Post by Storm on Feb 13, 2015 20:02:10 GMT -5
Welcome to Stormtropolis - 2
The Revelation Storm
St Louis, Missouri
The Home of Mark Storm
The Downfall of Storm
The Revelation Storm
St Louis, Missouri
The Home of Mark Storm
The Downfall of Storm
"You're stronger than I thought you were. I shouldn't be surprised - but I am."
The voice of Rick The Ruler reverberated through the room as he finished his sentence. His eyes steadily fixated on Storm who sat opposite him, with his right leg over his left, dressed in his usual attire of a dark Grey suit, his hair slicked back and clenched between his fingers a cigarette. Storm on the other hand sat quietly as he tried not to look in the eyes of his mentor. His eyes on the floor as he ran his fingers through his bleach blonde hair - dressed in a striped green and black jumper, sitting cross legged and with a look of solemn on his face as he continue to avoid eye contact.
"I remember... a year ago you were starting to break through the independent scene. You remember that?"
Rick posed the question - however Storm continued to look at the wooden flooring, shutting his eyes as he tried to picture something else in his mind. Rick sighed, wanting the attention of Storm - he continued despite the question not being answered by Storm.
"I sure as hell remember. I remember the times you spent traveling the globe - picking up brand new styles of wrestling, honing these skills so you could bring them into your own game. I remember the time you spent over in OCW. When you went undefeated."
There was a brief pause as Rick finished his sentence, taking off his glasses and placing them on the table besides him. The scene was the exact same as last weeks; a room of a reasonable size, Rick seated on the armchair whilst Storm was seated uncomfortably on the couch, behind Storm a bookshelf stacked with various novels and autobiographies, on either side of the bookshelf hung paintings both displaying Storm back in his Indy days.
"Damn you were good. You were hard. You were almost unbeatable, you know that? Everyone believed in you. I believed in you. And then you had to fall off, didn't you? You had to fall off right around the time you were in contention for the world championship. Right around the time when all these big federations were asking for your name on a contract... Tell me Mark.. what happened to you?"
Storm finally looked up at Rick. His eyes vacant as he glared hard into the eyes of Rick, who glared back, who rested his cigarette in-between his lips whilst he shuffled into his pockets to retrieve a lighter, which he quickly used to ignite the cigarette. He then to a puff, inhaling and exhaling as the smoke rose above him like clouds. Storm continued to stare into the eyes of Rick, who was at his third puff of his cigarette, waiting patiently for the reply of Storm. Still Storm sat quietly, his eyes fixated on Rick as he began to reminisce his time over in OCW. Both the great times and the bad times. Rushing through his head was a montage of moments, from the time when he beat "Kevin Bourne" in one of his earlier matches at the company, to the time when he beat "The Lost Soul" in one of his lasts. And then the moment it all went downhill, Clash at the Coast 2014 - the match where Storm's winning streak was finally broken by one "Itsumade", the Japanese wrestling sensation.
"It all.. It all went downhill from Clash at the Coast."
Storm looked hard at Rick, struggling to remember as he thought hard.
"Funny y'know.. I can barely recollect. I barely remember that night. I don't remember how I lost. I don't remember how I lost."
He repeated himself, optimism in his voice as he tried to remember. But he couldn't. He couldn't remember because he didn't want to. He didn't want to remember because when he did, the voices in his head would taunt him. He looked worryingly at Rick.
"I don't remember how I lost. I don't remember WHY - I lost."
"You don't remember? Come on now. I'm sure it's buried in that brain of yours. Go through the archives my friend. Or am I going to have to remind you?"
Storm thought long and hard as he tried to recollect the match he had against Itsumade. OCW Clash of the Coast took place Lanikai Beach in Oahu, Hawaii. Storm was involved in the annual "Oh Shit! Contract Match", the equivalent to a money in the bank match. With four of the six men eliminated, the final two men were Mark Storm and Itsumade who had to battle it out for the "Oh Shit! Contract".
Rick sighed, looking at Storm who looked in a state of confusion as he looked back at Rick. Rick got up from his seat and walked over to the fireplace where above it was a flat screen TV. Rick turned the television on and before retreating back to his seat.
"You said you can't remember. So I'm going to have to remind you, Mark."
Rick laid back on his armchair, taking another puff of his cigarette as he exhaled the smoke into the atmosphere whilst Storm struggled to watch the TV, knowing what was going to come on.
Rick got up from his seat and turned the television screen off before returning. Rick extinguished his cigarette by crushing it against the table. He then observed the reaction of Storm, who continued to glare at the TV, looking confused as he quickly changed his attention from the TV to Rick.
"I don't remember that... I don't remember... I don't remember?! I'm sorry, I don't remember."
Silently Storm cried - looking alienated as he crossed his arms nervously, leaning forwards in a cry for help as he wiped the tears away from his eyes. He looked back at the blank TV screen before looking back at Rick, repeating that "he can't remember" to Rick, who looked disgusted at the sobbing Storm.
"You don't remember? Bullshit. You choose to not remember. You weak bastard! And I thought you were strong! You're constantly proving to me that you're weak. You make me sick!"
"I can't remember goddammit! I can't remember.. I can't remember..."
"Look at me!"
Reverberating through the room was the voice of Rick who demanded Storm to look at him, who did.
"That was you Mark. That was you - losing. Do you wanna be a loser?"
Mark nodded his head sideways.
"Good. Because I don't want you to be a loser. I want you to win. Like you did last week against that bitch Madison Mitchell (Storm tried to intervene) and don't try to defend her.. it's clear now. She's with Mac and there is nothing you can do about it. So grow up and move on. Now, Mark - let's continue on the topic we were talking about, OK? Now. Tell me. What happened to you?"
With his tears now cleared away, Storm concentrated and began to reminisce again. A few minutes had past and slowly Storm began to remember.
"I remember... I remember losing that night. I remember feeling empty. I remember feeling weak inside. I didn't know what to do man. I wasn't supposed to lose?! That wasn't in the script man.. so I.. uh - I."
"Go on."
"I had a few drinks... OK, maybe more than a few drinks. I drowned myself with alcohol, got in my car and crashed into a fucking lamppost. But y'know what makes it worse Rick? You know what, you don't even have to answer that. What makes it worse is that while I was in that car, driving at one hundred miles per hour, my Father who had come out to see me perform.. he uh.. - he got in uhh - fuck this is hard... While I was being a little bitch.. crying about a loss, my Father was fighting for his life. And I wasn't there to say goodbye.. I wasn't there to tell him that I love him. I wasn't there to hold his hand and thank him for all the things he had fucking done for me, y'know? And that made me feel disgraced with myself. I hated myself. I hated the fact that I lost. I hadn't lost before.. but you know what they say... you have to lose, in order to hate it and want to win... I could have prevented my fathers death if I hadn't lost the match, y'know? He wouldn't have had to try find me.. y'know? We would probably gone back to my apartment, chilled and talked about the future.. cause that's what we used to do. But I never got to have that last conversation with him. You know what his last memory of me would of been? ME LOSING! To a chump.. someone, who shouldn't have won. I SHOULD HAVE WON! I SHOULD HAVE WON! I SHOULD HAVE WON!"
From the top of his voice Storm shouted at Rick, his eyes flaring up as he stood up on his feet, pointing to himself as he glared at Rick, who looked impressed. Rick picked up his glasses from the table and put them on before looking back up at Storm, a smile embedded on his face as he glared at Storm, who was breathing heavily; infuriated, angry, and looking like the devil in the flesh.
The voice of Rick The Ruler reverberated through the room as he finished his sentence. His eyes steadily fixated on Storm who sat opposite him, with his right leg over his left, dressed in his usual attire of a dark Grey suit, his hair slicked back and clenched between his fingers a cigarette. Storm on the other hand sat quietly as he tried not to look in the eyes of his mentor. His eyes on the floor as he ran his fingers through his bleach blonde hair - dressed in a striped green and black jumper, sitting cross legged and with a look of solemn on his face as he continue to avoid eye contact.
"I remember... a year ago you were starting to break through the independent scene. You remember that?"
Rick posed the question - however Storm continued to look at the wooden flooring, shutting his eyes as he tried to picture something else in his mind. Rick sighed, wanting the attention of Storm - he continued despite the question not being answered by Storm.
"I sure as hell remember. I remember the times you spent traveling the globe - picking up brand new styles of wrestling, honing these skills so you could bring them into your own game. I remember the time you spent over in OCW. When you went undefeated."
There was a brief pause as Rick finished his sentence, taking off his glasses and placing them on the table besides him. The scene was the exact same as last weeks; a room of a reasonable size, Rick seated on the armchair whilst Storm was seated uncomfortably on the couch, behind Storm a bookshelf stacked with various novels and autobiographies, on either side of the bookshelf hung paintings both displaying Storm back in his Indy days.
"Damn you were good. You were hard. You were almost unbeatable, you know that? Everyone believed in you. I believed in you. And then you had to fall off, didn't you? You had to fall off right around the time you were in contention for the world championship. Right around the time when all these big federations were asking for your name on a contract... Tell me Mark.. what happened to you?"
Storm finally looked up at Rick. His eyes vacant as he glared hard into the eyes of Rick, who glared back, who rested his cigarette in-between his lips whilst he shuffled into his pockets to retrieve a lighter, which he quickly used to ignite the cigarette. He then to a puff, inhaling and exhaling as the smoke rose above him like clouds. Storm continued to stare into the eyes of Rick, who was at his third puff of his cigarette, waiting patiently for the reply of Storm. Still Storm sat quietly, his eyes fixated on Rick as he began to reminisce his time over in OCW. Both the great times and the bad times. Rushing through his head was a montage of moments, from the time when he beat "Kevin Bourne" in one of his earlier matches at the company, to the time when he beat "The Lost Soul" in one of his lasts. And then the moment it all went downhill, Clash at the Coast 2014 - the match where Storm's winning streak was finally broken by one "Itsumade", the Japanese wrestling sensation.
"It all.. It all went downhill from Clash at the Coast."
Storm looked hard at Rick, struggling to remember as he thought hard.
"Funny y'know.. I can barely recollect. I barely remember that night. I don't remember how I lost. I don't remember how I lost."
He repeated himself, optimism in his voice as he tried to remember. But he couldn't. He couldn't remember because he didn't want to. He didn't want to remember because when he did, the voices in his head would taunt him. He looked worryingly at Rick.
"I don't remember how I lost. I don't remember WHY - I lost."
"You don't remember? Come on now. I'm sure it's buried in that brain of yours. Go through the archives my friend. Or am I going to have to remind you?"
Storm thought long and hard as he tried to recollect the match he had against Itsumade. OCW Clash of the Coast took place Lanikai Beach in Oahu, Hawaii. Storm was involved in the annual "Oh Shit! Contract Match", the equivalent to a money in the bank match. With four of the six men eliminated, the final two men were Mark Storm and Itsumade who had to battle it out for the "Oh Shit! Contract".
Rick sighed, looking at Storm who looked in a state of confusion as he looked back at Rick. Rick got up from his seat and walked over to the fireplace where above it was a flat screen TV. Rick turned the television on and before retreating back to his seat.
"You said you can't remember. So I'm going to have to remind you, Mark."
Rick laid back on his armchair, taking another puff of his cigarette as he exhaled the smoke into the atmosphere whilst Storm struggled to watch the TV, knowing what was going to come on.
OCW: Clash of the Coast
Mark Storm vs. Itsumade
Interlude
[Itsumade yanks Storm to his feet and he hurls him over the top rope…Storm lands on the metal surface, holding onto the top rope just as Itsumade did earlier. Itsumade rushes into the ropes and he bounces off…he goes for another spear but Storm moves!! Itsumade goes flying through the ropes but his feet catch the middle rope, keeping him from flying into the ocean! Instead, his arms and face hit the water. Storm starts to kick Itsumade in the stomach as he wraps his feet around the rope]
Smith: Itsumade nearly eliminated himself!
Hood: What a dumbass. Take off that mask…not like you’re any uglier without it
Smith: Actually…
Hood: Yea, I’ve see him without it…but that mask is hideous so it’s a fucking wash
[Storm throws another kick…Itsumade catches it!! He legs go of the rope with his legs and hops to his feet on the metal surface…he flips Storm over and locks him into a Boston Crab!! Storm yells out in pain as he tries to reach for the ropes! He grabs them but there is no break forced as this is not a standard rules match…Itsumade leans back, applying tremendous amounts of pressure]
Smith: What a submission move…he’s really sitting back on that one!
Hood: Oh yea, great…but he can’t fucking win with it…just THROW THE GUY INTO THE OCEAN
Smith: He’s weakening Storm…it’s a process
Hood: It wasn’t with the Hollywood guys
Smith: Yea, well, they are Richardian in terms of talent
Hood: Nice, I like that word
[Itsumade finally releases the hold as he lifts Storm up for a spinebuster…Storm blocks it by kneeing Itsumade in the gut!! Storm falls back to his feet with Itsumade’s head hooked…he lifts Itsumade up and drops him onto the steel with a Jumping DDT!! Storm then points for the ocean as the crowd cheers]
Smith: Here we go…Storm for the win
Hood: Thank goodness…about time somebody with some talent won tonight
Smith: This is ONLY our second match
Hood: Yea, I know
[Storm lifts Itsumade for a powerbomb and goes to toss him into the ocean…Itsumade, though, holds on with his legs and he tosses Storm fully into the ocean with a Huricanrana!! Itsumade holds onto the metal surface so that only his lower half enters into the ocean. Storm disappears underneath the water with a huge splash as the bell rings]
Belvedere: Here is your winner and the owner of the “Oh Shit” Contract…ITSUMADE!!!!!
Smith: Tremendous win for Itsumade! I think a lot of people had Storm pegged to win tonight.
Hood: Fuck…I know I did…aside from Ehud…horrible event thus far.
Smith: Cheer up Hood…I’m sure your mind will change eventually
Hood: Never
Smith: This now means that Itsumade can cash in his contract on any champion on any night that champion is booked…we may very well be looking at a future Central, Southern or Western Champ, Hood?
Hood: Ugh, another masked freak
Smith: Indeed! Let’s cut to some seriously interesting video footage…
Smith: Itsumade nearly eliminated himself!
Hood: What a dumbass. Take off that mask…not like you’re any uglier without it
Smith: Actually…
Hood: Yea, I’ve see him without it…but that mask is hideous so it’s a fucking wash
[Storm throws another kick…Itsumade catches it!! He legs go of the rope with his legs and hops to his feet on the metal surface…he flips Storm over and locks him into a Boston Crab!! Storm yells out in pain as he tries to reach for the ropes! He grabs them but there is no break forced as this is not a standard rules match…Itsumade leans back, applying tremendous amounts of pressure]
Smith: What a submission move…he’s really sitting back on that one!
Hood: Oh yea, great…but he can’t fucking win with it…just THROW THE GUY INTO THE OCEAN
Smith: He’s weakening Storm…it’s a process
Hood: It wasn’t with the Hollywood guys
Smith: Yea, well, they are Richardian in terms of talent
Hood: Nice, I like that word
[Itsumade finally releases the hold as he lifts Storm up for a spinebuster…Storm blocks it by kneeing Itsumade in the gut!! Storm falls back to his feet with Itsumade’s head hooked…he lifts Itsumade up and drops him onto the steel with a Jumping DDT!! Storm then points for the ocean as the crowd cheers]
Smith: Here we go…Storm for the win
Hood: Thank goodness…about time somebody with some talent won tonight
Smith: This is ONLY our second match
Hood: Yea, I know
[Storm lifts Itsumade for a powerbomb and goes to toss him into the ocean…Itsumade, though, holds on with his legs and he tosses Storm fully into the ocean with a Huricanrana!! Itsumade holds onto the metal surface so that only his lower half enters into the ocean. Storm disappears underneath the water with a huge splash as the bell rings]
Belvedere: Here is your winner and the owner of the “Oh Shit” Contract…ITSUMADE!!!!!
Smith: Tremendous win for Itsumade! I think a lot of people had Storm pegged to win tonight.
Hood: Fuck…I know I did…aside from Ehud…horrible event thus far.
Smith: Cheer up Hood…I’m sure your mind will change eventually
Hood: Never
Smith: This now means that Itsumade can cash in his contract on any champion on any night that champion is booked…we may very well be looking at a future Central, Southern or Western Champ, Hood?
Hood: Ugh, another masked freak
Smith: Indeed! Let’s cut to some seriously interesting video footage…
Rick got up from his seat and turned the television screen off before returning. Rick extinguished his cigarette by crushing it against the table. He then observed the reaction of Storm, who continued to glare at the TV, looking confused as he quickly changed his attention from the TV to Rick.
"I don't remember that... I don't remember... I don't remember?! I'm sorry, I don't remember."
Silently Storm cried - looking alienated as he crossed his arms nervously, leaning forwards in a cry for help as he wiped the tears away from his eyes. He looked back at the blank TV screen before looking back at Rick, repeating that "he can't remember" to Rick, who looked disgusted at the sobbing Storm.
"You don't remember? Bullshit. You choose to not remember. You weak bastard! And I thought you were strong! You're constantly proving to me that you're weak. You make me sick!"
"I can't remember goddammit! I can't remember.. I can't remember..."
"Look at me!"
Reverberating through the room was the voice of Rick who demanded Storm to look at him, who did.
"That was you Mark. That was you - losing. Do you wanna be a loser?"
Mark nodded his head sideways.
"Good. Because I don't want you to be a loser. I want you to win. Like you did last week against that bitch Madison Mitchell (Storm tried to intervene) and don't try to defend her.. it's clear now. She's with Mac and there is nothing you can do about it. So grow up and move on. Now, Mark - let's continue on the topic we were talking about, OK? Now. Tell me. What happened to you?"
With his tears now cleared away, Storm concentrated and began to reminisce again. A few minutes had past and slowly Storm began to remember.
"I remember... I remember losing that night. I remember feeling empty. I remember feeling weak inside. I didn't know what to do man. I wasn't supposed to lose?! That wasn't in the script man.. so I.. uh - I."
"Go on."
"I had a few drinks... OK, maybe more than a few drinks. I drowned myself with alcohol, got in my car and crashed into a fucking lamppost. But y'know what makes it worse Rick? You know what, you don't even have to answer that. What makes it worse is that while I was in that car, driving at one hundred miles per hour, my Father who had come out to see me perform.. he uh.. - he got in uhh - fuck this is hard... While I was being a little bitch.. crying about a loss, my Father was fighting for his life. And I wasn't there to say goodbye.. I wasn't there to tell him that I love him. I wasn't there to hold his hand and thank him for all the things he had fucking done for me, y'know? And that made me feel disgraced with myself. I hated myself. I hated the fact that I lost. I hadn't lost before.. but you know what they say... you have to lose, in order to hate it and want to win... I could have prevented my fathers death if I hadn't lost the match, y'know? He wouldn't have had to try find me.. y'know? We would probably gone back to my apartment, chilled and talked about the future.. cause that's what we used to do. But I never got to have that last conversation with him. You know what his last memory of me would of been? ME LOSING! To a chump.. someone, who shouldn't have won. I SHOULD HAVE WON! I SHOULD HAVE WON! I SHOULD HAVE WON!"
From the top of his voice Storm shouted at Rick, his eyes flaring up as he stood up on his feet, pointing to himself as he glared at Rick, who looked impressed. Rick picked up his glasses from the table and put them on before looking back up at Storm, a smile embedded on his face as he glared at Storm, who was breathing heavily; infuriated, angry, and looking like the devil in the flesh.
