Post by Storm on May 25, 2016 10:19:53 GMT -5
The Ugly Truth
Part 1 out of 3
No Escape
Part 1 out of 3
No Escape
Diaries Of A Knucklehead
1st January, 2015
New year - but the world has stayed the same. Nothing changes man. Nothing ever changes. Evolution isn't change. It isn't anything. The world stays the same because these "civilized" people stay the same. No one cares man, and thats the truth of it. You know - when I was younger I used to think that the world was all sunshine and rainbows. That nothing went wrong and that the grass was always green, that the unicorns would come out during spring, life gets a lot better when you mature and that we would all live forever and ever. How naive was I? When you get older you begin to realize that it's all bullshit. I mean - obviously the world isn't engulfed with unicorns in the spring, and of course the sun isn't always shining. The real bullshit is that "life gets better". Because it doesn't. It just gets worse and worse because you begin to unveil what's wrong with this world, you begin to acknowledge how filthy and disgusting the world we live in is. And to be quite frank, it makes me feel sick. These "civilized" people - they don't give a fuck about you man. Even the guys and gals who's occupation is to tell you that they care, they don't really. At the end of the day they're doing it for the money. They want you to keep on coming into their offices with an abundance of money for extra help. They don't care. I'll tell you when they do care. When you're dead. But not for the right reasons. They care because you didn't include them in your will, they care because that's their extra money for the month not coming in - and they'll pretend they care just to get into the funeral for the free snacks. They don't care man. No one does. I used to believe that this world was good. That this world was full of heroes - like in Gotham or Starling City. I used to believe that there was a "savior". There is no savior man. No one can save you from this world. There is truly no escape.
But over the last year I've tried to escape. I've tried to create my own little utopia when life gets hard. Somewhere I can just go, y'know? Somewhere I can fly to when shit gets hard and you're at rock bottom and life doesn't seem to be getting any better. Somewhere you can fly to - with the cool air brushing your hair upon your face whilst the stratus clouds move across the dark sky as paradise opens before your eyes. A place where you don't have to say anything to anyone. A place where you can just be free. Ever since my schizophrenia diagnosis, my hallucinations of this place have been very elusive, almost real in some circumstances. My utopia (I like to call it Stormtropolis) is a place where I can see my Dad again. Where I can really see him. He doesn't talk back. He just smiles. That's all I need I suppose. You see - a year ago my father died in a car accident. I don't like to think about it much. I don't like to talk about it much. But write about it? I'm OK with that. As long as no one is reading, I'm cool with that. My father died after watching me perform in a wrestling match last May. A match that I lost. A match that will stay with me for the rest of my life. You see, when I lost that match against Itsumade last year - I was disappointed with myself. I was dubbed favorite to win the match however I didn't deliver. Losing wasn't something that happened frequently to me. And to lose in front of my father for the very first time, I did what I thought was right at the time, I got in my car went to the bar and I had a drink. One drink led to another and another and another. Until I was absolutely hammered and riding down the motor way going one hundred and fifty miles per hour. My dad... he done what any dad would do. He tried to find me. And well, he didn't. And I blame myself for that. I blame myself for the death of my Dad. I guess his death triggered my schizophrenia, thats what the doctors say anyway. Emotionally unstable for like several months, haven't stepped in the four sided ring for like several months. Haven't slept with a girl for like several months. I would commit suicide however I lack the constitution.
Stormtropolis helps me to numb the pain, y'know? Guys like Rick. My only friend. Rick however, he helps me a lot. He reminds me of myself you know? It's crazy, his life story is pretty much the same as mine, which is crazy man. Rick has been helping me a lot recently and has suggested that I should return to the four sided ring. He claims that it will make me feel better, because when you're in the ring you forget about your problems, and just focus on the task at hand. Sorta like a utopia, y'know? I'm not sure though. First of all, I'm not sure if I have it in me. Second of all, I'm not sure if I still have the burning passion that I used to possess. I hope I can find it. Its somewhere buried in a dusty vault. I'm just gonna have to find it. But for the time being I don't see myself going back into the four sided ring. I don't see myself wrestling for a long time. I'm not sad man. I'm not happy either. I don't know what I am. I just hope that things get better. But I doubt they will. Nothing ever dies. There's no escape man.
From the Knucklehead,
Mark Storm.
Detroit, Michigan
Chaotic Dinner
With: Reynolds, Storm and Gabreal.
Chaotic Dinner
With: Reynolds, Storm and Gabreal.
"This isn't just the start of something beautiful. It's a start of a friendship!"
The three men raised their glasses as Gabreal finished his sentence, with a smile embedded on his face as he clinked glasses with the other two men of project chaos. All dressed in suits, the three men all gulped down the red wine from their glasses, as they retreated back to their seats with enjoyment. Located in an empty restaurant (presumably they rented out the place), the three men enjoyed themselves with laughter as they sat around the circled table.
"You know - Monday night was a huge success! Not only did you two respectively get your wins, but we also introduced ourselves to the world! You seen the social networks man? WE'VE blown up! Hash-tag Project Chaos is still trending now my friends, that's what you call an effect."
Gabreal grabbed another bottle of wine from the table beside them, pouring himself and the other two a glass whilst the other two sat back with enjoyment. Storm looking particularly comfortable around his new companions, a very rare smile embedded on his face as he took his glass and sipped on his wine.
"We are the topic of conversation. We are what the PEOPLE are talking about. Extreme Wrestling Corporation is going to get some MASSIVE ratings, and that's all going to be because of us. You know what I'm going to be asking next week? I'm gonna walk into that douche-bag, Mac, office - and demand for a pay-rise! I mean we deserve it, with the ratings that are going to go through the roof the next few shows because of us!"
The three men laughed, mocking Mac as they sat around the table - Reynolds getting up onto his feet and portraying Mac as an exaggerated tough guy, putting a salad bowl over his head to resemble his baldness before sitting back down, the other two men cracking up with laughter.
"Christ man! The bald son of a bitch.. if he knows what good for business and if he has a brain, he'll accept that proposal. But then again.. the guy must be brain dead. I mean look at his squeeze, Madison Mitchell, I mean come on man - she could pass for a hooker!"
Reynolds and Gabreal engaged in laughter once again, slamming the table hard as they struggled to breath. Whereas Storm's face went from amused to serious, looking at the two men with a stern look in his eyes as they continued to laugh. Gabreal and Reynolds realized Storm wasn't laughing, abruptly stopping after a while.
"Jesus Storm.. don't tell me you're still caught up on that chick?"
Storm shrugged.
"I just didn't think it was funny - that's all."
"Tell you what was funny, the way you whooped her ass last week. I gotta say Mark - brother - you show no remorse! Even to those you like man, I like that. I like that a lot in fact."
Storm chuckled to himself, looking up at the two men.
"Well you know what they say. You hurt the ones you love."
The amusement and jokey atmosphere around the table deteriorated and silence filled the air as Reynolds and Gabreal looked at each other, realizing that Storm wasn't joking around. Storm took another sip from his glass, placing it on the table as he sat back comfortable, raising his head to look at the two men who looked sternly back. He looked puzzled, not knowing what was going on - he questioned them:
"Why the long faces, boys? This is a night of celebration!"
Storm rose from his seat and grabbed the bottle of wine, chugging down a great amount of wine as he got up onto the table - a creepy smile on his face as he looked up at the ceiling, his face glowing as the light bulb shone directly on him.
"Tonight is about us, man! It's nothing about anyone else. Fuck everyone else man."
He continued to drink, chugging down another amount as he stumbled on the table - Reynolds and Gabreal having to grab onto his legs to keep him stable, as they helped him down back into his chair. Storm smiled to himself muttering "this is the best night ever" as Gabreal and Reynolds watch a intoxicated Mark Storm, beginning to learn more and more about Mark, even though he's in a drunken state.
"You weren't joking were you Mark.. you love Madi?"
Storm laughed to himself before answering.
"She's like a dove, y'know? She's like this beacon of hope man. This beautiful little beacon of hope. Damn.. I just wish she'd notice me man. I just wish she'd know how I feel y'know? I haven't known her for very long. But damn man, she got me catching feelings."
He laughed at his own joke before Reynolds pinned a question on him.
"Hey Mark.. - "
Jay couldn't even pin the question, with Storm interrupting.
"I don't even like beating her anymore man! I just reckon Mac's doing this on purpose man, putting me against her, so that everytime I beat her, she realizes that I'm not the guy she thinks I am."
Once again silence filled the air once Storm finished his sentence, beginning to sit up straight as the two men got closer to him, in an attempt to comfort their fallen comrade. Storm wasn't sobering up at all. Reynolds got some water and began to shake it in front of Storm, trying to get his attention. But Storm ignored him. Glaring into space with a vacant look in his eye.
"Mark?"
"I'm gonna push her away, y'know? That's the only thing I'm good at. Pushing people away. I pushed my mom away from me. I pushed my old friends away from me. I just push and push and push. I make people crazy."
The two men listened to Storm intriguingly, curious about what Mark had to say.
"You guys won't wanna be with me man. You guys won't wanna be associated with me man. I'm just bad news man. I'm just a useless fucker man. (He chuckled) Why have you guys even got me here? You could of had any one of those fuckers in the locker room.. but you chose me? Why? Because I'm crazy or something? You've probably heard the latest rumors right? I'm just a crazy son of a bitch. Is this some sort of sick joke you guys are playing? To have me believing that I'm one of you but then leave me in the dark.. that's just sick man. That's fucking sick."
"Mark.. that's not what we're doing."
"I wouldn't blame you man. I'm a dumb piece of shit man. (Chuckling once again) I'm nothing man. I'm nothing. I'm just here. No one wants me man. Madison don't want me. My mom doesn't want me. My old friends don't want me."
Storm paused, his eyes beginning to flood with tears as he questioned why everyone seems to abandon him in life. He looked up at Gabreal and Reynolds and question:
"Why doesn't anybody want me?"
He broke down, falling off of his seat and onto the floor as he cried loudly. Gabreal and Reynolds looked at each other astonished before looking back down at Storm, not knowing what to do as Storm weeped and weeped - banging the ground hard with his fists as he muttered "why" numerous times. The constant shouting and crying caused the manager to rush out from his office. He didn't say anything either. Like Gabreal and Renyolds, he looked at Storm, a grown man, who was weeping like a little baby. Silenced.
"We got you buddy. Come on, let's take you home - ay?"
Reynolds spoke in an unrecognizable gentle voice as he grabbed on side of Storm whilst Gabreal grabbed the other. The two men helped their companion up, brushing him off quickly before carrying Storm - who was still weeping - outside the restaurant. The two men looked at each other as they carried Storm out, nodding to each other approvingly, as almost to say - they've always got his back.
The Morning After
Detroit, Michigan
Some Shit Hotel
"My head hurts man. The fuck happened last night?"
Storm questioned, looking up at the two men as he munched on his cornflakes. Gabreal and Reynolds both looked at each other, both knowing what actually happened last night as they sobered up towards the end - however for the sake of Storm, remained quiet with the truth, bringing up some other mumbo jumbo.
"Beats me! I was FUCKED last night! All I remember was celebration! And if we can't remember it, it must have been a good night right!
Gabreal nodded his head approvingly, approving the save from Reynolds.
"Who gives a damn man. What we should be focusing on is Monday. We've got three days man! Three days to prepare for what could be the most dominant match in the companies history. That's the goal, RIGHT?"
Reynolds and Storm said "yes" simultaneously.
"In order to live up to our name! We've gotta win! And in order to win, we've got to cause chaos."
"Damn straight man. I'm not gonna lie man. I'm really looking forward to Monday night. It should be a special occasion, main eventing Brawl should be special. It's been a while since I last did that."
"I've never had the pleasure."
"Well Mark, it sure does beat being stuck in the middle of the card. Being on the main event status in a federation like EWC is massive man. But what's even more special, is winning the main event and that's what we're going to do."
The three men all nodded their heads, as they all engaged in their kellogs cornflakes - munching soundly.
"The fact is boys, I don't see us losing. I don't see us losing because we have a team of winners. I mean look around boys. Just look around. If there was a wrestling dream team, we would feature in that dream team because we're the damn best as what we do. Period.
We got Jay Reynolds former United States Champion who has already made a name for himself in this establishment. Not only did he win last week but he DOMINATED last week. He reminded people that he isn't a man to be messed with. He's a man that should be feared. He's a man that many do fear.
If Jay Reynolds isn't enough for you, then Mark Storm should be enough to settle it. I mean, kid, since you've arrived on the scene you've come out the blocks hard! You're hot man. Everybody wants a bit of Mark Storm. And that triple threat match last week, that stabilized your position at the higher tier of this company. The storm has only just arrived, it hasn't reached it's full magnitude yet!
And then there's me! Yours truly. I don't need to bombard about myself, because I already know. Boys, on Monday I don't see us losing and I'm just being honest. This team that WE have assembled it's too damn good for that. And to get beaten by Maverick and his entourage? Hell no."
After his hefty speech, Storm and Reynolds thanked Gabreal for his words of respect towards them.
"This really is the start of something beautiful."
"Just wanna say thanks guys."
Gabreal and Reynolds looked at each other.
"For not mentioning last night? I know I was a state man. And I've gotta say - thank for making sure I was cool guys, really cool how you've got my back. I don't really have many friends. I'm glad you guys want me here, on this team... apart of your project."
Storm smiled at both of them, appreciating their support and their helping last night.
"This isn't my project.. this isn't Reynolds either. It's ours, brother. Now enough of this shit. This is starting to sound like some shit from broke back mountain, let's get the fuck out of here man."
The Shoot
"I'm bad milk. Drink it."
The recognizable deep voice of Mark Storm echoed through the hallways as the cameras faded into the scene. Standing in front of an EWC backdrop was the self proclaimed "Reckoning of Professional Wrestling" who stood tall with a microphone in one hand, wearing his authentic "Storm is Coming" t-shirt, whilst dressed in his usual wrestling attire. Storm ran his fingers through his bleach blonde hair, allowing himself some time to think about what he was going to say as he looked deep into the camera, a sinister look in his eye.
"I used to wanna be good man. I used to wanna be like a superhero. I remember as a kid I'd dress up as Batman every halloween, and try to fight all the other kids who were dressed as The Joker. I hated those kids man. I despised them. But you know, they always used to get the most amount of candy on halloween. They'd steal if they had to. They just wanted to have it all. And now, I finally realize.
I can't believe it's taken me this long to realize that being bad, the villain, whatever you wanna call it - is actually kinda good thing. I used to care too much about what people thought about me. So I used to give everybody this goody goody image, that worked - for a very long time. This goody goody image however, it worked in the independent scene. It worked when I was pretty much NOTHING. It worked when I had NOTHING. But now. I'm becoming someone else. Now, I'm becoming something else.
Now I'm with the big boys and gals, competing for the grand prize that every gay and guy want. The EWC World Championship man. I'm in the big leagues. Earning big bucks - performing in front of the hundreds and thousands man. And in the big leagues you have to perform week in and week out, day in and day out with no excuses. A torn ligament isn't an excuse here in the big leagues. There's no excuses here. You go hard or you go home. And recently, that's what I've been doing - going hard.
You can love me or hate me man but you can't deny that I've been pretty good as of late. I've been climbing up the ladder of expectation as well as the ladder of rankings. I've been climbing and climbing and climbing and now ladies and gentlemen, I'm finally at the top."
He took a moment to pause, walking up and down as he thought about what he was going to say next before engaging once again with his words of wisdom.
"The main event status man! I must say, it looks pretty good from up here looking down at the rest of the roster. Now I know how Damien Kingston felt up on his high horse. Shame though, he's back down with the rest of the losers in the roster. Sorry Kingston, you're one of them now.
I acknowledge the fact that I'm not going to be in the main event week in week out. I understand that and accept it. They gotta give other people a go at the top of the carrousel. What I'm going to do is make the most of it. With my brothers, tonight we main event here in Vancouver against the team of Chris Maverick and aKa!"
Cheers echo through the arena, reaching the backstage corridors causing Storm to pause.
"Whoever they are. Now look, I don't doubt their talent. I don't doubt that they can give us one hell of a match tonight. I don't doubt any of that. I'm just certain that the end result of the match is going to be a win for Project Chaos!"
Boos now begin to echo, filling the backstage corridors as Storm shrugged.
"I don't think they're going to win because of the fact that there's so much for us to play for. So much that is one the table for team Project Chaos. We've got the tag team championships in our myst, all three of us have eyes on the world title and any other title we can get our hands on. We plan for chaos to reign over this company and for that to truly happen tonight is a must win. Tonight is the beginning of the chaotic takeover."
As Storm finished his sentence emerging from behind him was Jay Reynolds and Gabreal Martins which gained even more boos to echo from the main arena to the backstage area. The three men all chuckled with amusement before Storm finished off his promo.
"There isn't a team half as deadly as us. There isn't a team half as good as us. There isn't a team like us. We have the basic essentials to take over this company and make it our own damn company man. Project Chaos begins tonight ladies and gents - and I've got to say, the Storm has been brewing for far too long.. it's time for the wind turbulence to pick up in speed.
Mark my words. A storm is coming. A storm that bigger than you've ever seen before."
Once Storm finished his sentence he dropped the microphone which created a booming thud. Storm walked towards the camera, pushing it away and causing the camera man to fall, which also created a thud as the cameraman landed on the ground whilst the three men chuckled walking away from the scene.