Post by Robert Daniels on Dec 5, 2020 0:40:22 GMT -5
“Highway to Hell” by AC/DC plays as the new World Heavyweight Champion "The American Monster" Jacob Hammerstein walks out onto the entrance. He's dressed in an all black suit, complete with black shirt and tie. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and dark sunglasses cover his eyes. With the World Heavyweight Championship laying over his right shoulder. His stride is purposeful, and though his title victory is cause for celebration, he does not look to be in a celebratory mood. Graham Stevens hands him a microphone as he walks up the steps onto the ring apron. He enters the ring and walks directly to the center of the ring.
HAMMERSTEIN: Five minutes after I got back to the dressing room from defeating Jason Cashe for the World Heavyweight Championship, I called two people. The first person was my wife, Holly, because she means everything to me. The second person was Robb Daniels. Yeah, I know he was at the hospital getting stitched up, but he's called me when I've been in the same condition. I called to check on him, to see how he was doing and then I made a request. I made a request for time on this show to address the locker room and the Mainstream fanbase.
“Why did I call Robb Daniels and not Kevin Bombay? Because, regardless of what's said on TV, regardless what said on Twitter, and regardless of what said anywhere, Robb Daniels owns and runs this company.”
“So when I needed something I didn't go to Bombay, who's just a ing figurehead. He's a face on TV. He is a social media presence for this company. I went to the man who signs the damn paychecks and I asked him for this time, this time specifically, at the end of the show. The main event time slot for the damn main event player this company has been starving for since the day I left when this place was still Seattle Pro.”
Hammerstein pauses, letting his words sink in.
HAMMERSTEIN: For far too long, this belt has been mired in mediocrity, a prisoner in the hands that held it in their grasp.
“No more.”
“The past, I don't know, basically every World Heavyweight Champion after me let the standard for this company drop lower and lower.”
“No more.”
“Three and four month title reigns with only three or, at maximum, four defenses. Doing the minimum amount of work required to hold the title.”
“No more.”
“Champions who'd rather whine and impugn the worthiness of their challengers instead of stepping into this ring and putting that challenger down for the one, two, three.”
“No more.”
Hammerstein cast the hateful glance towards the camera, his next comments having a more direct aim.
HAMMERSTEIN: Champions who, when faced with adversity, cry, bitch, and moan about "made men," and "golden boys," who have the red carpet rolled out for them and are given the "hero's welcome."
“No more. Not while I'm holding this World Heavyweight Championship.”
Hammerstein holds the belt towards the camera.
HAMMERSTEIN: To hell with a group of guys running around calling themselves The Franchise.
The American Monster points forcefully at himself with his thumb.
HAMMERSTEIN: Your looking at the only damn Franchise this company has or needs.
“This company has been in need of a Champion...a TRUE Champion. Someone who not only holds the Championship, but who holds up the standard for this company.”
“Since it's change from Seattle Pro to Mainstream, this company has deserved a Standard Bearer. Someone that can stand before the entire professional wrestling world and have that world say, ‘That is a TRUE World Heavyweight Champion’.”
“It's something that Mainstream Wrestling has deserved, but has never had.”
Hammerstein surveys the arena, a look of disgust on his face.
HAMMERSTEIN: From the long and lackluster reign of the first official Mainstream World Heavyweight Champion, SILK, through the underwhelming back and forth hot potato title reigns of Mariano Fernandez and Billy Danielson, the unremarkable era of that sycophant AJ Morales, and, finally, the downright ing embarrassment that was Jason Cashe as Mainstream World Champion, this company has wallowed in its own mediocrity, devoid of a true Standard Bearer.
“The intensity of The Mainstream World Heavyweight Champion has grown until he can no longer contain it, and he cries out.”
HAMMERSTEIN: NO MORE!
Hammerstein bows his head. His heavy breathing is still audible, though the microphone is at his side. He slowly raises his head and brings the microphone to his lips.
HAMMERSTEIN: You can call this The Great Reset. This is the beginning of a new era in Mainstream Wrestling. This company now has a Champion….a Standard Bearer...that it can be proud of. This Championship….(holds the belt towards the camera)...is THE standard in this company….in this sport….I am Jacob Hammerstein….YOUR World Heavyweight Champion...
The American Monster points towards the locker room area.
HAMMERSTEIN: ...and if any of you think you can raise the standard higher than me, the line starts right here (draws a line in front of him with his foot). But remember one thing...you come at the King...you best not miss.
Hammerstein drops the microphone and, as Highway to Hell begins to play, walks over to the corner facing the locker room. He climbs to the middle turnbuckle and holds the Championship belt high in the air as the company signature is shown.
HAMMERSTEIN: Five minutes after I got back to the dressing room from defeating Jason Cashe for the World Heavyweight Championship, I called two people. The first person was my wife, Holly, because she means everything to me. The second person was Robb Daniels. Yeah, I know he was at the hospital getting stitched up, but he's called me when I've been in the same condition. I called to check on him, to see how he was doing and then I made a request. I made a request for time on this show to address the locker room and the Mainstream fanbase.
“Why did I call Robb Daniels and not Kevin Bombay? Because, regardless of what's said on TV, regardless what said on Twitter, and regardless of what said anywhere, Robb Daniels owns and runs this company.”
“So when I needed something I didn't go to Bombay, who's just a ing figurehead. He's a face on TV. He is a social media presence for this company. I went to the man who signs the damn paychecks and I asked him for this time, this time specifically, at the end of the show. The main event time slot for the damn main event player this company has been starving for since the day I left when this place was still Seattle Pro.”
Hammerstein pauses, letting his words sink in.
HAMMERSTEIN: For far too long, this belt has been mired in mediocrity, a prisoner in the hands that held it in their grasp.
“No more.”
“The past, I don't know, basically every World Heavyweight Champion after me let the standard for this company drop lower and lower.”
“No more.”
“Three and four month title reigns with only three or, at maximum, four defenses. Doing the minimum amount of work required to hold the title.”
“No more.”
“Champions who'd rather whine and impugn the worthiness of their challengers instead of stepping into this ring and putting that challenger down for the one, two, three.”
“No more.”
Hammerstein cast the hateful glance towards the camera, his next comments having a more direct aim.
HAMMERSTEIN: Champions who, when faced with adversity, cry, bitch, and moan about "made men," and "golden boys," who have the red carpet rolled out for them and are given the "hero's welcome."
“No more. Not while I'm holding this World Heavyweight Championship.”
Hammerstein holds the belt towards the camera.
HAMMERSTEIN: To hell with a group of guys running around calling themselves The Franchise.
The American Monster points forcefully at himself with his thumb.
HAMMERSTEIN: Your looking at the only damn Franchise this company has or needs.
“This company has been in need of a Champion...a TRUE Champion. Someone who not only holds the Championship, but who holds up the standard for this company.”
“Since it's change from Seattle Pro to Mainstream, this company has deserved a Standard Bearer. Someone that can stand before the entire professional wrestling world and have that world say, ‘That is a TRUE World Heavyweight Champion’.”
“It's something that Mainstream Wrestling has deserved, but has never had.”
Hammerstein surveys the arena, a look of disgust on his face.
HAMMERSTEIN: From the long and lackluster reign of the first official Mainstream World Heavyweight Champion, SILK, through the underwhelming back and forth hot potato title reigns of Mariano Fernandez and Billy Danielson, the unremarkable era of that sycophant AJ Morales, and, finally, the downright ing embarrassment that was Jason Cashe as Mainstream World Champion, this company has wallowed in its own mediocrity, devoid of a true Standard Bearer.
“The intensity of The Mainstream World Heavyweight Champion has grown until he can no longer contain it, and he cries out.”
HAMMERSTEIN: NO MORE!
Hammerstein bows his head. His heavy breathing is still audible, though the microphone is at his side. He slowly raises his head and brings the microphone to his lips.
HAMMERSTEIN: You can call this The Great Reset. This is the beginning of a new era in Mainstream Wrestling. This company now has a Champion….a Standard Bearer...that it can be proud of. This Championship….(holds the belt towards the camera)...is THE standard in this company….in this sport….I am Jacob Hammerstein….YOUR World Heavyweight Champion...
The American Monster points towards the locker room area.
HAMMERSTEIN: ...and if any of you think you can raise the standard higher than me, the line starts right here (draws a line in front of him with his foot). But remember one thing...you come at the King...you best not miss.
Hammerstein drops the microphone and, as Highway to Hell begins to play, walks over to the corner facing the locker room. He climbs to the middle turnbuckle and holds the Championship belt high in the air as the company signature is shown.