Post by Hammersteiner on Jun 10, 2019 21:05:49 GMT -5
Jacob Hammerstein stands next to Sue Tsuboi in front of a wrestling ring at the MAXIMUM Dojo. The Undisputed World Champion is dressed in his usual black suit, dress shirt, and red tie, with sunglasses and his hair pulled back into a ponytail. He has a title draped across each shoulder. Tsuboi looks into the camera and smiles as she begins her interview.
Hammerstein, you have your biggest title defense, and stiffest challenge this Friday as you defend the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship against "The Mountain" Nakama. What are your thoughts as you prepare for your match?
Hammerstein takes the belts off his shoulders and drapes them over the middle rope so they are clearly visible between him and Tsuboi. He looks around at the dojo, a smile on his face.
First off, I'd like to thank President Banno for inviting me to take a tour of The MAXIMUM Dojo. It's a first class set up, where the stars of tomorrow are trained. Future champions will be coming from this Dojo.
The American Monster removes his sunglasses and sticks them in his pocket.
But that's for the future. The Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion of TODAY has the floor.
SUE2, There are a lot of contenders, and a lot of pretenders, running their mouths about the state of this company, and of me, its' Champion. People talking about how they, or their client, will be a much better Champion than me.
It's nothing new. I've been hearing it from the very beginning of my career.
They said that I should be doing something else. You're too out of shape to be a wrestler, you're too uncoordinated, You're not aesthetically pleasing enough.
You can't do this. You can't do that. You can't beat Irvine. You can't beat Frank Dylan James. You can't beat David Troy. You'll never be The World Heavyweight Champion.
And what did I do?
I went out there and I beat their asses any goddamn way. I went out there, and I won the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship.
Why?
Hammerstein pounds his fist on the ring apron as he continues.
Because I refuse to let anyone...ANYONE...define me, or tell me what I can do and I can't do. What I can accomplish and can't accomplish. This is my fuckin story and I’m gonna write it the way I wanna fuckin write it until the day they throw the dirt on me. No one else. Not Eli Buchanan, not The Demon Brigade, not Knight or Danielson, and especially not you, Nakama.
You're a big ol' boy, and I know you're gonna go out of your way to inflict massive amounts of pain on me. That's your standard operating procedure, victory through domination. The only problem with that is that you've never fought somebody that strategy doesn't work against. You've never fought somebody who, when ya bust them in the mouth, spits out the blood and maybe a few teeth, grins, and says 'C'MON, YA BIG SONOFABITCH! IS THAT ALL YA GOT?'
In short, you've never fought anybody like me.
I'll take your best shots, all you can dish out, and keep coming back for more. You're gonna whale away and whale away, and when you're done, when those big arms are filled with so much lactic acid that they burn like you've stuck them in the very pit of hell? That's when I'm just getting started. I'm gonna drag your ass out into the deep water, and you're gonna sink like the mountain you claim to be. And when you're gasping for air and panting like a goddamn dog, that's when I'm gonna hoist your big ass up and drop you on your head. That's when I'm gonna do something no one else has done here...I'm gonna pin you 1...2...3.
Because June the Fourteenth is not gonna be your day to win this Championship, not from me. I'm gonna stand toe to toe with you, I'm gonna stare you right in your face….and I'm gonna kick your goddamn ass.
And as Arnold Cunningham picks up the pile of pebbles that once was the Mountain, the rest of the MAXIMUM roster had better take notice. That goes for the AJ Knights, the Billy Danielsons, and the rest. You all can fight for the Number One Contender's Spot, there's only room for one King on the throne…
The American Monster grabs the championship belts and holds them over his head.
...and that's me, goddammit.
Fade.
Hammerstein, you have your biggest title defense, and stiffest challenge this Friday as you defend the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship against "The Mountain" Nakama. What are your thoughts as you prepare for your match?
Hammerstein takes the belts off his shoulders and drapes them over the middle rope so they are clearly visible between him and Tsuboi. He looks around at the dojo, a smile on his face.
First off, I'd like to thank President Banno for inviting me to take a tour of The MAXIMUM Dojo. It's a first class set up, where the stars of tomorrow are trained. Future champions will be coming from this Dojo.
The American Monster removes his sunglasses and sticks them in his pocket.
But that's for the future. The Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion of TODAY has the floor.
SUE2, There are a lot of contenders, and a lot of pretenders, running their mouths about the state of this company, and of me, its' Champion. People talking about how they, or their client, will be a much better Champion than me.
It's nothing new. I've been hearing it from the very beginning of my career.
They said that I should be doing something else. You're too out of shape to be a wrestler, you're too uncoordinated, You're not aesthetically pleasing enough.
You can't do this. You can't do that. You can't beat Irvine. You can't beat Frank Dylan James. You can't beat David Troy. You'll never be The World Heavyweight Champion.
And what did I do?
I went out there and I beat their asses any goddamn way. I went out there, and I won the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship.
Why?
Hammerstein pounds his fist on the ring apron as he continues.
Because I refuse to let anyone...ANYONE...define me, or tell me what I can do and I can't do. What I can accomplish and can't accomplish. This is my fuckin story and I’m gonna write it the way I wanna fuckin write it until the day they throw the dirt on me. No one else. Not Eli Buchanan, not The Demon Brigade, not Knight or Danielson, and especially not you, Nakama.
You're a big ol' boy, and I know you're gonna go out of your way to inflict massive amounts of pain on me. That's your standard operating procedure, victory through domination. The only problem with that is that you've never fought somebody that strategy doesn't work against. You've never fought somebody who, when ya bust them in the mouth, spits out the blood and maybe a few teeth, grins, and says 'C'MON, YA BIG SONOFABITCH! IS THAT ALL YA GOT?'
In short, you've never fought anybody like me.
I'll take your best shots, all you can dish out, and keep coming back for more. You're gonna whale away and whale away, and when you're done, when those big arms are filled with so much lactic acid that they burn like you've stuck them in the very pit of hell? That's when I'm just getting started. I'm gonna drag your ass out into the deep water, and you're gonna sink like the mountain you claim to be. And when you're gasping for air and panting like a goddamn dog, that's when I'm gonna hoist your big ass up and drop you on your head. That's when I'm gonna do something no one else has done here...I'm gonna pin you 1...2...3.
Because June the Fourteenth is not gonna be your day to win this Championship, not from me. I'm gonna stand toe to toe with you, I'm gonna stare you right in your face….and I'm gonna kick your goddamn ass.
And as Arnold Cunningham picks up the pile of pebbles that once was the Mountain, the rest of the MAXIMUM roster had better take notice. That goes for the AJ Knights, the Billy Danielsons, and the rest. You all can fight for the Number One Contender's Spot, there's only room for one King on the throne…
The American Monster grabs the championship belts and holds them over his head.
...and that's me, goddammit.
Fade.