Post by Chief Tom-O-Hawk on Aug 27, 2016 1:56:36 GMT -5
Hammers, glorious hammers. A tool for creation or an implement of destruction. Tis the choice of the hand holding it. To wield a hammer is to have controlled crushing force.
Hammers, so durable, so industrial so impossible to overuse. Break a handle, simply replace it and the hammer is as durable as ever.
But when a hammer in the hand of an over emotional father who just buried his son gets put to use, it becomes a metaphysical implement to transfer the anguish into absolute destructive force. The raw emotion, the rage, the fury, finally comes to the surface and rings with it the unintentional 60 years of hiding such emotions. The swinging of the hammer became an act of purity.
When Wayne Hammon stopped swinging his hammer, all he saw was destruction. The rawness of emotion, every emotion experienced in life comes out in massive waves and he wants, so desperately he wants to start swinging his hammer again, yet he cannot. His eyes are more alert than they have been in decades and he feels the absolute infinity of life charring through his soul.
He is transformed. No longer the man known as Freeze or Freezer Burn, but the most violent of his monikers best known to select few as The Burn. This is the legend in hardocre and extreme style matches, the creator of chaos, the violent vindicator of revenge.
But what revenge? Who's revenge? For what reason?
An easy answer. Revenge for being allowed to live. Revenge against the living for giving him life, for saving his life, for putting steel and titanium into his body to keep him physical and functional. For creating the technology that allowed him to survive dozens of matches that should have killed him. For surviving the pieces of exploded jet engine that pierced through his body. For the months of burn units and physical rehab and sweet nurses talking about how much you've improved in that voice that talks down to you like a semi retarded puppy being housebroken. For outliving his brothers, burying all three of his sons, his two wives, being divorced, having a daughter he hasn't seen since she was six, the same daughter that he would not recognize if he saw her today. Revenge for forfeiting his career's work and titles and feuds on account of a stupid fucking plane crash.
Funny how all of this comes to the surface at the onset of the PPV event rightly called Revenge.
So now we come around to The Burn and he stares into the camera, seemingly right through all the wires and airwaves as the heat, the intensity ripples across his skin. There is a retirement party he needs to get back to, so he reaches down to grab pieces and tosses them into a plastic storage tub.
"Adam Young. The self proclaimed Death Match Champion. Came bragging all bout that belt of yours and how no man in this federation has balls enough to do anything about it. And every challenge, each and every one of them I gave to you .. you denied because like a chicken shit hillbilly coward you are, the death match champion could not be bothered for specialty hardcore matches .. because it gives me the advantage. Coward. Yellow, hillbilly coward. But at Revenge, the match is happening. So now I leave you Adam, with this .. very .. short but direct message. What can my hands do to you.. if I can do THIS .. to a hammer?"
He extends out the plastic tub, the camera panning inside to get a very clear picture of what is inside the tub.
Hammers, so durable, so industrial so impossible to overuse. Break a handle, simply replace it and the hammer is as durable as ever.
But when a hammer in the hand of an over emotional father who just buried his son gets put to use, it becomes a metaphysical implement to transfer the anguish into absolute destructive force. The raw emotion, the rage, the fury, finally comes to the surface and rings with it the unintentional 60 years of hiding such emotions. The swinging of the hammer became an act of purity.
When Wayne Hammon stopped swinging his hammer, all he saw was destruction. The rawness of emotion, every emotion experienced in life comes out in massive waves and he wants, so desperately he wants to start swinging his hammer again, yet he cannot. His eyes are more alert than they have been in decades and he feels the absolute infinity of life charring through his soul.
He is transformed. No longer the man known as Freeze or Freezer Burn, but the most violent of his monikers best known to select few as The Burn. This is the legend in hardocre and extreme style matches, the creator of chaos, the violent vindicator of revenge.
But what revenge? Who's revenge? For what reason?
An easy answer. Revenge for being allowed to live. Revenge against the living for giving him life, for saving his life, for putting steel and titanium into his body to keep him physical and functional. For creating the technology that allowed him to survive dozens of matches that should have killed him. For surviving the pieces of exploded jet engine that pierced through his body. For the months of burn units and physical rehab and sweet nurses talking about how much you've improved in that voice that talks down to you like a semi retarded puppy being housebroken. For outliving his brothers, burying all three of his sons, his two wives, being divorced, having a daughter he hasn't seen since she was six, the same daughter that he would not recognize if he saw her today. Revenge for forfeiting his career's work and titles and feuds on account of a stupid fucking plane crash.
Funny how all of this comes to the surface at the onset of the PPV event rightly called Revenge.
So now we come around to The Burn and he stares into the camera, seemingly right through all the wires and airwaves as the heat, the intensity ripples across his skin. There is a retirement party he needs to get back to, so he reaches down to grab pieces and tosses them into a plastic storage tub.
"Adam Young. The self proclaimed Death Match Champion. Came bragging all bout that belt of yours and how no man in this federation has balls enough to do anything about it. And every challenge, each and every one of them I gave to you .. you denied because like a chicken shit hillbilly coward you are, the death match champion could not be bothered for specialty hardcore matches .. because it gives me the advantage. Coward. Yellow, hillbilly coward. But at Revenge, the match is happening. So now I leave you Adam, with this .. very .. short but direct message. What can my hands do to you.. if I can do THIS .. to a hammer?"
He extends out the plastic tub, the camera panning inside to get a very clear picture of what is inside the tub.
