Post by Mark Storm on Jul 18, 2016 17:38:21 GMT -6
"How do you do this to yourself? It's honestly beyond me."
Self destruction equals self improvement. That's the way I've always seen it and whenever someone asked me why I decide to risk my life every time I step into the four sided ring, or whenever I make an appearance in the octagon, I preach my reason from the hill tops and do not allow them in any way shape or form to try hinder my belief. It's something that has stuck with me since my early days on the streets of New York Brooklyn, surviving was a necessity on the streets and that's exactly what I had to do. I had to fight otherwise I was going to get eaten alive and I brought that mentality from my junior years up to adulthood.
"It turns me on." I answered simply.
I wasn't in the mood to fully answer in depth as to why I do what I do. I was in too much pain, too much discomfort as I sat up on the hospital bed, licking my dry lips as I'm looked around the room wondering where all my stuff had gone. I'd been asleep for twenty two hours. Insomnia was something that had cursed me ever since my diagnosis with schizophrenia, something that has gone away and come back like an STD. They'd thought I'd fallen into the a deep coma but in actual fact before that, I hadn't slept for three days. I forced myself to indulge in a strict regiment consisting of minimal sleep and high levels of intensity, something that I have since decided to never visit again. Despite that, it was an interesting experience and I had reached a level that I had never experienced before.
"Well everything seems to be fine." The doctor exclaimed, looking down at his paperwork for a few moments before looking back up at me: "I've given your partner some sleeping pills and she's ensured me that you'll take them. She's been popping in and out but she'll be back to take you home, then we'll discharge you, but until then, keep cozy." He proceeded to leave the room but at the last second, he popped his head round the corner: "And for God sake, don't get out of that bed until she's here!"
Gretchen Lockheart wasn't my partner.
Truth be told we hadn't really established what we were for quite some time. The one thing that was a certainty is that she was the mother of my child, Hope, and ever since the birth of Hope our relationship had grown stronger yet we still remained to have our barriers up.
"Hello sleepy head." I heard her voice and it sounded like home. Turning towards the door and there she was, Hope in her arms fast asleep and a smile plastered across her mouth as she entered the room, cradling Hope in her arms. "I should be so angry with you right now.. but doesn't she look adorable!"
Approaching me, she allowed me to hold Hope in my arms as I leaned back on the hospital bed and watched her come alive again, crawling up my chest and perfectly aligning herself in a comfortable position to return to sleep. I looked up at Gretchen and she too had the same smile on her face that I had on mine but after she was certain Hope was back to sleep, her smile evaporated and a stern look in her eyes took over.
"I swear to God Mark, you scare me like that again and I will cut you." She threatened, although I knew she didn't mean it. "I understand that this is your job, this is your life but what about us, huh, Mark? What about those promises you made? You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep, Mark. Look at her."
I looked down at Hope and my heart sunk deep into my chest.
"She needs her Dad around, not in a grave."
And I nodded my head in agreement.
He announced to the world, widening his arms in the process.
A sadistic grin grew on his face stretching from ear to ear whilst his teeth glistened, walking up towards the camera, he pushed it aside and with that being done all of a sudden the scene cut to black and that was the end of his introductory promo.
Self destruction equals self improvement. That's the way I've always seen it and whenever someone asked me why I decide to risk my life every time I step into the four sided ring, or whenever I make an appearance in the octagon, I preach my reason from the hill tops and do not allow them in any way shape or form to try hinder my belief. It's something that has stuck with me since my early days on the streets of New York Brooklyn, surviving was a necessity on the streets and that's exactly what I had to do. I had to fight otherwise I was going to get eaten alive and I brought that mentality from my junior years up to adulthood.
"It turns me on." I answered simply.
I wasn't in the mood to fully answer in depth as to why I do what I do. I was in too much pain, too much discomfort as I sat up on the hospital bed, licking my dry lips as I'm looked around the room wondering where all my stuff had gone. I'd been asleep for twenty two hours. Insomnia was something that had cursed me ever since my diagnosis with schizophrenia, something that has gone away and come back like an STD. They'd thought I'd fallen into the a deep coma but in actual fact before that, I hadn't slept for three days. I forced myself to indulge in a strict regiment consisting of minimal sleep and high levels of intensity, something that I have since decided to never visit again. Despite that, it was an interesting experience and I had reached a level that I had never experienced before.
"Well everything seems to be fine." The doctor exclaimed, looking down at his paperwork for a few moments before looking back up at me: "I've given your partner some sleeping pills and she's ensured me that you'll take them. She's been popping in and out but she'll be back to take you home, then we'll discharge you, but until then, keep cozy." He proceeded to leave the room but at the last second, he popped his head round the corner: "And for God sake, don't get out of that bed until she's here!"
Gretchen Lockheart wasn't my partner.
Truth be told we hadn't really established what we were for quite some time. The one thing that was a certainty is that she was the mother of my child, Hope, and ever since the birth of Hope our relationship had grown stronger yet we still remained to have our barriers up.
"Hello sleepy head." I heard her voice and it sounded like home. Turning towards the door and there she was, Hope in her arms fast asleep and a smile plastered across her mouth as she entered the room, cradling Hope in her arms. "I should be so angry with you right now.. but doesn't she look adorable!"
Approaching me, she allowed me to hold Hope in my arms as I leaned back on the hospital bed and watched her come alive again, crawling up my chest and perfectly aligning herself in a comfortable position to return to sleep. I looked up at Gretchen and she too had the same smile on her face that I had on mine but after she was certain Hope was back to sleep, her smile evaporated and a stern look in her eyes took over.
"I swear to God Mark, you scare me like that again and I will cut you." She threatened, although I knew she didn't mean it. "I understand that this is your job, this is your life but what about us, huh, Mark? What about those promises you made? You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep, Mark. Look at her."
I looked down at Hope and my heart sunk deep into my chest.
"She needs her Dad around, not in a grave."
And I nodded my head in agreement.
"If you don't know who I am, then honestly, I do not rate you whatsoever."
Did he sound like an asshole? Yes.
Did he care about what the viewers thought of him? No.
Mark Storm was in his element as the cameras faded into the scene, running his fingers through his hair with a look of seriousness in his eyes, a smirk upon his lips emerging after a few moments. The scene itself was rather impressive; he was leaning against the edge of a four sided, his own personal four sided ring that he managed to install in his home gym. With black ring ropes and a white plain canvas, around the ring was a variety of gym equipment, a standard gym setting that you'd expect, perhaps a little more varied, with boxing bags and a range of mats also scattered around the room. Mark Storm's general income from the last years had cemented him with the joy of spending a lot of money, and from the look of his home gym, you could tell that he had been doing exactly that. He was shirtless, sweat slivering down his pecks, indicating that he had just finished his work out. Another indication coming from the frizzyness of his hair and of course, the mere fact that he was situated in his home gym. Tape wrapped around his wrists, donning Adidas shorts and matching sneakers to complete the work out attire, he's muscles perplexed, he's eyes fixated on the camera.
Nodding his head, a smile plastered across his mouth as he clasped his hands together before picking up a towel from the ring apron and using it to wipe the sweat that came from his forehead, drying himself with the towel before throwing it aside and returning his attention back to the camera.
Did he sound like an asshole? Yes.
Did he care about what the viewers thought of him? No.
Mark Storm was in his element as the cameras faded into the scene, running his fingers through his hair with a look of seriousness in his eyes, a smirk upon his lips emerging after a few moments. The scene itself was rather impressive; he was leaning against the edge of a four sided, his own personal four sided ring that he managed to install in his home gym. With black ring ropes and a white plain canvas, around the ring was a variety of gym equipment, a standard gym setting that you'd expect, perhaps a little more varied, with boxing bags and a range of mats also scattered around the room. Mark Storm's general income from the last years had cemented him with the joy of spending a lot of money, and from the look of his home gym, you could tell that he had been doing exactly that. He was shirtless, sweat slivering down his pecks, indicating that he had just finished his work out. Another indication coming from the frizzyness of his hair and of course, the mere fact that he was situated in his home gym. Tape wrapped around his wrists, donning Adidas shorts and matching sneakers to complete the work out attire, he's muscles perplexed, he's eyes fixated on the camera.
Nodding his head, a smile plastered across his mouth as he clasped his hands together before picking up a towel from the ring apron and using it to wipe the sweat that came from his forehead, drying himself with the towel before throwing it aside and returning his attention back to the camera.
"I don't mean to sound cocky or like a jerk but the last two years of my career, I've been at the helm everywhere I've been. I've been at the tippy top of the mountain top and because I admit that, it makes me a jerk? I don't think so. But for those uneducated fucks who are watching this right now, wondering who the hell this kid is.. allow me to introduce myself. My name, is Mark Storm."
He announced to the world, widening his arms in the process.
"And if you don't know who I am now.. I promise you, that by the end of July 20th, my name will be embedded in your minds. I am the reckoning of professional wrestling and I've been doing this dance for quite some time now. I've been competing in some of the biggest promotions in the world, all over the world.. you name the country, I've been there; Japan, Mexico, England, Canada, Germany and the list goes on and on and on. But none of that matters now, I understand that. What matters now is what I do here, in the newest hottest promotion to emerge into the wrestling scene, Honor Wrestling. And what I intend to do here is create history, to cement my name in the history books of this company. What I intend to do here is become the first ever Honor Wrestling Champion."
"But I'll be honest, when Zack Goldman came to me with a contract proposal, I was a little hesitant.
At the moment, I'm competing in some of the best promotions there is, at the highest level you can get.
Not only that, but I'm also dabbing my foot back into the mixed martial arts realm, so as you can imagine -
the schedule of Mark Storm is a little chaotic, who in truth, matches my personality perfectly.
But then I saw this roster, I saw the cult following of fans this promotion managed to attain before even hosting it's first show.
And I gravitated to it. I gave in because it dawned on me, that this place.. this is going to be something special.
Something different! Something the wrestle world has never seen before!"
"So I put pen to paper and I signed the dotted line and I've watched an influx of men and women also join this promotion. We have a cast of possibly some of the best wrestlers out there right now. It's tremendous to see, especially when you consider the fact that this promotion has only just opened. And already, we're creating a hype, creating a wave and in due time, we'll be at the helm of the wrestling world.. and what I'm hoping, is to be the man who leads this promotion to the next level. But we've all got to start somewhere and our journey begins in two days time, July 20th inside the T Mobile arena, when this promotion will host its ever first Showdown! Exciting times that everyone is looking forward to! And my journey to the Honor Wrestling Championship begins on that night, when I come face to face with Jackson Stewart in the first round of the Honor Championship tournament."
Finishing his sentence, he paused to allow his words to sink into the viewers, allowing them to digest what had just come out of his mouth, a full lengthy introduction. He grabbed a water bottle from the apron and took a sip, before pouring some onto his head, and finished the bottle by gulping down the remains, tossing the bottle aside.
"Jackson, you and I have been doing this dance for quite some time now but this is the first time that we'll meet inside that four sided ring. And I'll be honest with you, I'm excited. I'm excited because you're someone I've never faced before, but you're someone that I am familiar with, and I admire what you can bring to the table. You're one of the names that drew me closer to this company and I'm very fortunate to be facing you in my first rodeo here. I don't want you to mistake my kindness for weakness Jackson, I'm far from kind, I'm showing you the same level of respect you showed me when you spoke of me. It's a rarity nowadays, me, speaking of others highly because in truth, I hate people. I hate everyone but I have reason to. Because as you know, I'm a schizophrenic Jackson. And people believe that because of that, I'm deemed stable enough to be inside that four sided ring and that really pisses me off. When I'm inside that four sided ring I put my demons to rest and my only target is to make it out the victor, that's it. I don't come in to every match with malicious intent, not all of the time. I'm not looking to beat my opponent until they've got a concussion, not all the time anyway. I sure as hell know what I'm doing when I'm inside that ring, a lot of the time. But you've acknowledged that and because of that, I respect you. I respect you more than I respect most of our colleagues Jackson, they're a bunch of drama queens who just happen to be immensely talented. But once again, just because I respect you, doesn't mean I will go easy on you.. because that's exactly the opposite to what I'm going to do."
"We have a common goal and that goal being the Honor Championship. And YOU Jackson, you're in the way of me getting there.
And because you're in the way, I'm going to have to put you down. You're and obstacle, that I'm going to overcome.
By any means necessary! If there's one thing I know about myself is that I'm not a good person.
As much as I'd like to be, I'm not. I acknowledged a long time ago, that being the good guy, it doesn't suit me.
I embraced that fact! But I guess my honesty is why people gravitate to me. It's why they wanna see me do well!
I'm prepared to bend the rules. I'm prepared to push you to your boundaries. I'm prepared to end you!
I'm prepared for anything and everything and that's exactly how you gotta be in a match like this.
First impressions are everything and I'm looking to be a major contender to win this shit!"
"And a win over you Jackson it puts me in the right direction! Everyone got their fucking eyes on the likes of Alex Jones, and Dexter Anthony and Kevin Hunter but in reality, everyone should be focusing on me. I'm the key, I'm the darkhorse who's going to get to the tippy top of this promotion as the underdog but will remain at the top as the Honor Champion! That's how it's gonna be, that's how I'm gonna do it and it all starts July 20th! You and me, Jackson! I'm sure you'll give it your everything! I'm sure you won't stop until you've got nothing left in the tank, but I'll push you to that point. I'll push you to your breaking point and trust me when I say that's a specialty of mine. I'm looking forward to it Jackson. I hope you are, too."
A sadistic grin grew on his face stretching from ear to ear whilst his teeth glistened, walking up towards the camera, he pushed it aside and with that being done all of a sudden the scene cut to black and that was the end of his introductory promo.