Post by Jack Lockhart on Aug 3, 2013 8:03:43 GMT
The scene would slowly come into view. Darkness fading from your screens would expose the explosion of color that is reality. The purest of whites would cover the walls all around them and the ceiling above. A light blue carpet would cover the floor in its entirety. Lights slightly dimmed, as to not to have them at an uncomfortable brightness.
Footsteps would bring the man closer and closer to a particular door, one of the several that were strategically placed in different locations, each with their own individual number. Eventually, he would reach the front of that door. Bringing his arm up, he would ball his fist, knocking onto the solid wood of the door. Taking but a single step back, the man behind the camera would patiently await the answer from the other side.
A few moments later, inaudible words would be heard from behind the door. The sound of clicking would be heard as that door swung inwards, revealing a young man. His long dark blone hair tied into a pony tail. Lower half covered with a pair of slightly faded silver denim jeans. That torso of his would be bared, revealing a toned torso. Upon seeing the cameraman, that oh so familiar smirk would grow across the features of the man.
The Cult like...Figuratively and Literally...and most Estrange Superstar in Imperial Wrestling Federation today...The Future IWF Heavyweight Champion...YOUR Messiah...JackHammer! Bringing his right arm up, he would press his hand against the frame of the door, leaning into it slightly. Those lips of his would slowly part, the words that he spoke better than anyone else would begin to slip free from the depths of his soul.
” Well I'll be the devil himself, or maybe just I am the devil himself. How long's it been since the masses...the users have heard my philosophical words and took as the gospel truth? Never mind that, cause we know the answer, however come in, I was just watching the news. There's a story that's about how someone is a lost soul, a wanderer, someone needing guidance in this world, and maybe...JUST MAYBE, I'm the guidance that poor soul needs.“ Speaking those words, JackHammer would laugh out, simply stepping to the side, holding the door open for the man holding the camera.
The Cameraman walking into the room, JackHammer would let the door close behind them. Walking forward, he would motion his head towards that television. Right away, a rather cute older woman would be seated behind a desk. Looking down at her papers, she would allow her eyes to move back up, looking into the lens of the camera that pointed at her.
” We now have a breaking news story. We'll now send you on scene to the incident. “
The picture on the television set would switch over, revealing a young man who stood outside a rather busy intersection in the road. This young man would look uncannily similar to JackHammer himself, all the way down to that smirk of his. That man would part his lips, speaking aloud.
” This just in, Alex Jones & Jake Keeton are self-obsessed, over hyped, boring as all holy hell, pretentious lost souls who needs guidance back down to reality. Back to you Amy. “
After that, JackHammer would grab the remote off of the bed, pressing the Power button as the television screen went black. Tossing it back onto the bed, careful not to hit the sleeping figure in the bed. Turning his attention back to the man holding the camera, JackHammer would motion to the man to follow him.
Making his exit from the room, the Cameraman would follow him out of the room. Closing the door behind them, JackHammer would begin to make his way down that long hall. Opting to take the stairs rather than the simplicity of the elevator, He would reach for a lantern and turn the knob on the side slowly lighting up the stairs, JackHammer would begin to speak as they went down those stairs.
” It's been a damn long time since I've been able to fight in front of an Imeprial Wrestling Federation crowd. Too long really. But now we're back, YOUR Messiah has returned and is stronger then ever. I get the chance to do what I love more than anything else in the entire world. I get to make a lost soul see the light of salvation, through the power of the most powerful drug there is in this world. That drug is the truth, the truth...THE TRUTH that everyone fails to see. Talking -Censored Stuff- about the lies that the world and the people like Alex Jones and Jake Keeton want to try to shelter you from cause they themself are afraid of that very truth. But more importantly, I get to prove that, Heroes Also Die. “
“ Any chance I get to do this simply elates me. You know what else elates me, Alex and Jake? Listening to you two jokers, spew about your damnation and your pain. First off, how many times must the world know of your pain. Nobody gives a flying rat's a*s about poor mommy and daddy, who abandoned you and left you defend for yourself, but I....JackHammer, can bring you protection you need, I can give you the guidance, you so desperately long for, all you need to do is become my user, my brother all in the name of a cause that will make people wake up...WAKE UP! Wake Up and see that the truth is right in front of them. Nobody gives a damn about the politics or hardships you've had to endure. It was your fault that you couldn't just say I need guidance. “
“ Each and every time you speak, it seems, you just continue to spew out these mindless, thoughtless, really remedial words. There was one thing you say that I agree with. Nothing has changed. Some of these deniers and sheep are still the same boring a*s, overrated, second rate, fu*king sh*t. It's as simple as that, Alex and Jake. That's just how things are, I don't know what else to tell you on the subject. “
“ As for your my whereabouts? I have not spent my many days off listening to Grunge, hanging out at Starbucks and working in Backyard Companies. I have been taking the deniers and the non-believers and showing them the way of the truth. I've been spreading my gospel to guys and gals who would make you wake up, Alex and Jake.....WAKE UP ALEX AND JAKE! And see that everything is alright through my eyes and my thoughts. I have reached a higher peak in this business and in my mind than you could ever hope to reach. You see, this business is my life and I'm sorry if I offend anyone by this, but as much as I love Imperial Wrestling Federation I wasn't just going to sit around here forever spreading my words and gospel here no...no....no. I'd be an idiot if I were to have done that. I'd be...you if I did that. “
Looking to the lens of the camera, JackHammer simply shrug his shoulders a bit, laughing out slightly. Finishing up that trek down those stairs, the two of them would walk through the lobby of the hotel. Another few steps would lead them through those metallic lined glass double doors. The bright sunny day would cause JackHammer to cringe upon seeing it. Shaking his head slightly, he waits a moment or two to get adjusted to the change in the light.
Finally adjusted to it, he reopens his eyes. The two of them returning to their trek, he would take the lead, walking down the long concrete sidewalk.
” You can seize this day all you'd like Alex and Jake, that's fine. I'll simply just snatch it away from you just like I did my other opponents of the past, but at the Sacrifice I will show you the way through me kicking your a*s as I team up with Deathtrain and then just when you think you can't take anymore and it's time for you to see the light, I'll give you a hit of this FAVORITE drug. Based on my track record, I am one of the most capable, most willful, most dominating men to ever step into an IWF ring. Nobody is saying I can beat you, but I know I can. I will beat you this Monday. Nobody says I can be the World Champion. But I will. Something you will never accomplish here, Alex and Jake. “
Another slight shrug given from JackHammer as he would reach down into the pockets of those jeans. Pulling out that pack of little cigars and white Bic lighter, he plucked a single cigar from the pack. Placing it between his lips, he would light the tip of it, inhaling a lungful of that cooling smoke. Returning the two objects to their resting place within his pocket, he would turn his head back to look towards the camera.
That cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth, nearly invisible trails of smoke began to ever so gently float up, eventually dissipating within the air around them. That oh so confident smirk began to grow across the features of JackHammer once more. Taking another hit off of that smoldering cigar, he snatched it from between his lips, allowing those arms of his to extend outwards, presenting himself seemingly.
” A quick tip, Alex and Jake. You should forget all you thought you knew about me, a man who you could never compare to and spend time trying to figure out the man you are going to face because I am the best thing around at this time. Nobody gave or gives a damn about you, Alex Jones and Jake Keeton. Especially Your Messiah, a man of my caliber who wouldn't even consider you a nuisance on the level of a gnat. “
“ You're not as scary as you think you are, Alex and Jake. You see, only you would think about getting high on violence and complete destruction. I'm not heroin...meth...crack. What I am is simple. I am YOUR Messiah. That's something you just can't seem to grasp. With your utter hatred and rage, you've failed to see that I have always been my own man. I have never walked in another man's shadow, I am the Messiah. “
“ I didn't walk in any man's shadow...I didn't walk with hate and rage...and I'm damn sure not going to walk in your shadow. But there is one thing I know. There is a sense of inevitably about our upcoming match. It is the end of your beginning. I've got a win against you and I can feel it. “
“ Nothing you say or think is going to change it. It will only bring doubt to you, and I will then show you the real monster, Alex and Jake. The both of us simply will do what it takes to win. Real great accomplishment for one of us, Alex and Jake. But as for Monday night...this match is going to be something I'm going to enjoy. I'm going to get into the ring with you and show you just what a little fu*k tard you are. I'm going to attack those ribs of yours, hopefully cracking or even breaking a few of them in the process. “
“ Then you know what I'm going to do Alex and Jake? I'm going to knock you on your ass, where you belong. Then...I'm going to hit those ropes and bolt across that ring like nothing you've ever seen before. And before you even have the chance to bat those beady little eyes of yours? I'm going to drive my boot right between your eyes and knock you the fu*k out, Alex and Jake. Because that's what I do. I don't bore the audience like you do, trying to wear down an opponent enough to make them tap out to one of your little pissant power moves. “
“ I get right up in your face and I beat the holy hell out of you. But as for you? Do I really think I can beat you? Hell yes. I know for a fact I can beat you, Alex Jones and Jake Keeton. I can feel it and I have seen it in my dreams and my thoughts. And I'm going to do it in reality. I've spent the last few months honing my craft and spreading my gospel. I've gotten better than I've ever been before and this Monday I'm going to show you the fruits of my labor. I'll see you in the ring you little bi*ches “
Nodding his head up and down ever so slowly, he brings that arm of his back up, placing the cigar between his lips. Taking a rather long drag off of it, he would pluck it free. Bringing his head up, the smoke rolling free from the depths of his lungs before floating gracefully from those smirking lips of his.
The scene eneds. Fade to black.................................
Footsteps would bring the man closer and closer to a particular door, one of the several that were strategically placed in different locations, each with their own individual number. Eventually, he would reach the front of that door. Bringing his arm up, he would ball his fist, knocking onto the solid wood of the door. Taking but a single step back, the man behind the camera would patiently await the answer from the other side.
A few moments later, inaudible words would be heard from behind the door. The sound of clicking would be heard as that door swung inwards, revealing a young man. His long dark blone hair tied into a pony tail. Lower half covered with a pair of slightly faded silver denim jeans. That torso of his would be bared, revealing a toned torso. Upon seeing the cameraman, that oh so familiar smirk would grow across the features of the man.
The Cult like...Figuratively and Literally...and most Estrange Superstar in Imperial Wrestling Federation today...The Future IWF Heavyweight Champion...YOUR Messiah...JackHammer! Bringing his right arm up, he would press his hand against the frame of the door, leaning into it slightly. Those lips of his would slowly part, the words that he spoke better than anyone else would begin to slip free from the depths of his soul.
” Well I'll be the devil himself, or maybe just I am the devil himself. How long's it been since the masses...the users have heard my philosophical words and took as the gospel truth? Never mind that, cause we know the answer, however come in, I was just watching the news. There's a story that's about how someone is a lost soul, a wanderer, someone needing guidance in this world, and maybe...JUST MAYBE, I'm the guidance that poor soul needs.“ Speaking those words, JackHammer would laugh out, simply stepping to the side, holding the door open for the man holding the camera.
The Cameraman walking into the room, JackHammer would let the door close behind them. Walking forward, he would motion his head towards that television. Right away, a rather cute older woman would be seated behind a desk. Looking down at her papers, she would allow her eyes to move back up, looking into the lens of the camera that pointed at her.
” We now have a breaking news story. We'll now send you on scene to the incident. “
The picture on the television set would switch over, revealing a young man who stood outside a rather busy intersection in the road. This young man would look uncannily similar to JackHammer himself, all the way down to that smirk of his. That man would part his lips, speaking aloud.
” This just in, Alex Jones & Jake Keeton are self-obsessed, over hyped, boring as all holy hell, pretentious lost souls who needs guidance back down to reality. Back to you Amy. “
After that, JackHammer would grab the remote off of the bed, pressing the Power button as the television screen went black. Tossing it back onto the bed, careful not to hit the sleeping figure in the bed. Turning his attention back to the man holding the camera, JackHammer would motion to the man to follow him.
Making his exit from the room, the Cameraman would follow him out of the room. Closing the door behind them, JackHammer would begin to make his way down that long hall. Opting to take the stairs rather than the simplicity of the elevator, He would reach for a lantern and turn the knob on the side slowly lighting up the stairs, JackHammer would begin to speak as they went down those stairs.
” It's been a damn long time since I've been able to fight in front of an Imeprial Wrestling Federation crowd. Too long really. But now we're back, YOUR Messiah has returned and is stronger then ever. I get the chance to do what I love more than anything else in the entire world. I get to make a lost soul see the light of salvation, through the power of the most powerful drug there is in this world. That drug is the truth, the truth...THE TRUTH that everyone fails to see. Talking -Censored Stuff- about the lies that the world and the people like Alex Jones and Jake Keeton want to try to shelter you from cause they themself are afraid of that very truth. But more importantly, I get to prove that, Heroes Also Die. “
“ Any chance I get to do this simply elates me. You know what else elates me, Alex and Jake? Listening to you two jokers, spew about your damnation and your pain. First off, how many times must the world know of your pain. Nobody gives a flying rat's a*s about poor mommy and daddy, who abandoned you and left you defend for yourself, but I....JackHammer, can bring you protection you need, I can give you the guidance, you so desperately long for, all you need to do is become my user, my brother all in the name of a cause that will make people wake up...WAKE UP! Wake Up and see that the truth is right in front of them. Nobody gives a damn about the politics or hardships you've had to endure. It was your fault that you couldn't just say I need guidance. “
“ Each and every time you speak, it seems, you just continue to spew out these mindless, thoughtless, really remedial words. There was one thing you say that I agree with. Nothing has changed. Some of these deniers and sheep are still the same boring a*s, overrated, second rate, fu*king sh*t. It's as simple as that, Alex and Jake. That's just how things are, I don't know what else to tell you on the subject. “
“ As for your my whereabouts? I have not spent my many days off listening to Grunge, hanging out at Starbucks and working in Backyard Companies. I have been taking the deniers and the non-believers and showing them the way of the truth. I've been spreading my gospel to guys and gals who would make you wake up, Alex and Jake.....WAKE UP ALEX AND JAKE! And see that everything is alright through my eyes and my thoughts. I have reached a higher peak in this business and in my mind than you could ever hope to reach. You see, this business is my life and I'm sorry if I offend anyone by this, but as much as I love Imperial Wrestling Federation I wasn't just going to sit around here forever spreading my words and gospel here no...no....no. I'd be an idiot if I were to have done that. I'd be...you if I did that. “
Looking to the lens of the camera, JackHammer simply shrug his shoulders a bit, laughing out slightly. Finishing up that trek down those stairs, the two of them would walk through the lobby of the hotel. Another few steps would lead them through those metallic lined glass double doors. The bright sunny day would cause JackHammer to cringe upon seeing it. Shaking his head slightly, he waits a moment or two to get adjusted to the change in the light.
Finally adjusted to it, he reopens his eyes. The two of them returning to their trek, he would take the lead, walking down the long concrete sidewalk.
” You can seize this day all you'd like Alex and Jake, that's fine. I'll simply just snatch it away from you just like I did my other opponents of the past, but at the Sacrifice I will show you the way through me kicking your a*s as I team up with Deathtrain and then just when you think you can't take anymore and it's time for you to see the light, I'll give you a hit of this FAVORITE drug. Based on my track record, I am one of the most capable, most willful, most dominating men to ever step into an IWF ring. Nobody is saying I can beat you, but I know I can. I will beat you this Monday. Nobody says I can be the World Champion. But I will. Something you will never accomplish here, Alex and Jake. “
Another slight shrug given from JackHammer as he would reach down into the pockets of those jeans. Pulling out that pack of little cigars and white Bic lighter, he plucked a single cigar from the pack. Placing it between his lips, he would light the tip of it, inhaling a lungful of that cooling smoke. Returning the two objects to their resting place within his pocket, he would turn his head back to look towards the camera.
That cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth, nearly invisible trails of smoke began to ever so gently float up, eventually dissipating within the air around them. That oh so confident smirk began to grow across the features of JackHammer once more. Taking another hit off of that smoldering cigar, he snatched it from between his lips, allowing those arms of his to extend outwards, presenting himself seemingly.
” A quick tip, Alex and Jake. You should forget all you thought you knew about me, a man who you could never compare to and spend time trying to figure out the man you are going to face because I am the best thing around at this time. Nobody gave or gives a damn about you, Alex Jones and Jake Keeton. Especially Your Messiah, a man of my caliber who wouldn't even consider you a nuisance on the level of a gnat. “
“ You're not as scary as you think you are, Alex and Jake. You see, only you would think about getting high on violence and complete destruction. I'm not heroin...meth...crack. What I am is simple. I am YOUR Messiah. That's something you just can't seem to grasp. With your utter hatred and rage, you've failed to see that I have always been my own man. I have never walked in another man's shadow, I am the Messiah. “
“ I didn't walk in any man's shadow...I didn't walk with hate and rage...and I'm damn sure not going to walk in your shadow. But there is one thing I know. There is a sense of inevitably about our upcoming match. It is the end of your beginning. I've got a win against you and I can feel it. “
“ Nothing you say or think is going to change it. It will only bring doubt to you, and I will then show you the real monster, Alex and Jake. The both of us simply will do what it takes to win. Real great accomplishment for one of us, Alex and Jake. But as for Monday night...this match is going to be something I'm going to enjoy. I'm going to get into the ring with you and show you just what a little fu*k tard you are. I'm going to attack those ribs of yours, hopefully cracking or even breaking a few of them in the process. “
“ Then you know what I'm going to do Alex and Jake? I'm going to knock you on your ass, where you belong. Then...I'm going to hit those ropes and bolt across that ring like nothing you've ever seen before. And before you even have the chance to bat those beady little eyes of yours? I'm going to drive my boot right between your eyes and knock you the fu*k out, Alex and Jake. Because that's what I do. I don't bore the audience like you do, trying to wear down an opponent enough to make them tap out to one of your little pissant power moves. “
“ I get right up in your face and I beat the holy hell out of you. But as for you? Do I really think I can beat you? Hell yes. I know for a fact I can beat you, Alex Jones and Jake Keeton. I can feel it and I have seen it in my dreams and my thoughts. And I'm going to do it in reality. I've spent the last few months honing my craft and spreading my gospel. I've gotten better than I've ever been before and this Monday I'm going to show you the fruits of my labor. I'll see you in the ring you little bi*ches “
Nodding his head up and down ever so slowly, he brings that arm of his back up, placing the cigar between his lips. Taking a rather long drag off of it, he would pluck it free. Bringing his head up, the smoke rolling free from the depths of his lungs before floating gracefully from those smirking lips of his.
The scene eneds. Fade to black.................................
Well howdy there pardner.