammer remembers meeting Saber Roberts for the first time he was the sporty type quite impressed with JackHammer’s physique and a lover of professional wrestling, they hit it off immediately Angie was jealous at that young age of the bond between her brother and boyfriend as they would often spend hours training and learning to wrestle.
JackHammer: Things have changed Saber the past five years have…
JackHammer looks away without finishing his sentence noting that his old friend is still in good shape.
Saber: Jack I know!
Saber reaches forward grasping JackHammer’s shoulder.
Saber: I came here this morning as soon as dawn but I waited, I wanted to see you, my friend I hear you have returned to the ring?
JackHammer: That I have, there are some things that are very hard to give up, wrestling is one of them.
Saber: What about Bender's?
JackHammer: It’s in safe hands.
Saber: I would have stopped by.
JackHammer: No need.
Saber: Then I’ll see you then?
JackHammer: Some time perhaps.
He turns leaving Saber alone at the grave side and starts to leave the area as his heels tap on the pathway he then stops as if to say something but doesn’t.
Saber: You don’t have to be alone Jack.
JackHammer: I know, I am now married to Angel Black.
Saber: Ah I see!
JackHammer: She’s dead Saber something I have to live with!
Saber: So do I!
JackHammer: Goodbye my friend, time has been most favourable to you.
Saber: Much as it has you, Jack much as it has you….
Saber stands and turns walking in the opposite direction to JackHammer, JackHammer stands still looking at the sky his heart is pounding as a sickening feeling combined with anger seems to be taking over, he starts his walk down the path away from Saber and away from his first wife’s resting place.
JackHammer: Her death was all I feared and I too have had to confront my fears Ace do not think that you are alone on this matter, I know your fear and it is much like mine. You fear that come Sunday on Wired before Picture your career here in the NCW will come to an end when I win the match and send your sorry a*s packing. My fear no longer exists but it has left a deep scar that can never be forgotten that is the price I pay, the death of my beloved haunts me to this day it changed me in more ways than I would even care to recite, But there are some who reject even the slightest suggestion and you Ace are one of those and I have seen many like you throughout the years, those who judge and criticise my ways, who want to oppress what they don’t understand before it becomes too influential and too powerful. You may not believe in my ways but you can’t deny the results, I produce results, Ace I am the maestro the challenger of dreams, I am the conductor of this musical Ace and you are only playing the flute, I am tugging your strings, manipulating your every movement bending your choices and clouding your judgement, I am guiding you and you don’t even know it or do you? Ignorance is bliss but you are far from ignorant, you know I am controlling you but you don’t want to fight it you are willing to give in to me to succumb to my power. This is a battle my friend a battle where one of us will take that next step.
JackHammer reaches inside his pocket taking out a bandage, wrapping it around his fist as the blood soaks through dying it scarlet.
JackHammer: Only one of us can win this bout, if you don’t destroy me Ace I will destroy you it’s that uncomplicated, I will watch as your sorry a*s looks up at the lights after receving a Earth Shatter and then knowing your career is all but done in the NCW. Some may think that this is nothing more than a gimmick but I assure you this is a lust, it did not merely start with a disagreement over Tea and Coffee you know just as well as I do that it burns deeper than that! You know that this match very well could be your last stand in the NCW, it cuts you up that you no longer were the special one, everybody began talking, but they weren’t talking about you they were talking about me, questioning where I had come from and what I was about they needed to know who JackHammer was because much like you they fear me, they don’t understand! They fear what they don’t understand they fear the unknown an element I alone bring to NCW, I have already stepped forward showcasing my ability and strength while I am also the biggest and strongest member of the roster, I am the smartest, I am not the one who has to run my every motive through an old man like you do, I am not the one in need of the ancient’s guidance for I am a leader I am the one giving guidance! I choose my own destiny I follow the guidance of no man and I walk my own path and this path walks straight through you Ace! I am guiding you like a messiah, you are following me, without me would be a man without reason or cause. And don't worry haven't forgot about you, Chris Brock or Steve Ramone. It's best you two just stay out of my way in this match and I will be the one who sends The Ace packing and ending his career in the NCW.
He turns off of the path and into the trees as the sky beings to darken, the sun is setting and another July 3rd night is about to begin all those fears now come to pass, they overtake your psyche you can't run from your fears the best thing to do is turn and face them, have a head on collision with what terrifies you, consume it before it consumes you!
He remembers the day she died as if it were yesterday the smell of death in the air and the looming presence of the grim reaper coming to take her away and her will to survive. But then no matter who you are you can’t argue with cancer, it isn’t that straightforward or forgiving, he remembers laying beside her on that stormy night of July 3rd 2000, two months after his retirement from wrestling, running his hand over her cheek as she slept. JackHammer watched her pale face, the Doctors were shocked as to how long she lived as she hadn’t been given that long, at the time she should have died months ago but she was strong like that, the woman he met as Angie Roberts in his teens was now dying by his side, but JackHammer knew it was too late and he just stayed at her side holding her hand as she slipped away taking her dying breath, he remembers the drop in her temperature it was almost instant and that the last thing she done before she drifted off was open her eyes and tell him that she loved him.
JackHammer: I miss you!
He looks down at his bleeding hand watching as the blood seeping through the gaps in between his fingers, his hands were bloody that night too as the wounds from the now infamous crucifixion were still raw, there’s something about watching someone you love die in front of your very eyes that is quite awakening, as her eyes started to sink, JackHammer wanted her last moment alive to be a content one, her grip on his hand was fading as he leant in and kissed her cold lips, a taste he will never forget, and then she smiled…
JackHammer: Angie.
From his bleeding hand he looks to his right hand that tightly holds a photograph, he lifts it up looking into the eyes of his sweet Angie, her red lips and pale white skin framed in her long black curly locks, her smile even now warms his cold heart, but the realisation that this is nothing more than a photograph is almost too painful to bear, the taste from her lips that night returns as he looks away, remembrance can be the hardest thing to live with after death. JackHammer is gifted with his memory but today his gift, his talent and attention to detail is his worst enemy, he should be used to it by now as this is the same path he walks every year on the third of July the same memory that he relives each year combined with the return of the taste of her dying lips.
He walks forward noticing the wind and the sound the trees make they are the same as that night in every way, the dark red and golden leaves that scatter the path waft around in the howling wind, bringing back memories deeper from his past memories of the night he met Angie, the irony is he met her on July 3rd at a midnight showing of the 1922 German silent movie classic Nosferatu eine Symphonie des Grauens. He closes his eyes as he continues to walk along the wide path remembering sitting next to a beautiful young woman who asked him if he had seen this film before? Her hair was shorter back then and not quite so curly but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, maybe not to others but to JackHammer there was no other who could better or equal her splendour. He knew at this first glance that he would spend the rest of his life with her…so he thought.
He reached the end of the path where it splits into two directions left and right, he opens his eyes and before him was a clearance from the trees containing a grave yard that is almost hidden from the world because of the surrounding trees, her grave wasn’t too far from where the path splits in two as she was the last person to be buried here as all graveyards have there limitations as far as capacity is involved, he turns to the right and after walking about fifteen foot he stops looking to is right where a lonesome grave is placed, the tombstone is made of black onyx stone and has been well looked after as JackHammer pays a private company to tend to the grave, he reads the quote on the tombstone her favourite quote from her favourite film…Nosferatu “Death is not everything. It is more cruel not to be able to die.”
He looks at the photograph once again and a chill is sent down his spine as he can hear her voice in his mind her final words “I love you Jack” he cant take his eyes from hers as he remembers the night this photograph was taken, they were in Paris a holiday of sorts that would only last a few days, this evening they sat by the Arc de Triomphe watching the stars wrapped in a blanket, a bottle of red wine, French bread and cheese were all they had with them it was one of those clear nights not a cloud in the sky the moon was full and they stayed here in each others arms until the sun began to rise and that is when he took the photograph, you can see the Arc just behind her.
JackHammer tucks the picture inside his pocket and then takes the rose from his left hand letting the blood drip down onto the grave, he takes the rose and then raises his bleeding hand over it so that his viscous blood drips in between the petals dying them crimson, he then bends down onto one knee placing the rose down on the grave, much like he does every year since she passed, he closes his eyes and bows his head causing his hair to fall forward. He thinks of the last time he saw her, the day of her funeral when he laid a blood stained rose into her coffin and said goodbye, but accepting her death is still the hardest thing he has ever done and he doubts anything whether it be in the wrestling ring or not, will hurt him like her death did, there is no pain on earth that can compare to the loss of one’s wife or girlfriend but she was more than that she was JackHammer’s soul mate his best friend and confidant, he gave up everything to look after her but no matter what he did her death was inevitable.
Voice: Long time no see JackHammer!
JackHammer’s ears heighten as he hears a deep voice he last heard at Angie’s funeral, he opens his eyes looking around and in the shadows of the trees lurks a tall figure, JackHammer stands looking straight ahead at the figure.
JackHammer: Saber?
The man steps out of the shadows and onto the path, JackHammer studies Saber’s black leather jacket, dark olive green shirt and black jeans noting that his dress sense hasn’t changed in the five years they haven’t seen each other.
Saber walks toward JackHammer adjusting his shades and then stops, JackHammer looks at Saber’s towering large frame and then looks back at the gravestone.
Saber: I come here every year too JackHammer I often see your rose but I feel we just miss each other.
JackHammer: Perhaps it was on purpose Saber?
Saber: Perhaps?But I miss her too!
JackHammer: She was your only sister.
Saber kneels down next to the grave taking a letter out of his pocket, he then takes a silver lighter and ignites the envelope setting it ablaze and dropping it down next to the blood soaked rose.
JackHammer watches the flames engulf the paper and turns it to ash in no time at all, Saber turns his head and looks up at the standing JackHammer.
Saber: She… JackHammer it’s been good bumping into you after all this time! Brings back a lot of memories from our days together!
JackHammer remembers meeting Saber Roberts for the first time he was the sporty type quite impressed with JackHammer’s physique and a lover of professional wrestling, they hit it off immediately Angie was jealous at that young age of the bond between her brother and boyfriend as they would often spend hours training and learning to wrestle.
JackHammer: Things have changed Saber the past five years have…
JackHammer looks away without finishing his sentence noting that his old friend is still in good shape.
Saber: Jack I know!
Saber reaches forward grasping JackHammer’s shoulder.
Saber: I came here this morning as soon as dawn but I waited, I wanted to see you, my friend I hear you have returned to the ring?
JackHammer: That I have, there are some things that are very hard to give up, wrestling is one of them.
Saber: What about Bender's?
JackHammer: It’s in safe hands.
Saber: I would have stopped by.
JackHammer: No need.
Saber: Then I’ll see you then?
JackHammer: Some time perhaps.
He turns leaving Saber alone at the grave side and starts to leave the area as his heels tap on the pathway he then stops as if to say something but doesn’t.
Saber: You don’t have to be alone Jack.
JackHammer: I know, I am now married to Angel Black.
Saber: Ah I see!
JackHammer: She’s dead Saber something I have to live with!
Saber: So do I!
JackHammer: Goodbye my friend, time has been most favourable to you.
Saber: Much as it has you, Jack much as it has you….
Saber stands and turns walking in the opposite direction to JackHammer, JackHammer stands still looking at the sky his heart is pounding as a sickening feeling combined with anger seems to be taking over, he starts his walk down the path away from Saber and away from his first wife’s resting place.
JackHammer: Her death was all I feared and I too have had to confront my fears Ace do not think that you are alone on this matter, I know your fear and it is much like mine. You fear that come Sunday on Wired before Picture your career here in the NCW will come to an end when I win the match and send your sorry a*s packing. My fear no longer exists but it has left a deep scar that can never be forgotten that is the price I pay, the death of my beloved haunts me to this day it changed me in more ways than I would even care to recite, But there are some who reject even the slightest suggestion and you Ace are one of those and I have seen many like you throughout the years, those who judge and criticise my ways, who want to oppress what they don’t understand before it becomes too influential and too powerful. You may not believe in my ways but you can’t deny the results, I produce results, Ace I am the maestro the challenger of dreams, I am the conductor of this musical Ace and you are only playing the flute, I am tugging your strings, manipulating your every movement bending your choices and clouding your judgement, I am guiding you and you don’t even know it or do you? Ignorance is bliss but you are far from ignorant, you know I am controlling you but you don’t want to fight it you are willing to give in to me to succumb to my power. This is a battle my friend a battle where one of us will take that next step.
JackHammer reaches inside his pocket taking out a bandage, wrapping it around his fist as the blood soaks through dying it scarlet.
JackHammer: Only one of us can win this bout, if you don’t destroy me Ace I will destroy you it’s that uncomplicated, I will watch as your sorry a*s looks up at the lights after receving a Earth Shatter and then knowing your career is all but done in the NCW. Some may think that this is nothing more than a gimmick but I assure you this is a lust, it did not merely start with a disagreement over Tea and Coffee you know just as well as I do that it burns deeper than that! You know that this match very well could be your last stand in the NCW, it cuts you up that you no longer were the special one, everybody began talking, but they weren’t talking about you they were talking about me, questioning where I had come from and what I was about they needed to know who JackHammer was because much like you they fear me, they don’t understand! They fear what they don’t understand they fear the unknown an element I alone bring to NCW, I have already stepped forward showcasing my ability and strength while I am also the biggest and strongest member of the roster, I am the smartest, I am not the one who has to run my every motive through an old man like you do, I am not the one in need of the ancient’s guidance for I am a leader I am the one giving guidance! I choose my own destiny I follow the guidance of no man and I walk my own path and this path walks straight through you Ace! I am guiding you like a messiah, you are following me, without me would be a man without reason or cause. And don't worry haven't forgot about you, Chris Brock or Steve Ramone. It's best you two just stay out of my way in this match and I will be the one who sends The Ace packing and ending his career in the NCW.
He turns off of the path and into the trees as the sky beings to darken, the sun is setting and another July 3rd night is about to begin all those fears now come to pass, they overtake your psyche you can't run from your fears the best thing to do is turn and face them, have a head on collision with what terrifies you, consume it before it consumes you!