Post by Storm on May 25, 2016 10:30:02 GMT -5
Stormtropolis
Where Is My Mind?
Part One out of Six
Diaries Of A Knucklehead
Friday 3rd April, 2015
00:48am
Where is my mind?
Why am I feeling like this? I thought that after everything that transpired at Stranglemania X everything would be OK and I would be restored to this world as a new man. I thought that the possession of the World Heavyweight Championship would stop my constant need of wanting someone with me. I thought that by winning at Stranglemania X, that I would finally be complete. The truth is that ever since that night I haven't been able to sleep at night, thus why I'm writing to you. I'm lost.. I don't know what I want anymore. I don't know what my purpose is anymore. And I'm not sure how long I can put up this act of everything being alright, when really, in the inside - I'm slowly deteriorating as I'm being replaced by my alter ego (Rick the Ruler). I thought I liked who I was becoming. I've been putting up this whole different persona of myself recently. I guess I've been trying to return to how things used to be a year ago, with my ego as high as a kite. I'm not as egotistical as I used to be. But I'm trying to return to my old ways for some strange reason, purely because of the fact that Rick is constantly telling me that this is the way forward if I want to progress with my career - however once again, I'm beginning to question whether he wants the best for me, or the best for him. Either way, I thought that by becoming the bad guy, I would be fulfilled and all the worries of yesterday would evaporate. It's sad to admit that it's not like that at all. After acknowledging who I am, things got a bit better I suppose. I met a great girl, met Reynolds and Gabreal and aligned with them - not to mention also winning the EWC World Heavyweight title. I don't know what I'm complaining about.. something just doesn't feel right about the whole predicament I find myself in.
The sad thing is that next week this feeling will probably be forgotten, however the week after the feeling will probably return. I'm tired of feeling like this. I'm tired of being tired. I can't sleep due to the fact that I don't know what the hell I want. I don't know why I don't feel anything. After winning the world championship, I looked at the golden plate draped on my shoulder - and I felt relieved and rejuvenated. However as the days have gone by, my feelings towards the championship belt seem to have distanced. How am I supposed to feel? I should be attached to that belt. That belt should either be around my waist or draped on my shoulder. It should never leave my sight. Yet every time I look at that title, and see my name on that golden place - I feeling nothing. I'm empty. Almost like the title doesn't mean anything to me.. that isn't right - is it? Xplode may as well bank in his world heavyweight title briefcase as soon as he can.. with how my mental state is right now, I couldn't give a damn about losing it.. it would mean nothing, and I would feel nothing. I'm trying to find the reasons why I have been feeling like this. With my lack of sleep recently, which my doctor has now said is definitely insomnia, I've been looking for answers. Looking for some guidance that can help me reconnect with the championship belt I worked so hard to attain. In reality I don't want to lose this title. I've worked so hard for it.. I had to go through an abundance of superstars to get to where I am right now.. and giving this title up, all that hard work would have been for nothing. I just really hope I find some answers soon. I really hope that my feelings and my thoughts will soon be cleared up because I can't keep living like this.
Everything was supposed to be better now. I was supposed to be enjoying my time with Gretchen, with my thoughts clear and my mind intact. I haven't even seen Gretchen since Stranglemania X... I've been meaning to call her but I've lacked the capability to. I don't know why. If anything she could help with the whole predicament, I trust her judgment and urgently need someone's advice or opinion. I guess its true what they say.. materialistic objects can't stop a suicidal weakness.. I wouldn't call myself suicidal though! I'm not that bad.. I'm just lost once again and looking for answers. I need these answers real quick too - because Monday Night BRAWL is literally round the corner and I found myself in the main event once again, competing for the EWC Tag Team Championship alongside my companion Jay Reynolds as we're representing Project Chaos. I don't want to let him down. I don't want to let Gabreal Martin down. I don't want to let the team down. And I don't want to let me down. This is a big opportunity for us to add another title to the accolades. ANOTHER opportunity at glory. ANOTHER big match which may go down in the archives as one of the greatest matches in this companies history. And ANOTHER match packed with superstars all wanting the same as us - the tag team titles. With my current mental state I wouldn't favor our chances of even winning.. but I'm hoping this is all going to change soon. I'm hoping that I can return to my former self - despite not liking him - but I need to. If not for myself then for my team.
Where is my mind, man?
From The Knucklehead,
Mark Storm.
St Louis, Missouri
The Home of Mark Storm
Friday 3rd April, 2015
09:29am
The Home of Mark Storm
Friday 3rd April, 2015
09:29am
Reverberations of the sound of the alarm bell rung through the room as Storm immediately rose his head from his pillow, looking at his alarm clock before slamming his hand down onto it to stop the buzzing noise. It was typical -Storm had begun to close his eyes before the alarm clock suddenly went off. He rolled out of his bed, dressed in; black plain boxer shorts, white everlast socks, and a plain yellow shirt. He exited his room, walking over to the bathroom as he yawned - running his fingers through his hair as he approached the sink, placing both of his hands on the sides of them. He looked at his reflection in the mirror above the sink, disgusted with what he was looking at as he swayed his head sideways. His eyes were red from the lack of sleep in the last few days, bags had started to form under his eye lids - whilst facial hair started to appear around the jaw and mouth of Storm, stubbles of hair, nothing serious.
He continued to look hard at his own reflection, turning his head sideways as he then examined the scar on his cheek which was still visible after his match against Ruby at Stranglemania. He shied away a little as he brought his hand closer to the scar, to afraid to touch it however he eventually did. He brought his hand back down quickly, his eyes squinting in pain as he grit his teeth, nodding his head in disapproval of that fact the scar was still visible. He picked up his tooth brush, place toothpaste on it quickly and exited the bathroom, beginning to engage with the activity of brushing his teeth. He made his way back over to his own room, carefully brushing his teeth as he walked over to his wardrobe, leaving the toothbrush in his mouth whilst setting out some clothes on his bed. His room was rather luxurious. His bed was situated in the middle of the room, a double bed (which is surprising, considering he rarely has any women round), behind his bed was a large wide cabinet of championship belts he had won over his career in professional wrestling and mixed martial arts, as well as tournament trophies. He looked at the championship belt that was in the middle of the cabinet, his most recent prized possession - the Extreme Wrestling Corporation - World Heavyweight Championship.
Embedded with a number of sapphires and rubies, Storm glared at the championship - a vacant look in his eyes as he done so.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Standing by the door was the familiar Rick The Ruler who looked in on Storm who remained focus on the championship. Rick smiled as he entered the room, looking round at the neatly organized room of Mark who then continued to brush his teeth, going over to the sink he has installed in his room and spitting before putting some water over his toothbrush, and repeating the action.
"The holy grail of professional wrestling."
Like always, Rick was dressed in his dark Grey suit, with his hair slicked back and smart shoes on his feet. He spoke with confidence as he emerged further into the room, his hands in his pockets as he grinned from ear to ear, delighted with the accomplishment. Meanwhile, Storm continued brushing his teeth, spitting out one final time before placing the tooth brush in a glass, seemingly not going back to the bathroom because he didn't want to leave Rick alone with the title in the same room.
"We worked for that championship Mark! We did that! After all the weeks of hard work and all the intense training, thats what we have accomplished. And I've got to tell you Mark, it feels great to be world champion!"
Rick's strong German accent caused him to have numerous mispronunciation. He walked over to the cabinet, touching the glass surrounding the world heavyweight title whilst he continued to grin from ear to ear - his teeth glistening as he done so. He opened the cabinet slowly, which gained the attention of Storm who was rummaging through his draws for his towel so he could go and have a shower. Storm turned immediately after hearing Rick open the cabinet, his eyes flared up restlessly as he stopped what he was doing and walked over to Rick.
"Put - that - down!"
The two shared a glance which lasted a few minutes. Rick had the title in his right hand and as the two continued to glare at each other, he extending his hand outward; offering the title to Storm who accepted by snatching it off of him and placing it on his shoulder.
"I won this championship. Not you."
Storm's voice was cold and calculating. He didn't look too pleased either, as he returned the championship belt back where it was before returning to his draws and pulling out his towel. Rick stood motionless however by his facial expression, you could tell that he found the whole situation amusing. He brought his hand up to his chin, feeling his stubble before going into his pockets and pulling out a cigarette. He lit the cigarette up before placing it between his lips and taking a drag of the poisoning substance - creating a cloud of smoke above him.
"You know - I thought you'd be more appreciative. A thank you wouldn't hurt once and a while."
He chuckled.
"Oh yeah? Thank you for what?"
"For everything I've fucking done for you. You think you've done this all by yourself do you? Believe what you want but the truth is, I'm the reason why you're the world heavyweight champion! I'm the reason why you got that belt in your cabinet, and why you find yourself getting contract proposal after contract proposal after contract proposal! I'm the reason.. you think, you could have done this without me? Without me mister Storm you'd be dead and gone, wiped away from humanity with a bullet through your skull whilst your corpse rots away in the underground dungeon they call the graveyards. Thats where you'd be without me. And to think - you don't even give a damn about this championship belt, you ungrateful peace of shit.. yeah I know what you're thinking. I know what you wrote in that stupid diary of yours you low life. So what? You gonna give away the championship WE worked so hard for? You're gonna give it up! You ungrateful -"
He stopped himself from continuing, trying to calm himself down as he brought the cigarette closer to his lips once again, taking another drag of the poisonous substance. Inhale and exhale. Creating another cloud of smoke above him, as he clenched the cigarette between his fingers whilst staring at Storm who was making his way out of the room and towards the bathroom with his towel. He placed his towel on a shelf before entering the shower whilst Rick entered the room afterwards, still smoking as he looked towards Storm through the glass hiding Rick's vision of Storm, who once again took another drag of his cigarette.
"You're looking for advice, huh? You're looking for someone to tell you what to do next and where do you go from now. I'll tell you what you're going to do.. I know best for what happens next, and I'll know for a fact that you're going to follow my order. Whether you like it, or whether you don't - you are who you are you there is no changing that. You're the bad guy, with the big belt, with his bad friends, ready to cause some mass destruction to the EWC. Thats who you are, thats the path you chose to go down and there ain't no backing out now. What you're going to do is stick to your plan. There isn't no turning back now. You're far too deep Mark.
What you're going to do is get a hold of yourself damn it. After this shower you're going to get some fucking sleep, and I'm going to have to knock you the fuck out if I have to. You're going to get some sleep.. you need it, because Monday Night BRAWL is another opportunity for you to stake some claim and gain another accolade to your already prestigious resume. The tag team titles.. listen, you know what I think of those bozos' you've decided to associate yourself with.. but I'm not going to shy away the fact that they're good for you. With them around you, you have less chance of losing that world title of yours, and also more of a chance of adding some more accolades. And you wanna know what your purpose is? You wanna know why you're here? Let me remind you Mark.
Your purpose is to be the greatest wrestler that ever stepped into the four sided ring. Your purpose is to dominate, to cultivate and to make sure that your name is embedded in the wrestling archives, thats why you're doing this. You're already the world heavyweight champion! By adding another championship belt, you're only further solidifying your legacy here in Extreme Wrestling Corporation! You're here because you want to be remembered as one of the greats. AND ALL the greatest wrestlers have wrestled here. The likes of Level One, Shadow Man, Memphis Reigns, BDC - there is a list that could go on for quite some time, they've all wrestled here. But you're nothing like them Storm. You possess skills that none of these men possessed during their time here in the EWC. You're different, you're special - and you gotta acknowledge that for fucks sake! You've got to realize that you're the man to beat now."
Rick took a pause after a lengthy speech, returning to his cigarette as he placed it between his lips and once again took another drag. Storm couldn't help but listened whilst he showered. The pep talks from Rick was what he needed in his time of confusion. At this moment of time, he needed Rick more than ever.
"You're the man with the World Heavyweight title; not Kurt Newman, not Derek Wellings, not Floyd Shooter - you're the man to beat! Whilst they're holding their paper titles, thinking they look all mighty and beautiful, you're at the top of the food chain, like I said you would be. And next week, you have an opportunity to create history by holding two titles simultaneously. And your opponents.. lemme tell you something about the guys you and Jay are going to come against.. they're either men you've already beat, guys who haven't been around much or they're warn out has beens trying to stake claim to the tag titles. You've got Kurt Newman who you have already beaten! You've already beaten that jerk and you'll have to beat him again. And he thinks now that he is the International Champion, he means something. He thinks that because he won the Insanity Cage match, that he is better than you. You wanna know what he's been saying about your win over him? That it was luck. He said, that your victory over him and three other competitors was down to luck. He's questioning your talent and you can't let him do that.
Mister Newman is a very smart man, look at who he has aligned himself with - the co hardcore champion Mister Shadow Man, and from the looks of it they're the favorites to win the titles. And you wanna know why? Because of the history behind mister EWC, Shadow Man. The man has pretty much accomplished everything in the EWC. I'm still curious to why the guys around if I'm going to be honest with you, there's nothing left for the Shadow Man - everyone already knows who he is, and what he is capable of. If I was his counselor, I'd be telling him to consider unlacing the boots and calling it a day. Because the fact is the new generation of superstars are now emerging to the scene. This infestation of new guys aren't bad either. In fact, I'd go as far to say that they're better than the previous generation. Shadow Man had it easy back in his time. But now with people like you flooding into the scene, he may have to reconsider his career options - because he's going to get hurt!"
The sound of water tumbling down suddenly stopped, before Storm finally stepped out of the shower, grabbing is towel immediately and wiping the water dripping from his hair before drying off the rest of his body. He then wrapped the towel around his waist, looking at Rick who stood leaning against the door. Storm passed him and returned to his room, getting dressed in the clothes he had previous laid out on his bed before making his way down stairs into his private living room where Rick awaited in his usual position, seated in his armchair, a cigarette in one hand, hes opposite arm extended as he offered Storm a seat - who took a seat opposite Rick. The two shared a glance for a moment, they were both in familiar territory - Storm receiving advice from Rick in his usual position, leaning forwards in interest whilst Rick leaned backwards in his chair, taking another drag of his cigarette.
The scene was the same as it usually is too, behind Storm was a book shelf filled with numerous autobiographies as well as documents, on either side of the case were paintings of Storm back in his wrestling independent days.
"Go on then, preacher. Tell me more."
Storm clasped his hands together whilst Rick extinguished his cigarette in an ash try which was situated on a table beside him. He then readjusted his glasses, clasping his hands together whilst he crossed one leg over the other - licking his dry lips before speaking.
"Get some rest Mark, you need it."
Storm fired back immediately with a response.
"And I also need this Rick. So please, continue."
Rick smiled, appreciative that Storm needed him., like he always does.
"You're one of the best wrestlers in this company, yet you fail to see that. As much as you'd like to believe that you do, you don't see your full potential that I see. I can make you the greatest thing that ever hit EWC. But at the same time Mark, I can destroy you and make sure that your legacy is eradicated from the very foundations of the wrestling industry. You've got to promise me something Mark. You've got to promise me that you're not going to push me away again.. I need your word."
He posed the question to Storm, staring at him with his eyes squinted - knowing what the answer would be. Storm looked back at him, clasping his hands together as he thought for a moment. Rick made his life a living hell. But at the same time, Rick was making him one of the successful wrestlers in the world. Storm contemplated for a moment, before finally replying.
"I promise."
Rick grinned from ear to ear, pleased with the response.
"Brilliant... so let's continue. You've got the opportunity of accomplishing something great this Monday and you're not throwing that away. I'm not going to let you throw that away. I'm not going to let you throw away an opportunity at the tag team titles to a bunch of nobodies. Teams like Floyd Shooter and Derek Wellings... Jesus Christ, they think they're the shit, don't they! Floyd Shooter thinks he's Indiana Jones and Wellings.. well Wellings is just a crazy old man, who's suffered so many concussions that he doesn't even know what hes doing. They call themselves the Brothers in Law - which considering they aren't even blood related is a stupid name. I'm not going to pretend that they're easy opponents and you and Jay are going to wipe the floor with them, because they're not. They damn contenders for this championship belt I'll tell you that. But what I will tell you is that you've beaten both these guys in the past. You've watched these guys in action and you've had first hand experience of being in the same ring as them. You know their execution, you know what they can deliver - you've got to use your knowledge of already being in the ring with them to your advantage.
I'll tell you right now Mark, you probably already know, but these guys really wanna beat your ass. Wellings and Shooter are coming for you, just like everyone else in the roster - they're coming for you because they know you're the deadliest guy in that roster and someones got to stop that. Someones got to stop the Storm! Someones got to stop this whole operation that you and your new friends are putting in place. They see themselves as some sort of Justice League squad who can put a stop to the bad guys, and live happily ever after with victories. That's not going to happen. They aren't some sort of hero squad. They like to think that they are but they're clearly not. They're going to tell themselves that they've had a bumpy road, like any of hero would.. it began with an equilibrium where everything was normal and there wasn't a bunch of maniacs running the show. They'll tell themselves that the disequilibrium was the arrival of Project Chaos who IMMEDIATELY made an impact upon their arrival. And FINALLY they'll tell themselves that the new equilibrium is the eradication of Project Chaos and everything and everyone lives happily ever after. THAT ISN'T GOING TO HAPPEN!
If that happens it'll be over my dead body! These guys are real brave wanting to step up and take you guys on. Because they've got some paper title on their shoulder, they think they mean something. They think that they're valuable. They bring no meaning to the titles that they hold. They bring nothing to the table, absolutely nothing, and I'm praying for the day that Jay Reynolds and Gabreal Martin take those championships away from them! I'm not a big fan of your friends, like I've already said, but at least they've got meaning. And least they'll make those championships mean something. Heck, if Reynolds and Gabreal can't win those belts - then I guess you'll have to. You're good enough to, I know that for a fact - you just need to start believing that."
He got up from his seat whilst Storm watched on with a face of focus. Walking over to one of the portraits he paused, admiring the artwork which showed Storm back in his Total Extreme Wrestling Inc days.
"They wanna believe that they're the shining light at the end of the tunnel. When the truth is, the tunnel doesn't fucking end, it'll forever be engulfed in darkness. Nothing ever ends. The only thing that ends is human life itself. These jackass'es are going to have one hell of a fight.. and I believe that this isn't going to be the last time you collide with these morons."
He shook his head, a smile appearing on his face as he pictured in his mind an image of a bloody, beaten up - Floyd Shooter and Derek Wellings. He then turned around and faced Storm, who sat in silence as he listened to his professor, taking mental notes after every sentence finished by Rick.
"Then they've decided to add guys in this match that no one has heard of. Guys like the Hometown Heroes who probably believe that they're going to win this match because they have the IT factor. The only thing interesting about the Hometown Heroes is that their name features the use of alliteration. Other than that, I'm not expecting these buffoons to go far. Previously I never heard of them. But upon research I learned to my amazement that they're both graduates of the Ruthann Wrestling School! Founded by the EWC Champion herself - Ruthless Aggression. Isn't that cute? Whats even cuter is that Hunter is her son! Isn't that cute! But what's even cuter is that he named their finishing move after mommy herself. That's cute. But cute doesn't get you anywhere in this industry. Cute gets you nowhere but - "
"The bottom of the food chain."
"Exactly!"
Rick clapped his hands together, delighted with Storm's understanding. He grinned before continuing.
"They're a mediocre pairing, if there was a team to describe mediocrity they would be it."
He smiled at his own comment as he looked at Storm who smiled back at him. Rick then returned to his seat, collapsing in it as he leaned backwards.
"Dogs of War have been around the block and I've got to say, I'm kinda impressed with them. But I'm only kind of impressed with them. They don't kiss up to management like everyone else. Their goals are clear and they have no interest of further progressing into singles competition, which I also compliment. They are a team and have been a team for perhaps the longest out of all the teams that are competing in the main event. You've got that makeshift team of Leon Roberts and Brock Whitworth also known as the Templar's of Sin who were literally made at the last minute of signing up. Brock Whitworth had already held the tag team title in the past. He already knows what is required in order to win this match. But he's tag team partner was out of this world. He's tag team partner was a wrestler that only comes once in a lifetime. Maddawg wasn't just one of the greatest wrestlers in his time but he IS one of the greatest to ever step foot in the ring. Whitworth and Dawg were quite the combination, but with the passing of Maddawg I have't heard much from mister Whitworth. I haven't seen him perform at the levels he once did. He hasn't been on the greatest streaks recently, either. And Leon Roberts is no Maddawg. Leon Roberts can try to be but he won't ever be and there won't ever be someone like him.
Shadow Man and Newman have only just started as a team, same as Wellings and Shooter and in all fairness the same as you and Reynolds. Chance Fusion and Superbitch are a team who are married and have that chemistry that can win them matches. But what they don't have in this instance is a trained killer like yourself. What they don't have is a enigmatic engine like Jay Reynolds. What they don't have is any tag team record here in the EWC like you and Reynolds do, who are the only tag team around here to have picked up a victory. Dogs of War shouldn't be taken lightly. However Dogs of War aren't killers. They aren't relentless. Chance Fusion is a goof who is controlled by his psycho wife, the story of my life, who calls herself Superbitch. I don't care that she is a girl.. any women who calls themselves Superbitch deserves to get their hands handed to them! And I'm sure that when you get your hands on her, that's what you'll do!
That's what Jay will do! And that's why everyone else will do! Happy days for everyone.. then there's those chumps called the Evan Brothers. Another team I haven't heard of which only indicates that they have no threat. They have no real threat to your title credentials. If theres a weakest link in this match it's going to be them because no one has heard of them, no one knows whats capable of them and if I'm going to be quite honest - no one really see's them walking out of this match the victors. I guess we can assume that they're going to have a very close bond and great understanding of one another. They might surprise us all with a few flashy moves that will get the fans going for a while. They'll probably end up pandering up to them which will be their downfall, just like everyone else in this establishment! Pandering up to the fans.. oh look at me, I'm good - I want you all to like me and buy my t-shirts so I can get more money so I can buy furniture for my shitty condo and provide for my kids. That's pretty much everyones mindset in this federation. No one cares about their legacy or leaving a mark. They all care about the money and the fame, and the advertising, and the free merchandising and the movie proposals and all of that crap. They aren't fighters. They aren't wrestlers. They are entertainers and thats what is the downfall to this industry. Everyone just wants to be a rock-star. But enough about that.. that isn't relevant right now..
And then there's our last pairing - the team of Adrian Anderson and Barbaric who call themselves the Society of Savages."
"I've seen Anderson around the block back in my independent days, he comes and goes."
"And that's what he will do! He'll come and go just like chlamydia! You've already faced Anderson back in the past over in TEW. You know what he's capable of and he was one of the only men to put you down on your ass. From my sources Anderson went nuts after the closure of TEW. No one heard of him or knew where he was. I heard he became some sort of police detective or consultant or something like that. I wouldn't think he'd be one for the law if you ask me. That son of a bitch is one deadly tactician in the ring."
Storm nodded his head in agreement over Rick's comment on Adrian Anderson. With the two having met on numerous occasions in the past, Storm pretty much knew everything already about Adrian Anderson. That he is one who loves to play mind games, and that he is, like Storm, relentless who he is attacking his opponent.
"If he loses this match I won't be surprised if he decides to fuck off like he normally does. I won't be surprised at all. However I won't be surprised if he decides to stick around. You know what he's life after all, he's one misleading man."
"And what about his partner? Got any Intel on him?"
"The guys a ghost. No one knows what he's real name is, no one knows what he has previously wrestled, nothing. I heard that he likes to change it up a little, going from federation to federation, changing his appearance, changing his name and changing his background and all of that. Calls himself the most barbaric man in professional wrestling."
"He hasn't met me yet."
Storm smiled, finally beginning to find confidence in himself again.
"Damn right! This Society of Savages they've created, they're looking to recruit and they believe they can win these tag titles. They think this establishment deserves better class tag teams. That's all I know."
"Better class tag teams?"
Storm questioned rhetorically.
"Me and Reynolds are going to be the greatest tag team that has ever stepped foot into this company, that's a fact, that's what I know."
He was returning to his former self, filled with confidences in his own abilities whilst Rick watched on as he opened a new box of cigarettes. Standard procedure, placing the cigarette between his lips before igniting a flame to light it, taking a drag.
"I know why I'm here.. I know what my purpose is.. and I know what I'm going to do on Monday!"
Rick exhaled the smoke into the atmosphere.
"Tell me, why are you here and what is your purpose?"
"To reign chaos over Extreme Wrestling Corporation. To cement my name in the archives of this company but doing something that no one else has ever done. By doing the once stated - impossible. By accomplishing everything I can whilst disrupting the established order."
He spoke almost like he had rehearsed the words he had said beforehand. His tone of voice was plain as he sounded almost robotic as he spoke, like he was being programmed to say those things by Rick the Ruler - the master manipulator, the puppeteer.
"Correct. Now, what are you going to do on Monday Night BRAWL?"
"Alongside Jay Reynolds, I'm going to win those tag team titles one way or another. We're going to win them and no one, like usual, is going to expect it. Operation Project Chaos will truly commence as another title is added to our accolade. Another title, another victory, more victims to the list."
Rick applauded Storm once he finished his sentence like a teacher would applaud a student after giving the right answer. Rick was pleased with himself. He had modified the mindset of Mark Storm like always. But this time, he was sure that his words would be implanted in his mind.
"Lassen Sie das Chaos beginnen!"
Rick spoke in his native German language which translates to "Let the chaos begin!" whilst Storm sat intrigued with a smile embedded on his face. He felt complete. The worries of the last few days had now completely evaporated once Rick had arrived. He felt rejuvenated again. He felt like a champion - the world heavyweight champion.
The Shoot
Location Unknown
London, England
Saturday 4th April, 2015
21:08pm
"Project CHAOS."
Immediately the voice of Gabreal Martin is heard, situated on separate armchairs were the members of the wrestling "rebellion" group, Project CHAOS - all three men looking directly at the camera as we faded into the scene. The scene was dark and murky, the only thing keeping the scene a little viewable was the light from the street lights which shone through the mini blinds of the room. Seated in the middle of the three men was Mark Storm, who had his World Heavyweight Championship belt draped on his shoulder, as well as being dressed in an all black attire with his new signature skeleton skull painted on his face. On the right side of Storm was his tag team partner for Monday night, known as Jay Reynolds, who was dressed in light blue jeans and a white vest - with a grin upon his face. And on the left side of Storm was the egotistical Gabreal Martin who still looked pretty pleased with himself after his victory over Michael Saint almost a week ago. The size of the room was big; from what we could see, presumably this was a hotel room the men were staying at for Monday Night BRAWL. With a table in front of the three men, which had on it a single documentation.
"Wrestling won't ever be the same again."
The World Champion spoke, allowing himself to smile after finishing his sentence. Rather spontaneously, the lights in the room flickered on and off - creating an atmosphere of distress for the camera crew, who looked around in curiosity of who was turning the lights on and off. However no one was there.
"Extreme Wrestling Corporation - won't ever be, the same - again."
And finally, Jay Reynolds spoke - who didn't smile after finishing his sentence. Out of the three of the men Reynolds looked the most serious, with a frown embedded on his face, perhaps still infuriated with the fact that he couldn't attain the International Championship at Stranglemania X. He swayed his head from left to right, clasping his hands together as he leaned forwards.The pitter patter of rain drops could be heard coming from the outside. The nonchalant rain fell from the heavens whilst the stratus clouds moved across the dark skies in London England. Back to the subject matter, the three men all continued to glare into the camera - for a few moments as they all thought hard on what they were going to say, before the first man spoke.
"Kurt Newman, Shadow Man, Derek Wellings, Floyd Shooter."
Reynolds chuckled as he thought about the four men he had just mentioned before returning to his stern look, his eyes flaring up in anger.
"I feel sorry for you people. I feel sorry for you people because a bunch of morons are holding some of the most coveted titles in wrestling history. People like Kurt Newman, Derek Wellings and Floyd Shooter - they don't deserve to be holding championship belts. They don't deserve to have all of the attention. And they definitely don't deserve to be in that tag team championship match this Monday. But hey, Mac wants his best men on the job to try prevent us from winning any more titles. Mac wants to make sure that guys like us are being kept by the door, so we can't do shit. It's guys like us who challenge the established order! It's guys like us who aren't afraid to speak our minds. And because we wanna cause a little chaos around here, Mac doesn't like that. But I guess who would if you were running a major wrestling company. But what Mac doesn't understand is that there is no one who is going to stop the inevitability. The inevitable is that we're going to take this company."
He nodded his head whilst a camera shot came from a different angle, looking up at Reynolds who continued to nod his head before continuing.
"We're going to take this company.. we're going to take your titles, we're going to beat your roster - and there ain't no one who is going to stop that. You can bring back Jay Cee if you want to Mac, he ain't gonna stop us - he couldn't even stop Xplode when you wanted him to. So how do you think he'll cope against the three of us? Jay Cee ain't gonna stop us.. you're not going to stop us, but mostly importantly the goons you've got protecting this company ain't gonna stop us. We've already got once piece of the jigsaw."
Reynolds then pointed at Storm, who continued to rest his championship belt upon his shoulder, the golden plate glimmering as the camera fixated on it for a few moments.
"We've already got that world heavyweight championship. Mark Storm is the current reigning world heavyweight champion and this kid, looks unbeatable. You tried to get FOUR of your best girls and gals on his in that ladder match - yet none of them, could defeat him. On the return show you put your misses in danger because you put her up against this guy, she couldn't stop him. TWICE! She couldn't stop him the second time either. No one can stop the Storm, not even Xplode, who's got the golden ticket - probably feeling all high and mighty. Well guess what buddy - Storm isn't Jay Cee. He's better. Storm isn't Ruthless Aggression. He's better. Xplode has to come through us before he can get anywhere near this title right here."
Storm smirked arrogantly, shuffling the title further up his shoulder.
"Gabreal Martin has already gotten rid of one of our problems. Single handedly, Gabreal Martin demolished the self proclaimed legend of professional wrestling - Michael Saint. Your very own Michael Saint couldn't stop mister Martin. Saint is admittedly one of the best who has ever stepped foot into this company. Do you honestly believe that there is anyone else who is better than Michael Saint, which is rare, who can stop mister Martin?"
He chuckled a little whilst Martin smirked arrogantly also.
"And then you've got me. And in recent weeks, I haven't lived up to the expectations required. At Stranglemania X I should have won that title match, not Kurt Newman. Against Jacob Quinn I should have won that match, not Quinn. Time after time after time, but no more! Monday Night BRAWL - I'm turning over a new leaf. I'm taking some big steps. And alongside my colleague over here - we're going to win the tag team championships."
And with that said, Reynolds finally paused - leaning backwards into his armchair as he finished his part of the shoot. His leaning backwards indicated that it was time for one of the other men to emerge and have their say. Mark Storm jumped at the opportunity, placing his championship belt in his hands as he looked down on it for a brief moment before holding it up towards the camera. He smiled. And brought the championship back to it's previous position on his shoulder.
"Jay Reynolds is right."
He nodded his head as he took a pause.
"This company deserves better class champions. And on Monday night you'll be getting some better class champions when we're heralded the brand new EWC Tag Team Champions. The tag team division in this federation seems to lack a team with meaning. Seems to lack a team with purpose. The tag team division on a whole across the globe has been slowly deteriorating. People want to set their targets on solely their singles competitions. They want to set their goals on solely the world title. There's no problem with that. But the fact is, you're limiting yourself. We don't want to limit ourselves. We want to achieve everything we can to make our careers illustrious and meaningful. Our purpose is very clear. Our goal is very clear. What we have here at camp CHAOS is a purpose and an objective that we're striding towards. And once we achieve our objective, all that's left for us to do is maintain it. To capture every single f*cking championship in this company. Floyd your US title is going to belong to us. Newman your International title is going to be our property. Shadow Man and Wellings your Hardcore title is going to be ours. And not to mention Ruthless Aggression, who I have respect for - and is one of the few in this company that I actually like. Ruthann, we're going for your championship. More specifically, I'm coming for your championship."
Smiling at the camera, before continuing.
"But I guess you already know that. And I guess we'll see each other soon.. but for now, my sole focus is on Monday night where we have the chance to win the tag team championships here in London England. On the eighteenth year anniversary on EWC's flagship show. Creating history is one thing, but creating history on a night like this is another. This company has been around the block - it's had its up and it's down and now it's back in probably one of the most prominent era's of professional wrestling. You've got guys like us emerging into the scene. You've got monsters like Cory Chevelle finally being unshackled and let loose into the wild, the wild that we call professional wrestling. What a time to be alive if you're a spectator. You get to see Project CHAOS run wild on the EWC. You're going to get to see Project Chaos win the tag team championships!"
And with that said, Storm leaned backwards on his armchair - a smile embedded on his face as he looked at his world heavyweight title before looking back up at the cameras with a smirk appearing on his smug face. Whilst doing so, Gabreal Martin applauded the two men - nodding his head approvingly as he was pleased on what the two men had to say for themselves.
"These men here, are my brothers."
He looked at both of them, continuing to nod his head.
"And I've got there back like they've got mine. And it's always been like that since we all got together as a team. We're a team. No one is better than no one on this team. There isn't no leader who decides what's going to happen and what we're going to do next. As a team, we decide what we're going to do - but our future has already been predestined. What we're going to do next, has already been decided."
Martin's turned back towards the camera, clasping his hands together.
"We're destined for greatness. The team that we have here defines greatness. I'm going to be there on Monday night night cheering on my brothers as they eliminate the opposition. I'm going to be cheering them on whilst watching men being tossed over the top rope, losers like the Hometown Heroes and the Evan Brothers. I'll watch my brothers in action and when that final bell has been rung, and the result is settled and the championship is being brought into the ring - I'll go over to my brothers and I'll congratulate them and we'll celebrate. We'll celebrate like kings but after Reynolds and Storm win the tag titles, don't think for even a second we're going to fall off the radar! Don't think for even a minute.. that we're going to stop with our mission. The tag team titles is only the second piece to the jigsaw.
My brothers are right. We're going to be creating history here in EWC and we're going to cement our name in the archives of this federation. We've already started with Storm winning the world championship, we'll add another on Monday and so on and so forth until we become the most deadly alliance to ever step foot into this company. My brothers right here are looking to hold onto those tag team titles for a very long time once they do accomplish it. They're looking to hold onto it and bring some meaning to those championship belts. Bring something new to the table that the team of Derek Wellings and Floyd Shooter can't. The team of Shadow Man and Kurt Newman can't. Something that; Dogs of War, Templar's of Sin, Evan Brothers, Society of Savages, and Hometown Heroes - can't bring to those titles.
My brothers are going to bring some prestige to those tag team belt and rejuvenate the tag team division."
The lights in the room constantly flickered on and off for a moment once Gabreal had finished his sentence. The three men remained calmed as they seated whilst the camera crew were obviously in distress as they mumbled in anxiousness and fright, looking around the room.
"Monday night Brawl, we're going to become tag team champions."
"We're going to cement our name in the history books."
"And then, we're coming for you all!"
The shot immediately cut to black.