Post by hammerstein1 on Sept 5, 2018 16:28:11 GMT -5
Just by looking at the backstage area of Madison Square Garden, aside from the photographs on the walls, you wouldn’t be able to tell that this building, known by many as “The Mecca,” had been the site of some of the greatest performances in both sports and entertainment. The feeling you get when you walk into the building is one of reverential awe when you take into account the historic events that have taken place there.
Savannah Skye stands in the backstage area, in front of a black backdrop with the Union Battleground and Coup De Grace logos. On her left stands The Seattle Pro World Heavyweight Champion, Hammerstein, while on her right is his manager, Reese Kennedy. Kennedy is dressed in a dark gray suit, while Hammerstein is wearing an all-black suit, shirt, and tie. The American Monster has his black hair pulled back in a ponytail, and The Seattle Pro World Heavyweight Championship belt rests over his right shoulder.
On Sunday, September Ninth, here at The World’s Most Famous Arena, Madison Square Garden, Union Battleground presents Coup De Grace. Nine huge matches, with seven titles being defended, including, for one night only, The Seattle Pro World Heavyweight Championship, which is held by my guest at this time, Hammerstein. Hammerstein, what….
Reese Kennedy gently puts his hand on Savannah’s wrist.
Ms. Skye, Savannah, if I may…
Kennedy guides Savannah’s hand, and the microphone, towards him.
Savannah, when I was growing up in Parsippany, New Jersey, my father and I rarely agreed on anything. We didn't agree on politics or religion. We didn't agree on movies, music, or fashion. But one thing my father and I could agree on was sports. We were fanatics, and our favorite venue to watch sports was right here in Madison Square Garden.
Back in 1974, my father wouldn't let me go see Deep Purple or Sly and the Family Stone at The Garden, but he made sure we had great seats to see Muhammed Ali beat Joe Frazier.
My father forbade me from seeing KISS or The Who here in 79, but made sure we were front row at the glass when The Bruins climbed in the stands to fight Rangers fans. Terry O’Reilly walk by me as he made his way up the stands, and I was terrified.
It's events like that, Savannah, that make this arena the World's Most Famous Arena. It’s events that create memories and make history, just like my client, Hammerstein will do at Coup De Grace. My client will make history as, for the first time ever, and for one night only, The Seattle Pro World Heavyweight Championship will be defended in a non-Seattle Pro event. At Coup De Grace, my client will defend his title against a man that isn't even under contract with Seattle Pro Wrestling, Damien Miri. Why would Hammerstein do such a thing? Why would he not only accept a match, on short notice no less, against one of the best wrestlers in the world, but would defend the Seattle Pro World Heavyweight Title against him?
Why don't we let The Champion explain.
Kennedy makes a broad sweeping motion towards Hammerstein, as if giving up the floor to him.
Champ, the floor is yours.
Skye brings the microphone over to Hammerstein, who pulls the belt from his shoulder and holds it before the camera.
Ya know, ever since I won this title, I've set out to be a different type of champion.
Not the type of champion who merely fulfills his contractual requirement of a title defense every thirty days.
Hammerstein lays the belt back across his shoulder.
Not the type of champion that comes out to the ring and fights some guy that barely cracked the top ten last week.
Hammerstein pats the belt.
This title deserves better.
I vowed to take on only the best this business has to offer. Last month in Tokyo, Japan, I did something that few champions have the balls to do...and that's lay out the challenge. I didn't wait for the challenges to roll in. I told the world that if you want a match for this belt, that I wasn't a hard man to find.
But I decided to go one better. The owner of Seattle Pro Wrestling, Robb Daniels, has given me free reign to defend this belt whenever and wherever I want, even against non-contracted wrestlers.
That's where you come in, Damien Miri. You go on Twitter and you ask if I even know that I have a match with you at Coup De Grace. You make some wise crack about my three thousand other obligations. Lemme set the record straight for you.
The reason I have so many obligations is because I'm in demand, pal. I'm not sure if you know how that feels, but since July of last year, promoters from all over the world have been callin me, wantin me to work their territories. The calls have only increased since I won this title.
Hammerstein pats the Seattle Pro Championship.
Saturday night at The Key Arena in Seattle, Washington, I defend this title, and as soon as I leave the ring, I'm headin to the airport to fly to New York City to kick your ass, Miri, and from there it's on to California, then Canada, to defend this title.
Why am I doin this? Why go from here to there and back, defendin this title?
Because that's what real champions do. They don't sit behind their “castle walls,” waitin for the challengers to come to them. They go out, carryin the banner for their company, and take the fight to them.
That's what I do. I'm the goddamn standard bearer for Seattle Pro Wrestling. Where I go, this title goes, and where the title goes, the name and reputation of Seattle Pro Wrestling goes.
Damien Miri, I'm not gonna let you take this title. I know you're hungry. You're hungry to represent Seattle, as the Seattle Pro World Heavyweight Champion, but I'm even hungrier to keep the title right where it is. See, my hunger wasn't satiated when I won the title. It only intensified.
Hammerstein holds the title out towards the camera.
Damien Miri, you bring everything you got. Bring it all, leave nothing in the back. Because that's exactly what I'm gonna do, and when the dust settles, and the smoke clears, there's only gonna be one of us left standing…..and you're lookin at him.
C’mon, Reese. Let's go.
Hammerstein and Kennedy walk off screen, leaving Savannah standing.
