Post by Storm on Feb 18, 2015 15:56:57 GMT -5
Surging Storm
The New Me
Philadelphia, EWC Brawl
Aftermath of Storm vs. Wellings
"Oh God no.. oh God no! Please don't be mad at me! Please don't be mad at me!"
The recognizable gruff voice of Mark Storm echoed through the hallways. Storm, with his head buried in his hands, paraded up and down a certain section of the corridors. Attracting attention of the backstage crew, who glared at him in confusion, distracted by the weird antics of Storm. Only moments ago, Storm was in the ring competing in his second match here in EWC. A match which would solidify his position here in the company, against the well known "Airborne Ranger" Derek Wellings. Storm came up short in the contest however overall competed well as the match was back and forth, both men displaying their talents and potential to reach the top of the food chain.
With blood rushing down his forehead Storm lifted his head, his eyes red, indicating that he had been crying, his body covered with sweat as he continued to run wild down the corridors - kicking one of the production carts as he grunted in distress. Breathing heavily as he stormed off into the distance, the cameras following him as he pushed the door into his locker room. The camera crew hung outside the room, with a bit of the door open - Storm was clearly viewable.
"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. I didn't think it was gonna -"
He paused, lowering his head as he ran his fingers through his hair, the blood continuing to trickle down his forehead. He wiped it away quickly, before continuing.
"That old son of a bitch! I'll get him next time... I promise! Please forgive me Rick!"
Once again Storm paused, struggling to hide his emotions as he wept. He raised his head and looked vacantly into the space in front of him - almost like he was listening to someone, as he nodded his head excessively, almost like he was being told something. But no one was there? He sniffed and sniffed, wiping his tears away once again as he continued to look into the space in front of him.
"Losing sucks Rick. I didn't want to lose Rick. I didn't want to lose. I just wanted to win Rick. I swear - I promise, I just wanna make you proud Rick, y'know? And I let you down tonight.. that old son of a bitch... we'll meet again, and when we do, I'll make sure that fucker doesn't get the win.. I'll make sure of it."
Sniffing again, he paused. Wiping away the tears permanently as he regained his composure, once again looking hard into the vacant space. He picked up his water bottle from the bench, and took a gulf of the freshing "Smart Water", chugging it all down before throwing the bottle to the ground, continuing to stare hard into the space.
"You're right Rick... you're one hundred percent right! Wait - so you don't hate me?"
There was a brief silence.
"Oh God.. thank you, Rick! I don't know what I'd do without you!"
His sobbing solemn face quickly transitioned into a joyful expression as he leaped up and punched the air, a smile embedded on his face as he grinned from ear to ear, his teeth glistening as he fell back onto the bench. Smiling as he looked at the ground.
"I know Rick... I know what I've got to do."
Once again the facial expressions of Storm changed once again, his face once again firm and serious as he stared at the ground - something deep perhaps on his mind, as the cameras faded to black.
