Post by hammerstein on Apr 26, 2019 6:16:10 GMT -5
It's a rainy Friday afternoon in Tokyo, and a group of reporters and fans have gathered inside The PBJ Arena for a press conference to promote Maximum Japan's ROYAL ROAD REVIVAL on Saturday. MAX-J President and General Manager Tatsuki Bannock is introduced to polite applause.
Banno extended his welcome and appreciation to those in attendance and those watching via webcast.
He then spoke of Saturday's show, the main event in particular. Banno then introduced Brian Sheltzi, and welcomed him to the platform. The manager got a smattering of applause as he stepped up to the podium.
Good afternoon, Tokyo, and thank you for that...warm... welcome.
When I became Jacob Hammerstein's manager, I knew he was something special. In less than one week's time, this once in a generation fighter won not only the MAX-J Heavyweight Championship, but also won the Lions Road World Heavyweight Championship.
Tomorrow, April 27th, in this very arena, this man will defend the Championship against the man known as GRIM.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you The American Monster, The King of Lions, and YOUR Maximum Japan Heavyweight Champion, Jacob Hammerstein.
There is a mixed reaction for the Champion as he walks toward the platform dressed in an all black suit. As he steps onto the platform, a Demon Brigade follower climbs over the barricade and tries to charge him, but is tackled by security. As he's hauled out, the young man screams that Hammerstein and all other Gaijin swine must be driven from Japan. Hammerstein smiles and shakes his head, his fists clenched just in case.
He walks over, bows, then shakes hands with Banno . He hands the Lions Road Championship to Shelzi, then steps up to the podium. He sets the MAX-J Heavyweight Championship on the podium, so that the faceplate faces the crowd.
I'm not taking questions, but I do have a statement I want to make to my opponent.
Hammerstein rests his right hand on the title.
GRIM, do ya have any idea what holdin this title means? I'll tell ya, but first I'm gonna tell ya what it doesn't mean.
Try to keep up.
Hammerstein holds up his index finger, signifying number one.
It doesn't mean I'm leadin some kind of Gaijin invasion, tryin to take over Japan.
The American Monster holds up his index and middle fingers, to emphasize his second point.
It doesn't mean I'm gonna trash the traditions of the art of Puroresu.
And….
Hammerstein adds his ring finger to the other two, showing his third point.
It doesn't mean that I'm lookin to disrespect those wrestlers, both native and Gaijin, that have paved the way.
Hammerstein puts his hand down, a smile on his face.
So what does it mean?
The Champion leans forward, his movements conveying a sense of aggression. He pulls his sunglasses off and tosses them to the side. He looks into the hard camera, as if he's looking directly into GRIM's eyes.
It means that I've earned the right to say that I'm the best goddamn fighter in Maximum Japan. That's something I've busted my ass to become since day damn one that I stepped foot in this company. I neither got nor needed anyone's help. I didn't need to spit green or red or black shit in my opponent's eyes. And I sure as hell didn't need to handcuff my opponent to the ring barricade to get a cheap countout win. All I had to do was out-fight him to the point that I broke his fighting spirit.
And that's just what I'm gonna do to ya, GRIM.
I don't give a good goddamn what ya are or claim to be. I'm gonna break your will. I'm gonna break your spirit. And if I get ya in the Hammersteiner, I might just break your neck.
Hammerstein grins, a sadistic gleam in his eye.
Ya can't run away me, and the Demon Brigade can't interfere. The lumberjacks’ll make sure of that. So, you're gonna have to outwrestle me if ya want this belt. But, if ya wanna fight dirty, and I hope ya do, then let's go. I know you'll do whatever ya gotta do to take this belt, but even your dead level worst won't match what I'll do to keep it.
GRIM, ya might belong to the Demon Brigade, but come Saturday night, you're gonna be dancin with the goddamn devil himself.
So welcome to hell.
Hammerstein picks up the MAX-J Championship belt and holds it high before he and Shelzi walk off the platform.
Banno extended his welcome and appreciation to those in attendance and those watching via webcast.
He then spoke of Saturday's show, the main event in particular. Banno then introduced Brian Sheltzi, and welcomed him to the platform. The manager got a smattering of applause as he stepped up to the podium.
Good afternoon, Tokyo, and thank you for that...warm... welcome.
When I became Jacob Hammerstein's manager, I knew he was something special. In less than one week's time, this once in a generation fighter won not only the MAX-J Heavyweight Championship, but also won the Lions Road World Heavyweight Championship.
Tomorrow, April 27th, in this very arena, this man will defend the Championship against the man known as GRIM.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you The American Monster, The King of Lions, and YOUR Maximum Japan Heavyweight Champion, Jacob Hammerstein.
There is a mixed reaction for the Champion as he walks toward the platform dressed in an all black suit. As he steps onto the platform, a Demon Brigade follower climbs over the barricade and tries to charge him, but is tackled by security. As he's hauled out, the young man screams that Hammerstein and all other Gaijin swine must be driven from Japan. Hammerstein smiles and shakes his head, his fists clenched just in case.
He walks over, bows, then shakes hands with Banno . He hands the Lions Road Championship to Shelzi, then steps up to the podium. He sets the MAX-J Heavyweight Championship on the podium, so that the faceplate faces the crowd.
I'm not taking questions, but I do have a statement I want to make to my opponent.
Hammerstein rests his right hand on the title.
GRIM, do ya have any idea what holdin this title means? I'll tell ya, but first I'm gonna tell ya what it doesn't mean.
Try to keep up.
Hammerstein holds up his index finger, signifying number one.
It doesn't mean I'm leadin some kind of Gaijin invasion, tryin to take over Japan.
The American Monster holds up his index and middle fingers, to emphasize his second point.
It doesn't mean I'm gonna trash the traditions of the art of Puroresu.
And….
Hammerstein adds his ring finger to the other two, showing his third point.
It doesn't mean that I'm lookin to disrespect those wrestlers, both native and Gaijin, that have paved the way.
Hammerstein puts his hand down, a smile on his face.
So what does it mean?
The Champion leans forward, his movements conveying a sense of aggression. He pulls his sunglasses off and tosses them to the side. He looks into the hard camera, as if he's looking directly into GRIM's eyes.
It means that I've earned the right to say that I'm the best goddamn fighter in Maximum Japan. That's something I've busted my ass to become since day damn one that I stepped foot in this company. I neither got nor needed anyone's help. I didn't need to spit green or red or black shit in my opponent's eyes. And I sure as hell didn't need to handcuff my opponent to the ring barricade to get a cheap countout win. All I had to do was out-fight him to the point that I broke his fighting spirit.
And that's just what I'm gonna do to ya, GRIM.
I don't give a good goddamn what ya are or claim to be. I'm gonna break your will. I'm gonna break your spirit. And if I get ya in the Hammersteiner, I might just break your neck.
Hammerstein grins, a sadistic gleam in his eye.
Ya can't run away me, and the Demon Brigade can't interfere. The lumberjacks’ll make sure of that. So, you're gonna have to outwrestle me if ya want this belt. But, if ya wanna fight dirty, and I hope ya do, then let's go. I know you'll do whatever ya gotta do to take this belt, but even your dead level worst won't match what I'll do to keep it.
GRIM, ya might belong to the Demon Brigade, but come Saturday night, you're gonna be dancin with the goddamn devil himself.
So welcome to hell.
Hammerstein picks up the MAX-J Championship belt and holds it high before he and Shelzi walk off the platform.