Post by hammerstein on Feb 25, 2017 9:38:04 GMT -5
The Anderson Estates Hostel in South Los Angeles is a far cry from what most “big time” wrestlers would choose for their accommodations. But Hammerstein is a far cry from most “big time” wrestlers. And, at nineteen dollars a night, it's a great way to save money.
It's not without it's disadvantages, though. Each room has three to four beds, so privacy is non-existent, especially for someone of some fame and noteriety like Hammerstein. And because the hostel is used by the younger, unattached crowd, hookups (though against the official rules),happen. As he tries to sleep Hammerstein wonders why people have to be so loud with their ‘gettin it on.’
On night two, the room is much quieter. Most of the young guys and gals are out partying, and after the workout he had earlier, Hammerstein is ready for some peaceful sleep.
That is, until, he feels someone crawl into bed with him.
“Uh, occupied.”
“How bout a little touchy feely time?” A soft voice responds.
He feels a warm-ish body cozy up next to his. Hammerstein is somewhat frozen with fear. Even though he's completely innocent, if word of this got around to his beloved Holly Buchanan, his life would be over.
“Uh, look. I'm flattered and whatnot, but….”
Suddenly a voice mixed with fear and offense cuts him off.
“Why, you're not CHARLIE! CHARLIE!!! CHARLIE!!!!! HEEEELLLLLLPPPP!”
Hammerstein turns the lamp on and is face to face with what appears to be an eighty year old woman, in the midst of a full blown panic attack. She begins pelting Hammerstein with arthritic rights and lefts. All the wrestler can do is cover himself.
“HOW DARE YOU, TRYING TO HAVE YOUR WAY WITH A MARRIED WOMAN!”
Hammerstein tries to explain.
“Ma’am, I wasn't doin anyting. Dis my bed and….”
The door flies open and the light is flipped on. In the doorway stands the hostel manager and an elderly man holding a straight razor.
Charlie.
“Ethel, sweetheart, what are you doing? Our room is the third door on the left, not the right. You have to start wearing your glasses when you go to the bathroom.”
Ethel giggles a bit in embarrassment as the exasperated manager walks away.
“I guess you're right, honey. But, since we're all here…..”
Charlie’s old eyes twinkle.
“Yeah. Hey young feller. Ever made it with a couple twice your age?”
The Backpacker’s Paradise Hostel in Inglewood is a far cry from what most “big time” wrestlers would choose for their accommodations.....
****Fade****
Hammerstein stands in front of Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles in Los Angeles, California, signing autographs and taking photos with fans while partaking in one of the quintessential LA food landmarks.
"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIIIIIIIGHT! ! !
WHAT'S UP, LOS ANGELES!?
IT'S YA BOY, DA HAMMER!
And I'm here ta help fight da Battle of Los Angeles for Da Union Battleground.
I’m in da opening battle, reppin Da Lions Road against one da hottest rookie wrestlers in da sport, all da way from da FAW, Ellie Stokes.
Now I gotta say dis. Even dough I been in dis sport for a few years, sometime it seems like it’d be hard ta get pumped for a match when dere ain't no beef involved.
I ain't got no hate for Ellie. She seem like a nice person. She got a love for da sport, and she go out and try ta win her matched fair and square. Da Hammer respeck dat. Da Hammer respeck her.
Like I said, it'd be tough ta get pumped for dis match.
If dis wasn't Da Battle of Los Angeles.
See it's one of da highlights of dis ol Mississippi boy’s career ta be allowed ta rep my home, Da Lions Road. If not for dem, Da Hammer would still be strugglin, just tryin ta get by. I owe all da success ta da people dat run Da Lions Road, and ta all da fans. I love dat place and Im'ma bust my booty ta do em proud.
And it's one of da highest honors of my career ta be allowed ta show off fo da Union Battleground peoples, dat’s some of da greatest fans in da sport. Da Hammerhead Nation gonna be out in force, reppin hard for dey man, and Da Hammer gonna be out dere reppin hard for da Hammerheads out dere. Y'all my people and Da Hammer love y'all.
Now, Ellie Stokes, like I done said before, Da Hammer ain't got no beef witcha. In fact, Da Hammer got alotta respeck fo ya. You hungry to get yo name out dere and ta rep yo home, Da FAW.
Now, some people ask me, dey say, “Hammer, You done main evented all over da world. Why you so hyped bout bein in da openin match?”
It’s simple.
Da openin match sets da tone for da whole show. We start da fire dat's gotta burn for da whole show, and if ya ever built a fire outside in da winter, ya try ta get it roaring real fast, and keep it burnin.
Miss Stokes and me, we gonna get da fire burnin early and get it burnin hot as hell.
Everbody else on da show, I tink I can speak for Miss Stokes when I tell y'all da gauntlet gonna be throwed down for fightin, and I hope y'all can pick it up.
Now, Ellie, just cause I talk bout us fightin don't mean I'm talkin bout brawlin. We can get in dat ring and put on a great wrestlin match. And after da match, I'll be glad ta shake yo hand…..
When you congratulate me on my victory."
It's not without it's disadvantages, though. Each room has three to four beds, so privacy is non-existent, especially for someone of some fame and noteriety like Hammerstein. And because the hostel is used by the younger, unattached crowd, hookups (though against the official rules),happen. As he tries to sleep Hammerstein wonders why people have to be so loud with their ‘gettin it on.’
On night two, the room is much quieter. Most of the young guys and gals are out partying, and after the workout he had earlier, Hammerstein is ready for some peaceful sleep.
That is, until, he feels someone crawl into bed with him.
“Uh, occupied.”
“How bout a little touchy feely time?” A soft voice responds.
He feels a warm-ish body cozy up next to his. Hammerstein is somewhat frozen with fear. Even though he's completely innocent, if word of this got around to his beloved Holly Buchanan, his life would be over.
“Uh, look. I'm flattered and whatnot, but….”
Suddenly a voice mixed with fear and offense cuts him off.
“Why, you're not CHARLIE! CHARLIE!!! CHARLIE!!!!! HEEEELLLLLLPPPP!”
Hammerstein turns the lamp on and is face to face with what appears to be an eighty year old woman, in the midst of a full blown panic attack. She begins pelting Hammerstein with arthritic rights and lefts. All the wrestler can do is cover himself.
“HOW DARE YOU, TRYING TO HAVE YOUR WAY WITH A MARRIED WOMAN!”
Hammerstein tries to explain.
“Ma’am, I wasn't doin anyting. Dis my bed and….”
The door flies open and the light is flipped on. In the doorway stands the hostel manager and an elderly man holding a straight razor.
Charlie.
“Ethel, sweetheart, what are you doing? Our room is the third door on the left, not the right. You have to start wearing your glasses when you go to the bathroom.”
Ethel giggles a bit in embarrassment as the exasperated manager walks away.
“I guess you're right, honey. But, since we're all here…..”
Charlie’s old eyes twinkle.
“Yeah. Hey young feller. Ever made it with a couple twice your age?”
The Backpacker’s Paradise Hostel in Inglewood is a far cry from what most “big time” wrestlers would choose for their accommodations.....
****Fade****
Hammerstein stands in front of Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles in Los Angeles, California, signing autographs and taking photos with fans while partaking in one of the quintessential LA food landmarks.
"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIIIIIIIGHT! ! !
WHAT'S UP, LOS ANGELES!?
IT'S YA BOY, DA HAMMER!
And I'm here ta help fight da Battle of Los Angeles for Da Union Battleground.
I’m in da opening battle, reppin Da Lions Road against one da hottest rookie wrestlers in da sport, all da way from da FAW, Ellie Stokes.
Now I gotta say dis. Even dough I been in dis sport for a few years, sometime it seems like it’d be hard ta get pumped for a match when dere ain't no beef involved.
I ain't got no hate for Ellie. She seem like a nice person. She got a love for da sport, and she go out and try ta win her matched fair and square. Da Hammer respeck dat. Da Hammer respeck her.
Like I said, it'd be tough ta get pumped for dis match.
If dis wasn't Da Battle of Los Angeles.
See it's one of da highlights of dis ol Mississippi boy’s career ta be allowed ta rep my home, Da Lions Road. If not for dem, Da Hammer would still be strugglin, just tryin ta get by. I owe all da success ta da people dat run Da Lions Road, and ta all da fans. I love dat place and Im'ma bust my booty ta do em proud.
And it's one of da highest honors of my career ta be allowed ta show off fo da Union Battleground peoples, dat’s some of da greatest fans in da sport. Da Hammerhead Nation gonna be out in force, reppin hard for dey man, and Da Hammer gonna be out dere reppin hard for da Hammerheads out dere. Y'all my people and Da Hammer love y'all.
Now, Ellie Stokes, like I done said before, Da Hammer ain't got no beef witcha. In fact, Da Hammer got alotta respeck fo ya. You hungry to get yo name out dere and ta rep yo home, Da FAW.
Now, some people ask me, dey say, “Hammer, You done main evented all over da world. Why you so hyped bout bein in da openin match?”
It’s simple.
Da openin match sets da tone for da whole show. We start da fire dat's gotta burn for da whole show, and if ya ever built a fire outside in da winter, ya try ta get it roaring real fast, and keep it burnin.
Miss Stokes and me, we gonna get da fire burnin early and get it burnin hot as hell.
Everbody else on da show, I tink I can speak for Miss Stokes when I tell y'all da gauntlet gonna be throwed down for fightin, and I hope y'all can pick it up.
Now, Ellie, just cause I talk bout us fightin don't mean I'm talkin bout brawlin. We can get in dat ring and put on a great wrestlin match. And after da match, I'll be glad ta shake yo hand…..
When you congratulate me on my victory."