Post by Hammersteiner on May 28, 2019 21:17:10 GMT -5
You can't fire me, dammit!
Brian Shelzi slams his fist on the table of the living room of the Deluxe Palace Garden View Room in the Aman Tokyo luxury hotel. Hammerstein, who was seated across from his now ex-manager, leaned forward, anger in his eyes.
That's exactly what I'm doin. You're no goddamn different than Reece Kennedy was. He talked about building my brand and protecting my brand, but all he cared about was building and protecting his bank account. You're exactly the same.
Shelzi stands up and points at Hammerstein.
You need to remember who it was that got you to this point, you ungrateful bastard!
The American Monster stands up, walks over, and gets right in Shelzi's face.
Ya don't think I realize that? Ya manipulated the system to get to Eli, and I let my anger, and bitterness control me, and I let my addiction fuel that. That shit gnaws at me every fuckin day, the fact that the only reason I got a shot at Troy is because ya found a legal loophole.
Hammerstein's gaze narrows.
But I took that shot, and I made the most of it. I beat Troy, and I unified the titles. I did...not you. And since that day, I've been busting my ass to prove that I'm worthy of the title. I may not be the Champion this company deserves, but goddammit, I'm the Champion it's got, and I ain't lettin anything or anybody change that. So I suggest ya get the hell outta. Ya can take the elevator, ya can take the stairs, or ya can take the motherfuckin window. What's your pleasure?
Hammerstein steps aside, giving Shelzi a clear path to the door. The manager opens it and starts to walk out, but turns to his former client.
You know something? I think I liked you better as a fucking drunk.
Shelzi slams the door. Hammerstein walks over to the window, which offers a breathtaking view of the Tokyo skyline, but he can't enjoy the view after the exchange that had just occurred. Holly walks out of the bedroom, carrying their daughter, Zoey. She walks over and stands next to her husband.
Soooo, how ya doin?
Hammerstein can't help but smile at her playfully sarcastic question, but does not answer.
**********
Hammerstein and Sheik Spectre stand on either side of Sue Tsuboi, who has set up the interview spot in front of The PBJ Tokyo Arena.
Hello to all the fans! SUE2 here! Today I am with Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion Hammerstein and his partner for The Toukon Tag Team Tournament, Sheik Spectre. Sheik, you are facing the most formidable team of Shinjiro Nakama and Heartbreak Kanagawa. What is your strategy with your partner to win the match and the tournament?
Spectre looks at Tsuboi, mildly perturbed, holds up his barbed wire baseball bat, and ignites it. SUE2 jumps back with a little shriek as Spectre growls out something in Arabic before stomping off. Tsuboi turns to The Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion, who is grinning, quite amused at the goings on.
He's definitely got the gift of gab, right SUE2? You asked what our strategy was for this tag team tournament. It's simple. Whatever team gets put in front of us, we knock them the hell down….
Sue nods her head, but Hammerstein isn't done.
...and we get the draw of the night, because we got Nakama and Kanagawa first round.
Hammerstein rubs his hands together eagerly, his smile growing wider.
Nakama, if ya believe I'm a false champion like Cunningham tells ya, then we'll find out on June 15th. But on May 29th, me and you are gonna get a little taste of each other, and you're gonna find out that, regardless of the smoke that Cunningham blows up your kimono, there's only one standard-bearer for Puroresu in Max-J, and that's me, motherfucker.
And Kanagawa? Look here, cowboy. When ya get in the ring with me, that noise you'll be hearing won't be your spurs goin jingle jangle jingle, it'll be your teeth hittin the mat when I bust ya in your fuckin mouth.
One more thing. To all the other teams in this tournament, Sheik Spectre and The American Monster are tearing through all y'all on our way to kickin the hell outta GRIM and Hamada and takin those MAX-J World Tag Team Titles.
That's reality, not some storybook some bargain basement Elton John wants ya to believe.
With that, Hammerstein pats Sue on the shoulder and walks away.
Brian Shelzi slams his fist on the table of the living room of the Deluxe Palace Garden View Room in the Aman Tokyo luxury hotel. Hammerstein, who was seated across from his now ex-manager, leaned forward, anger in his eyes.
That's exactly what I'm doin. You're no goddamn different than Reece Kennedy was. He talked about building my brand and protecting my brand, but all he cared about was building and protecting his bank account. You're exactly the same.
Shelzi stands up and points at Hammerstein.
You need to remember who it was that got you to this point, you ungrateful bastard!
The American Monster stands up, walks over, and gets right in Shelzi's face.
Ya don't think I realize that? Ya manipulated the system to get to Eli, and I let my anger, and bitterness control me, and I let my addiction fuel that. That shit gnaws at me every fuckin day, the fact that the only reason I got a shot at Troy is because ya found a legal loophole.
Hammerstein's gaze narrows.
But I took that shot, and I made the most of it. I beat Troy, and I unified the titles. I did...not you. And since that day, I've been busting my ass to prove that I'm worthy of the title. I may not be the Champion this company deserves, but goddammit, I'm the Champion it's got, and I ain't lettin anything or anybody change that. So I suggest ya get the hell outta. Ya can take the elevator, ya can take the stairs, or ya can take the motherfuckin window. What's your pleasure?
Hammerstein steps aside, giving Shelzi a clear path to the door. The manager opens it and starts to walk out, but turns to his former client.
You know something? I think I liked you better as a fucking drunk.
Shelzi slams the door. Hammerstein walks over to the window, which offers a breathtaking view of the Tokyo skyline, but he can't enjoy the view after the exchange that had just occurred. Holly walks out of the bedroom, carrying their daughter, Zoey. She walks over and stands next to her husband.
Soooo, how ya doin?
Hammerstein can't help but smile at her playfully sarcastic question, but does not answer.
**********
Hammerstein and Sheik Spectre stand on either side of Sue Tsuboi, who has set up the interview spot in front of The PBJ Tokyo Arena.
Hello to all the fans! SUE2 here! Today I am with Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion Hammerstein and his partner for The Toukon Tag Team Tournament, Sheik Spectre. Sheik, you are facing the most formidable team of Shinjiro Nakama and Heartbreak Kanagawa. What is your strategy with your partner to win the match and the tournament?
Spectre looks at Tsuboi, mildly perturbed, holds up his barbed wire baseball bat, and ignites it. SUE2 jumps back with a little shriek as Spectre growls out something in Arabic before stomping off. Tsuboi turns to The Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion, who is grinning, quite amused at the goings on.
He's definitely got the gift of gab, right SUE2? You asked what our strategy was for this tag team tournament. It's simple. Whatever team gets put in front of us, we knock them the hell down….
Sue nods her head, but Hammerstein isn't done.
...and we get the draw of the night, because we got Nakama and Kanagawa first round.
Hammerstein rubs his hands together eagerly, his smile growing wider.
Nakama, if ya believe I'm a false champion like Cunningham tells ya, then we'll find out on June 15th. But on May 29th, me and you are gonna get a little taste of each other, and you're gonna find out that, regardless of the smoke that Cunningham blows up your kimono, there's only one standard-bearer for Puroresu in Max-J, and that's me, motherfucker.
And Kanagawa? Look here, cowboy. When ya get in the ring with me, that noise you'll be hearing won't be your spurs goin jingle jangle jingle, it'll be your teeth hittin the mat when I bust ya in your fuckin mouth.
One more thing. To all the other teams in this tournament, Sheik Spectre and The American Monster are tearing through all y'all on our way to kickin the hell outta GRIM and Hamada and takin those MAX-J World Tag Team Titles.
That's reality, not some storybook some bargain basement Elton John wants ya to believe.
With that, Hammerstein pats Sue on the shoulder and walks away.