Control by Storm

[Mark Storm]

"I'm gonna get it even if you're in the way, and if you're in it, better run for peaks sake."

He always spoke with such conviction and that's what made the man; the person, so appealing to viewers. He could speak eloquently or straight up colloquial but none of it would matter; the tone behind his voice was so often confident and assured, and he had a right to be. For the past few months, Mark Storm had been ripping it up all over the world, and his smile plastered across his mouth gave the viewers an indicator of how he was feeling; he was feeling good.

This wasn't the usual scene where Mark Storm would cut a promo but he didn't have time for finding the perfect scene; he was situated in the middle of an empty hotel lobby, a cup of coffee in one hand and the handle of a suitcase in the other. Dressed bizarrely; a purple shirt with a grey tie, and white trousers, it must've been opposite day, but in the world of Mark Storm, it was just another day.

"I feel as if I've joined this party too late, but as you know, I've got quite the busy schedule so apologies on my behalf. The world of wrestling is taking me places that's for sure and as I've been traveling around from place to place as part of my global tour, I've been watching the promo's that my opponents over at FSociety Wrestling have been dropping the last couple of days, in my spare time. And it's funny because they don't seem to take me seriously as a contender for the Anarchy championship. They're already writing my name off and telling people that I'm going to be irrelevant, which I'm not sure whether to find insulting, or funny. It's insulting because I've worked hard to get to where I am today. I've worked hard to make my name a global commodity and for a bunch of mediocre's to tell me and the rest of the wrestling world that I'm not going to be a contender in this contest, is pretty insulting. Now it's also funny because on Sunday night, when I turn up in the Thomas and Mac center; all of you will become mute, your mouths will stop moving, and all of the nonsensical bullshit that's been leaving your mouths, none of it will matter. The only thing that will matter on that night is who wants it more and don't you believe for a second, that I don't want this.. I want this more than anything."

And after finishing his sentence, he paused to allow his words to digest. He took a sip out of his Starbucks coffee cup and exhaled afterwards, a smirk appearing upon his lips. Passing him through his opening statements were guests at the hotel, who tried their best to hide away from the camera to know avail, although a bunch of kids made it very clear they wanted to be seen, holding their middle fingers up to the camera as they walked behind the former WRPD Junior Heavyweight champion.

"Now I understand why you're writing me off..
I mean, I understand because of my busy schedule, it may appear that I'm getting weaker.
And because I'm here, there, and everywhere; ya'll probably thinking I don't give a shit about this place.
Because I've got so much going on, so much to accomplish, so much to focus on.
Don't get twisted because this place, it means a lot to me.
When Robb Hardy offered me that contract, it mean't a lot to me.
And when I put pen to paper to sign here, I knew what I was getting myself into.
Because this roster, it's got tons of talent, tons of potential, and I wanna be apart of it.
I wanna be at the foundations, remembered as a guy who helped this place grow."

He paused and lowered his head. He mean't it. FSociety Wrestling wasn't just any other place. This was a place that Mark Storm thought a lot of, and he wanted his time there to be meaningful and profound. He didn't want to be remembered as someone who had a few shows there. He wanted to be regarded as a legend by the end of his time there.

"It's no secret that I love wrestling. I love putting on those trunks or tights, donning the face paint on occasions, tightening the tape around my wrist, stepping through those curtains and smelling a stench of popcorn and corndogs and seeing thousands of banners sway from side to side. I love embracing that moment and then finally walking down that aisle and looking into that four sided ring, listening to the fans either cheer you or boo you, it doesn't matter; the reactions is what I live for. I love hopping onto that apron and then stepping into that ring before preparing to do what I love! That's why I embarked on such a ludicrous adventure that see's me wrestle so frequently and if you can't understand that, then fine but don't you judge me because I love my job. We're all born to do something, right? That's right I believe anyway and I believe I was born to fight.

Now I know a fortnight ago it didn't go my way but that didn't falter me, that didn't damped my mood because Floyd deserved it, he was better than me on the night, you live and you learn and you move on. And I'm moving onto what seems to be bigger and better things as I find myself in the six competitor tables, ladders and chairs match; where an inaugural Anarchy champion will be crowned. And every one of my opponents, I've heard of, I've seen and I respect because of their in ring ability. But not every one of them, I necessarily like - heck, I don't like any of them and that makes it easier. It makes it easier for me to inflict as much damage as I possible can in this match, the environment we're surrounded in, it's built for damage. Heck, this championship belt advocates Anarchy and Anarchy correlates with CHAOS, and if you know me, then you'll know that I'm the prince of CHAOS.

And as the Prince of CHAOS, it is my duty to make sure that chaos ensues on Sunday night. But that's an inevitability, you've got myself in the match, tables, ladders and chairs. This isn't going to be pretty. This is going to be a beautiful disaster that I can't wait for. And it seems like you guys can't wait for this one either. You've all tried to poke me, to wake up the monster inside of me but it isn't working. I'm not interested in false claims or nonsensical bullshit, and all of you, have had a part to play in that. Corey Bull wants to believe that my demons still control me, he wants to believe that my schizophrenia will be my downfall. Believe what you want, Bull. I know that I've over come that obstacle, and I know that right, I'm in the mindset where I can do anything and everything on my own accord. Now Bull we've met on occasions, you were at the top of New Generation Wrestling the same time I was, so I now the talent you possess, as well as that, you've been doing this dance for over a decade. I know that you're not a joke. But what is a joke is that you truly believe that I'm some sort of lost soul. I'm not lost, Bull. I'm right here, my demons don't control me because I decided to lose all hope, setting myself free. Now back in my NGW days I'll admit, my demons had a hand of dictating what I'd do but that was then, and this is now. I've evolved Corey, I've evolved into a different sort of monster, a monster that no one can control, and you'll learn that on Sunday night. "

Taking another sip out of his cup he paused, a vibrant look on his face as he put down the cup and let go of his suitcase, clasping his hands together.

"You guy's wanna see the Storm? Well here, I am! I'M HERE!"

He declared, spreading his arms out wide and laughing, the coffee had gotten to him.

"But some of my opponents, they think that I'm some sort of myth, a mystery waiting to unravel but me, I don't see it. I mean whilst I was gone from NGW, I was elsewhere tearing up the industry but I don't know, maybe Gray Malone doesn't have a television, or cable, so he wouldn't know that I'm ripping it up everywhere I go. New Generation Wrestling was one of the best promotions around and after my failure to secure the top title there, I needed some time apart, I never quit - I was eventually released, but I never quit. I went away, came back with a win but then of course, the company closed up. But during my time there I was a premier act, don't get that twisted. I was main events, headlines, and showcases Malone, I reached heights higher than you ever did and you wanna talk down on me, referring to me as an idiot? That's an idiotic thing to do Malone, even for you! I happen to think that you're a good in ring competitor and I happen to think that you have a bright future in this promotion but that doesn't mean I like you, we've never clashed before Malone; and I'm pretty sure thats a good thing, for you. Ask any one who's faced me in the past, I'll put you through hell. I'll make sure that by the end of the match, you're not the same man. Heck, ask Ash Scion.

You remember our first encounter Scion, don't you? Don't tell me you've forgotten! Over in Extreme Wrestling Corporation, it actually happened to be a ladder match with three other competitors? Man, the times man, they just fly by. It was a match that I came out the victor of and ultimately it gave me the opportunity to challenge for the EWC World Heavyweight Championship, which I won and held on for numerous months. If history has anything to do with this Scion, the same is gonna take place at Sunday night, when you come so close to that title but yet again, Mark Storm is there to steal it from your grasp. Now I don't hate you Scion. Heck, out of everyone in this match, I probably like you the most. But you rely too much on you what I've put on my bio. And you wanna know why I dedicated myself to learning all those styles? It's because this is our lives ASH! THIS IS OUR DAMN LIVES! WE FIGHT! WE WRESTLE! AND IF YOU WANNA BE THE BEST; YOU BRING IT ALL TO THE TABLE! EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT, EVERYTHING YOU'VE STOMACHED, EVERYTHING YOU'VE LEARNED, YOU BRING IT TO THE DAMN TABLE WHEN IT MATTERS, WHEN IT COUNTS AND THAT'S WHAT I'LL DO THIS SUNDAY NIGHT! This is our lives! And it's ending one minute at a time. So whilst you cling onto your roots and fail to enhance any other styles, I'll continue to advance, I'll continue to better myself and who knows, maybe after Sunday I'll pick up a few of your Ultraviolent moves and use them on you."

A crowd of people were beginning to emerge and listen to Storm, like he was a preacher giving a service but he wasn't of course; he was just a professional wrestler, bashing his opponents in preparation for his match. But he was getting pissed off and that was evident, pissed off at some of the things his opponents had said about him over the last few days, something he prided himself on not doing was giving a fuck about what others said about him, but this.. this was getting too much to bare. But he composed himself, and a smile plastered on his lips, a silent chuckle escaped his mouth.

"Damn, man. Looks like I've got a gathering of people wanting to hear me speak.
Well listen up ladies and gentlemen, lemme tell you about another opponent of mine this Sunday.
An opponent who thinks that I "can't hack it". He thinks that I'm gonna wear myself thin.
Of course I'm talking about Seth Lawless; the same contradictory dickhead, who left FGA,
Because shit got too hard, right?"

He rhetorically asked, a grin on his face.

"It's pretty rich coming from you, Seth. You call me a quitter, yet I haven't quit anywhere. Whilst you, I've seen you around the block but you've never amounted to much, I'll go as far as saying that you haven't amounted to anything. I'm not saying that because I dislike you, I'm saying that because it's the truth. The truth is Seth, that you're over confident, over confident when you shouldn't be. You talk to me like I'm on the same level as you are, and I don't mean to sound cocky when I say, but I'm not. I'm light years ahead of you and the fact that you didn't do any research on me really shows how much of a dickhead you really are. I show up every week to every event I'm put on, Seth. I don't ever cancel dates, I show up and I give it my all and most of the time, I come out with the victory. I'm wearing myself too thin is what everyone is saying, but week after week I'm just contradicting those stupid ass statements by putting on a match of a lifetime! AND I DO THIS SO DAMN OFTEN! I know what I want, I know what I got myself into, I'm doing this for a reason not like a blinded buffoon. You think that eventually I'm going to break Seth, well I've got news for you buddy, I'm already broken. I'm an unfixed misfit toy and there's nothing that no one can do about it. I'm the prince of CHAOS. I'm the reckoning of professional wrestling. I'M THE REINCARNATION OF MAN!

And then there's Psychnuts. And I don't care what anybody says, she's a legend, at sixty four years old and still going, you've got to be crazy and that, she is. You're crazier than I am, or at least, that's what people say but you know what they say about the crazy ones, it's the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, that usually do. And you've changed the landscape of this profession for the female combatant, with your accomplishments and years of dedication, you're someone I do respect. Whilst everyone else is bashing you, I may give you some leeway but that's because you haven't said much, I can't really go by much. Am I going to use your age as a major factor, of course I am. Damn lady, you're old and I'm twenty eight years old, in terms of being at their prime, I'M AT MINE! But I'm not taking away anything from you, nuts. I'm just saying that it's gonna take a lot from you to get through me."

He paused and realized that the lobby was full with spectators, he'd gained an audience, something he reveled in and gave him an abundance of confidence as he looked on at them.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am The Prince of CHAOS.
And that Anarchy Championship, it belongs with someone associated with CHAOS.
I am not a good person, I'll admit that. But I'm also not a bad person.
But what I am is a fighting champion, someone who will put anything,
and everything on the line in order to attain the victory!
AND ON SUNDAY NIGHT, I MEET FIVE OTHER COMPETITORS..
ALL WANTING THAT ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP..
ALL WANTING TO PROPEL THEIR NAME TO THE TOP..
BUT ONLY ONE CAN EMERGE THE VICTOR WITH THE STRAP..
AND I PROMISE YOU... I PROMISE YOU, IT'S GOING TO BE ME!"

From the top of his lungs, he yelled and the spectators in attendance applauded him for his closing statements, before the scene cut to black.