Post by Hammerstein on Apr 30, 2017 8:18:17 GMT
Thursday Night
April 27th, 2017
Toronto Pollo Hall
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Lion's Road’s Mane Event broadcast has just ended after a wild War Games match. Lion's Road trainers and staff are everywhere, helping those involved to the back. The team known as The People's Army stagger, bloody and defeated, into the locker room area, with team captain Jacob Hammerstein bringing up the rear.
Though he's hobbling slowly, one hand on the wall to support himself, he declines any help. He makes his way to his teammates, thanking them for fighting their hearts out, and apologizing for letting them down. As he is about to enter the locker room area, he sees someone speed walking up to him, waving.
Guerreros of Lucha backstage announcer/journalist Chory Silva.
Although he holds no animosity towards the announcer, Silva is probably the last person Hammerstein wants to see.
Silva: HAMMERSTEIN! HAMMERSTEIN! That was one of the most brutal matches I've seen! And in just three nights you've got a first round match in the Super Falcon Cup Tournament against another Lion's Road wrestler, Corey Cruelty.
Hammerstein puts his hand up to stop Silva, then uses the same hand to wipe the blood from his forehead.
Hammerstein: Nah, dude. At da Super Falcon Cup, only one dude is a Lion's Road’s dude, and dat's DIS dude.
Silva: Well, technically….
Hammerstein spits a mouthful of blood at the feet of Silva.
Hammerstein: Look, fuck technically, man. Corey’s contracted wit Lion’s Road, and he’s a champ here, but as far as GoL and da Super Falcon Cup go, he’s reppin Da UKWF. And after I'm done wit him, he gonna be reppin da damn Loss column.
Hammerstein slams the dressing room door behind him, leaving Silva looking down at his bloody shoes.
******
Friday Afternoon
April 28th, 2017
Fairmont Royal York
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Hammerstein busily packs his bags as Holly steps out of the bathroom, wearing a robe and a towel on her head.
Holly: So, ya headin out already?
Hammerstein hobbles over to his wife, kisses her, then hugs her tight.
Hammerstein: Not witout sayin goodbye ta my best girl.
Holly: Your BEST girl? I better be your ONLY girl, Jacob Hammerstein!
Holly slaps Jacob playfully on the butt, and Jacob over sells it like he took a punch to the face, falling on the bed. Holly flops down next to him.
Holly: So how's the leg, lover?
Hammerstein: Hurts, but nuttin I can't work tru. It ain't gonna stop me from whoopin Corey’s ass.
Holly looks at Jacob slightly confused.
Holly: I thought you and Corey were friends. I mean, I knew you guys weren't buddies, but I thought you guys respected each other at least.
Hammerstein sighs.
Hammerstein: I dunno, baby. I fought him twice not long after I started, and he beat my ass twice. He got my respect and I got his. But sumpin changed bout him. He ain’t da same guy he was. He’s sumpin different, and it ain't good.
******
Saturday Night
April 29th, 2017
The Labyrinth
Los Angeles, California
Hammerstein stands in the center of the GoL ring, leaning against the top rope. He’s wearing Lion's Road Pro Wrestling T-shirt, otherwise, he’s dressed in his normal ring gear of black, below the knee cargo shorts and black boots.
Ya know, when I found out dat da GoL had opened da doors for da Super Falcon Cup, I jumped at da chance to represent Lion's Road Pro. I coulda repped GoL, or Da UKWF. But I chose Lion's Road cause it's my home. I may roam da pro wrestlin world like Alexander Supertramp, but da road home is, was, and always will be Da Lion's Road. So I called up Da Chaos Dragon and I said, ‘Bro, count me in as reppin Da Lion's Road.’
I guess for a fat guy, I moved alot faster dan anybody figured, cause I started hearing dat somebody else from Lion's Road wanted ta be da representative:
Corey Cruelty.
You had messages sent ta me, askin, beggin,pleading for me ta let ya take my place and have me rep another company. I even got a message from a representative of dis company requestin me ta switch companies.
But, like I said, Lion's Road is my home.
Dey never done me wrong. Dey’ve given me opportunities ta become a better wrestler. And I did just dat. I earned my spot in every big match, every title match I've been in, but dey never closed a door to me.
So, of course, I shut dat shit down. I was reppin Da Road.
So den ya took ta da Twitter. Ya went from bein a fearless in-ring warrior ta bein a whiny little keyboard warrior, bitchin and moanin about bein disrespected because Lion's Road was sending me ta da Super Falcon Cup and not you. Ya said I was gonna disappoint Lion's Road. Ya down talked me and belittled da company.
Now I don't care bout ya badmouthin me. Better people dan you have, Corey, so it's whatever. But ta downtalk Lion's Road? Da company yo punk ass calls home? Da company dat gave ya da opportunity ta make a name fo yoself? Ya shittalk em? Yo ass would still be corrallin carts at da Target if dey wouldn't have took a chance on yo ass.
You changed Corey, and not fo da better.
Ya used ta be one bad dude.
Ya used ta be dat guy dat made people look past yo appearance and yo age, and see da young gun wit da heart of da warrior.
Ya used ta be dat guy dat didn't have ta take shortcuts ta get da win.
Ya used ta be a fightin champion
Used ta be.
Now you dat guy dat whines and cries about gettin disrespected.
Now you dat guy dat bitches and moans about bein slighted.
Now you dat guy dat has ta kick dudes in da balls ta get da advantage.
I used ta be dat guy dat didn't deserve da respect of his peers.
I used ta be dat guy everyone could overlook.
I used ta be da biggest joke in da sport.
Used ta be.
Now, some of da biggest and baddest names in da sport talk bout me wit respect, cause I earned dey respect in da ring.
Now, I ain't just some pudgy goofball wit weird hair and funny speech.
Now, I'm a goddam fighter.
Now, I'm a professional wrestler.
Corey, wit all yo Twitter whinin and cryin, ya remind me of some attention starved teenager yellin ‘All eyes on me! All eyes on me!’
Well don't you worry, baby boy, cause you got a set of eyes on ya. Da eyes of Da Hammer.
And now, dis match is bout more dan just da Super Falcon Cup. Don't get it twisted, cause winnin da tournament is da main goal, but I'm puttin another goal right up next ta dat one, and dat's to whip yo punk ass and teach ya ta respect yo home..
April 27th, 2017
Toronto Pollo Hall
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Lion's Road’s Mane Event broadcast has just ended after a wild War Games match. Lion's Road trainers and staff are everywhere, helping those involved to the back. The team known as The People's Army stagger, bloody and defeated, into the locker room area, with team captain Jacob Hammerstein bringing up the rear.
Though he's hobbling slowly, one hand on the wall to support himself, he declines any help. He makes his way to his teammates, thanking them for fighting their hearts out, and apologizing for letting them down. As he is about to enter the locker room area, he sees someone speed walking up to him, waving.
Guerreros of Lucha backstage announcer/journalist Chory Silva.
Although he holds no animosity towards the announcer, Silva is probably the last person Hammerstein wants to see.
Silva: HAMMERSTEIN! HAMMERSTEIN! That was one of the most brutal matches I've seen! And in just three nights you've got a first round match in the Super Falcon Cup Tournament against another Lion's Road wrestler, Corey Cruelty.
Hammerstein puts his hand up to stop Silva, then uses the same hand to wipe the blood from his forehead.
Hammerstein: Nah, dude. At da Super Falcon Cup, only one dude is a Lion's Road’s dude, and dat's DIS dude.
Silva: Well, technically….
Hammerstein spits a mouthful of blood at the feet of Silva.
Hammerstein: Look, fuck technically, man. Corey’s contracted wit Lion’s Road, and he’s a champ here, but as far as GoL and da Super Falcon Cup go, he’s reppin Da UKWF. And after I'm done wit him, he gonna be reppin da damn Loss column.
Hammerstein slams the dressing room door behind him, leaving Silva looking down at his bloody shoes.
******
Friday Afternoon
April 28th, 2017
Fairmont Royal York
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Hammerstein busily packs his bags as Holly steps out of the bathroom, wearing a robe and a towel on her head.
Holly: So, ya headin out already?
Hammerstein hobbles over to his wife, kisses her, then hugs her tight.
Hammerstein: Not witout sayin goodbye ta my best girl.
Holly: Your BEST girl? I better be your ONLY girl, Jacob Hammerstein!
Holly slaps Jacob playfully on the butt, and Jacob over sells it like he took a punch to the face, falling on the bed. Holly flops down next to him.
Holly: So how's the leg, lover?
Hammerstein: Hurts, but nuttin I can't work tru. It ain't gonna stop me from whoopin Corey’s ass.
Holly looks at Jacob slightly confused.
Holly: I thought you and Corey were friends. I mean, I knew you guys weren't buddies, but I thought you guys respected each other at least.
Hammerstein sighs.
Hammerstein: I dunno, baby. I fought him twice not long after I started, and he beat my ass twice. He got my respect and I got his. But sumpin changed bout him. He ain’t da same guy he was. He’s sumpin different, and it ain't good.
******
Saturday Night
April 29th, 2017
The Labyrinth
Los Angeles, California
Hammerstein stands in the center of the GoL ring, leaning against the top rope. He’s wearing Lion's Road Pro Wrestling T-shirt, otherwise, he’s dressed in his normal ring gear of black, below the knee cargo shorts and black boots.
Ya know, when I found out dat da GoL had opened da doors for da Super Falcon Cup, I jumped at da chance to represent Lion's Road Pro. I coulda repped GoL, or Da UKWF. But I chose Lion's Road cause it's my home. I may roam da pro wrestlin world like Alexander Supertramp, but da road home is, was, and always will be Da Lion's Road. So I called up Da Chaos Dragon and I said, ‘Bro, count me in as reppin Da Lion's Road.’
I guess for a fat guy, I moved alot faster dan anybody figured, cause I started hearing dat somebody else from Lion's Road wanted ta be da representative:
Corey Cruelty.
You had messages sent ta me, askin, beggin,pleading for me ta let ya take my place and have me rep another company. I even got a message from a representative of dis company requestin me ta switch companies.
But, like I said, Lion's Road is my home.
Dey never done me wrong. Dey’ve given me opportunities ta become a better wrestler. And I did just dat. I earned my spot in every big match, every title match I've been in, but dey never closed a door to me.
So, of course, I shut dat shit down. I was reppin Da Road.
So den ya took ta da Twitter. Ya went from bein a fearless in-ring warrior ta bein a whiny little keyboard warrior, bitchin and moanin about bein disrespected because Lion's Road was sending me ta da Super Falcon Cup and not you. Ya said I was gonna disappoint Lion's Road. Ya down talked me and belittled da company.
Now I don't care bout ya badmouthin me. Better people dan you have, Corey, so it's whatever. But ta downtalk Lion's Road? Da company yo punk ass calls home? Da company dat gave ya da opportunity ta make a name fo yoself? Ya shittalk em? Yo ass would still be corrallin carts at da Target if dey wouldn't have took a chance on yo ass.
You changed Corey, and not fo da better.
Ya used ta be one bad dude.
Ya used ta be dat guy dat made people look past yo appearance and yo age, and see da young gun wit da heart of da warrior.
Ya used ta be dat guy dat didn't have ta take shortcuts ta get da win.
Ya used ta be a fightin champion
Used ta be.
Now you dat guy dat whines and cries about gettin disrespected.
Now you dat guy dat bitches and moans about bein slighted.
Now you dat guy dat has ta kick dudes in da balls ta get da advantage.
I used ta be dat guy dat didn't deserve da respect of his peers.
I used ta be dat guy everyone could overlook.
I used ta be da biggest joke in da sport.
Used ta be.
Now, some of da biggest and baddest names in da sport talk bout me wit respect, cause I earned dey respect in da ring.
Now, I ain't just some pudgy goofball wit weird hair and funny speech.
Now, I'm a goddam fighter.
Now, I'm a professional wrestler.
Corey, wit all yo Twitter whinin and cryin, ya remind me of some attention starved teenager yellin ‘All eyes on me! All eyes on me!’
Well don't you worry, baby boy, cause you got a set of eyes on ya. Da eyes of Da Hammer.
And now, dis match is bout more dan just da Super Falcon Cup. Don't get it twisted, cause winnin da tournament is da main goal, but I'm puttin another goal right up next ta dat one, and dat's to whip yo punk ass and teach ya ta respect yo home..