Post by Mark Storm on Jul 22, 2016 6:18:59 GMT -6
February 9th 2015
Live From the EWC Stadium in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
MARK STORM VS. MADISON MITCHELL
Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in tonight at two-hundred and nine pounds MARK! STOOOOOOORM!
The slow melody of "Far From Any Road" begins to play through the sound system, as the crazed fans begin to quiet down as the lights in the arena begin to dim. All eyes divert to the top of the entrance ramp - where smoke begins to rise from the stage, a few pyrotechnics erupting before quieting.
From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote.
As the lyrics from The Handsome Families hit song plays through the arena, emerging from the tunnel is the self-proclaimed "Reckoning", Mark Storm - his eyes vacant as he fixated his eyes on the ring, his arms by his side and his feet shoulder width apart as he stood, motionless on the top of the ramp whilst the audience watch wearily.
She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun,
And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood
He begins to walk down the entrance ramp, dressed in his usual wrestling attire of black tights with his surname "Storm" on the right side of his tights, whilst "save" on the other - and of course in his black laced boots & biker gloves. In addition, he wore a long black leather coat, unbuttoned from the middle.
In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon,
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom.
A strange hunger haunted me; the looming shadows danced.
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand.
At this point Storm had reached the outside of the four sided ring, his eyes still vacant, his face remaining emotionless as he leaps onto the ring apron entering the ring. With the audience applauding him he walks over towards the center of the ring, turning three sixty with his arms out wide, his emotionless face finally showing some emotion as a grin appears on his face, his teeth glistening. He then stops turning and reaches for the heavens, whilst doing so another pyrotechnic erupts.
When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold,
Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones.
And rise with me forever across the silent sand,
And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands
He takes off his leather coat, passing it over to the ring crew before moving over to his designated corner.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in tonight at one-hundered and thirty-one pounds, MADISON MITCHEL!
"Push it" begins to thump over the p.a. as the girl from PA makes her way down to the ring, grooving out to the music and interacting with the fans, getting a good reaction for a newbie to the sport. She slides into the ring and poses in the corner, completely ignoring Storm for the moment. She hops down and nods to Paul Turner, who calls for the bell.
Joe Aiello: And here we go, Mark Storm versus Madison Mitchell.
Piven: President Mac is watching this one close, I'm sure.
The bell rings as the two grapplers begin to circle, until a small cotton candy chant breaks out. Madison smiles and waves to the fans, but Storm just rolls his eyes.
Joe Aeillo: Guess they saw the pictures from AP2015.
Jeremy Piven: The whole world saw those pictures.
Storm sounds Madison around and lands a solid right hand, drawing boos from the crowd. He shows no sign of caring, and whips her into the ropes, launches a spinning heel kick, but quick as a hiccup Mitchell ducks, rebounds, and his a drop kick to the knee. Storm staggers but stays on his feet as Madison back rolls to her feet and shoots in with a punch, blocked by Storm, who goes into an arm wringer. Madison contorts in pain, pulls together to roll through, releasing the pressure and getting her arm free. The two combatants take a moment to stare at one another as the crowd claps for the quick display of athletics. Storm offers a small smile and a handshake, which Madison accepts.
Jeremy Piven: Great display of respect. I'd have popped her one in the jaw.
Joe Aiello: Oh, come on man, that's despicable.
Jeremy Piven: That's pro wrestling
Storm shoots in and goes behind on Madison, but the smaller wrestler drops down to escape, sweeps the leg, and moves for seated headlock. Storm folds himself nearly in half to kick Madison, forcing the release, and taking her over with his own headlock, flipping her to the ground, then pulling her up and sending Madison to the ropes. As she rebounds Mark pulls her over his head with an arm drag, but Mitchell cartwheels out, hits the opposite side, and bounces back with a big flying elbow. Storm takes the force of the blow and bails, taking a moment to get his breath and break Madison's pace. The crowd keys him know their displeasure with his tactics, and Storm spends a moment spewing abuse at the front row before the refs count brings him back in.
The action resumes with Storm going for a lockup, quickly transitioning into a side headlock, bodily picking his smaller opponent tossing her forward and driving a knee into her gut. Madison tumbles to the mat, catching her breath as Storm his the ropes to build up a head of steam and delivers a big pair of boots to the head. He holds the leg for the cover.
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Kickout!
Storm seems disappointed, but keeps his focus, pulling Madison up by the hair, drawing a rebuke from the referee, and earning a few punches to the gut from Mitchell. A knee to the head puts a stop to that, and Storm launches Madison to the corner, before following up with a big corner elbow. Madison stumbles out of the corner holding her head, open to attack, but Storm is having a conversation with the space near the turnbuckle.
Joe Aiello: What is he doing?
Jeremy Piven: Talking to his manager.
Joe Aiello: He doesn't have a manager.
Jeremy Piven: I know.
Madison shakes off the cobwebs and hits the ropes, nailing a cross body as Mark turns around. She rolls Storm into a pinning predicament!
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He rolls through!
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Kickout!
Madison escapes the pin and makes the ropes, giving herself a moment of space while Storm argues with the ref. Angrily Storm pushes past the ref to continue the fight, kicking Madison in the midsection, but getting stopped from going further by the ref, instructing him to let Madison out of the ropes. Storm's face is a picture of ire now, and the things he says about the officials mother can't possibly be true, though the referee is spared the need to respond by Madison bulldoging Storm to the mat. Full of her second wind and spurred on by the cheering crowd Mitchell pops back to her feet, finds the second rope executes a lionsault, but is met with knees!
Joe Aiello: Storm a step ahead on that one.
Jeremy Piven: He's a smart fighter to be sure. Needs to watch that temper.
Both wrestlers are down, and official Paul Turner begins the double count, getting to three before either really moves, advancing to five before Storm gets back to his feet and pulls Madison the rest of the way, goes behind, and launches Mitchell with a huge German suplex. With determination he ascends to the top rope and nails a flying headbutt.
Madison seems dazed, eyes unfocused as Storm brings her back to a vertical base. The much larger fighter wraps Madison up in his arms, pivots and plants her with a big belly to belly, driving all his weight on top of her. Storm gets on top and drives a knee into Mitchell’s spine, pulling back on the pretty little head of Madison Mitchell, causing her to scream and grimace in pain.
Jeremy Piven: Good use of his size, keep Madison down and control her
Joe Aiello: That is is, but she’s not done fighting yet, look at her clawing to the ropes.
With agonizing slowness Mitchell uses her arms and legs to push herself forward, fighting for every inch and finally grabs the rope for the break. Storm breaks at three, backing off with his hands up, then shoots forward with a quick punch, launching Mitchell to the rope and crushing her with a big leg lariat. He covers…
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Thr-kickout!
Joe Aiello: Close as it gets!
Jeremy Piven: Certainly can tell the vet in this match.
Storm doesn't agree with the count, frustrated at Madison's ability to weather his series of big moves. Madison uses the time to get back to her feet and launch a punch to Storm's back, following up with a kick when he stumbles. Mark gets himself turned around and throws a punch of his own, staggering Madison back, but she pulls together to throw her own punch, catching Storm across the jaw. Storm responds in kind, sending Madison stumbling into the ropes, but then blasting out with a huge headscissors, sending Mark crashing to the mat. The crowd pops big, and Madison takes a moment to bask
They like her, they really like her! But she better keep her focus. Storm has made it back to his feet and is stalking Mitchell, delivering a huge boot to the gut, tossing Mitchell onto his shoulders and dropping her face hard across his knee. He covers.
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Storm raises up, looking pleased with himself for the win, relishing having his hand raised before reaching down to help Madison up, who takes the offer.
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner.... STORM