The events
that created and shaped Maximus WillHammer are almost as
interesting as he is himself. Living in a small town of Rigby, Idaho he
grew up just down the street from a sign in which read: Rigby, Idaho
birthplace of Television in which Featured the name of the inventor
Philo T Farnsworth and displayed a old fashioned television. Living in
a town so small that he had to be taken to another city for his birth
as the town had no hospital he spent many days thinking of far away
places and how he would one day be on television. The way in which Max
was brought into this world is as tragic as it is mysterious, Vietnam
destroyed his family leaving George Bradley Lewis to be adopted to
become Bradley William Walsh and living under that name until he was
about 19 years of age when after 8 years pressure from his grandparents
he allowed them to change his name. Recently immigrating from England
they insisted on him continuing the family name descending from a long
line of soldiers back to “Edward the Black Prince of Wales”, although
he was never referred to as George by anyone. This hurt the feelings of
some of the adopted family members and caused a little resentment it
especially hurt his stepfather in which he had not only grown to love
but had thought was his real father most of his life!
This had been brewing for many years and it is directly responsible for
what led to him renaming himself to a name that neither family could
have claim on or use against each other, a name that was his own!
The name that was chosen will forever create an enigma for it
itself
was a sort of magic spell woven in time whispered in his mind by an
electrical wind as he claims. He was told that he would grow into an
exceptionally large very strong man and that the  information he would
learn from his suffering would push him to endeavors never imagined by
man, past the maximum of the extreme to the unknown! That he would use
his tremendous will to push him forward against any obstacle he
encountered while using the hammer as a symbolic tool of the power to
forge new ideas to leave these dark ages. This was to much for a
13
year old boy to comprehend as he lye kneeling covered in tears in a
hole that he had dug in the side of a hill making a home like the
ground squirrels had using a military shovel and five gallon bucket
where he spent much of his time hiding from the savage beatings of his
drunk stepfather. It all seemed so far away, he could not even change
his name until other Lewis boys were born to carry on the name! This
was all very fascinating to Max but all he wanted was for his
stepfather to quit beating him and there seemed no way out of this for
another 3 years when he became a runaway a few days after his 16th
birthday. Already having purchased a truck completely on his own with a
job he walked several miles to get to every day after school allowed
him a way to escape.
Not having a home lead to huge heartbreak for him
because his dream was to play professional football or baseball and was
confident he would get a scholarship even though their family had no
money. This was confirmed in his mind by a coach from Vanderbilt
University that had watched him play in a game. Max at 16 hit
another
player so hard that it knocked the 28 year old to a height around16
feet with his head as for his feet they where over 20 in the air. The
other quarterback was running full speed when he was hit fully airborne
by Max also running at full speed, Max recovered from incident in a
roll landing on his feet screaming while watching the other player
still in the air dazed senseless he landed on his head!
The coach was startled saying that it was one of the most amazing
things he had ever seen then told Max that that if he could finish
school he was confident he would get scholarship. Max said his
stepfather was so jealous that he was going to do anything he could to
destroy him including killing him. When he realized his stepfather was
just going to ruin it anyways he went upstairs after dinner one night
grabbed is few belongings and walked downstairs said goodbye and left,
no one believed he was serious but he never returned again as for his
stepfather had told him that night that he was going to kill him just
like Patches. He soon discovered that no one would allow him to move
into an apartment and after a week he found only one lady which would
help him, and only if he could come up with 26 hundred dollars as for
you had to be 18 years of age to be able to move into an apartment
building.
This took several months of living on the streets in his truck working
2 jobs at 80 hours a week which he continued to work for about a year
before becoming a professional commercial wall covering installer
becoming known in the Southern United States as one of the fastest
installers to exist inspired the company to pay him more money than men
who had worked for the company for over 12 years he was known to all
other workers as a kind of prodigy and was liked and disliked at the
same time.
Harold W Moore & Sons were very nice to him even putting him on
stage on one occasion in front of hundreds of employees for
acknowledgment of service of being the fastest installer their company
had ever had. Being the biggest painting and wall covering company in
the South at the time with over 1200 employees Max had the ability to
hang up to an incredible 480 yards in 8 hour day by himself.
Living on the streets experiencing others trying to rob and beat him
opened up the grim reality that people need protected so he sent off
for training package to become a United States Marshall. This is where
he felt maybe he could help people but after several years of working
with organizations like Clean Teens and budding up to other police,
sheriffs and marshals getting as much information as he could he
realized he needed to go another direction after discovering
uncomfortable elements of agency.
Next he decided he wanted to learn how to fly and build airplanes with
his bare hands so he then attended school at Aerotech in which he
almost graduated but did not have the money to complete the course.
Fortunately he left with more knowledge than most without his A&P.
This did not hurt his feeling terribly as for he was already making as
much money doing construction as he could make as an A&P mechanic
so he focused on learning more trades in fact it was his goal to learn
every construction trade to the level of professional so he would be
able to build anything out of everything. He has traveled through 42
states working his way through many fields of construction up to his
last job in which he was one of the construction superintendents over
seeing 48 workers constructing 5 separate buildings 5 stories high with
around 480 individual apartments titled: The Benton’s down town
Fremont, California.
When one hears the story of Maximus past one realizes that his story is
not one that should be told!
It is a story that must be told!
The following is in his own words:
Please excuse me when I do not form proper sentence’s or stray off
track for a minute its not that I am retarded but I have been dropped
on my head many times. Sincerely Maximus WillHammer
I am a single 38-year-old
male of
British, Irish, Scottish, and Welsh descent. 6'5" tall with a weight of
275 lbs, built like a professional wrestler. I consider myself to be a
no-limit person and I am constantly seeking the proper order of
man. Very diplomatic and well-natured. I am very driven to
succeed and am always
building or working on something with my mind or hands. My longest
relationship lasted 10 years, I never married, I have no children. I
suppose I am single because I am absorbed with my work and way too
intense for the average woman. Apparently they scare easily.
The greatest man I ever knew was also the only man I ever called
father. He was a very intense and strong man, more specifically a human
horse which could bench press 550 pounds. He was a War Hero for the
Marines "Long Range Reconnaissance Patrols" or "LURP TEAMS", when
Vietnam was declared a war he received a "National Congressional Medal
of Honor" for his participation in the war. These men were nick named
"Death Squads" because they were usually organized in 5 man groups, and
were dropped into situations with no other ground support. Similar to
the movie 'Predator’ with Arnold Schwarzenegger. He was on 3 bloody
missions in which he was the only one that survived. He found his best
friends severed head mounted on a fence post with his private part
hanging out of his mouth. One can only imagine what they would do in
such a situation, but I can tell you what he did. From the seven photo
albums of color 35mm photos I discovered at age 5 while being nosy, he
killed, and killed, and killed some more. He and his friend had
actually joined together in their home town on the 'buddy program'.
After he left the war, he was like the father in 'Legends of the Fall'
and was not happy with the government. He went to work as a butcher at
'Golden Valley Packers', and soon became one of the lead Foreman.
Interestingly enough it was the exact slaughter house Clint Eastwood
had a fist fight in the movie 'Every Which Way But Loose'. Fighting
among the men was an everyday thing, as long as you did not hurt the
other man in a way where he could not perform his work. His boss kept a
huge rattlesnake head, and tarantula in glass paperweights on his desk.
One Saturday we were going to go fishing. The factory could not write
the Friday payroll checks on Friday, so we had to get it Saturday
morning. When he and I arrived to his work, the 10' tall gate with
razor tape on top was closed securing the complex with a fence of equal
size. The armed guard would not open the gate due to a mob of about 25
disgruntled Mexicans with picket signs. These people looked freaked out
and pissed off, I was terribly scared, dad parked the truck in the
driveway turned to me and said, [No matter what happens, do not get out
of this truck, or unlock the door!], I complied, he watched, then
walked right into the center of the mob and asked the men to disperse.
Instantly men started throwing down signs turned started yelling at
him, then they came at him swinging. He was one of the Foreman and they
were blaming him for some problem they were having and attacked him
like wild animals. What I seen next made me a believer in the power
that one man can possess. As every man came swinging, he struck them
only once. It was like watching a baseball player striking with the
accuracy of a snake pounding them latterly airborne unconscious with
one powerful blow. He would hit them in such a manner that he could
deliver their body’s to the ground like a dealer in a card game. He
then picked the up like sacks of potatoes and stacked about 10 or 12 of
them on top of each other on the side of the driveway as their amigos
ran frantically away. From the complete look of utter shock on the
guards face I do not think he had ever seen anything like this either.
As a child I remember every few years some government agent or agents
would come buy to recruit him for some mission somewhere, surprisingly
he was asked to be a personal bodyguards for several Presidents of the
United States. Both my mother and father had problems that let to their
divorce when I was 10. In my eleventh year, I was thrown into an
inferno of pain and misery by being repeatedly beaten and tortured for
around five years by a new stepfather before I became a runaway at
barely 16. I had lived in constant fear for 5 years, I never told my
father for fear if he only knew what my stepfather was doing he would
most likely kill him, and my mom liked him she could not believe he was
a wolf in sheep’s clothing so to speak or shall we say a dam good
actor. To this day she does not know the full extent of what was going
on I never bothered to tell her so she would not have to carry it. He
treated her kindly most all the time and I was a project for his split
personality as for when he was in that mode he was a different man
entirely. The only time I ever told on him he dislocated 4 of my
fingers by bending them back out of socket to touch the top of my
wrist, this is a painfully freaky thing to see trust me. I was then
lifted by my throat and choked against a wall until unconscious, I
thought I was dead. I was revived by being repeatedly kicked in stomach
so hard that I was lifted off the ground with every kick. Some of my
daily highlights among his favorites were to kicked, slapped, hit,
punched, burned, and his favorite was to find new ways to scare me. He
especially liked to make me eat dirt, dog food, cigarette ashes and
another treat was to try and drown you in or choke to death with dog
food, one beautiful Saturday morning he wanted to go on a family outing
which was strange for him after being there only a short time he pulled
out his rifle slowly calmly made sure he had our attention except our
mother he muzzled his insanity around her like a game, then he pulled
down to the family dog Patches and shot him at about 50 feet
sending
him flying to the ground in complete horror yelping and screaming. He
told my mother that he was not familiar with his sights and that it was
an accident but there was no target near Patches and we were not
allowed to take him to vet, I will never forget Patches crying with
fear not understanding why as he lay dying I was wondering who would be
next as for he had acted like he liked the dog until that moment and
had certainly enough bullets to kill the rest of us. Thank God Patches
did not live very long and died shortly. New stepfather liked to take
things away from me to hurt me especially on Saturdays when we were
happy after watching morning cartoons I remember another morning when
the monster killed my favorite pet cat in which happened to be pregnant
I was filled with anticipation for a gray kitten which I felt sure was
on the way, he gunned her down with a 12 gauge shotgun, her last steps
were to come to find me hiding behind a shrub watching in terror, her
babies that were not blown out were falling out along her trail to me
two of them were hanging on a barbed wire fence she managed to hop
through before she managed to get only 1 foot away from me to collapse
dead. He knew that I was hiding in the shrub bush it was a show all for
me, he made the comment, oh look you were right she did have a gray
kitty in her belly for you!
Then he just laughed at me as a fool and left.
He used to enjoy pouring out a gallon of grain for the horses to eat
but first he would torture them by getting them excited for the treat
and would pour it out of their reach, this had a more sinister effect
in which it would lure hundreds of birds to his trap as for he would
then shoot into the middle of the birds killing up to 28 birds at once
with one 12 gauge shell then he would laugh and tell us to open the
gate so the horses could eat their blood soaked grain! I had so many
bruises on my body that I would hide from everyone when changing in P.E
in school, the only kid that seen me in underwear got completely
freaked out by my ravaged body, I had told him it was a rodeo accident,
after all this is what my step father had used as an excuse when my
mother had questioned bruises but it was well known that I would try to
ride any horse that would let my hand touch his mane the wild Mustangs
were my favorite to ride but they were incredible smart and hard to
ride without a saddle if they did not want you to. I remember thinking
if they found out they would put me in a home, or break up the family.
This man was nice to everyone else in the family, he would drink hard
alcohol then seek me out and rarely bothered anyone else, although
after a while he turned on my little brother.
One day while shooting BB guns his son shot out the front window of a
combine on the way home I looked at him in amazement that he had just
done such a thing, he looked at me and said nothing. That night the
neighbor came over after our step father got home and informed him
about the window, he asked us who did it? I looked at Steve his son and
he just looked at me! He told the man he to rest assured he would get
to the bottom of this he then assembled us in the den and shut the door
and came sporting a bull whip, a real bull whip with the huge handle to
beat and bash things! He declared that no one was leaving this room
until someone confessed to this incident then he started circling us
taunting and threatening force which was promptly demonstrated by him
bashing me on the head, then beating the table, then he turned
everything up a notch and round again, this time he bashed me
repeatedly about 5 blows to my head and body, then on to my brother Ben
he started hitting him, I looked at his son Steve who had broke the
window he smiled his dad would never touch him he could do no wrong,
and with that I knew that this would go on and on until my brother or I
confessed to the window, it seems this is what his cruel son had wanted
to see. With that thought I confessed to breaking the window just to
stop him from beating my brother anymore even though I had watched his
son break the window. He became even more furious quite enraged that I
did not confess earlier and that I had put his son and my brother
through this so he made them watch as he whipped me then I was savagely
dragged by my hair across the floor out the door down the stairs over
100 feet to the street before I was allowed to walk with my own feet.
Barely able to stand unsure how much more would come after the
negotiation I felt like I was sold into slavery as the neighbor offered
1 dollar per hour to pay for the 480 dollar window which required me to
work for this man in which had killed my new dog Buck by running him
over with his car. One morning I found my Golden Labrador puppy dead in
my front yard I determined he had been hit by a car and tossed back
into our yard as I went to the street there was a license plate covered
in blood someone had left it in a hurry to flea the scene. I told the
neighbor about the incident gave him the plate and told him I know this
was the person that killed my dog he then assured me he would find who
did it and get me another dog, it was back on his car the next day and
the pig never even washed off Bucks blood or gave me another dog and
now I had to work for this guy for years. The reason why I spend a
little time telling you these horrible things is not because I want
your pity, and I did not selectively pick the most horrible things that
he did as for there were many years of this shit, all the good times
were when I was out of his presence in hiding. The point is I believe
this guy literally became possessed by another spirit, for real! This
guy became pure evil, if you fought back he became completely violent
and appeared insane, not the same person. It is quite a thing
when you
discover that monsters are real, and they have the power to over take
men’s minds. I had been a Cub scout, a Boy scout, and was almost an
Eagle scout before we moved to the big city of over 4 million people.
Most all scout leaders where ex military, I had been trained in every
manner of survival unbelievably young. Tracking animals had been a
specialty back home in Idaho where I had lived on a million acre ranch
when I was 13 and 14. In the summer I would only come home only to give
the appearance of being there by performing my house chores. I would
usually sleep by the creek, in the forest trees in a jungle hammock, or
a small cave like room I dug in a hill near home. I felt safer there
away from my stepfather, many times I lived on trout and small game
that I gathered so I would not have to go back home but these are far
away thoughts while living in the cab of a 69 Chevy. The first time I
was robbed, I was living in my truck in the city as a runaway at 16, I
was not afraid of anyone anymore and although it had concerned me very
bad at first I decided to overtake him and I almost beat him to death
with a high pressure gun at a neighborhood car wash as for he tried to
rob me while washing my truck. I was so very tired of being
afraid of
bullies, I decided that I was going to turn the tables on things so to
speak. This was also when I first realized there are many locations in
our country in which just being there in itself would usually always
guarantee personal assaults on a daily basis with the intent to kill
you. When you live in your vehicle in the city you learn very quickly
that it is very dangerous business as for in the nice neighbor hoods
people would be suspicious of new vehicles and quite often call police
if you tried to sleep there. The police think your drunk or on drugs so
the will try to work you over but when they discovered I was harmless
boy from Idaho they would let me go but this can still be quite a scary
experience and in commercial, or industrial sections you are a total
target after 10:00 for the police and private security. The only place
you can stay is truck stops where the lot lizards will try to steal
your stuff or rape you. The only places that had no security and that
the police left alone were the worst places in city in which all the
inhabitants were literally criminals so no one would ever call the
police! These were the most dangerous places in the massive city
where
police only come to document the carnage and take photos before the
corpse are removed. For a time these places became my home and People
tell me I was like the punisher only I had never heard of that story my
call sign was “The Hammer” and unbelievable I heard rumors of myself on
the streets. In this city it was against the law to rent apartments to
children under 18. It took me almost 2 months working 80 hours a week
to come up with enough money to straight up bribe an employee that
worked at an apartment complex to let me move in. I had come from a
very poor family the 2,600.00 dollars it cost to move into my 600.00 a
month apartment was the most money I had ever seen. During the months
of living on the streets I found myself playing a game just to kill
time, the game was to see how many times I could get robbed to test
myself in combat against whatever I found. I researched and discovered
self defense and military laws vary from state to state and country to
country, and in most cases you can protect yourself but not kill the
assailants without high risk of prison. One day I was in the gun store
when a Tennessee State Trooper asked for some rubber bullets this is
when I discovered that a large variety of smart bullets existed, and
could be incorporated with hand to hand combat to be used to
incapacitate attackers without killing them.
I had been trained in boxing, wrestling, improvised weapons, gun
fighting, advanced rifle target, and 8 months later I started a form of
Laotian Tiger Style a unique style of martial arts. I had an
interesting experience as for witnessing an extremely violent person
over come in a near death experience change his wild and violent
nature, to then exist in society without hurting others, well at least
he got a job at McDonald's and did not appear to rob people anymore. I
discovered this after shooting this man three times point plank with
rubber bullets when he pulled a knife on me and demanded my wallet
stating he was going to gut me. I was scared and did not know how well
the rubber bullets would work when I unleashed the revolver point blank
from his screams I think they worked rather well. Although I do not
know if it completely changed him, he did instantly change his
occupation. Strangely enough many of the meanest brutal street thugs I
encountered required at least one brutal enlightening treatment before
they would respect other life and seriously consider change.
It seems that for a while there was an endless amount of conflicts in
involving physical violence including many gun battles well over a
hundred, more than I care to even try to remember and out of all
fairness it was another life, I never approached anyone they always
came at me I just made sure I was in the right place to get the desired
effect, but after a while when I realized that after I was 18 they
police might not think is so cute, and I would have to really go to
work for a department cannot freelance without protection from prison
when playing this game.
Unfortunately in most real life situations many are killed learning
these lessons from police and military which rarely employ the use of
smart bullets. Most monsters were first bullies with a parasitic
nature. The constant use of violent force most often unbalances them,
creating new levels of madness which seems to intoxicate them. I have
seen it in there eyes, there are people who truly find pleasure in
others pain. They become like vampires or predators that search out for
victims at night.
For many years I actually searched for monsters which used physical
force and extreme violence to cause pain and death to others. I put
myself into situations that would most likely guarantee me being
attacked, this was my way to protect others who were unaware of these
predators, and honestly at the time, to taste bitter sweet revenge. I
started this completely in a freelance manner when I was 16, It was
only a matter of time before I was discovered in a shake down by
government agents. I openly confessed to what I had been doing, except
I kept the shooting with rubber slugs on the low down because you could
not own a handgun in that state under 18.
{ I would use two 32" x 1 1/4" round rods to defend myself most of the
time I incorporate them in a form of martial arts they can be used to
beat a person like a rag doll, like some sick magic trick in
which
they are almost helpless watching helplessly as they are physically
dismantled. At the time one of my biggest goals in life then was to be
a United States Marshal, I tried to use this as an opportunity to work
with them, but they said I was not old enough to even begin training
and probably thought I was just some crazy kid. So I sent off for their
training package and decided to conclude my own training }.
Since I was not breaking any laws I could not be stopped by arresting
me and I was warned not to pursue such matters as for they were
extremely dangerous and not a game. To my delight my persistence over
time lead to the need of my assistance one night. I impressed several
agents so much that I was utilized from time to time. My age worked in
their favor, the street thugs never expected a kid like me to exist.
The agents were intrigued by my level of skills and enthusiasm for this
particular dangerous field. I was more of a rogue informant source
since they would not let me in the game full time. After I got my own
apartment I decided to quite one of my jobs because I was making a lot
of money in construction. At that time I was a painter and commercial
paper hanger my boss loved me, my ambition, height, and strength,
combined with my ability to memorize anything he show me. I got a raise
almost every month for quite a while, an average paper hanger would
install 80 - 120 yards of material a day, I was producing 280 - 480
yards of materials a day. I had become addicted to my night activities
with only one job I could get more involved now. I would gather
information and surveillance for various agents, I felt a little safer
from legal trouble while conducting my own agenda on the side I never
did illegal things but I was in the danger zone. Inspiring criminals to
have a conviction of heart by standing up and overcoming them in such a
way as to make them afraid for their own life can be quite a thing,
especially when it involves gun battles. To see this little
reality
swap in the eyes of some ruthless being can be addicting in itself
after you have seen the damage they can do, it feels like a sort of
cleansing. This really seemed to have an effect on them, it tamed them,
and I at the time I thought it was just plain good therapy for all
parties involved. Now aware that there was a war being conducted every
day and that people were hunting and killing even the righteous and
holy people, sent me into levels of sadness and vibrating rage that I
had never experienced before. Discovering most urban disturbances are
controlled by mobs created the fear of being violently hacked to pieces
then burned and dragged by the savage group. This seemed like a real
possibility to me from what I witnessed on the streets. This greatly
disturbed me and changed my personality for ever. If I was ever going
to feel safe, or protect myself, a client, or a loved from a blood
thirsty barbaric hoard, I would have to train to become a modern
Warrior unlike anything I had ever known before. I developed my own
affordable smart bullets for self defense, these slow velocity rubber
projectiles would offer me the opportunity to unleash my fury without
killing anyone and risking my freedom while protecting myself. Due to
my size and training, when being attacked I will not usually resort to
gun play unless absolutely necessary, I have fought around a dozen
people at once before with a pair of defense sticks. I have literally
stopped a mob of over 50 people after disabling 8 people in about 3
seconds, this was an unorganized mob and not soldiers but I walked away
because they were convinced they could not penetrate my bubble. They
were right I was a half crazed survivor these were just a bunch of
stupid kids wanting to play alley fight! But I must say you never
forget the energy of such a thing!
Imagine having the ends of two pool sticks, and the ability to hit
somebody about 6 times per second hearing the cracks and shrills caused
by the swift blows usually puts things into perspective very quick.
Every person operates on mechanical and electrical functions. In what
could appear as a dance one learns how stop anything that comes within
my case a 12 foot circle. What appears to quickly slap the assailant
actually destroys and breaks critical areas of the body, it is as easy
as turning a light switch off, unless this person is highly trained
with proper weapons they have no chance of ever reaching me. This dance
only last until I see a gun then I will fight with a gun. I have never
started a fight in my life, but I will not under any circumstances
watch any monster destroy their victim in my presence. It is not
something as an idea it is an energy, when I feel it I want to hit it
with full force. Many may wonder what would disturb a boy to undertake
such dangerous activities, many unfortunate things led to these
events. As a child I had dreams which convinced me beyond a
shadow of
a doubt that I have lived before, and that I will live again, by being
reincarnated, this knowledge has interesting side effects. After you
have lost everything you ever wanted to many times, a person carries a
tremendous amount of sadness, despair, and pain with them. When these
things that are taken from you are people, and things that you can
never replace, You become a different person. Every day is nothing more
than a reminder of what you will never have again, and what you will
live the rest our your life without, and you develops a hatred for what
took them away. This build up of negative energy has to be released,
for every action there is an equal but opposite reaction. So my
reaction is to transform this energy into a positive form, and return
it. I will continue to struggle to find ways to make the world better,
and try to prevent horrible crimes against others through media
education, teaching the conviction of heart, to inspire others to do
the right thing especially those who have power over others.
Since one person can cannot be more than one place at a time, I will
try to reach out into the world with film and teach the things that I
have learned to others. Life is about education and learning, how to
live with each other.
I have been to many places, and experienced so many things that I feel
that I must try to share my stories, people seem to have the same
desires everywhere this is what led me to the idea of entertainment
there are many stories that need to be told. I have been collecting
stories of my adventures my whole life and I know that I could produce
a career like Clint Eastwood in which he produced 1 to 2 films every
year hopefully I have what it takes to make it. |
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