Post by HAMMERSTEIN on Oct 14, 2017 19:30:42 GMT
Hammerstein stands in front of greenscreen in the multimedia control center of Buck-U Productions Toronto Headquarters. On the monitors he appears to be standing in front of the BUCK-U CUP/POLLO ESTREL CHAMPIONSHIP SERIES.
Jan van der Roost, first things first. Keep my wife's name out of your mouth, or the next thing you'll have in it will be my fucking boot. But don't worry about our match, Rooster. From bell to bell, you got nothin to worry about. I got your back.
After? Well…..
Talia, Ursula, a rose by any other name still got her ass kicked by Hammerstein at the Asylum a few weeks ago. so... been there,done that, got the commemorative straight-jacket.
Blaise Fader, trust me honey, I've got nothing but love for you. We both came up the hard way, people judging us by their bullshit standards. We both kicked this sport’s ass even though we didn't look like Muscle and Fitness cover models or that we can't do forty backflips or bash people's brains out with barbed wire covered baseball bats like we some wannabe Negan.
We got to this level that by working hard, persevering, and not giving a damn about what anybody else thought about us. I respect you above everybody in this match, this series, hell, I respect in this sport, based solely on your work ethic.
So now, to hear you talking about how I've changed and how, by extension, my work ethic has changed, well, it kind of pisses me off. The fact that I partake in a little chair to head communication doesn't take away from the fact that there is not one harder working son of a bitch in professional wrestling than me. This business is all about breaking your ass to survive and thrive. The fact a dinosaur like Jan van der Roost is still around long after he should have retired speaks to his work ethic. And Blaise, the fact that you have accomplished everything that you have is a testament to your work ethic.
But do not and I repeat DO NOT dare to call my work ethic into question. When they say this business is built on blood sweat and tears, there is no better example than me. I have busted my fucking ass for this sport. I have bled, I have sweat, I have cried, I have paid the goddamn price, and may I say a higher price than what a lot of the big names out there right now have paid.
So don't make the fatal mistake of questioning my work ethic or what I'm willing to do to win. You saw last week what I did to van der Roost, and this week I’m his tag team partner. This week I'm putting all of that to the side to take you two out. Because I am a PROFESSIONAL wrestler. This is not just a sport to me. This is not just the thing I love to do more than anything else in the world. This is also a business. This is MY business. I can't just walk away from this and get a job doin somethin else. I don't wrestle on the weekends and certain days during the week and hold down a nine-to-fiver somewhere else. This is it! This is all I have! This is what puts food on the table, a roof over mine and Holly’s heads, and one day, God willing, provides a better life for the family that Holly and I want to build.
So, Blaise, if I have to pick you up and drop you right on your head to drive that point home, I'll do it with no hesitation and no regrets. I did it to your partner. Hell, I did it to MY partner. So respect or no respect, I got no problem doing it to you too.
And Anna, I know that the powers that be appointed you special referee to gain ratings for the Bucking Finale, and that's fine. But make no mistake about it, you had better call it down the middle and I mean RIGHT down the middle, because the first time you step out of line, ref or no ref, I'll drop you on that empty little head of yours, too.
I'm putting you all on notice. Fader, van der Roost, Talia, even Edwards, and Matthews. You're all dead right. I have changed. The old Jacob Hammerstein is gone. All that's left is the American Monster, and you all gotta deal with me now.
Jan van der Roost, first things first. Keep my wife's name out of your mouth, or the next thing you'll have in it will be my fucking boot. But don't worry about our match, Rooster. From bell to bell, you got nothin to worry about. I got your back.
After? Well…..
Talia, Ursula, a rose by any other name still got her ass kicked by Hammerstein at the Asylum a few weeks ago. so... been there,done that, got the commemorative straight-jacket.
Blaise Fader, trust me honey, I've got nothing but love for you. We both came up the hard way, people judging us by their bullshit standards. We both kicked this sport’s ass even though we didn't look like Muscle and Fitness cover models or that we can't do forty backflips or bash people's brains out with barbed wire covered baseball bats like we some wannabe Negan.
We got to this level that by working hard, persevering, and not giving a damn about what anybody else thought about us. I respect you above everybody in this match, this series, hell, I respect in this sport, based solely on your work ethic.
So now, to hear you talking about how I've changed and how, by extension, my work ethic has changed, well, it kind of pisses me off. The fact that I partake in a little chair to head communication doesn't take away from the fact that there is not one harder working son of a bitch in professional wrestling than me. This business is all about breaking your ass to survive and thrive. The fact a dinosaur like Jan van der Roost is still around long after he should have retired speaks to his work ethic. And Blaise, the fact that you have accomplished everything that you have is a testament to your work ethic.
But do not and I repeat DO NOT dare to call my work ethic into question. When they say this business is built on blood sweat and tears, there is no better example than me. I have busted my fucking ass for this sport. I have bled, I have sweat, I have cried, I have paid the goddamn price, and may I say a higher price than what a lot of the big names out there right now have paid.
So don't make the fatal mistake of questioning my work ethic or what I'm willing to do to win. You saw last week what I did to van der Roost, and this week I’m his tag team partner. This week I'm putting all of that to the side to take you two out. Because I am a PROFESSIONAL wrestler. This is not just a sport to me. This is not just the thing I love to do more than anything else in the world. This is also a business. This is MY business. I can't just walk away from this and get a job doin somethin else. I don't wrestle on the weekends and certain days during the week and hold down a nine-to-fiver somewhere else. This is it! This is all I have! This is what puts food on the table, a roof over mine and Holly’s heads, and one day, God willing, provides a better life for the family that Holly and I want to build.
So, Blaise, if I have to pick you up and drop you right on your head to drive that point home, I'll do it with no hesitation and no regrets. I did it to your partner. Hell, I did it to MY partner. So respect or no respect, I got no problem doing it to you too.
And Anna, I know that the powers that be appointed you special referee to gain ratings for the Bucking Finale, and that's fine. But make no mistake about it, you had better call it down the middle and I mean RIGHT down the middle, because the first time you step out of line, ref or no ref, I'll drop you on that empty little head of yours, too.
I'm putting you all on notice. Fader, van der Roost, Talia, even Edwards, and Matthews. You're all dead right. I have changed. The old Jacob Hammerstein is gone. All that's left is the American Monster, and you all gotta deal with me now.