Post by Hammerstein on Jan 27, 2018 21:44:17 GMT
Jacob and Holly Hammerstein sit in the Wolfgang Puck Steak restaurant inside the MGM Grand Detroit. Wednesday nights are generally busy, but tonight the restaurant has closed a little early at the request of the wrestler. As the couple sit sipping sparkling water, the wait staff brings their meal. For Hammerstein it's a 32 oz Wagyu Beef Tomahawk ribeye and Steamed Lobster Tail with Wild Mushrooms and Shishito Peppers in a Soy and Mirin glaze. For the expectant mother, a 14-ounce Ribeye, Oven-roasted Salmon, French Onion Soup, Yukon Gold Potato Puree, Three Cheese Mac and Cheese, Banana Cream Pie, and a Chocolate Milkshake personally prepared by the chef.
Hammerstein looks at Holly's meal and grins. Holly blushes and grins shyly.
You know I'm eating for at least two now.
Hammerstein shakes his head, smiling.
Two what? Defensive lineman?
Holly tosses her napkin at him, laughing. Hammerstein looks at her, all joking aside.
I can't remember a time when you've been more beautiful, Holly.
Holly smiles.
And I can't remember a time when you've been happier, Hammy. But I've got to ask. Are you sure about all the matches you're taking on? The way you got Dave chasing bookings, the baby or babies will be through grade school before you get a break.
Hammerstein brand slightly, then look seriously at his wife.
I told you that I was doing this to make sure that we can provide a better life for our kids than we, and especially I, had. That means I'm going to have to fight my ass off most of your pregnancy. But you know, one call from you, and I'll cancel all my bookings and stay home with you till you give birth and as long as you want after.
Holly washes down a bite of steak and looks down at her plate. Hammerstein notices her pensiveness.
What's wrong, Holly?
Holly lays her fork down.
Hammy, can you answer a question for me, honestly?
Do you really hate Honey? I mean, as much as you say you do? I know there's got to be some hate there. That's just how we are as wrestlers. But she seems so.... So.... Pure and innocent. I don't think she has a hurtful bone in her body.
Hammerstein puts his fork down.
I'd really rather not talk shop, especially about *ugh* Honey. But, I will for you. Do I hate Honey? I never really said I hated her. Honestly I don't know completely how I feel about her. I mean the whole attack after the ambulance match was to make an impact. And I think it worked.
Holly grins.
Yeah. It got you voted dick head of the year for 2017.
Hammerstein shakes his head and sighs.
Yeah. But it also got me in her head, empty as it is. I took her out then. Then I pinned her at Chapter Quince. And now I finish her at Hecho en Mexico.
But, Hammy, do you really want to finish her? I mean permanently?
Hammerstein takes Holly’s hand, looks deep into her eyes, and smiles.
As much as I want my next breath.
**********
Hammerstein sits, head bowed, in a small cage that is just big enough for him. The links of the cage have barbed wire wrapped around them. He raises his head, revealing a gauze pad covering the area around his left eye. His head cocked to the right, he grins like the Cheshire Cat. His voice is low, just below a whisper.
Hiiiii, Honey. It's your old pal Hammerstein.
Hammerstein pulls his hair back away from the gauze pad.
before you get too worried, Honey, this little boo boo won't keep me from our match.
You see, Honey, injuries happen in this sport. Whether it's a broken bone, a torn ligament, or recently enough for me, a second degree burn, they happen. As someone so aptly put it, ‘It ain't ballet.’
Injuries happen, Honey, and in our barbed wire cage match at Hecho en Mexico, the injuries are going to happen….a lot.
Honey, I don't know if you've even been in this type of match before. I know you've been talking to some guys who are well-versed in the Hardcore and Deathmatch world and I know you probably flashed those puppy dog eyes at them Or maybe you flash something else at them….
Hammerstein abruptly stop speaking in begins punching himself in the side of the head.
YOU'RE GETTING OFF TOPIC, GODDAMMIT! FOCUS! I SAID FOCUS!
He looks back into the camera, a sheepish smile on his face.
Sorry, got a little off topic for a second, but I'm back now. I know those guys may have told you a thing or two. They may have even taught you a thing or two. But when we step into the park wire cage at a Hecho en Mexico, it'll be like you stepped up from kindergarten to a Goddamn Master’s course. Because you can read about a match like this. You can even watch A Match like this. But until you're in a match like this Until you experience….
Hammerstein pulls his shirt off and slams himself back first into the barbed wire cage. The barbs dig into his skin, drawing blood.
THIS….and….
Hammerstein slams his forearms and biceps into the barbs, causing even more bleeding.
THIS ….and….
The American Monster rubs his torso across the cage, ripping his the skin on his pectorals across the barbs. Soon his chest is covered in blood. His chest heaves as he breathes.
THIS ….and….
Hammerstein slams his face into the cage, and rakes it back and forth across the barbed wire. The skin on Hammerstein's forehead begins to bleed. The hammer rubs the gauze paddle on the barbs, pulling it off and ripping into the model burnt flesh. Hammerstein lets out of growl pain as the healing skin is ripped off. He kneels again, looking to the sky, blood running down his neck. His breathing is heavy, almost to the point of panting.
This ….Honey. until you've experienced it first-hand, all the preparation, all the training, and all the bubble wrap can't prepare you.
For eye has not seen, nor ear heard, and neither has it entered into the heart of man the hell I have in store for you at Hecho en Mexico.
The barbed wire, unloved and unloving, will be strong like a virus on that cage, and woven like a web of lash and scourge through the links, brings us to our basest of instincts, Honey. Fences in barbed wire are normally designed to keep the predators away from the prey. But for us it locks the predator in with the prey, and it will become a death chamber.
Because a cage would be bad enough, Honey. But once they wrap it in The Devil's Rope, it becomes not just the side of your defeat. It becomes the side of your demise.
Hammerstein looks at Holly's meal and grins. Holly blushes and grins shyly.
You know I'm eating for at least two now.
Hammerstein shakes his head, smiling.
Two what? Defensive lineman?
Holly tosses her napkin at him, laughing. Hammerstein looks at her, all joking aside.
I can't remember a time when you've been more beautiful, Holly.
Holly smiles.
And I can't remember a time when you've been happier, Hammy. But I've got to ask. Are you sure about all the matches you're taking on? The way you got Dave chasing bookings, the baby or babies will be through grade school before you get a break.
Hammerstein brand slightly, then look seriously at his wife.
I told you that I was doing this to make sure that we can provide a better life for our kids than we, and especially I, had. That means I'm going to have to fight my ass off most of your pregnancy. But you know, one call from you, and I'll cancel all my bookings and stay home with you till you give birth and as long as you want after.
Holly washes down a bite of steak and looks down at her plate. Hammerstein notices her pensiveness.
What's wrong, Holly?
Holly lays her fork down.
Hammy, can you answer a question for me, honestly?
Do you really hate Honey? I mean, as much as you say you do? I know there's got to be some hate there. That's just how we are as wrestlers. But she seems so.... So.... Pure and innocent. I don't think she has a hurtful bone in her body.
Hammerstein puts his fork down.
I'd really rather not talk shop, especially about *ugh* Honey. But, I will for you. Do I hate Honey? I never really said I hated her. Honestly I don't know completely how I feel about her. I mean the whole attack after the ambulance match was to make an impact. And I think it worked.
Holly grins.
Yeah. It got you voted dick head of the year for 2017.
Hammerstein shakes his head and sighs.
Yeah. But it also got me in her head, empty as it is. I took her out then. Then I pinned her at Chapter Quince. And now I finish her at Hecho en Mexico.
But, Hammy, do you really want to finish her? I mean permanently?
Hammerstein takes Holly’s hand, looks deep into her eyes, and smiles.
As much as I want my next breath.
**********
Hammerstein sits, head bowed, in a small cage that is just big enough for him. The links of the cage have barbed wire wrapped around them. He raises his head, revealing a gauze pad covering the area around his left eye. His head cocked to the right, he grins like the Cheshire Cat. His voice is low, just below a whisper.
Hiiiii, Honey. It's your old pal Hammerstein.
Hammerstein pulls his hair back away from the gauze pad.
before you get too worried, Honey, this little boo boo won't keep me from our match.
You see, Honey, injuries happen in this sport. Whether it's a broken bone, a torn ligament, or recently enough for me, a second degree burn, they happen. As someone so aptly put it, ‘It ain't ballet.’
Injuries happen, Honey, and in our barbed wire cage match at Hecho en Mexico, the injuries are going to happen….a lot.
Honey, I don't know if you've even been in this type of match before. I know you've been talking to some guys who are well-versed in the Hardcore and Deathmatch world and I know you probably flashed those puppy dog eyes at them Or maybe you flash something else at them….
Hammerstein abruptly stop speaking in begins punching himself in the side of the head.
YOU'RE GETTING OFF TOPIC, GODDAMMIT! FOCUS! I SAID FOCUS!
He looks back into the camera, a sheepish smile on his face.
Sorry, got a little off topic for a second, but I'm back now. I know those guys may have told you a thing or two. They may have even taught you a thing or two. But when we step into the park wire cage at a Hecho en Mexico, it'll be like you stepped up from kindergarten to a Goddamn Master’s course. Because you can read about a match like this. You can even watch A Match like this. But until you're in a match like this Until you experience….
Hammerstein pulls his shirt off and slams himself back first into the barbed wire cage. The barbs dig into his skin, drawing blood.
THIS….and….
Hammerstein slams his forearms and biceps into the barbs, causing even more bleeding.
THIS ….and….
The American Monster rubs his torso across the cage, ripping his the skin on his pectorals across the barbs. Soon his chest is covered in blood. His chest heaves as he breathes.
THIS ….and….
Hammerstein slams his face into the cage, and rakes it back and forth across the barbed wire. The skin on Hammerstein's forehead begins to bleed. The hammer rubs the gauze paddle on the barbs, pulling it off and ripping into the model burnt flesh. Hammerstein lets out of growl pain as the healing skin is ripped off. He kneels again, looking to the sky, blood running down his neck. His breathing is heavy, almost to the point of panting.
This ….Honey. until you've experienced it first-hand, all the preparation, all the training, and all the bubble wrap can't prepare you.
For eye has not seen, nor ear heard, and neither has it entered into the heart of man the hell I have in store for you at Hecho en Mexico.
The barbed wire, unloved and unloving, will be strong like a virus on that cage, and woven like a web of lash and scourge through the links, brings us to our basest of instincts, Honey. Fences in barbed wire are normally designed to keep the predators away from the prey. But for us it locks the predator in with the prey, and it will become a death chamber.
Because a cage would be bad enough, Honey. But once they wrap it in The Devil's Rope, it becomes not just the side of your defeat. It becomes the side of your demise.