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Join date : 2022-10-05
Can't touch this.....(Hammer Time)
Tue Sep 26, 2023 11:42 am
The scene opens with the Tasmanian Terror, pacing back and forth, he seems to be angry, distressed and distracted.
He looks over to a nearby table, all of his championships are strewn across it.
He mutters inaudibly to himself.
He let's out a tremendous roar and grabs the camera.
A sadistic look on his face, he tosses the camera to the floor.
He grabs his head and the camera flickers.
As he falls to his knees, the camera zooms up to his face before seemingingly entering his thoughts.
The camera once again flickers into life.
There is a darkness, in the heart of darkness, within the confines of a dimly lit room, the atmosphere thick with an unsettling tension that hangs in the air like a malevolent specter. Shadows, cast by the flickering flame of a single candle, dance upon the cracked, peeling wallpaper, their eerie shapes weaving a haunting tapestry of secrets and forgotten nightmares. At the epicenter of this enigmatic setting stands Dan Hammer, the Tasmanian Terror, a man ensnared within the relentless struggle between good and evil, violence and peace.
The room itself seems a relic of a forgotten era, its decaying walls bearing witness to the countless battles waged within its eerie embrace. It was a place where time stood still, where the past and present merged into a disconcerting harmony, mirroring the fractured psyche of the man who had chosen to reveal his inner turmoil within its forsaken walls.
Dan Hammer's appearance had undergone a profound transformation since his days as a wrestling villain. His once fearsome countenance now bore the weight of introspection, his Australian accent, once dripping with menace, quivers with a haunted uncertainty. He stands at the epicenter of the room, a lone figure surrounded by the encroaching darkness, ready to embark on a journey through the labyrinthine corridors of his own mind.
Dan Hammer: Welcome.....
He begins, his voice trembling in the silence.
Dan Hammer:.....to the deepest recesses of my psyche. Here, within these walls, the battle between good and evil has waged for an eternity, a tempest of conflicting desires that has torn my very soul asunder.
His pacing, measured and deliberate, casts long, gnarled shadows upon the room's weathered walls, as if they were extensions of the twisted thoughts that consume him.
Dan Hammer: In the world of professional wrestling, I have reveled in darkness, relished in the malevolent thrill of inflicting pain and suffering upon my adversaries. I've reveled in the chaos, basked in the violence, and taken perverse pleasure in the torment I've caused.
Dan Hammer's face contorted as he grapples with the turmoil within, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dan Hammer: But deep within me, there's a flicker of light, a glimmer of something long forgotten – peace. I yearn for it, like a lost soul searching for redemption.
The lone candle, its flame quivering as if in sympathy, bares witness to the tortured soliloquy of a man at war with himself.
Dan Hammer: Good and evil, they dance in a macabre waltz within me. I've torn apart bodies, shattered dreams, and reveled in the darkness, but I also know the beauty of tranquility, the serenity of a peaceful mind.
As he speaks, the room seems to shrink around him, the walls closing in like the suffocating confines of his conscience.
Dan Hammer: I stand at the crossroads.
He confesses.
Dan Hammer: Torn between the seductive allure of violence and the elusive promise of peace. It's a battle that rages every time I step into that ring, a battle that consumes me, body and soul.
The flickering candlelight casts eerie shadows upon his face, creating an unsettling visage that appears to flicker between two personas – one consumed by darkness, the other yearning for redemption.
Dan Hammer: But perhaps.....
He ponders, his voice barely audible.
Dan Hammer: It's in this turmoil, this conflict, that I find my true purpose. Maybe I'm meant to be the embodiment of this eternal struggle, a reflection of the darkness that resides in all of us.
As his words hang in the air, the lone candle seems to flicker and dance with a newfound intensity, as if it too were a participant in this internal struggle.
Dan Hammer: Good and evil.
He whispers, his voice a haunting serenade to the unknown.
Dan Hammer: Violence and peace, they are but two sides of the same coin. And I, Dan Hammer, shall continue to walk the razor's edge, leaving a trail of destruction in my wake, all the while seeking redemption in the darkest corners of my soul.
The room remains shrouded in obscurity, a testament to the inner torment of a man who grapples with the darkness within himself. It is a chilling realization that he may never find a way out of this psychological labyrinth, a torment that will continue to haunt him in the eternal struggle between the Tasmanian Terror and the man he once was, yearning for peace.
The camera begins to flicker once more and as if by magic it pulls back as if exiting the head of the Tasmanian Terror.
Dan is now rocking back and forth.
He suddenly stops, a sadistic grin upon his face.
He slowly caresses and strokes his collection of Championship belts.
Dan Hammer: I know....I know......it's time for a new friend to join us. A new, shiny beautiful friend to join our family.
He lifts up and kisses the GBH Title.
Dan Hammer: Don't worry my beautiful girl, don't worry.........
He shakes his head, chuckles to himself before standing up and walking out of shot.
- Dan Hammer
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Join date : 2022-10-05
Re: Can't touch this.....(Hammer Time)
Thu Sep 28, 2023 10:19 pm
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