Post by HAMMERSTEIN on Sept 30, 2017 17:45:42 GMT
Queen City Anifest is in full swing. The mini-convention held to “celebrate all things nerdy” is indeed a celebration. The University of Regina RIC Atrium is packed with smiling faces, not only the convention goers, but also the vendors and presenters.
Among the revelers walks Jacob and Holly Hammerstein. Jacob has several bags filled with various toys and collectibles.
Hammie, do you really think the boys need more gifts from?
Babe, I told you I was gonna spoil those kiddos like they were our own, until we have our own. Speaking of our own kids...I saw a spot where we can sneak off to and work on makin some.
Holly punches him in the arm, a slightly embarrassed smile on her face.
Hammerstein’s smile fades a bit when he sees a convention goer walk by carrying a Jan van der Roost T-shirt.
Hey, kid. C’mere.
The teen walks over to Hammerstein.
Where'd you get that shirt, kid?
At the booth at the end on the right.
How much that rag set ya back?
Twenty dollars.
Hammerstein reaches into his pocket, pulls out a few bills, and hands them to the teen.
I'll give ya fifty for that one.
You got it,man.
The teen hands Hammerstein the shirt and takes the money.
Hey, man, can I have your auto…
Nope.
The Hammersteins walk away,leaving the boy standing there.
Jacob walks over to the booth that is selling the van der Roost shirts.
I should have known it would be you two. Did van der Roost put you up to this?
Captain Fizz and The Masked Guy put their hands up.
Just sell me all the Rooster shirts you got.
He pays for the shirts, then leans into the popular podcasters/announcers.
Oh yeah, one more thing. Your podcast sucks.
Hammerstein thumps The Masked Guy between the eye holes of his mask and knocks the Captain's cup over, filling the air with the aroma of pumpkin spice and alcohol.
A few moments later, Jacob and Holly walk out of the RIC Atrium, each carrying a case of van der Roost t-shirts.
What are you gonna do with these shirts, Hammie?
I got a plan.
**********
Jan van der Roost, as long as I can remember, you've tried to sell yourself as the good guy, the white hat wearing cowboy that won't let the bad guy break the rules. You've stuck your nose where it didn't belong over and over again, all under the guise of wanting to see fairplay and good sportsmanship win the day. But everyone knows it's a ruse, Rooster. You don't do it for any reason other than to keep your name out there in an attempt to stay relevant, you self serving sonofabitch. So when it aids your purpose, when it helps your brand, you put yourself into someone else’s business.
But when you stuck your nose in MY business….you made the biggest mistake of your life, pal.
I had every piece in place. I was ready to make my play. Then you had to ride in and “save” the day. You cost me the Estrel Medal. You cost me the chance to finally put a part of my past to rest. You didn't save THE day, you saved HER day, and you thought you were saving YOUR OWN day. You saw a better chance of beating her than me, so you decided to do the “right thing.”
Because that's how you operate. You play the role, doing “the right thing,” but only because it serves your endgame. You'll use anything and anybody you can to serve your purpose.
You even use your premature son in your promotional video, you sick bastard. And yet these idiot fans look past it, blindly cheering the corrupt sheriff of pro wrestling.
Well, Rooster, you may be the sheriff,but you're dealing with the equivalent of a goddamn Yakuza Oyabun.
You've inserted yourself somewhere you don't belong, and in Regina I'm going to remove you.
Jan van der Roost, you said that Winnipeg was the start of your last run, and that you didn't know how long that run would last.
I'm gonna tell you exactly when and where the run will end. It's gonna end Sunday night in Regina, Rooster, and it won't be pretty.
I'm gonna finish the job I started in Brandon. I'm gonna finish you once and for all, you washed up hack, and teach you to mind your own fucking business.
Among the revelers walks Jacob and Holly Hammerstein. Jacob has several bags filled with various toys and collectibles.
Hammie, do you really think the boys need more gifts from?
Babe, I told you I was gonna spoil those kiddos like they were our own, until we have our own. Speaking of our own kids...I saw a spot where we can sneak off to and work on makin some.
Holly punches him in the arm, a slightly embarrassed smile on her face.
Hammerstein’s smile fades a bit when he sees a convention goer walk by carrying a Jan van der Roost T-shirt.
Hey, kid. C’mere.
The teen walks over to Hammerstein.
Where'd you get that shirt, kid?
At the booth at the end on the right.
How much that rag set ya back?
Twenty dollars.
Hammerstein reaches into his pocket, pulls out a few bills, and hands them to the teen.
I'll give ya fifty for that one.
You got it,man.
The teen hands Hammerstein the shirt and takes the money.
Hey, man, can I have your auto…
Nope.
The Hammersteins walk away,leaving the boy standing there.
Jacob walks over to the booth that is selling the van der Roost shirts.
I should have known it would be you two. Did van der Roost put you up to this?
Captain Fizz and The Masked Guy put their hands up.
Just sell me all the Rooster shirts you got.
He pays for the shirts, then leans into the popular podcasters/announcers.
Oh yeah, one more thing. Your podcast sucks.
Hammerstein thumps The Masked Guy between the eye holes of his mask and knocks the Captain's cup over, filling the air with the aroma of pumpkin spice and alcohol.
A few moments later, Jacob and Holly walk out of the RIC Atrium, each carrying a case of van der Roost t-shirts.
What are you gonna do with these shirts, Hammie?
I got a plan.
**********
Jan van der Roost, as long as I can remember, you've tried to sell yourself as the good guy, the white hat wearing cowboy that won't let the bad guy break the rules. You've stuck your nose where it didn't belong over and over again, all under the guise of wanting to see fairplay and good sportsmanship win the day. But everyone knows it's a ruse, Rooster. You don't do it for any reason other than to keep your name out there in an attempt to stay relevant, you self serving sonofabitch. So when it aids your purpose, when it helps your brand, you put yourself into someone else’s business.
But when you stuck your nose in MY business….you made the biggest mistake of your life, pal.
I had every piece in place. I was ready to make my play. Then you had to ride in and “save” the day. You cost me the Estrel Medal. You cost me the chance to finally put a part of my past to rest. You didn't save THE day, you saved HER day, and you thought you were saving YOUR OWN day. You saw a better chance of beating her than me, so you decided to do the “right thing.”
Because that's how you operate. You play the role, doing “the right thing,” but only because it serves your endgame. You'll use anything and anybody you can to serve your purpose.
You even use your premature son in your promotional video, you sick bastard. And yet these idiot fans look past it, blindly cheering the corrupt sheriff of pro wrestling.
Well, Rooster, you may be the sheriff,but you're dealing with the equivalent of a goddamn Yakuza Oyabun.
You've inserted yourself somewhere you don't belong, and in Regina I'm going to remove you.
Jan van der Roost, you said that Winnipeg was the start of your last run, and that you didn't know how long that run would last.
I'm gonna tell you exactly when and where the run will end. It's gonna end Sunday night in Regina, Rooster, and it won't be pretty.
I'm gonna finish the job I started in Brandon. I'm gonna finish you once and for all, you washed up hack, and teach you to mind your own fucking business.