Post by Mark Storm on Jan 12, 2016 20:11:04 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.