Post by Mark Storm on Mar 2, 2016 10:40:29 GMT -6
NEW BEGINNINGS
CHAPTER I: INTRODUCTION
PART ONE: TALE OF 2 CITIES
CHARACTERS: MAYHEM, MARK STORM
CHARACTERS: MAYHEM, MARK STORM
"People are stupid, Mark. Let them believe what they wanna believe. You just do you."
Mayhem spoke with such elegance and warmth behind his voice, smiling as he looked towards his companion Mark Storm - exhaling smoke which he inhaled from the cigarette that's clenched between two of his fingers.
"They think you're crazy. But then again, I think you're crazy. But they've got it all wrong. They associate craziness with a deranged gunman who walks into a school and goes kamikaze on bitches. They associate it with someone who should be locked in a fucking mental asylum. Someone who should be exiled from society and left to rot all alone. When I think of crazy; I think of David Bowie, one of the greatest musician, if not, the greatest musician to ever grave our planet. I think of Marlon Brando and fucking Quentin Tarentino. I think of Meryl Streep. I think of Steve fucking Jobs; the guy who even made that apple ad dedicated to the crazy ones. I put you in the bracket of these crazy creative genius who have revolutionized their professions. The world without them, wouldn't be the same."
Once he finished his sentence he took another drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke which created a cloud that lingered in the air for quite some time. Mark marveled at him, almost astonished by his statement; shocked that his companion which put him in the bracket of such men.
"I'm just a wrestler.."
"And?"
Mayhem questioned, taking a sip of his alcoholic beverage before slamming it back down on the wooden table.
"I'm just your fucking imaginary friend man. Your imaginary friend, who's telling you right now that you're the fucking man. I'm not even bullshittin' you, OK. You're the man, Mark. You've been the man ever since you walked into the EWC and turned that place into your fuckin' playground. You didn't just win the world title under three months of being at the fed, you revolutionized the place; becoming one of the youngest world champs ever in the process."
The self proclaimed spokesman of a generation looked down at his glass, watching the cold alcoholic beverage within swish from side to side like a synchronization. It had been a few days since Mark had last taken his medication. Due to the excessive training and the constant journeys from home to wrestling promotions, he's fallen out of the habit of taking his daily morning pills, something that now occurs every other day, even though they're prescribed for daily use. Because of this; his schizophrenia enables him to see figments of his imagination, images, people.. sometimes, ghost.
"You revolutionized one place in the space of what? A year? Imagine what you could do now that you've branched out. With this Global Takeover Tour now becoming the forefront of your career, you've really got a chance of doing what you've wanted to do ever since you were a little kid. Globally becoming recognized as the best in the fuckin' world, man."
He chuckled after finishing his sentence, taking another drag of his cigarette whilst doing so. Coughing afterwards, he continued.
"Imagine that.."
He pondered. The two are situated in a bar booth seated opposite each other, in a completely empty bar. Mark is dressed in a rather smart attire having just finished a meeting with a few executives from a wrestling promotion out in his residing location, Missouri. Wearing a black suit and tie, with a briefcase by his feet and his hair slicked back. Whilst his imaginary figment is dressed in a casual attire consisting of; a plain white t-shirt under a red leather jacket, shades covering his eyes, black slim fit trousers rolled up at the bottom just a little, wearing some smart shoes to complete the fit. Mayhem's hair is the color red and literally all over the place; a very good looking man, considering that he's just a hallucination. With blue eyes that glisten like the stars and teeth that are coated with white jackets, he's the coolest man you'd know. Well, if he was real, he'd be.
"What places you got?"
"You mean federations?"
Mayhem looked at Mark, baffled.
"Yeah uh.. those."
He replied, chuckling afterwards. Mark took a sip out of his glass before thinking about all of the federations he had confirmed for his Global Takeover tour; he ran his fingers through his slicked back hair, as he thought hard and long, the alcohol obviously beginning to take an effect.
"Omega Combat being one of them.. Missouri State Wrestling; had that confirmed today.. Indianapolis Pro Wrestling.. and New Generation Wrestling."
Suddenly Mayhem snapped his fingers.
"NGW; the home of Bronx Valescence!"
"I thought you didn't watch wrestling?"
Immediately Mayhem replied.
"I don't watch anything. Can you stop thinkin' I'm real goddammit!"
"My bad.. my bad."
"The perks of being a figment of your imagination is that I see what I wanna see through your eyes, and what I've seen, is a lot of Bronx Valescence. The NGW Unified Heavyweight Champion.. I don't know if that's good, but Heavyweight does kinda make me think that's quite the achievement."
Mark nodded his head in agreement.
"Yeah, it's a prestigious title. And Bronx worked hard to get that title -"
Suddenly Mayhem began to laugh out loud, holding onto his stomach as a bewildered Mark Storm glared at him before looking around the bar, looking back at Mayhem with questioning eyes as Mayhem began to cry from laughter, taking another drag of his cigarette before extinguishing it, crushing the cigarette inside his hand. Mayhem then took off his shades and put them on the table, wiping the tears away from his eyes.
"What's so funny?"
"You little fuckin' devil, man."
Mayhem said, taking a cigarette out from his pack.
"He's worked hard for that title.. man, you crack me up. The only reason why you joined New Generation Wrestling is cause you wanna crack at that title, man. You just wanna destroy everything the kids worked for.. sure, it doesn't sound as funny now.. but if you think about it -"
"It doesn't sound funny at all."
"Fuck you.. you just don't get my sense of humor."
Finishing his sentence with a cigarette clenched between his bottom and top lip, he scrambled into his pocket and pulled out a lighter, igniting a flame which he then uses to light up his cigarette, creating a cloud of smoke once again as he exhaled the smoke.
"Besides - I know that going for that title is going to take a long time, there's people that have been here longer than me, have had more matches than me, are more preferable choices to management than me.. I've got to start from the bottom."
"Starting from the bottom, huh? What so like in opening matches and that shit?"
Mark nodded his head to gesture yes, Mayhem began to take a sip out of his drink.
"In fact my first match is in one of those battle royals for all newcomers."
Mayhem spat out the cold refreshing beer from his mouth, in disgust.
"Battle royals? That's the lowest of the fucking lows. When was the last time you were fuckin' opening a match let alone a battle royal? 09? They can't just do that, can they?
"It's in my contract; your first match will have to be in the opening match.. well, it isn't really an opening match, its a dark match."
Once again Mayhem spat out some more of his beer from his mouth.
"Oh come on! You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me! Not even televised? We're not livin' in the fuckin' eighteen hundreds! Fuck.. and who's in, said match?"
"So far.. Stephen Johnstone, Duke Drazin, Rebel Manson, Raymond Brothers, Christian Michaels, Jessica Jones, Apollo Parker and Johnny Ajax."
Mayhem buried his head in his hands and shook his head sideways, disappointed.
"Great.. my living embodiment is against a bunch of nobodies.. just great!"
"I wouldn't call them nobodies. I mean Stephen Johnstone is a student of the five time World Heavyweight champion, Adam Stryker."
Mayhem shook his head sideways.
"Just because you're a student, don't mean shit."
"He's part of the next generation of athlete's looking to rise to prominence. I've heard critics say the kids got a long of potential, a lot of world championship potential that is, so who knows, he could be a threat! Plus he specializes in technical wrestling and mixed martial arts!"
Mayhem chuckled.
"Puh-lease.. everyone does mixed martial arts nowadays and think's they're Conor McGregor. NEXT!"
"Then there's Duke Drazin. OK - he doesn't actually have a history in wrestling."
Mayhem flicked his ears, not believing what he was hearing from his companion.
"But he wears a mask.. indicating that he's unpredictable?"
"Your deduction skills are shit. NEXT!"
"OK there's Rebel Manson, someone a little older and with a lot more experience."
Mayhem clasped his hands together, excited by the prospect of the talent.
"Alright this guy sounds promising! Alright tell me; where's he been? What's he accomplished?"
Mark had an uneasy look on his face, which disappointed Mayhem who sunk back into his seat after previously being fueled with excitement.
"None of that information is actually on his profile.. but he's got a reputation for being one hardcore motherfucker! And then there's Raymond Brothers!"
"There's a tag team in this match?"
Asked Mayhem.
"No.. that's his surname."
Mayhem face palms in shock.
"But listen to this.. he's a wrestler approaching then end of his career, so he's got a lot of talent and experience. He trained Hayden Phoenix so that's saying something on it's own.. and also, he's a two time PWT Tag Team Champion."
Silence exasperated the room as the two awkwardly stared at one another.
"A former two time tag champ."
"That's right."
Once again, silence filled the room.
"Is that all he's got on his accomplishments?"
"Uh.. yeah."
"Alright so lemme get this straight.. you're raving about your opponent, who is approaching the end of his long career.. who only has one his resume.. a tag team championship. And this guy, is entering a battle royal? Not even a tag team match?"
Mark looked uneasily at Mayhem.
"Well if you think about it, he's actually a two time champion.. as he won the championship belt twice with two of guys - "
"NEXT!"
Mayhem commanded, like a judge on a talent competition.
"Christian Michaels. A four time PWT World Champion, a one time ICWA world champion and a two time W2K champion."
Finally Mayhem looked impressive, his eyes flaring up with astonishment.
"A career spanning fifteen years, he was pretty much born in the business; his Dad being a wrestling promoter and all. He is the most accomplished wrestler in this battle royal. He's been at the top of the mountain, he knows the feeling of being at the top of the wrestling game; he knows the feeling of being a world champion, and I can imagine, that his goal is to become an eventual world champion here, like myself."
Mayhem nodded his head.
"BINGO! Looks like we've finally found your match. Christian Michaels, huh? Sounds alright. Who else is there?"
"Apollo Parker. I couldn't really find much on his profile but I've been told by sources that he's just a guy who loves to be in that four sided circle. He just wants to be the best like everyone else, so just like everyone else - I'll be expectin' him to give it his all. Johnny Ajax, once the most raved about professional wrestler in the independent circuit, and then became one of the most raved in the world. A former REDEFINE Pro World champion and a former LEGACY champion over in the same company but before it was REDEFINE. He's a third generation superstar who comes from a family of wrestling legends, so he's got wrestling pretty much in his DNA. And Jessica Jones.. tag partners with CM, another accomplished wrestler who comes into the fed with an illustrious history in PWT becoming a four time peoples champ and a one time titanium champ. She's a woman who's been away from the ring for quite some time but she's coming back.. more specifically to NGW."
"The second half sure do sound better than the first."
"Damn right."
The two then both raise their glasses and drink to that before continuing with conversation.
"But in all seriousness, I'm not going to take this less seriously then I would any other match. At the end of the day it doesn't matter what you've accomplished or what you've been or what you've done. It's about heart. It's about desire. It's about how much you want it more than your opponent does. It's about what you're prepared to do to win and have your arm raised by the official at the end of the match. Sure, a few of them may not be as well known as others.. but this isn't about that. I've been watching NGW for a long time.. dating back to when it was called New Generation Sports Entertainment and what I've noticed about this place that I don't see from a lot of other places out there is that this place gives people a chance. This place is almost like a pedestal for young wrestlers, even some of the older ones, from all over the globe. It's why so many people gravitate to the federation. It's why I gravitated to the federation and it's probably why the guys and gals in my match gravitated to the federation and they'll all wanna chance to shine like angels do. They'll wanna chance to fight for the top championship belt in this federation and they'll wanna chance to prove why they should be fightin' for that belt. I know for a fact that I'm gonna have to work for that victory. But then again, I've had to work for every victory. I'm excited Mayhem.. I really am."
The two both smile at one another and Mayhem extinguished his cigarette yet again by crushing with his hand. He then put his shades back on and looked at Mark, who looked back at him with a smile.
"I like that shit."
"What?"
"You're soundin' humble as fuck. I like that from you mister Storm."
Mark looked down with a grin stretching from ear to ear on his face, but when he looked up again Mayhem was gone- evaporating into the mind palace of Mark. And once again Mark was left alone with his thoughts, but his thoughts actually being rather positive; as he looked forward for his debut.
PART TWO: THE SHOOT
CHARACTERS: MARK STORM
The nonchalant rain continued to fall from the heavens as the camera faded into the dimly lit exterior scene; a silhouette of a figure in the cameras view, standing between a lamppost which provided the light and a garbage bin, situated at the end of a dark alleyway. The man further emerged from the darkness, his outlining becoming more clear to the viewers as he done so.
Storm: My name is Mark Storm.
He said, his voice reverberating in the air. He looked up at the heavens and closed his eyes, allowing the gentle raindrops to fall upon his face, refreshing him. Mark was dressed in a formal attire consisting of a black suit and tie and smart shoes to complete the attire, a smile plastered on his face and a championship belt buckled around his waist. The championship belt; being a replica of the NGW Unified Heavyweight Championship.
Storm: You may know me from wrestling promotions like Warped Wrestling, Force One Wrestling or Online Championship Wrestling. But you definitely most probably, know me for being involved in a federation called Extreme Wrestling Corporation; where I was the World Heavyweight champion for most of last year.
He grinned, his grin implying a sense of arrogance but also confidence about him.
Storm: Well, you might me shocked to know ladies and gentlemen, that Mark Storm is coming to television screens all over the world - as he embarks on an adventure that he calls, the Mark Storm Global Takeover two thousand and sixteen. With numerous federations variating from the US to Japan to Germany on my radar, you'll probably get to see me on most sport channels, which I'm glad to bring to you. You welcome wrestling world, but most importantly, you're very welcome New Generation Wrestling as you're the company I've chosen to include on my wrestling tour!
Grinning again, his teeth glistening whilst doing so.
Storm: Why NGW, you may be wondering?
He rhetorically asked, running his fingers through his hair before continuing.
Storm: I could've gone to Boardwalk Wrestling or even Four Corners Wrestling but I chose New Generation Wrestling because it represents everything that I'm about, the new generation of professional wrestling! And I consider myself, the spokesman of a generation, as my views often match the views of others in this generation of fresh, young, talent. NGW represents opportunity, it represents a stepping stone, and it represents something new! This company has grown into one of the biggest company's out there, with Devlin Scott being the pioneer of this successful federation; when I received the contract directly from his office there was no way in hell I was going to decline that offer. NGW resembles Mark Storm. The two fit likes peas in a pod. That's why I'm here ladies and gentlemen and I'm looking forward to competing here in the NGW.
He paused, allowing himself some time to think over what he was going to say next.
Storm: I find myself in quite the predicament. My debut match is actually a dark match, so sadly for viewers who'll be watching at home, you won't get the opportunity to see me for another two weeks or so. That's a bummer. But for everyone in attendance, I promise you, I'll put on a show that you'll never forget. In a battle royal match I face off against some other new comers in this federation. A bunch of them actually, who all have their reasons to being here and all want an opportunity to shine. But unfortunately for them, their opportunity to shine is going to have to be delayed. You see, they're not going to get there time to shine because I'm not going to let them. Sure, they can do it the following fortnight or whenever they want to, but not January 16th. January 16th is my night. I don't care who you are or what you've accomplished, or whether you're part of some wrestling family or some other bullcrap. It doesn't matter who you are! January 16th I'm going to be the only man left standing in that ring and I'll be getting this arm of mine raised by the official.
He held his right arm up, a smirk appearing on his face.
Storm: OH! And then I'm coming for this.
He unbuckled the championship belt from his waist and draped it on his shoulder.
Storm: Doesn't it look great on me? It really brings out my eyes. The holy grail of professional wrestling, the most prestigious prize a wrestler can hold in this federation; embedded with sapphires and rubies and probably some emeralds, the NGW Unified Heavyweight Championship! Bronxy and Deadeye have this whole thing on at the moment.. its cool and all, but there's a storm coming and this storm.. doesn't look so cute.
His facial expression suddenly changes from relaxed to serious.
Storm: Heck! I'm gettin' a head of myself! Such a New Yorker thing for me to do. But I just want to let you all know.. that.. I'm coming for the NGW Unified Heavyweight Championship.. and.. I won't stop until it's mine."
He grinned.
Storm: But first I've got to get through this stampede of wrestlers who all wanna fight for that championship belt, I'm sure they do. And maybe in the future they will. But not whilst I'm around. I'm not here for the fun and the games and any of that bullshit, I'm here to continue my dominance but on a global scale. This battle royal match, I'm taking it as seriously as I would any other match and believe me when I say -
The self proclaimed spokesman of a generation moves closer to the camera.
Storm: I'm going to win.
He then chuckled and backed away from the camera, falling back into the darkness as the scene faded to black.
NEW BEGINNINGS II
CHAPTER II: INTRODUCTION
PART ONE: DON'T LET ME DOWN
CHARACTERS: RICK THE RULER, MARK STORM
OFF CAMERA: GYMNASIUM IN MILWAUKEE
Sweat continued to sliver down the face of Mark Storm as he continued to alternate between kicking and punching, connecting hard with the punch bag. He was more than ready; his mindset had been completely switched to his upcoming debut in New Generation Wrestling, and for that reason, had spent several hours on the gym, trying to perfect his physique as well as attempting to generate more power behind his strikes. His upcoming match is in his eyes a big match, as he believes that first impressions are vital, and he's desperate to make sure his first impressions are positive. Sure, it may not be televised, and it may not be the most compelling matches of the year, but that didn't phase Mark, nor did it concern him. His only focus was on winning the battle royal match on his debut.
His attire consisted of three quarter length shorts, a pair of Nike Jordans, and some gym socks. He had his shirt off. Which attracted many of the female gym members who watched him like a pack of wolves, gossiping and giggling as they watched this beast of a man unload shot after shot on the punching bag, beating it down like it was a stack of meat. Mark, like always, never noticed the female attention that he was getting, as his eyes were purely fixated on the bag, and he began to increase the intensity. His moves were delivered quicker, the generation of power behind each shot sent the bag flying backwards, which only amazed the female calvary who applauded after each momentous shot. He reached his optimum after throwing on last right handed uppercut to the bag, when connecting, held onto the bag and planted his face on it, exhaling heavily as the female band continued to applaud. He turned around, nodding his head in appreciation, before placing his head back on the bag.
Soon after the crowd had dispersed and like many occasions, Mark was alone once again, leaving the punching bag area to retrieve his water bottle which was located by his bag by the bench. He grabbed his bottle, pouring it all over himself before taking a gulp of the cold beverage, throwing the bottle to the ground once he was done. He then grabbed his towel and placed it over his shoulder, taking a seat on the bench and looking down at the ground, continuing to exhale heavily as he thought about his upcoming match, an array of scenarios beginning to flood his mind. He was plagued with endless scenarios running through his nimble mind; playing like film footages, he imagined winning the match and the owner of NGW Devlin Scott coming out to congratulate him. The scene now transitions to him in the future; with the NGW Unified World Heavyweight Championship draped on his shoulder, as he walks down his colleagues who are kneeling before him, like he's royalty.
"Why haven't you taken your medicine, Mark?"
A familiar voice echoed through the empty gymnasium, causing Mark to snap back to reality and look from left to right, trying to deduce where the voice had come from. The voice was right, Mark hadn't taken his medication - he hadn't taken it for quite some time, due to the constant touring and wrestling events he has been attending. His life was being taken over by wrestling.
"You've got a big couple of weeks coming up for yourself, kid."
The voice echoed again, a German accent so distinctive to Mark that he immediately knew who he was as soon as the man finished his sentence. Mark grabbed his towel and dried his face, messing up his hair afterwards before throwing the towel back on the ground and going over to one of the gym equipments, trying to completely ignore the voices in his head. But he couldn't.
"You wouldn't want to let me down, would you?"
A manic laugh broke out, causing Storm to become paranoid as he restlessly looked around the room, placing his hands over his ear and falling to his knees; trying to block out the voices in his head; the torture was unbearable. But he couldn't.
"It's been a while since we've last spoke, Mark. How are you? How's Gretchen? And the kid? Oh, you wouldn't know - would you? You've been running. You've been trying to escape that life of yours. So you've become indulged, addicted to the profession. You can't handle the pressure of a relationship, or parenthood - so you've gone back to what you know best, wrestling. I've got to admit Mark, you're not the same wrestler you used to be. Sure, you can come to the gym and do some squats, and punch a few bags and put a few kicks in."
Mark began to shake his head restlessly, trying to make the voice stop.
"But that doesn't mean squat. You've lost the passion; the desire, the will to act. You lost it all for some girl and some bastard child who isn't even here. His still yanked up in that bitches vagina. But you're here now. You've come back to me!"
Once again, Mark shook his head.
"Get the fuck out of my head Rick!"
Mark yelled, infuriated by his tormentor.
"You can't get rid of me. You need me, I complete you! And you need me now more than ever. Especially now that you're on this Global Takeover Tour. With numerous federations planned to participate, meaning an abundance of opportunities. You need me to push you. Look of what you've already done this year without me. You lost to Gabreal Martin last night on Friday Night Rampage?! He maybe your teammate but losing isn't a fucking option. Your only option is to win - our only option is to win. And tomorrow night, you've got a fucking dream match that you should be winning."
Suddenly appearing in front of him was the man himself; Rick the Ruler, who appeared in front of Mark almost like a goddly figure, glowing as he grinned at his slave, his eyes flaring up with excitement as he scrambled into his pockets and pulled out a cigarette, snapping his fingers to light it up - inhaling and exhaling the smoke. Rick was dressed in his usual attire; a dark Grey suit and smart shoes.
"New Generation Wrestling. Filled with many talents.. with many notorious men and women, and they're all hungry. They've all been starved for far too long and they've all been held on this leash. They're all on a leash as they've got to watch Bronx and Deadeye fight for the championship belt. Because they know they're the two top dogs around here, and even though they wanna be the top dogs, they're not. But they do nothing about it. It's time you do something about it.
You didn't come to New Generation Wrestling to make some friends that you hope will stay with you for a lifetime, you didn't come here to start a campfire, get out a accoustic guitar and sing some shitty Kumbya song, whilst everyone has their arms around each other and sway from side to side. You came here for you! You came here to win championships! You came here to be the top dog!"
Mark shook his head.
"I've got a family to provide for! That's why I'm doing this tour!"
Rick chuckled manically.
"Bullshit! You're on this tour because you're scared that you might fail and wrestling is your escape! Don't give me any of that bullshit.. and now that you've escaped into wrestling, you're doing it for the titles, and the status and to be the top dog! Not for some fucking family you're not even with.
You're here because you want to cement yourself in the archives of the professional game and to do that you must garner as much prestigious titles that you possibly can. You're here because you want to be here. You're here because you need to be here. And this battle royal is a stepping stone. It's time podium where you get to announce to the world that a Storm is coming!"
Rick yelled from the top of his lungs, stretching his arms out whilst doing so.
"The competition is bleak and you know it is, you know, that you've got nothing to worry about but you also know, that if you've got your mind elsewhere then you're gonna fucking lose just like you did last night. You've got a choice, mister Storm. You can either strive for greatness and win this, or fall down like a ton of bricks; becoming the John Blade of every organization."
Rick walked further towards Mark, exhaling smoke before throwing the cigarette to the ground, extinguishing it with his foot.
"What's it gonna be?"
PART TWO: THE SHOOT
DATE: 16/01/2016
ON CAMERA: NGW HEADQUARTERS, MILWAUKEE
Standing in front of an NGW brand backdrop is the self proclaimed spokesman of a generation, Mark Storm, who has a microphone in his hand and a smile plastered on his face. Bringing the microphone closer to his lips, he licks them, before engaging in speech.
Storm: Forty five minutes. Forty five minutes until you get to see Mark Storm step inside the NGW ring making his un-televised debut. Fifteen minutes; how long it'll take Mark Storm to overcome his opponents and be heralded the victor of the battle royal. One year; the time it will take for Mark Storm to revolutionize this wrestling federation. Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Mark Storm - and I am the spokesman of a generation.
He paused, clearing his throat before continuing.
Storm: What you need to know about me is that I'm a very determined individual, who has a set of goals - and will do anything to reach them. Tonight; my number one goal is to get through this chaos of destruction in fifteen minutes tops. I understand that people have probably done it quicker than me, but they've had the rub of the green when it comes to opponents, me, I'm not so lucky because I have a number of opponents who I shouldn't take lightly because they are, undoubtedly, some of the most talented men and women in the country. There's a few I hadn't heard of but I done my research and I dug deep in this research and can honestly say I'm impressed, with the level of wrestling in this match. I've dug deep enough to find out their strengths but I've also dug so deep to find out their weaknesses and tonight, I'll be exposing their weaknesses.
I'm sure they'll have something to say about that. Oh, but then again, quite a few of them haven't had anything to say at all, coming into this match as they've opted to stay in the shadows, quieter than the wind. I'm not sure if that's their method when coming into a match, or maybe it's just because they're too scared to actually say something. All I know is, that sure, I may talk a lot but I'm known for backing up that talking with the shit that I do in the ring.
Someone who has opted to talk about this upcoming match tonight is the beautiful Jessica Jones, who despite being beautiful, is an absolute beast in the four sided ring. yeah, thats right Jones, I have heard of you before. And I have watched a few of your matches and I do admit that you're a very good wrestler. What's strange is that you haven't heard of me. After the year I had last year, I'm surprised at anyone who doesn't know me. I'm surprised because last year I came, I conquered and I revolutionize. But it's alright Jessica, you may not of witnessed it then, but you'll get to have a front row seat here in New Gen Wrestling because I plan on doing the exact same! I've arrived! I'm going to conquer and then, I'm going to revolutionized. You see JJ, I'm a representative of a little thing, called the New Generation. The up and coming stars in this industry, who are being overlooked, unappreciated, underrated and not being picked up because of their image, because of who they are. I fell into the bracket when I got diagnosed with schizophrenia over a year ago, people thought that because of my mental illness I couldn't tussle in the ring or control myself. I've proved them wrong. I've represented the underrated, unappreciated and overlooked. I was the underrated, unappreciated and constantly overlooked. But now, I'm Mark Storm. I've in turn become what I hated. But I'm trying to give back. I'm trying to stand for something, I'm trying to help the new generation of underrated, unappreciated stars - realize that with a little hard work, and if they follow my teachings, then anything can happen!
He paused once again.
Storm: You've been around this business long enough to see the corruption spread drastically. You've been in this business long enough to know that the head offices, they've all got their favorites, they've all got their ideal champion, who they'll push to the top spot. I was never fortunate of having that privilege. I had to work for everything I accomplished. I had to scream at the head offices, march into their territory and tell them that they may not like me, but they're not going to be able to ignore me. And that's what I'm everyone here in NGW. You may not like me, but you're not going to ignore me. I'll become a plague if you want me to. I'll become your AIDS, something that will never go away. NGW has a new hero in town, and that's the leader of a generation, the spokesman of a generation.
Devlin Scott and the rest of his board will be watching. The world champion himself will be watching and I'm sure that the rest of the roster will be watching. I'm just annoyed that this match isn't even being damn televised because if I'm going to be honest, with the way me and JJ have been smack talkin', there's been a load of build up, meaning there's gonna be hella' shit to look forward to. I bid good luck to my opponents tonights; I honestly do..
He smiled at the camera and brought the microphone closer to his lips.
Storm: But you've got to remember, Luck is for losers.
NEW BEGINNINGS III
CHAPTER III: DIARIES OF A KNUCKLEHEAD
16/01/2016
Dear Diary;
I have become addicted.
Wrestling has become my drug and I need to enter some sort of rehabilitation center. I've abandoned my girlfriend Gretchen and our unborn child, in an attempt to create a legacy. Me and Gretchen used to talk about having a family of our own and sticking by each others side through and through. We used to talk about getting married, and how fantastic our wedding day would be when the time would come.
But now I find myself; involved with numerous federations as I tour around the globe. I tell her it's because I want to provide for her and the baby. I tell her that I'll be back, with enough money; so she wouldn't have to work at her shitty job. I tell her all these lies because I love her, but I also love my profession; something I've loved ever since I was a little boy.
I have become addicted.
And on tonight marks my first match in my global takeover tour as I step inside the four sided ring with a bunch of men and women also looking to prove a point, also looking to accomplish their dreams, and also looking to make a statement. I have a lot riding on this match. I have a lot riding in the next year or so, as 2016, could possibly break me or create what I've strived for, for so long. I want to settle down, and be able to play with my child, and take care of Gretchen. But I know I won't be able to do that. I won't be able to do that until this is done. Because when this is done, then I'll be able to sleep. Then I'll be able to hang the boots up. Then I'll be able to be proud of what I've managed to accomplish, and I can look back at my career with nostalgic thoughts running through my mind, and I can truly be happy.
Because then, I would've created a legacy.
This Global Takeover Tour is more than just a tour, it's about justifying that I'm the best that's ever lived. It's about proving to the heads of companies that doubted me, that I was the man that they needed to rectify their dying federation. I look at my opponents and I feel sorry for some of them. Because I know that they probably don't feel the same way that I do about this profession. They don't have a burning desire that keeps them from sleeping. I look at them and they seem content, complacent with their position. I'm never content. I'm never complacent. Even if I was on top of the mountain, my eyes would still be looking over my shoulders because I know there's people climbing. There's people wanting to knock me for my throne.
TONIGHT -
Is a new beginning. A beginning of a career here in New Generation Wrestling. It's the beginning of the Storm. I hope I don't disappoint.
From the knucklehead,
Mark Storm.