Post by Hammerstein on Jan 27, 2017 4:38:41 GMT
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It was a picture that Hammerstein could not erase from his mind,even in the midst of a post-workout meditation session. Holly ‘Holly Guacamole’ Buchanan, the woman he loved, lay unconscious on the concrete floor, her limp body cradled in his arms.
Tears flowed down the affable wrestler's cheeks, a mix of concern, terror, and rage.
El Hijo de Pollo, who had just moments earlier laid her out with a brutal Ace Crusher, looked back at the pair with a laugh. Moments later Holly's brother, Eli Buchanan, would berate Hammerstein, casting all blame for the horrible incident on him.
‘Maybe it is all my fault,’ Hammerstein thinks to himself. Maybe none of this would have ever happened if he had not invited Holly to take a ringside seat. Hell, maybe he should never even have asked her out for New Year's Eve. Had they not went on that date, they would have not become a couple. None of this would have happened. He would never have confessed his feelings for her. She would not have reciprocated. Their love would have gone unrequited. No romantic dinners. No late nights spent in each other's arms, just enjoying holding each other. And, most importantly, no ringside seat for Holly at his match. He would have missed out on all the heartache of the past week.
But what happiness the would have missed, even in the few weeks since their first date. No matter how bad his day was, Holly could always bring a smile to his face. Whether it was a hug, a kiss, or even just a smile and a wink, she had a way of pushing the shadows away. She was truly the light of his life.
Hammerstein loved Holly.
He loved Holly more than he hated El Hijo de Pollo. He loved Holly more than he loved wrestling.
He loved Holly more than anything or anybody.
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The camera focuses on Sabrina sitting across from Hammerstein. The room is bare, except for the chairs and the GoL logo on a black wall behind them.
Sabrina: Coming up this weekend, Guerreros of Lucha presents Hecho en Mexico, and one of the feature matches pits GoL newcomers Dirk Dreslin and Anonimo against my guest at this time, fan favorite Hammerstein.
Hammerstein, 2017 is starting off with a bang in the GoL, and you're a big part of it. What are your thoughts on this match?
Hammerstein:
Well, first of all, I wanna tell all my amigos and amigas out dere, my GoL family, that I love ya all, and dat y'all some da best fans in da world. And when y'all show ya love and support for Da Hammer, whether y'all in da crowd or at home watchin in TV, I feel ya love and I give it back ta ya a hundred percent.
Now, Dirk Dreslin, my man, you come a long way, baby. You came from bein addicted ta some bad stuff, bro, ta bein one of da hottest stars in da sport today.
Now I know ya probably don't wanna dwell on yo addictions, and I won’t speak on yo addictions, bro, except ta say dat Da Hammer is proud of ya for whoopin em and gettin control on yoself.
But ya see, Dirk, Da Hammer got his own addictions, but dese ain't harmful at all. I got three addictions and I don't wanna get over dem.
I got an addiction for da fightin spirit of a sixteen year old kid named Luke dat's laid up in a hospital bed fightin cancer for all he's worth. For some reason, he contacted da Make-a-Wish Foundation and wanted ta meet me. Da doctors done told him dat dere's nuttin dey can do, but dat don't stop him from fightin. Da heart and soul he show pushes me ta keep fightin no matter how stacked da odds are against me.
And I got an addiction for da love of a beautiful young lady named Holly Buchanan. See, contrary ta popular belief, Da Hammer ain't da ladie’s man I come across as, ya dig? Dat’s cause my heart ain't been mine for over a year and a half. It belong to Holly, even when she didn't know it. She da most carin, beautiful woman around, and she could kick some serious fruit booty, too. When I'm wit Holly, I'm instantly a hundred percent better man den I was. Holly da best ting dat ever happened ta me, and I love her wit all my heart.
And I got an addiction dat encompasses both da other addictions, and dat's da love and respect of da people. When I'm gettin my fruit booty whooped and I don't tink Im'ma be able ta come back, dese people fill me wit dere love and wit dere support, and I feel da power of dere love, and I get stoked and I get da strength ta fight back. Dese people got a hold on my heart and soul. I'd do any ting for dese people and dey do any ting for me. Everting I've earned in da sport of professional wrestlin, I've earned because of da love and support of dese people, and I ain't gonna let dem down. When I say dese people are my people I mean it wit ever ounce of my bein.
Im ready and willin ta take da beatin of a lifetime for dese people, but I'm ready ta hand out da beatin of a lifetime, too.
Dirk, I hope you ready, bro.
Now, Anonimo, I gotta tell ya, bro, yo name was kinda tough for me ta figure out, but I'm not too good wit translationology. I thought for a minute dat ya were named after dat weird Japanese cartoon stuff, but Holly told me dat Anonimo was Spanish for Anonymous, and dat Anonymous meant dat your name meant ya didn't have a name.
I gotta admit, I'm still a little confused bout dat one.
Well, listen, bro, my Uncle Rufus used ta listen ta dis song by dis Jim Croce dude. He use ta listen to it over and over when he got drunk. Dere was one part of da song I remember:
I got a name.
I got a name, Anonimo, but it ain't da one my daddy gave me. Da one he gave me was sposed ta make me humiliated and ashamed cause I wasn’t a full blooded part of his tribe.
It ain't da one my Momma gave me, neither, cause I never knew my Momma, cause she got took away right after I was born. Her daddy, my grandpa, took her away, cause he couldn't handle da thought of his baby girl disgracin da family name by havin a bastard half breed kid.
I ain't seen my mom, ever, and I ain't seen my dad since I was 4. So for most a my childhood, I didn't have a name. I was ‘kid’ or ‘punk’ or whatever else da people around me felt like callin me.
But dat all changed when my uncle adopted me. He treated me like his son, and he gave me a name. Now I got a name, and it IS like what my daddy had. Not da sperm donor who helped make me, but da man who helped me become a man.
My name is Hammerstein.
And you and Dirk gonna remember dat name for a long time. Cause dat’s da name of da guy dat's gonna put y'all both down at Hecho en Mexico.
It was a picture that Hammerstein could not erase from his mind,even in the midst of a post-workout meditation session. Holly ‘Holly Guacamole’ Buchanan, the woman he loved, lay unconscious on the concrete floor, her limp body cradled in his arms.
Tears flowed down the affable wrestler's cheeks, a mix of concern, terror, and rage.
El Hijo de Pollo, who had just moments earlier laid her out with a brutal Ace Crusher, looked back at the pair with a laugh. Moments later Holly's brother, Eli Buchanan, would berate Hammerstein, casting all blame for the horrible incident on him.
‘Maybe it is all my fault,’ Hammerstein thinks to himself. Maybe none of this would have ever happened if he had not invited Holly to take a ringside seat. Hell, maybe he should never even have asked her out for New Year's Eve. Had they not went on that date, they would have not become a couple. None of this would have happened. He would never have confessed his feelings for her. She would not have reciprocated. Their love would have gone unrequited. No romantic dinners. No late nights spent in each other's arms, just enjoying holding each other. And, most importantly, no ringside seat for Holly at his match. He would have missed out on all the heartache of the past week.
But what happiness the would have missed, even in the few weeks since their first date. No matter how bad his day was, Holly could always bring a smile to his face. Whether it was a hug, a kiss, or even just a smile and a wink, she had a way of pushing the shadows away. She was truly the light of his life.
Hammerstein loved Holly.
He loved Holly more than he hated El Hijo de Pollo. He loved Holly more than he loved wrestling.
He loved Holly more than anything or anybody.
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The camera focuses on Sabrina sitting across from Hammerstein. The room is bare, except for the chairs and the GoL logo on a black wall behind them.
Sabrina: Coming up this weekend, Guerreros of Lucha presents Hecho en Mexico, and one of the feature matches pits GoL newcomers Dirk Dreslin and Anonimo against my guest at this time, fan favorite Hammerstein.
Hammerstein, 2017 is starting off with a bang in the GoL, and you're a big part of it. What are your thoughts on this match?
Hammerstein:
Well, first of all, I wanna tell all my amigos and amigas out dere, my GoL family, that I love ya all, and dat y'all some da best fans in da world. And when y'all show ya love and support for Da Hammer, whether y'all in da crowd or at home watchin in TV, I feel ya love and I give it back ta ya a hundred percent.
Now, Dirk Dreslin, my man, you come a long way, baby. You came from bein addicted ta some bad stuff, bro, ta bein one of da hottest stars in da sport today.
Now I know ya probably don't wanna dwell on yo addictions, and I won’t speak on yo addictions, bro, except ta say dat Da Hammer is proud of ya for whoopin em and gettin control on yoself.
But ya see, Dirk, Da Hammer got his own addictions, but dese ain't harmful at all. I got three addictions and I don't wanna get over dem.
I got an addiction for da fightin spirit of a sixteen year old kid named Luke dat's laid up in a hospital bed fightin cancer for all he's worth. For some reason, he contacted da Make-a-Wish Foundation and wanted ta meet me. Da doctors done told him dat dere's nuttin dey can do, but dat don't stop him from fightin. Da heart and soul he show pushes me ta keep fightin no matter how stacked da odds are against me.
And I got an addiction for da love of a beautiful young lady named Holly Buchanan. See, contrary ta popular belief, Da Hammer ain't da ladie’s man I come across as, ya dig? Dat’s cause my heart ain't been mine for over a year and a half. It belong to Holly, even when she didn't know it. She da most carin, beautiful woman around, and she could kick some serious fruit booty, too. When I'm wit Holly, I'm instantly a hundred percent better man den I was. Holly da best ting dat ever happened ta me, and I love her wit all my heart.
And I got an addiction dat encompasses both da other addictions, and dat's da love and respect of da people. When I'm gettin my fruit booty whooped and I don't tink Im'ma be able ta come back, dese people fill me wit dere love and wit dere support, and I feel da power of dere love, and I get stoked and I get da strength ta fight back. Dese people got a hold on my heart and soul. I'd do any ting for dese people and dey do any ting for me. Everting I've earned in da sport of professional wrestlin, I've earned because of da love and support of dese people, and I ain't gonna let dem down. When I say dese people are my people I mean it wit ever ounce of my bein.
Im ready and willin ta take da beatin of a lifetime for dese people, but I'm ready ta hand out da beatin of a lifetime, too.
Dirk, I hope you ready, bro.
Now, Anonimo, I gotta tell ya, bro, yo name was kinda tough for me ta figure out, but I'm not too good wit translationology. I thought for a minute dat ya were named after dat weird Japanese cartoon stuff, but Holly told me dat Anonimo was Spanish for Anonymous, and dat Anonymous meant dat your name meant ya didn't have a name.
I gotta admit, I'm still a little confused bout dat one.
Well, listen, bro, my Uncle Rufus used ta listen ta dis song by dis Jim Croce dude. He use ta listen to it over and over when he got drunk. Dere was one part of da song I remember:
I got a name.
I got a name, Anonimo, but it ain't da one my daddy gave me. Da one he gave me was sposed ta make me humiliated and ashamed cause I wasn’t a full blooded part of his tribe.
It ain't da one my Momma gave me, neither, cause I never knew my Momma, cause she got took away right after I was born. Her daddy, my grandpa, took her away, cause he couldn't handle da thought of his baby girl disgracin da family name by havin a bastard half breed kid.
I ain't seen my mom, ever, and I ain't seen my dad since I was 4. So for most a my childhood, I didn't have a name. I was ‘kid’ or ‘punk’ or whatever else da people around me felt like callin me.
But dat all changed when my uncle adopted me. He treated me like his son, and he gave me a name. Now I got a name, and it IS like what my daddy had. Not da sperm donor who helped make me, but da man who helped me become a man.
My name is Hammerstein.
And you and Dirk gonna remember dat name for a long time. Cause dat’s da name of da guy dat's gonna put y'all both down at Hecho en Mexico.