Post by Hammersteiner on Feb 8, 2019 22:28:18 GMT -5
Haedong Yonggung Temple is situated on the coast of the north-eastern portion of Busan. built in 1376 by the great Buddhist teacher known as Naong, it was reconstructed in 1970, with careful attention paid to the colors that were traditionally used in such structures. In front of the main sanctuary of this hallowed place sits the man known as “The American Monster,” Jacob Hammerstein. He is sipping on a cup of green tea purchased from one of the vendors that line the road that leads to the temple.
“I'm not sure what's funnier, to be honest.”
Jacob Hammerstein sips from the steaming cup. A group of young schoolchildren walk over to him, unaccustomed to seeing an American up close. Hammerstein smiles cordially at the children, who gather around him, as he continues.
“The dumbass way Frank Dylan James says goddamn, or the dumbass way he thinks he and Go, are gonna just walk all over me and Thunder Mask. I dunno, but I'm thinkin maybe all the kinky ass hair and that man bush on your chin has cut off air flow to your brain.”
He sets the cup of tea on the ground next to him.
“I get you, Frankie, I really do.”
Suddenly, Hammerstein jumps up, wild eyed, and begins stomping around, grunting, beating his chest, and chasing the children, who are screaming and laughing at the crazy American .
“UNGA BUNGA! ME FRANK DYLAN JAMES! ME STOMP ALL OVER! ME MAKE BIG NOISE! ME BREAK BIG THINGS!”
One child, the smallest of the group, stands his ground, bravely facing the American Monster. Hammerstein stoops, looks into the child’s eyes and scratches his head.
“WHY THIS KID NOT ASCARED OF FRANK DYLAN JAMES?”
The American Monster goes back to “normal,” smiling at the little boy, who giggles and throws his arms around him. Hammerstein picks him up and directs the smiling boy to look into the camera.
“You know why this kid’s not scared of you? It’s the same reason I'm not afraid of you or Casper, the Unfriendly Ghost.
It's because when you two attacked me and my brother Eli from behind, you showed yourselves to be exactly what you are.
A couple no good cowardly pieces of shit that don't have the balls to step up and take your asskickin’ like men. You sneak attack us, then start braggin about how you’re such big badasses.
But me, and this kid, we know different.
You’re not foolin’ anybody.”
Hammerstein puts the youngster down, then pats him on the head before sending him off with his classmates.
“But you two gotta wait til we get to Manila to get your asskickin. Seoul, South Korea is where I get to knock heads with Bam Markham again.”
The American Monster’s hair blows in the breeze that comes off the East Sea. He pushes it off from in front of his face.
“Bam, if memory serves, the last time me and you stood face to face in a ring, I was still part of The W.A.L.L. I felt like I had to be part of a team to matter. But now, I’m a part of a team because I matter. And this time, it ain’t about pushin an agenda that I only half ass believe in. This time, along with Thunder Mask and Eron Hunter, I’m fightin you, Ravenna, and Ikeda for the fun of it...the sport of it. We’ll never be besties, Bam, but I think we can both have some fun beatin the high holy fuck out of each other this time.”
Hammerstein picks up the cup of tea, drains it, and throws it into a trash can.
“Speakin of trash. Alley Irvine, me and you got close to scrappin at the old punch and kick thing earlier. Any time, any place you wanna throw down, I’m game. All the TRT in the world won’t help those shrivelled up raisins you call balls when I’m stompin the fuck out of em.”
Hammerstein turns and begins to walk into the temple. He stops and turns to the camera.
“Every tour I’ve made for Max-J has been to prove myself to the world, as a wrestler, as a fighter, as a man. I’ve accomplished all that. I ain’t gotta prove myself anymore. This tour is all about me havin fun, kickin ass, and sheddin blood...theirs and mine.”
Hammerstein turns and walks into the sanctuary, the schooldchildren gathering around him again.
“I'm not sure what's funnier, to be honest.”
Jacob Hammerstein sips from the steaming cup. A group of young schoolchildren walk over to him, unaccustomed to seeing an American up close. Hammerstein smiles cordially at the children, who gather around him, as he continues.
“The dumbass way Frank Dylan James says goddamn, or the dumbass way he thinks he and Go, are gonna just walk all over me and Thunder Mask. I dunno, but I'm thinkin maybe all the kinky ass hair and that man bush on your chin has cut off air flow to your brain.”
He sets the cup of tea on the ground next to him.
“I get you, Frankie, I really do.”
Suddenly, Hammerstein jumps up, wild eyed, and begins stomping around, grunting, beating his chest, and chasing the children, who are screaming and laughing at the crazy American .
“UNGA BUNGA! ME FRANK DYLAN JAMES! ME STOMP ALL OVER! ME MAKE BIG NOISE! ME BREAK BIG THINGS!”
One child, the smallest of the group, stands his ground, bravely facing the American Monster. Hammerstein stoops, looks into the child’s eyes and scratches his head.
“WHY THIS KID NOT ASCARED OF FRANK DYLAN JAMES?”
The American Monster goes back to “normal,” smiling at the little boy, who giggles and throws his arms around him. Hammerstein picks him up and directs the smiling boy to look into the camera.
“You know why this kid’s not scared of you? It’s the same reason I'm not afraid of you or Casper, the Unfriendly Ghost.
It's because when you two attacked me and my brother Eli from behind, you showed yourselves to be exactly what you are.
A couple no good cowardly pieces of shit that don't have the balls to step up and take your asskickin’ like men. You sneak attack us, then start braggin about how you’re such big badasses.
But me, and this kid, we know different.
You’re not foolin’ anybody.”
Hammerstein puts the youngster down, then pats him on the head before sending him off with his classmates.
“But you two gotta wait til we get to Manila to get your asskickin. Seoul, South Korea is where I get to knock heads with Bam Markham again.”
The American Monster’s hair blows in the breeze that comes off the East Sea. He pushes it off from in front of his face.
“Bam, if memory serves, the last time me and you stood face to face in a ring, I was still part of The W.A.L.L. I felt like I had to be part of a team to matter. But now, I’m a part of a team because I matter. And this time, it ain’t about pushin an agenda that I only half ass believe in. This time, along with Thunder Mask and Eron Hunter, I’m fightin you, Ravenna, and Ikeda for the fun of it...the sport of it. We’ll never be besties, Bam, but I think we can both have some fun beatin the high holy fuck out of each other this time.”
Hammerstein picks up the cup of tea, drains it, and throws it into a trash can.
“Speakin of trash. Alley Irvine, me and you got close to scrappin at the old punch and kick thing earlier. Any time, any place you wanna throw down, I’m game. All the TRT in the world won’t help those shrivelled up raisins you call balls when I’m stompin the fuck out of em.”
Hammerstein turns and begins to walk into the temple. He stops and turns to the camera.
“Every tour I’ve made for Max-J has been to prove myself to the world, as a wrestler, as a fighter, as a man. I’ve accomplished all that. I ain’t gotta prove myself anymore. This tour is all about me havin fun, kickin ass, and sheddin blood...theirs and mine.”
Hammerstein turns and walks into the sanctuary, the schooldchildren gathering around him again.