Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 24, 2013 14:51:39 GMT
Jan 19 2013
Outside of a Gold’s Gym is Lee Cyril and his trusty camera man Lloyd. Lee is making sure his mic works and going over some notes, which today is not a allot of notes.
Lloyd “So who is it that we are filming today?”
Lee “My Son in law Jeff.”
Lloyd “Hatemonger?”
Lee “Yeah. He said that he wants to challenge the new champion.”
Lloyd “Hammer?”
Lee “Yeah. He kinda gave me a run down of what he has in mind...this should be interesting.”
Lee appears to be done and ready.
Lee “I never said he was bright.”
Lloyd “And he is your son in law.”
Lee “Don’t remind me.”
Lloyd and Lee make their way into the gym and after a bit they find Jeffrey Hatemonger waiting to do his interview/promo next to a weight bench.
JH “LEE!”
Lee “Hello Jeff. How are you doing?”
JH “I’m doing awesome!”
Lee “I’m doing awesome?”
JH “Yeah that’s what I said! Today is the day that I will become the next new ESW Triple Crown Champion!”
Lee “Really?”
JH “Yeah man! You’re looking at the new champion!”
Lee “And how are you going to become the next champion. You know Hammer is as tough as they come.”
Jeffrey steps behind the weight bench and on the bar is a lot of weight. Several 50 pounders are stacked on each end of the bar.
JH “They say that Hammer is one tough son of a bitch, But Hammer isn’t as strong as me.”
Lee “Okay....”
Jeffrey picks up the bar and curls it. There is so much weight on it that the bar bends slightly in the middle. Jeffrey quickly knocks out a set of ten and sets it back down.
JH “Hammer CAN’t do that! No way, no way. Hammer couldn’t lift half of that! Check this out! I can lift this one handed! ABOVE MY FREAKING HEAD!”
Jeffrey grabs the bar in the middle. “Now Jeff I don’t think that is a good idea.” Lee says as Jeffrey lets out a huge loud guy burning howl as he lifts the bar up, one handed.
Lee “There is really no need....oh dear.”
Hatemonger brings the bar to his chin, and he struggles and he powers through and barely gets the bar above his head. He just gets it above his head and then reaches up with his other hand and brings the bar back down.
Lee “Impressive.”
JH (Slightly winded) “You bet the fuck that is! There isn’t ANYONE in the ESW who can DO that! NO ONE!”
Lee “You’ll be hard pressed to.....”
JH “You try it! Come on Lee! Try to just pick that bar up! 350 pounds bitch!”
Lee “Did you just call me a bitch?”
JH “Come on Lee! TRY IT!”
Lee “I would rather not.”
JH “Okay fine! I got a guy who said he would try!”
Lee “What?”
JH “Mike get the fuck out here you bitch!”
Walking out from around the corner is former ESW referee Killer Mike. Wearing a pro weight lifting one piece suit Killer Mike rubs his hands together and walks up to the bar.
Lee “Killer Mike?”
KM “Hey Lee, Sup?” He says all tough guy like.
JH “COME ON MIKE!! LIFT THAT BAR!”
Lee “Mike can you lift this thing?”
Killer Mike is six feet tall and all over 210 pounds, which as you would guess screams power lifter.
KM “Step back Lee. I’ve got this!”
Killer Mike grips the bar and readies himself and then begins to “lift” the bar. Killer Mike screams, grunts, yells as his face turns red.
JH “YOU’VE GOT THIS! LIFT THAT BAR. LIFT THAT BITCH BITCH! COME ON!!!! LIFT IT!!!!”
Killer Mike screams as he struggles to budge the bars.
JH “COME ON YOU PUSSY!!!! HOSHI CAN LIFT THIS FUCKING THING!”
KM “BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Killer Mike gives it all and can’t even wiggle the bar loose let alone lift it. All the screaming in the world won’t help him, and under the strain Killer Mike passes out. He collapses to the floor banging his head off of the bar as he goes down to the floor. Hatemonger gives him a few more words of encouragement.
JH “YOU’RE A DISGRACE!!! MY DEAD GRANDMOTHER CAN LIFT THAT ONE HANDED BLINDFOLDED STANDING ON ON ONE FOOT BEHIND HER BACK!!!! YOU HAVE FAILED ME!!!!!”
Lee “IS he okay?”
JH turns towards Lee and grabs the mic from him and with the other hand grabs the side of the camera so it’s focused on him. Lee rushes behind Jeff and checks on Killer Mike.
JH “OPEN CHALLANGE NIGHT IN THE ESW AND I’M CALLING YOU OUT HAMMER!!! EVERYONE IS WALKING AROUND IN EGGSHELLS BECAUSE THEY THINK YOU’RE THE BADDEST MOTHER IN AROUND HERE BUT THE TRUTH IS I’M THE BIGGEST BADDEST STRONGEST MOTHERFUCKER IN THE ESW!!!! I’M CALLING YOU OUT BITCH AND I WANT THAT TRIPLE CROWN TITLE TO BE ON THE LINE!!! BUT NOT JUST ANY MATCH WILL DO...nah man. We need to turn this bitch UP! I’M CHALLENGING YOU TO A POWER SLAM MATCH!!! YEAH YOU SOUTH SIDE SLUT FUCK CUNT TOW JAM REJECT!!!! POWERSLAM MATCH FOR THE ESW TITLE!!! I WILL POWERSLAM YOU STRIAGHT BACK TO PHILLY!!!!”
Hatemonger stomps off screaming and beating himself on the chest like he is king Kong. Lee pokes his head up over the bar.
Lee “Dude call 911. I think he cracked his head open!”
Lloyd “Oh Okay!”
FTB.
Outside of a Gold’s Gym is Lee Cyril and his trusty camera man Lloyd. Lee is making sure his mic works and going over some notes, which today is not a allot of notes.
Lloyd “So who is it that we are filming today?”
Lee “My Son in law Jeff.”
Lloyd “Hatemonger?”
Lee “Yeah. He said that he wants to challenge the new champion.”
Lloyd “Hammer?”
Lee “Yeah. He kinda gave me a run down of what he has in mind...this should be interesting.”
Lee appears to be done and ready.
Lee “I never said he was bright.”
Lloyd “And he is your son in law.”
Lee “Don’t remind me.”
Lloyd and Lee make their way into the gym and after a bit they find Jeffrey Hatemonger waiting to do his interview/promo next to a weight bench.
JH “LEE!”
Lee “Hello Jeff. How are you doing?”
JH “I’m doing awesome!”
Lee “I’m doing awesome?”
JH “Yeah that’s what I said! Today is the day that I will become the next new ESW Triple Crown Champion!”
Lee “Really?”
JH “Yeah man! You’re looking at the new champion!”
Lee “And how are you going to become the next champion. You know Hammer is as tough as they come.”
Jeffrey steps behind the weight bench and on the bar is a lot of weight. Several 50 pounders are stacked on each end of the bar.
JH “They say that Hammer is one tough son of a bitch, But Hammer isn’t as strong as me.”
Lee “Okay....”
Jeffrey picks up the bar and curls it. There is so much weight on it that the bar bends slightly in the middle. Jeffrey quickly knocks out a set of ten and sets it back down.
JH “Hammer CAN’t do that! No way, no way. Hammer couldn’t lift half of that! Check this out! I can lift this one handed! ABOVE MY FREAKING HEAD!”
Jeffrey grabs the bar in the middle. “Now Jeff I don’t think that is a good idea.” Lee says as Jeffrey lets out a huge loud guy burning howl as he lifts the bar up, one handed.
Lee “There is really no need....oh dear.”
Hatemonger brings the bar to his chin, and he struggles and he powers through and barely gets the bar above his head. He just gets it above his head and then reaches up with his other hand and brings the bar back down.
Lee “Impressive.”
JH (Slightly winded) “You bet the fuck that is! There isn’t ANYONE in the ESW who can DO that! NO ONE!”
Lee “You’ll be hard pressed to.....”
JH “You try it! Come on Lee! Try to just pick that bar up! 350 pounds bitch!”
Lee “Did you just call me a bitch?”
JH “Come on Lee! TRY IT!”
Lee “I would rather not.”
JH “Okay fine! I got a guy who said he would try!”
Lee “What?”
JH “Mike get the fuck out here you bitch!”
Walking out from around the corner is former ESW referee Killer Mike. Wearing a pro weight lifting one piece suit Killer Mike rubs his hands together and walks up to the bar.
Lee “Killer Mike?”
KM “Hey Lee, Sup?” He says all tough guy like.
JH “COME ON MIKE!! LIFT THAT BAR!”
Lee “Mike can you lift this thing?”
Killer Mike is six feet tall and all over 210 pounds, which as you would guess screams power lifter.
KM “Step back Lee. I’ve got this!”
Killer Mike grips the bar and readies himself and then begins to “lift” the bar. Killer Mike screams, grunts, yells as his face turns red.
JH “YOU’VE GOT THIS! LIFT THAT BAR. LIFT THAT BITCH BITCH! COME ON!!!! LIFT IT!!!!”
Killer Mike screams as he struggles to budge the bars.
JH “COME ON YOU PUSSY!!!! HOSHI CAN LIFT THIS FUCKING THING!”
KM “BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Killer Mike gives it all and can’t even wiggle the bar loose let alone lift it. All the screaming in the world won’t help him, and under the strain Killer Mike passes out. He collapses to the floor banging his head off of the bar as he goes down to the floor. Hatemonger gives him a few more words of encouragement.
JH “YOU’RE A DISGRACE!!! MY DEAD GRANDMOTHER CAN LIFT THAT ONE HANDED BLINDFOLDED STANDING ON ON ONE FOOT BEHIND HER BACK!!!! YOU HAVE FAILED ME!!!!!”
Lee “IS he okay?”
JH turns towards Lee and grabs the mic from him and with the other hand grabs the side of the camera so it’s focused on him. Lee rushes behind Jeff and checks on Killer Mike.
JH “OPEN CHALLANGE NIGHT IN THE ESW AND I’M CALLING YOU OUT HAMMER!!! EVERYONE IS WALKING AROUND IN EGGSHELLS BECAUSE THEY THINK YOU’RE THE BADDEST MOTHER IN AROUND HERE BUT THE TRUTH IS I’M THE BIGGEST BADDEST STRONGEST MOTHERFUCKER IN THE ESW!!!! I’M CALLING YOU OUT BITCH AND I WANT THAT TRIPLE CROWN TITLE TO BE ON THE LINE!!! BUT NOT JUST ANY MATCH WILL DO...nah man. We need to turn this bitch UP! I’M CHALLENGING YOU TO A POWER SLAM MATCH!!! YEAH YOU SOUTH SIDE SLUT FUCK CUNT TOW JAM REJECT!!!! POWERSLAM MATCH FOR THE ESW TITLE!!! I WILL POWERSLAM YOU STRIAGHT BACK TO PHILLY!!!!”
Hatemonger stomps off screaming and beating himself on the chest like he is king Kong. Lee pokes his head up over the bar.
Lee “Dude call 911. I think he cracked his head open!”
Lloyd “Oh Okay!”
FTB.