Post by Hammersteiner on Apr 12, 2019 22:40:24 GMT -5
FUUUUUUCK!!
Hammerstein's voice carried through the dressing room area of the Fisherman's Gym in Budapest. He had just walked from the ring after another loss in a tag team match, the final one of this leg of the Toukon Road. The American Monster usually tried to restrain his emotions in the locker room, especially after a loss. He managed to do so after his loss to GRIM after the Demon Brigade member handcuffed him to the ring barricade to seal a countout victory. Sakamoto, Hammerstein's partner in the match, walked over, offering a sincere apology. Jacob turned and saw the genuine remorse and shame in his eyes and realized that the loss hurt Sakamoto as much, if not more, than it did him.
In an act of remorse, Hammerstein got on his knees and bowed to Sakamoto, his head touching the floor. Hammerstein asked for Sakamoto's forgiveness for not sharing in the burden of the loss with the Dojo student. Obviously moved by the gesture of contrition, Sakamoto pulled Hammerstein up to his feet and bowed to him then offered a handshake. Hammerstein returned the bow and the handshake before Sakamoto turned to walk away.
Hammerstein’s performing of the Dogeza drew the attention of some of the other Japanese wrestlers in the locker room, and though they said nothing, it was obvious that it made an impression.
*Twelve days later*
The Tameen Majlis inside the Burj Al Arab Hotel, is abuzz with excitement as a meet and greet with MAX-J wrestlers is taking place. Wrestling fans of various castes wait in line for their turn to have a photo with their favorite stars. Hammerstein sat across the room from his opponent at night one of The Champion’s Gulf, Hiro Minamoto. Minamoto and Hammerstein shared a cursory nod of acknowledgement before going back to greeting the fans. The American Monster knew that Minamoto was a dangerous opponent, and didn't want to disrespect him, and risk an embarrassing loss, by overlooking him, yet his mind couldn't help but drift to night two, and an even more dangerous, prospective opponent.
Frank Dylan James.
Hammerstein stands on the shores of Jumeirah Beach, The Persian Gulf lapping at his toes. As the warm winds coming off The Gulf blow his hair back as he speaks.
There are legends of monsters in these waters. Stories of half fish and half man monsters, creatures with the heads and bodies of rabid maddogs and the tails of fishes, men with serpent's heads and fish tails. Creatures that roamed The Gulf destroying ships and sailors and filling those on land with fear and dread. But there's another creature that's coming to this area that wants to send everybody running in fear. It's the MAX-J Heavyweight Champion, Frank Dylan James.
See Frank, I know what you're doin. You romp and you stomp, you paint your face up all scary, and try to intimidate everyone. Well that may work on some of the Dojo Students, but none of that shit flies with The American Monster here, not one little bit.
Ya can talk all ya want about how ya tried to warn everybody and how everyone should fear ya. But ya know what I see when I look at ya? I see a cowardly piece of shit that feared me enough to backjump me and the piece of shit partner I had, because, deep down, ya knew. Ya knew that in the ring wrestlin, outside the ring brawling, or in the street, tryin to kill each other, ya don't stand a snowball's chance in hell of beatin me straight up, head to head.
I'm gonna beat Minamoto fair and square under Sport Form rules on Night One, and if the Championship Committee sees fit, in Night Two, I'm gonna beat your ass for The MAX-J Heavyweight Championship. But the difference will be that I won't be doin it under Sport Form rules. I'm gonna beat on ya til a goddamn knockout would be like a relief for ya. Then, I'm gonna torture your ass some more. And finally, I'm gonna drag you to your feet by those nasty locks of yours, pick ya up, and drop ya on your head with The Hammersteiner .
And when I stand over ya, The MAX-J Heavyweight Championship in my hands, you'll realize that while ya may think your a monster, there's only one American Monster in MAX-J, and you're fuckin looking at him.
Hammerstein turns and walks away as the camera fades to black.
Hammerstein's voice carried through the dressing room area of the Fisherman's Gym in Budapest. He had just walked from the ring after another loss in a tag team match, the final one of this leg of the Toukon Road. The American Monster usually tried to restrain his emotions in the locker room, especially after a loss. He managed to do so after his loss to GRIM after the Demon Brigade member handcuffed him to the ring barricade to seal a countout victory. Sakamoto, Hammerstein's partner in the match, walked over, offering a sincere apology. Jacob turned and saw the genuine remorse and shame in his eyes and realized that the loss hurt Sakamoto as much, if not more, than it did him.
In an act of remorse, Hammerstein got on his knees and bowed to Sakamoto, his head touching the floor. Hammerstein asked for Sakamoto's forgiveness for not sharing in the burden of the loss with the Dojo student. Obviously moved by the gesture of contrition, Sakamoto pulled Hammerstein up to his feet and bowed to him then offered a handshake. Hammerstein returned the bow and the handshake before Sakamoto turned to walk away.
Hammerstein’s performing of the Dogeza drew the attention of some of the other Japanese wrestlers in the locker room, and though they said nothing, it was obvious that it made an impression.
*Twelve days later*
The Tameen Majlis inside the Burj Al Arab Hotel, is abuzz with excitement as a meet and greet with MAX-J wrestlers is taking place. Wrestling fans of various castes wait in line for their turn to have a photo with their favorite stars. Hammerstein sat across the room from his opponent at night one of The Champion’s Gulf, Hiro Minamoto. Minamoto and Hammerstein shared a cursory nod of acknowledgement before going back to greeting the fans. The American Monster knew that Minamoto was a dangerous opponent, and didn't want to disrespect him, and risk an embarrassing loss, by overlooking him, yet his mind couldn't help but drift to night two, and an even more dangerous, prospective opponent.
Frank Dylan James.
Hammerstein stands on the shores of Jumeirah Beach, The Persian Gulf lapping at his toes. As the warm winds coming off The Gulf blow his hair back as he speaks.
There are legends of monsters in these waters. Stories of half fish and half man monsters, creatures with the heads and bodies of rabid maddogs and the tails of fishes, men with serpent's heads and fish tails. Creatures that roamed The Gulf destroying ships and sailors and filling those on land with fear and dread. But there's another creature that's coming to this area that wants to send everybody running in fear. It's the MAX-J Heavyweight Champion, Frank Dylan James.
See Frank, I know what you're doin. You romp and you stomp, you paint your face up all scary, and try to intimidate everyone. Well that may work on some of the Dojo Students, but none of that shit flies with The American Monster here, not one little bit.
Ya can talk all ya want about how ya tried to warn everybody and how everyone should fear ya. But ya know what I see when I look at ya? I see a cowardly piece of shit that feared me enough to backjump me and the piece of shit partner I had, because, deep down, ya knew. Ya knew that in the ring wrestlin, outside the ring brawling, or in the street, tryin to kill each other, ya don't stand a snowball's chance in hell of beatin me straight up, head to head.
I'm gonna beat Minamoto fair and square under Sport Form rules on Night One, and if the Championship Committee sees fit, in Night Two, I'm gonna beat your ass for The MAX-J Heavyweight Championship. But the difference will be that I won't be doin it under Sport Form rules. I'm gonna beat on ya til a goddamn knockout would be like a relief for ya. Then, I'm gonna torture your ass some more. And finally, I'm gonna drag you to your feet by those nasty locks of yours, pick ya up, and drop ya on your head with The Hammersteiner .
And when I stand over ya, The MAX-J Heavyweight Championship in my hands, you'll realize that while ya may think your a monster, there's only one American Monster in MAX-J, and you're fuckin looking at him.
Hammerstein turns and walks away as the camera fades to black.