Post by JackHammer on Jul 4, 2009 21:09:40 GMT -6
His blonde hair floats in the air trailing behind his back like a mane, his face is lit by only the full moon that hovers high above Canadian Rockies, a mountain range famous for snowboarding, skiing and mountaineering, his eyes stare at the moon as if he is possessed by its mystique and its splendour, he sighs briefly and outstretches his bare muscular arms pounding them down on the hard wooden handrail of his balcony, the moon reflects in his eyes as he listens to the howling of the wind and then runs his hand through his blonde hair taking hold of it and then dropping it down over his back, even though both his Son and ex-brother in law are sleeping inside, JackHammer feels alone, it’s not the kind of loneliness that can be enjoyed, it’s not peace and it most certainly isn't solace, the loneliness he is feeling is longing for his late wife Angie, he longs to see her again to hold her, to kiss her and to hear her voice as she spits out the words "I love you." Granted his current wife Angel is back home in Chicago and is pretty understanding about all of it so she usually leaves him be around this time every year.
It’s been five years since he heard her say those words and he knows he will never hear those words again, "if only the dead could talk" he thinks as he rubs his hand down his bare chest to the belt buckle that is tightly fastened around his black leather trousers, he shuffles to the side placing his bare feet down on a cold part of his pine flooring that runs along the whole of the balcony, the only light around other than that of the moon is coming from a huge candle that rests in the centre of an old traditional Victorian table made of oak, he remembers the night he bought this particular antique, it was a present for Angie's thirtieth birthday, they were in London late at night when she stumbled upon it and fell in love with it right away, he purchased it for her there and then.
JackHammer turns his body and leans his lower back on the handrail, he looks up at the roofing of his house and then closes his eyes, the memories of their love strike him deep in his soul ripping at him breaking him in two, his nostrils flare as he bites down hard trying to maintain his composure, a chill is sent down his spine as he opens his eyes once more, instantly they fix on two glasses of red wine that sit parallel to each other either side of the candle, he watches the reflection of the flickering flame as it dances on top the candle.
The sight of red wine and candlelight brings a smile to his face; he pauses for a moment and then approaches the table as he pulls a chair backwards it scrapes on the floor, he sits down and looks at the flame as he takes a glass and holds it in the air.
JackHammer: Angie.
He closes his eyes for a brief moment the glass still raised in the air…
“CLINK”
He feels the glass shudder as if it had been knocked, the sound it made was as if he had just shared a toast, he wanted to open his eyes “could it be her?” he thought.
Angie: Jack?
Her voice soothing as always seemed cold and unearthly, his hairs were standing on end as he opened his eyes and there behind the candle light was Angie, all his rationality and logic disappeared in an instant, all he cared about is that she was sitting in front of him, her pale white face framed perfectly by her black curly hair which bounced down off her shoulders, he watches her blood red lips as she raises the wine glass to her mouth taking a slow sip, he can’t say anything, nothing at all he just watches as her blue eyes sparkle in the candle light a smile creeps onto her face from the left corner of her mouth.
Angie: The wine’s good, Jack.
He looks down at his glass that he clutches tightly in his hand and then swirls the claret red wine around for a few seconds before bringing it to his lips, he watches her as he tastes the wine… he stops realising that it’s not wine at all it is in fact blood, he swallows and then puts his glass down.
Angie: So how is he?
JackHammer: He?
Angie: Terry… he called out to me last night.
JackHammer: He’s… He’ll be ok.
Angie laughs and then looks into JackHammer’s eyes, he looks away and at the same time he is torn, torn between his feelings and the truth, his feelings want this to be true, HE wants this to be real, he wants to look back at her and know she is alive… but the truth is telling him this is just an illusion and if he looks back he will be alone.
Angie: Don’t worry, Jack just give in.
He raises an eyebrow and looks out of the corner of his eyes as she stands and walks round to his side, her long dress flows down her slender body as the buckles on her black boots gleam in the lunar light, she crouches down folding her arms over her knees looking into JackHammer’s face.
Angie: kiss me, my love.
She leans in slightly pouting ready to kiss; JackHammer closes his eyes and also moves forward, their lips touch, but its not the same, her touch is as cold as ice and stings his lips, her hands move up touching his cheeks and they feel like cold metal, she runs her hands through his hair as he reaches forward… he wakes up.
Covered in a cold sweat JackHammer looks down at the blanket that has twisted itself around him, he sits up using his arms as leverage and then places his bare feet down on the wooden floor, the moon light shines through a gap in the curtain as he stands up dropping the blanket back down on the bed, he takes his red dressing gown from the hook on the back of his door and quickly puts it on.
JackHammer: …
He reaches down taking hold of the door handle twisting it until it opens; he steps out on to the black carpet floor. The wind is gusting through his home, he looks down the hallway, a light is coming from the front room, his heart begins to race as his dream starts to play over in his mind, JackHammer maybe be an intelligent man but no matter who you are your mind will still play tricks. He follows the light into the front room of his apartment noticing that the television is switched on, he looks at the screen someone has been watching reruns of NCW as it has been paused on JackHammer’s promo for his match with Ace, Chris Brock, Steve Ramona he pauses looking around the room noticing only an empty bottle of wine on the floor, he looks over to the sliding door that leads out onto the balcony and notices the curtain flapping around in the wind, somebody is out there? He slowly walks forward observing the light of a candle burning, his hairs stand on end as he pulls back the curtain to find Terry, cigarette in hand, watching the mountain.
JackHammer: Terry?
Terry jumps in fright dropping his cigarette over the edge and to the floor, he turns sharply and rubs his hand on the top of his head.
Terry: FU*K! Dad why did you creep up on me?
JackHammer: Sorry I thought someone else was here?
Terry leans back on the handrail, he folds his arms and looks confused.
Terry: Someone else?
JackHammer: I thought someone was out here… But it was you.
Terry: So did I?
JackHammer: so did you what?
Terry: I was asleep I heard noises so I came here…and found this.
He reaches down on the table picking up and empty wine glass, he hands it to JackHammer who pauses in fright looking at the dark red lipstick mark around the edge of the glass.
Terry: I get it… that look on your face; you brought someone back didn’t you?
JackHammer: What? How dare you!
Terry: … Ok sorry, must have been Saber?
“crack”
Terry: DAD?
JackHammer squeezes tighter on the glass even though it is cutting into his hand.
Terry: DAD!!!
JackHammer looks up he put the broken glass down on the table and turns into the house leaving Terry alone.
NEXT DAY.
JackHammer has pushed last night’s events to the back of his mind, he knows he must do this in order to walk out in the top five of the land of opportunity match, yes he has questions but sometimes they are better left to a later date, he knows at his age some will underestimate him much like they have before and this is why he has come to the gym, he is preparing himself for the possibility that he will have more than one match, and in all honesty JackHammer is more than capable of doing so, he has seen the promos shot by the other members of the roster and he laughs at the fact that his age is the only thing they have to go on, being the fact that this is NCW they should know better… but then most haven’t done the research into NCW like JackHammer has, looking at NCW's history.
Even The Acw was looked down upon as being “too old” but it’s not like JackHammer did not expect this reaction from his opponents, in fact he knew they would use this as a way of getting at him, but it didn’t work it didn’t even make him bat an eyelid because he has heard it all before, it’s just a shame that the NCW roster are so predictable, but JackHammer knows he is in with a chance, he will win this match against the Ace, Chris Brock, Steve Ramone and send the Ace packing from the NCW, JackHammer understands what must be done in order to win this match and that is why he is here.
He stops skipping and places the skipping rope down on the side on a wooden bench and looks over at Saber who is punching the speedball, JackHammer looks down at his black jogging trousers and then wipes the sweat off his forehead with his wrist and then scratches his neck.
JackHammer: How many times will I have to justify that my age is no concern to my wrestling ability? How many times will I have to look across the ring at an opponent who shows me no respect what so ever despite my accomplishments? It’s surprising just how ignorant most of you are, and the ignorance is across the whole roster starting at the top with the former world heavyweight champion Ace a man who believes he is unbeatable, his whole attitude toward his opponents is that of a greedy old man, he tries to snatch everything away from those around him before they come to close to what he has what he hangs onto even though it is slowly slipping from his grasp, he may have others fooled that he is the life and soul of NCW when in reality he is a charlatan, a bringer of false hopes, he stated many months ago that HE will be the turning point that NCW needs, that HE will direct this company away from the rocks and to greener pastures, but has he? Most of you bought his propaganda, his slanderous attacks at others and many of you bought into his pro anti trust bullsh*t, you all lapped it up, “down with the NCW” you shouted like pawns no…puppets! “Ace is the future” you cheered but now look at what has become of this future, half the roster has left even his own team mates have backed out under his weak leadership, they have started to look at each other and say “we are better than him” maybe they are but that shows you the belief they have in him doesn’t it? Some of you see this as just bad luck, a series of events that were out of his control, but before he became world champion he pledged to Fox that he would destroy NCW that he would bring it down, he claimed to be a rebel and perhaps he was? Perhaps he still holds that grudge against Fox and his plan to bring NCW down is in full effect.
He sits down on the bench and places his hands on his knees smiling for a brief moment before continuing.
JackHammer: I’m sure if he remembered saying all that he would claim this to be true, but its not… the truth is Ace is a failure of a champion, he has let NCW down he hasn’t lived up to the hype, his self promoted hype, but then after looking at former NCW champions there is a lot for him to live up to and no matter what you say about Ace he isn’t Chris Brock or Steve Ramone, I may call Ace the best wrestler in NCW today but I have a reason for that and that is because he has the title to prove it, do I think I can beat Ace? Maybe, but unlike the natural I don’t think of myself as godlike I don’t think anything of myself, his high opinion will be his downfall, I’m sure a scar on that pretty face of his would be the wake up call that he needs? A wake up call I am more than willing to deliver, but I will allow you the privilege to jest me, to taunt me, because unlike you I can allow things to go over my head, you may take everything to heart but I on the other hand really don’t care, I don’t care if you feel you have done it all seen it all in NCW because you haven’t seen everything about me, you have never faced someone as ruthless and conniving as me, while you may have a mentor who I know to be a very destructive force in the ring you still lack what it takes to be a real champion.
He reaches down his hair falling forward over his face as he takes a bottle of water out of his gym back, he sits up sharply flicking his hair out of his eyes and unscrewing the top of his bottle taking a swig.
JackHammer: And this is why I am gunning for you, NCW needs to be guided in the right direction it needs to be taken into the new year and nurtured back to health by a man who is more than competent to do so, you may claim to be that man, Ace but on your own you are nothing, you feed off your opponents because without them you have nothing to do or say, I have watched your championship run and I have to say it has been filled with a lot of waiting around, while you were waiting to find out who your opponent will be others like myself were making an impact, you have been forgotten already, half the roster claims they can beat you even if they have to go through sixteen others, can you do that, Ace? Do you feel comfortable putting your career on the line in this match and competing with the rest of us? No because unlike me you do not have the grit to do so, but you do have the power, you could say to Fox come on put me in the Land of opportunity match… but wait what is your opportunity? Well you could claim to be the best if you won? What a world champion that would make you, who else on the roster would have the courage to do that? Not you obviously so instead of claiming to be the best why don’t you prove it? Sure you may walk away the champion but you will be the fresh man no matter what excuses you come up with the fact of the matter is you have a bigger chance than everyone else… But why not? You’re a Natural you deserve an easy match, we are all living in your world ohh puppet master, don’t insult my intelligence the others may let you get away with it but I wont, because while I may be older than you but I am stronger and smarter, you may walk around pretending to be Mr Hollywood with your fancy suits and frosted hair styles but I am willing to get my hands dirty, you, Ace may call it a privilege for anyone of us to face you I call it duty, it is my duty to show you up in that ring.
He swallows another mouthful of water and then smiles arrogantly as if he knows something that no body else knows.
JackHammer: I will wrestle you, Ace I will climb inside that ring and look you in the eye because I don’t fear you, I fear nothing the only thing I feared was losing my wife and I lost her, so what do you fear? I know what it is you fear, losing your career, you fear being beaten this weak because you are facing the unknown, I am not someone like Steve Ramone who claims to be unpredictable I don’t claim to be anything more than myself, but you Ace, you don’t even know who you are anymore, you ask yourself many questions when you look in the mirror, Am I just the Son of a whore? Am I the conniving schemer who this roster once loathed? Am I a leader a born leader destined for greatness? Am I a joke? Am I a champion? FACE UP TO THE FACTS YOU DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE! Every week you change you try to see things from a different angle and this is because you are lost wandering around with your backstabbing flunkies trying to relive your childhood dreams, trying to become your heroes but you just can’t do it, Ace you just can't live up to the legend you crave to be, and it’s about time you realised that, you have become a very desperate man so desperate you need others to point it out to you just how wrong you really are, things change they move on forget about Chris Brock, forget about all you have done because it doesn’t mean a thing, your NCW résumé may be impressive on paper but when you actually look at your title wins they are nothing short of a let down, have you ever done anything without the help of others? Take last years ppv you would have been nothing without your wife’s interference! And come Sunday you will be just that NOTHING! You’re weak Ace whether you like to admit it or not, you claim prestige but I don’t see it? Show me something, Ace show me that you are a man that you do have a set between those legs and that you’re not a eunuch with a good tailor, where is your fighting spirit? Do you even have any? I am here in a gym I have been here for five hours now and I won’t be leaving just yet because I am a warrior, take your sword, Ace and climb on top of your horse show me that you can do battle show me that you are a warrior, because all I have seen from you so far is lies, I want you to know that I am a nasty conceited old bastard with nothing to lose and I will do whatever it takes to win, Steve Ramone felt it first hand and now it’s your turn, I face you Ace on Sunday, I will find you hiding in that corner with your garnish and your lackeys trying to think of a new way to repackage the same old product, but you can’t get away with it for long, I want you to hear me I want you to get angry I want you to understand that what I say is truth and then I want you to admit that I am going to guide NCW by beating you and ending your career!
JackHammer stands and then looks over to Saber nodding, he approaches the weights bench and smiles as he sits down, he lays back and grasps the bar in his hands as Saber stands over him.
It’s been five years since he heard her say those words and he knows he will never hear those words again, "if only the dead could talk" he thinks as he rubs his hand down his bare chest to the belt buckle that is tightly fastened around his black leather trousers, he shuffles to the side placing his bare feet down on a cold part of his pine flooring that runs along the whole of the balcony, the only light around other than that of the moon is coming from a huge candle that rests in the centre of an old traditional Victorian table made of oak, he remembers the night he bought this particular antique, it was a present for Angie's thirtieth birthday, they were in London late at night when she stumbled upon it and fell in love with it right away, he purchased it for her there and then.
JackHammer turns his body and leans his lower back on the handrail, he looks up at the roofing of his house and then closes his eyes, the memories of their love strike him deep in his soul ripping at him breaking him in two, his nostrils flare as he bites down hard trying to maintain his composure, a chill is sent down his spine as he opens his eyes once more, instantly they fix on two glasses of red wine that sit parallel to each other either side of the candle, he watches the reflection of the flickering flame as it dances on top the candle.
The sight of red wine and candlelight brings a smile to his face; he pauses for a moment and then approaches the table as he pulls a chair backwards it scrapes on the floor, he sits down and looks at the flame as he takes a glass and holds it in the air.
JackHammer: Angie.
He closes his eyes for a brief moment the glass still raised in the air…
“CLINK”
He feels the glass shudder as if it had been knocked, the sound it made was as if he had just shared a toast, he wanted to open his eyes “could it be her?” he thought.
Angie: Jack?
Her voice soothing as always seemed cold and unearthly, his hairs were standing on end as he opened his eyes and there behind the candle light was Angie, all his rationality and logic disappeared in an instant, all he cared about is that she was sitting in front of him, her pale white face framed perfectly by her black curly hair which bounced down off her shoulders, he watches her blood red lips as she raises the wine glass to her mouth taking a slow sip, he can’t say anything, nothing at all he just watches as her blue eyes sparkle in the candle light a smile creeps onto her face from the left corner of her mouth.
Angie: The wine’s good, Jack.
He looks down at his glass that he clutches tightly in his hand and then swirls the claret red wine around for a few seconds before bringing it to his lips, he watches her as he tastes the wine… he stops realising that it’s not wine at all it is in fact blood, he swallows and then puts his glass down.
Angie: So how is he?
JackHammer: He?
Angie: Terry… he called out to me last night.
JackHammer: He’s… He’ll be ok.
Angie laughs and then looks into JackHammer’s eyes, he looks away and at the same time he is torn, torn between his feelings and the truth, his feelings want this to be true, HE wants this to be real, he wants to look back at her and know she is alive… but the truth is telling him this is just an illusion and if he looks back he will be alone.
Angie: Don’t worry, Jack just give in.
He raises an eyebrow and looks out of the corner of his eyes as she stands and walks round to his side, her long dress flows down her slender body as the buckles on her black boots gleam in the lunar light, she crouches down folding her arms over her knees looking into JackHammer’s face.
Angie: kiss me, my love.
She leans in slightly pouting ready to kiss; JackHammer closes his eyes and also moves forward, their lips touch, but its not the same, her touch is as cold as ice and stings his lips, her hands move up touching his cheeks and they feel like cold metal, she runs her hands through his hair as he reaches forward… he wakes up.
Covered in a cold sweat JackHammer looks down at the blanket that has twisted itself around him, he sits up using his arms as leverage and then places his bare feet down on the wooden floor, the moon light shines through a gap in the curtain as he stands up dropping the blanket back down on the bed, he takes his red dressing gown from the hook on the back of his door and quickly puts it on.
JackHammer: …
He reaches down taking hold of the door handle twisting it until it opens; he steps out on to the black carpet floor. The wind is gusting through his home, he looks down the hallway, a light is coming from the front room, his heart begins to race as his dream starts to play over in his mind, JackHammer maybe be an intelligent man but no matter who you are your mind will still play tricks. He follows the light into the front room of his apartment noticing that the television is switched on, he looks at the screen someone has been watching reruns of NCW as it has been paused on JackHammer’s promo for his match with Ace, Chris Brock, Steve Ramona he pauses looking around the room noticing only an empty bottle of wine on the floor, he looks over to the sliding door that leads out onto the balcony and notices the curtain flapping around in the wind, somebody is out there? He slowly walks forward observing the light of a candle burning, his hairs stand on end as he pulls back the curtain to find Terry, cigarette in hand, watching the mountain.
JackHammer: Terry?
Terry jumps in fright dropping his cigarette over the edge and to the floor, he turns sharply and rubs his hand on the top of his head.
Terry: FU*K! Dad why did you creep up on me?
JackHammer: Sorry I thought someone else was here?
Terry leans back on the handrail, he folds his arms and looks confused.
Terry: Someone else?
JackHammer: I thought someone was out here… But it was you.
Terry: So did I?
JackHammer: so did you what?
Terry: I was asleep I heard noises so I came here…and found this.
He reaches down on the table picking up and empty wine glass, he hands it to JackHammer who pauses in fright looking at the dark red lipstick mark around the edge of the glass.
Terry: I get it… that look on your face; you brought someone back didn’t you?
JackHammer: What? How dare you!
Terry: … Ok sorry, must have been Saber?
“crack”
Terry: DAD?
JackHammer squeezes tighter on the glass even though it is cutting into his hand.
Terry: DAD!!!
JackHammer looks up he put the broken glass down on the table and turns into the house leaving Terry alone.
NEXT DAY.
JackHammer has pushed last night’s events to the back of his mind, he knows he must do this in order to walk out in the top five of the land of opportunity match, yes he has questions but sometimes they are better left to a later date, he knows at his age some will underestimate him much like they have before and this is why he has come to the gym, he is preparing himself for the possibility that he will have more than one match, and in all honesty JackHammer is more than capable of doing so, he has seen the promos shot by the other members of the roster and he laughs at the fact that his age is the only thing they have to go on, being the fact that this is NCW they should know better… but then most haven’t done the research into NCW like JackHammer has, looking at NCW's history.
Even The Acw was looked down upon as being “too old” but it’s not like JackHammer did not expect this reaction from his opponents, in fact he knew they would use this as a way of getting at him, but it didn’t work it didn’t even make him bat an eyelid because he has heard it all before, it’s just a shame that the NCW roster are so predictable, but JackHammer knows he is in with a chance, he will win this match against the Ace, Chris Brock, Steve Ramone and send the Ace packing from the NCW, JackHammer understands what must be done in order to win this match and that is why he is here.
He stops skipping and places the skipping rope down on the side on a wooden bench and looks over at Saber who is punching the speedball, JackHammer looks down at his black jogging trousers and then wipes the sweat off his forehead with his wrist and then scratches his neck.
JackHammer: How many times will I have to justify that my age is no concern to my wrestling ability? How many times will I have to look across the ring at an opponent who shows me no respect what so ever despite my accomplishments? It’s surprising just how ignorant most of you are, and the ignorance is across the whole roster starting at the top with the former world heavyweight champion Ace a man who believes he is unbeatable, his whole attitude toward his opponents is that of a greedy old man, he tries to snatch everything away from those around him before they come to close to what he has what he hangs onto even though it is slowly slipping from his grasp, he may have others fooled that he is the life and soul of NCW when in reality he is a charlatan, a bringer of false hopes, he stated many months ago that HE will be the turning point that NCW needs, that HE will direct this company away from the rocks and to greener pastures, but has he? Most of you bought his propaganda, his slanderous attacks at others and many of you bought into his pro anti trust bullsh*t, you all lapped it up, “down with the NCW” you shouted like pawns no…puppets! “Ace is the future” you cheered but now look at what has become of this future, half the roster has left even his own team mates have backed out under his weak leadership, they have started to look at each other and say “we are better than him” maybe they are but that shows you the belief they have in him doesn’t it? Some of you see this as just bad luck, a series of events that were out of his control, but before he became world champion he pledged to Fox that he would destroy NCW that he would bring it down, he claimed to be a rebel and perhaps he was? Perhaps he still holds that grudge against Fox and his plan to bring NCW down is in full effect.
He sits down on the bench and places his hands on his knees smiling for a brief moment before continuing.
JackHammer: I’m sure if he remembered saying all that he would claim this to be true, but its not… the truth is Ace is a failure of a champion, he has let NCW down he hasn’t lived up to the hype, his self promoted hype, but then after looking at former NCW champions there is a lot for him to live up to and no matter what you say about Ace he isn’t Chris Brock or Steve Ramone, I may call Ace the best wrestler in NCW today but I have a reason for that and that is because he has the title to prove it, do I think I can beat Ace? Maybe, but unlike the natural I don’t think of myself as godlike I don’t think anything of myself, his high opinion will be his downfall, I’m sure a scar on that pretty face of his would be the wake up call that he needs? A wake up call I am more than willing to deliver, but I will allow you the privilege to jest me, to taunt me, because unlike you I can allow things to go over my head, you may take everything to heart but I on the other hand really don’t care, I don’t care if you feel you have done it all seen it all in NCW because you haven’t seen everything about me, you have never faced someone as ruthless and conniving as me, while you may have a mentor who I know to be a very destructive force in the ring you still lack what it takes to be a real champion.
He reaches down his hair falling forward over his face as he takes a bottle of water out of his gym back, he sits up sharply flicking his hair out of his eyes and unscrewing the top of his bottle taking a swig.
JackHammer: And this is why I am gunning for you, NCW needs to be guided in the right direction it needs to be taken into the new year and nurtured back to health by a man who is more than competent to do so, you may claim to be that man, Ace but on your own you are nothing, you feed off your opponents because without them you have nothing to do or say, I have watched your championship run and I have to say it has been filled with a lot of waiting around, while you were waiting to find out who your opponent will be others like myself were making an impact, you have been forgotten already, half the roster claims they can beat you even if they have to go through sixteen others, can you do that, Ace? Do you feel comfortable putting your career on the line in this match and competing with the rest of us? No because unlike me you do not have the grit to do so, but you do have the power, you could say to Fox come on put me in the Land of opportunity match… but wait what is your opportunity? Well you could claim to be the best if you won? What a world champion that would make you, who else on the roster would have the courage to do that? Not you obviously so instead of claiming to be the best why don’t you prove it? Sure you may walk away the champion but you will be the fresh man no matter what excuses you come up with the fact of the matter is you have a bigger chance than everyone else… But why not? You’re a Natural you deserve an easy match, we are all living in your world ohh puppet master, don’t insult my intelligence the others may let you get away with it but I wont, because while I may be older than you but I am stronger and smarter, you may walk around pretending to be Mr Hollywood with your fancy suits and frosted hair styles but I am willing to get my hands dirty, you, Ace may call it a privilege for anyone of us to face you I call it duty, it is my duty to show you up in that ring.
He swallows another mouthful of water and then smiles arrogantly as if he knows something that no body else knows.
JackHammer: I will wrestle you, Ace I will climb inside that ring and look you in the eye because I don’t fear you, I fear nothing the only thing I feared was losing my wife and I lost her, so what do you fear? I know what it is you fear, losing your career, you fear being beaten this weak because you are facing the unknown, I am not someone like Steve Ramone who claims to be unpredictable I don’t claim to be anything more than myself, but you Ace, you don’t even know who you are anymore, you ask yourself many questions when you look in the mirror, Am I just the Son of a whore? Am I the conniving schemer who this roster once loathed? Am I a leader a born leader destined for greatness? Am I a joke? Am I a champion? FACE UP TO THE FACTS YOU DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE! Every week you change you try to see things from a different angle and this is because you are lost wandering around with your backstabbing flunkies trying to relive your childhood dreams, trying to become your heroes but you just can’t do it, Ace you just can't live up to the legend you crave to be, and it’s about time you realised that, you have become a very desperate man so desperate you need others to point it out to you just how wrong you really are, things change they move on forget about Chris Brock, forget about all you have done because it doesn’t mean a thing, your NCW résumé may be impressive on paper but when you actually look at your title wins they are nothing short of a let down, have you ever done anything without the help of others? Take last years ppv you would have been nothing without your wife’s interference! And come Sunday you will be just that NOTHING! You’re weak Ace whether you like to admit it or not, you claim prestige but I don’t see it? Show me something, Ace show me that you are a man that you do have a set between those legs and that you’re not a eunuch with a good tailor, where is your fighting spirit? Do you even have any? I am here in a gym I have been here for five hours now and I won’t be leaving just yet because I am a warrior, take your sword, Ace and climb on top of your horse show me that you can do battle show me that you are a warrior, because all I have seen from you so far is lies, I want you to know that I am a nasty conceited old bastard with nothing to lose and I will do whatever it takes to win, Steve Ramone felt it first hand and now it’s your turn, I face you Ace on Sunday, I will find you hiding in that corner with your garnish and your lackeys trying to think of a new way to repackage the same old product, but you can’t get away with it for long, I want you to hear me I want you to get angry I want you to understand that what I say is truth and then I want you to admit that I am going to guide NCW by beating you and ending your career!
JackHammer stands and then looks over to Saber nodding, he approaches the weights bench and smiles as he sits down, he lays back and grasps the bar in his hands as Saber stands over him.