Post by hammerstein on Jul 7, 2018 14:24:13 GMT
Hammerstein and his professional representative, Reese Kennedy, walk out of the Sensō-ji Buddhist temple, and are surrounded by the Puroresu media. Both Hammerstein and Kennedy seem a little put off by the paparazzi-like presence. Kennedy steps in front of his client and holds his hands out in front of him, as if to push the crowd back.
REESE KENNEDY: I hear that Marco Street thinks I'm a “dude” that he’d like to go clubbing with. That I'm a cool “dude.” Well, first things first, Mr. Street. Jeff Spicoli called. He said to stop with the gimmick infringement, dude.
Secondly, Mr. Street, I am a happily married man, a family man, and I have no desire to hit the town with anyone of your ilk. If I'm ever in a club, it's to accompany my client to ensure that he doesn't inflict grievous bodily harm on any drunk who thinks they can “hang” with a professional wrestler.
We're gathered outside this hallowed place, dedicated to an enlightened one who stands as the embodiment of compassion, yet my client is a man without compassion when he steps onto the field of battle. He is a vile, vicious man that has never met a rule that he wouldn't break. And when he steps into the ring with you, Mr. Street, you will learn that my client is much, much more than just a name. And, in the future, every time you hear the name HAMMERSTEIN, your mind will go back to July eighth at the Ariake Coliseum, right here in Tokyo, Japan. You'll remember when you heard the sound of violence and could've gotten out of the way, but you stepped into my client’s path of destruction….and got run over.
But don't take my word for it. Take it from the mouth of The American Monster himself.
Hammerstein takes a step forward.
HAMMERSTEIN: Marco Street, you seem to think I'm in some perpetual state of being pissed off, like I take no joy in what I do. That's where you're wrong. I have an absolute blast when I'm in the ring, inflicting inhuman amounts of damage on my opponents.
It's like I've found my purpose in life inside that ring...or out in the crowd...or in the street.
And when I bust my opponent wide open, and their blood drops on my hands….
(Hammerstein's eyes roll back in his head as he inhales deeply, a big smile on his face.)
Well, there's almost not another feeling like it.
Marco, there's gonna be no mercy for you, no mercy at all. Come Sunday, at the Ariake Coliseum, we’re gonna play the Pain Game. In the Pain Game, there are no quarters or innings. There's no halftime. And there are no rules. The Pain Game takes everything that this sport has become and strips it to its foundation. Two men, doing whatever it takes to put the other man down.
Whatever it takes.
That's the only rule in the Pain Game, Marco.
The Pain Game is MY game, Marco.
And it's a game you cannot win.
REESE KENNEDY: I hear that Marco Street thinks I'm a “dude” that he’d like to go clubbing with. That I'm a cool “dude.” Well, first things first, Mr. Street. Jeff Spicoli called. He said to stop with the gimmick infringement, dude.
Secondly, Mr. Street, I am a happily married man, a family man, and I have no desire to hit the town with anyone of your ilk. If I'm ever in a club, it's to accompany my client to ensure that he doesn't inflict grievous bodily harm on any drunk who thinks they can “hang” with a professional wrestler.
We're gathered outside this hallowed place, dedicated to an enlightened one who stands as the embodiment of compassion, yet my client is a man without compassion when he steps onto the field of battle. He is a vile, vicious man that has never met a rule that he wouldn't break. And when he steps into the ring with you, Mr. Street, you will learn that my client is much, much more than just a name. And, in the future, every time you hear the name HAMMERSTEIN, your mind will go back to July eighth at the Ariake Coliseum, right here in Tokyo, Japan. You'll remember when you heard the sound of violence and could've gotten out of the way, but you stepped into my client’s path of destruction….and got run over.
But don't take my word for it. Take it from the mouth of The American Monster himself.
Hammerstein takes a step forward.
HAMMERSTEIN: Marco Street, you seem to think I'm in some perpetual state of being pissed off, like I take no joy in what I do. That's where you're wrong. I have an absolute blast when I'm in the ring, inflicting inhuman amounts of damage on my opponents.
It's like I've found my purpose in life inside that ring...or out in the crowd...or in the street.
And when I bust my opponent wide open, and their blood drops on my hands….
(Hammerstein's eyes roll back in his head as he inhales deeply, a big smile on his face.)
Well, there's almost not another feeling like it.
Marco, there's gonna be no mercy for you, no mercy at all. Come Sunday, at the Ariake Coliseum, we’re gonna play the Pain Game. In the Pain Game, there are no quarters or innings. There's no halftime. And there are no rules. The Pain Game takes everything that this sport has become and strips it to its foundation. Two men, doing whatever it takes to put the other man down.
Whatever it takes.
That's the only rule in the Pain Game, Marco.
The Pain Game is MY game, Marco.
And it's a game you cannot win.