Fortuna VS Leroy "The Hammer" Jackson

[Eddie Magnum]

You two promo here.

[Leroy "The Hammer" Jackson]

(We join Leroy "The Hammer" Jackson as he's just completed hanging up a black panther flag in his living room. He takes a seat and begins to just ramble.)

Leroy Jackson - One of the tragedies of the struggle against racism is that up to this point there has been no national organization which could speak to the growing militancy of young black people in the urban ghettos and the black-belt South. There has been only a "civil rights" movement, whose tone of voice was adapted to an audience of middle-class whites. It served as a sort of buffer zone between that audience and angry young blacks.

(He begin to shake his head and an angry snarl appears on his face.)

Leroy Jackson - Secondly, while color blindness may be a sound goal ultimately, we must realize that race is an overwhelming fact of life in this historical period. There is no black man in the country who can live "simply as a man." His blackness is an ever-present fact of this racist society, whether he recognizes it or not. It is unlikely that this or the next generation will witness the time when race will no longer be relevant in the conduct of public affairs and in public policy decision-making. . . .

(Leroy stands up and begins to walk around his living room.)

Leroy Jackson - "Integration" as a goal today speaks to the problem of blackness not only in an unrealistic way but also in a despicable way. It is based on complete acceptance of the fact that in order to have a decent house or education, black people must move into a white neighborhood or send their children to a white school. This reinforces, among both black and white, the idea that "white" is automatically superior and "black" is by definition inferior. For this reason, "integration" is a subterfuge for the maintenance of white supremacy.

(Leroy now snaps up at the camera giving it a real serious look.)

Leroy Jackson - At Freedom I'm stuck facing another man of the milk race in Fortuna. Fortuna like a damn fool signed the contract presented to him to face me. Fortuna you're white and because of that and that alone you're a pathetic piece of human waste. So be for warned Fortuna, because this black man refuses to bow to the white man! Thus come Freedom Fortuna will be nothing more then fresh fish!

[Fade to Black.]

[Leroy "The Hammer" Jackson]

(We join Leroy Jackson in his home. The camera pans around him to see his surfing the internet and decides to Google the word "Fortuna". In doing so he's directed to the wikipedia page [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fortuna] while on the page he reads the following information.)

"Fortuna (Latin: Fortūna, equivalent to the Greek goddess Tyche) was the goddess of fortune and personification of luck in Roman religion. She might bring good luck or bad: she could be represented as veiled and blind, as in modern depictions of Justice, and came to represent life's capriciousness. She was also a goddess of fate: as Atrox Fortuna, she claimed the young lives of the princeps Augustus' grandsons Gaius and Lucius, prospective heirs to the Empire.

Her father was said to be Jupiter and like him, she could also be bountiful (Copia). As Annonaria she protected grain supplies. June 11 was sacred to her: on June 24 she was given cult at the festival of Fors Fortuna."

(Leroy leans back and just shakes his head smiling. He looks at the camera crew and discusses his finds.)

Leroy Jackson - Stupid ass white people I'll tell you. Fortuna is a Goddess, that's a female, a bitch. I thought this Fortuna I'm schedule to face is a man.

(Leroy pauses)

Leroy Jackson - Fortuna, goddess of fortune and personification of luck in Roman religion. Well I guess the fortune of your sad pathetic white ass was to be defeated by the powers of the black man. Religion? Isn't it in the Bible that you shouldn't be gay? Fortuna are you a chick dressed as a man? Shit from here on out I'll refer to your dumb white ass as "Butch". So Butch, not only are you white, but you're a faggot, no? Maybe your Mommy didn't give you enough attention as a child, did you wear big sissy's hand me downs? You adopt the name Fortuna, were you named Fortuna? I totally don't understand the mind of white people, other then the fact that they feel superior to the black race. White people think they own us. They had my ancestors picking their cotton. Well come Freedom, "Butch" you'll be picking your cotton briefs from between your ass cheeks when I'm done kicking your faggoty ass all over the Sportatorium.

[Fade to Black]

[Fortuna]

Cameras come to life, closed in on a headshot of the infamous Joel Garcia, wearing a custom tailored suit and standing just before a white, red, and blue USPW Friday Night Freedom backdrop.

GARCIA: Hello, fans. Reporting live from Washington, DC at the site of USPW Friday Night Freedom, I’m Joel Garcia. In just nine short days, sixteen men walk through these halls to take place in eight first round matches to crown a United States Pro Wrestling World Champion. Despite the questions and curiosity surrounding the competition, many believe that there is such a mix of talent that anyone, and I mean anyone, under contract with USPW could emerge as World Champion. Heavy favorites include…

As Joel continues on naming combatants of the road ahead to the USPW World Championship, a pair of feet can be seen dangling in the shot behind his head. The camera pans back, capturing Garcia, who has named the big names like Pat Gordon Jr., Nevermore, and Eric Winger, but also reveals that somebody is sitting atop the structure holding the backdrop. Before Garcia knows it, or hears that he’s attracted an admirer, the man drops down without a sound and proceeds to slowly creep in until he is inches away from Garcia.

GARCIA: …then we have the newcomers, the nomads, and the unknowns. So many to name, yet so little can be said about nearly half of our field. Names such as Mark Cushman, Aric Mercury, “The Platinum Prince” – and that’s just to name a few.

The tall, wiry looking man stares down at Garcia, eerily, through thick, black face paint with his icy blue eyes. Under the leather jacket he wears no shirt, exposing his scarred and tattooed torso, and a pair of tattered blue jeans. His mouth is also concealed with black face paint. Garcia’s focus shifts off camera for a brief second before he casually glances behind him.

GARCIA: Holy sh-

Garcia nearly jumps out of view. The man chuckles and slaps Joel on the back. Garcia, still a bit startled, looks back and forth between the man and the camera.

GARCIA: Much to my surprise, viewers, we're going to be joined by another USPW newcomer... Fortuna.

FORTUNA: What’s the matter, Garcia? Scare ya?

Fortuna chuckles a little more. After a few seconds he stops, dead face, and leans in with his hand on Garcia’s shoulder. He snarls and clenches his jaw.

FORTUNA: You didn’t say my name… whyyy?

GARCIA: Uhh… I didn’t… you… I wasn’t… done. I wasn’t done.

Fortuna’s eyes pop. He leans back with an open mouth and waves his open hand in the direction of the camera.

FORTUNA: Ohhh! (looking off camera) He wasn’t done! Of course. You were just about to get to the good stuff, right? By all means, buddy… continue…

Fortuna, who stands at 6’5”, rests his elbow on Garcia’s shoulder. Garcia stares into the camera, a bit unsure of what exactly he should do at this point in time. Just as Garcia opens his mouth, he jerks forward due to another slap on the back from Fortuna.

FORTUNA: Relax, man. I’m playin’ with you. I don’t have a reason to kick your ass, so I ain’t gonna kick your ass. I’m curious, though. You hadn’t spouted out the name… Leroy “DA HAMMA” Jackson… yet. He’s right over there. Let me go get him.

Fortuna darts off camera as Garcia lets out a deep sigh. He shakes his head, looking at the camera, and shrugs.

GARCIA: I apologize fans, we seem to have been interrupted by-

Garcia is yet again interrupted by Fortuna, who is wearing a wig that resembles dreadlocks, but is clearly – most definitely – a mop head dyed black, and compliments the disguise with a stereotypical yellow bandana folded up like a gangster. This must his impression of Leroy Jackson.

GARCIA: Good lord.

Lastly, Fortuna slides on a pair of annoyingly bright sunglasses over his masked eyes. He takes a few more seconds as he staggers his feet further apart, bends his knees, grabs his nuts with one hand, and begins flashing what we can only assume are gang signs with the other.

FORTUNA: Y’y’y’yo! Yo! Yoyo! Duncan, yoyo, tell me where to go. WHOA! It’s me, DA HAMMA! Tell me dis, Garciaz! I done hearrrrd dis Leroy Jackson a hammer? I done thought hammers was is tools, son. HAMMAS AIN’T NO PEOPLE! Hammers is be tools, son. My son. Yo, my son. Dat name is super illogical and makes my brainpieces hurt, yo.

GARCIA: I take it you caught what Leroy –

Fortuna pumps his fist in the air twice.

FORTUNA: DA HAMMA!

GARCIA: - Jackson had to say then?

Fortuna stands upright and removes the props. He stares at the ground for a few seconds and after doing so holds his hand over his heart. He looks at Joel Garcia with a sincere look in his eyes.

FORTUNA: I did, Joel. I did. I watched it until I could fully grasp… exactly… what it was… he was saying. Where he was coming from, what he was thinking. Put myself in his shoes. Sung Tzu shit, you know? Anyway, I wanna say somethin’ to Mr. Jackson…

Garcia backs up a touch as Fortuna nods, politely, and smiles in appreciation. The shot focuses in on the USPW newcomer at midrange. He holds up the microphone, looking into the distance.

FORTUNA: I watched your home videos, Leroy. What did I hear? What did I see? What did I learn? I learned that The Hammer has, and I say this with one hundred percent certainty, one hell of a Friday night ahead on February 20th. That’s a promise.

Fortuna directs his gaze back to the camera.

FORTUNA: Let’s be honest, Leroy. You’re… blind. Blinded by hate for the white man. Blinded by some idea that this unhealthy, yet passionate, disdain for people of my skin color can further strengthen you as you step right in my way of becoming USPW World Champion. Worst of all, some cruel, cruel person out there in this world has blinded your simple ass with the notion that, for some reason, I will treat you with some level of respect or honor. I will not. I do not do that, Leroy. I am going to pick you apart… limb by limb… joint by joint… until you break. Then, little kitty, just before you lose consciousness from the Fade to Black and wake up with a hangover from the Ninth layer of Hell…

Fortuna leans in closer to the camera.

FORTUNA: I’ll let you hear that bell ring.