Post by Mark Storm on Dec 7, 2017 5:13:57 GMT -8
"Your Hero and Mine."
The words left his mouth with a sense of conviction, a belief that was buried deep within the words he preached. And if you were listening to him at this moment, you too would believe it - somehow, in his unique way, he was convincing. You didn't have to see his face to be convinced, just the tone of his voice was enough to entice you. Enough to make you start asking question question. Enough to keep your eyes fixated on the screen.
Pitch black, with a flicker of light giving hope to the viewers at home that the scenery would become more clear. The flickers were happening at a quicker pace, before there was an abrupt stop. Footsteps could now be heard and a silhouette of a figure emerged from the darkness, holding onto a single lighter, which he flickers only once before bringing it up to his face, and now you could see the man behind the voice.
He was no stranger to the wrestling world. No, everywhere Mark Storm had been, he had left a mark, whether it was good or bad wasn't up for debate, the fact remained that he'd traveled across the globe in numerous promotions making his name a commodity.
That was his goal, that was the journey he found himself embarking on. And now, he finds himself at the forefront of a new promotion: Global Wrestling Division, it's first ever signing, a surprise one for someone so marketable in the wrestling industry. Although at the same time, it wasn't a surprise. Sooner or later, you would've probably seen Mark Storm make an appearance with Global Wrestling Division, one way or another.
"Introductions? I don't think so." he says rather bluntly, but it's a fact. For someone of his status, introductions would be pretty much pointless. He grinned from ear to ear, dropping the lighter on the floor and simultaneously, the lights in the room turned on.
It was a small but homely room that Mark found himself in, surrounded with posters of himself as well marketing posters for the promotion itself, and just so happened that he was on the cover of those as well. The smug look on his face said it all. He mattered, more than anything else in the company, or at least that's how he felt.
"You know me. Of course you do. I've done traveled all over the world. Don't act like you don't know me, Deacon." he paused, but at the same time began to pace the small room. "Maybe you'll say you've never heard of me. But then you'll be lying. Not only to yourself, but to these fine people who are watching this video clip right now. You'll be lying to them, Deacon. You know who I am, I don't have to introduce myself but maybe - I should reintroduce, just for the hell of it? Just as a reminder, of the talent that I possess, and the hold that I have over this company. Deacon, I'm the first talent that management were looking for shortly after opening their doors.
Because in order for this company to succeed, they need star power. They need a man who's been around the block and seen it all, hell, a man who's done it all. Someone with enough star power to draw the biggest crowds week in and week out. So they looked for me. Contacted me with lucrative offer that I couldn't reject. I couldn't. Because the way it's sounding, they've already found their poster boy and guess what Deacon.
It's not you."
He enjoyed saying that. You could tell by the look in his eye, a glimmer of arrogance and self loathing. Despite his arrogance, there was something charming about him, his charisma oozed through the camera and those watching could appreciate that.
"It's not you because no ones heard of you before this Deacon. It's not you because you don't have that star power. It's not you because you're not going to put those asses into seats week in and week out. It's not you, because I don't know you. And if I don't know you, no one does.
Now I don't mean to discredit you. Believe me, I'm saying this with all honesty man. Hey, maybe you're one of those guys who doesn't need to be known! You're making yourself known but making a fool out of me, kinda guy. That's what you're going to say, right? You're gonna drop a couple of lines about how you've been trained by the best, and how you've been here and been there and this is your big break, and you're gonna make the most of it.
I think that's cute.
These fairytales, we tell ourselves. This fairytale, you're going to tell the world about yourself. Funny thing is about fairytales, is that they don't exist. We wish they were true. We cling onto the hope, that they come true. But they don't and you have to accept that fact. Much like you have to accept that this Friday, you're going up against the biggest, baddest, toughest opponent, you've encountered in your career to date.
I don't know who you've faced in the local 'indie' matches you've been involved with, but lemme just make myself clear, I am miles above those mediocre shit stains that you've been wrestling for the past three years of your career. They're merely a sidenote whilst I'm the bigger story. They're just the old pieces of gum stuck at the bottom of my shoe, waiting to be scraped off. I want you to acknowledge that fact. I want you to know, that this is the biggest night of your life, and it's opening night! No pressure, kid. You're just going up against a man who's been doing this for almost a decade and is quite clearly already the man holding the mantle here in Global Wrestling Division. In the first round of the Justice Open Invitational. Live from Los Angeles, California. In the main event!"
There's a smirk cemented upon his lip, one that doesn't fade away.
"Where I belong. Question is, do you belong there?" he stopped pacing and faced the camera, clasping his hands together. "The thing is, kid - I believe you do, in the future that is. See I've watched your tapes. I've scouted you out because that's what we as professionals tend to do in preparation for a match, and I've seen that you're as technical as they come.
You've got this tenacity about you. This ferociousness that is unquenchable and I like that. I see the fire in your eyes when you step into the ring and I know you've got something to prove. Prove, that you belong on this stage. Prove, that you belong in the same ring as Your Hero and Mine. Heck, maybe you'll get an upset victory over me. But the likelihood of that happening, is bleak.
I won't let it happen. You're going to have to bring everything you've got to the table. You're going to have to dig deep and find a sense of purpose, before you beat me. You're going to have to put me down and out of my misery. And despite all of your bravado, despite this tenacity and confidence that you do have, I question your capability of getting the job done."
Licking his dry lips, he then continued.
"I call myself the star of this place because that's exactly what I am, and that's exactly who I intend to be. I'm setting the bar, from night one - everyone on the roster, is on notice. The bar has and will, be set by me. And if you wanna reach that bar, you're gonna have to put me down.
Deacon, you have the unfortunate privilege of being my first victim but I don't this is going to go down easy. I never expect, easy. No, I expect a hard fought bout when it comes to you Deacon. I intend to bring the best out of you because that's what star talents do, they bring the best out of their opponents. I just hope that you show up. I just hope that you give it every ounce that's in you! But even then, that won't be enough. On paper, this match has already been decided, there's no question about that. Now, it's about turning that into reality."
Getting closer to the camera, a grin from ear to ear, his teeth glistening white as he clasped his hands together one final time.
"I do, because I can. You don't, because you suck. From Your Hero, and Mine."
The feed stopped abruptly after Mark had finished his sentence.
The words left his mouth with a sense of conviction, a belief that was buried deep within the words he preached. And if you were listening to him at this moment, you too would believe it - somehow, in his unique way, he was convincing. You didn't have to see his face to be convinced, just the tone of his voice was enough to entice you. Enough to make you start asking question question. Enough to keep your eyes fixated on the screen.
Pitch black, with a flicker of light giving hope to the viewers at home that the scenery would become more clear. The flickers were happening at a quicker pace, before there was an abrupt stop. Footsteps could now be heard and a silhouette of a figure emerged from the darkness, holding onto a single lighter, which he flickers only once before bringing it up to his face, and now you could see the man behind the voice.
He was no stranger to the wrestling world. No, everywhere Mark Storm had been, he had left a mark, whether it was good or bad wasn't up for debate, the fact remained that he'd traveled across the globe in numerous promotions making his name a commodity.
That was his goal, that was the journey he found himself embarking on. And now, he finds himself at the forefront of a new promotion: Global Wrestling Division, it's first ever signing, a surprise one for someone so marketable in the wrestling industry. Although at the same time, it wasn't a surprise. Sooner or later, you would've probably seen Mark Storm make an appearance with Global Wrestling Division, one way or another.
"Introductions? I don't think so." he says rather bluntly, but it's a fact. For someone of his status, introductions would be pretty much pointless. He grinned from ear to ear, dropping the lighter on the floor and simultaneously, the lights in the room turned on.
It was a small but homely room that Mark found himself in, surrounded with posters of himself as well marketing posters for the promotion itself, and just so happened that he was on the cover of those as well. The smug look on his face said it all. He mattered, more than anything else in the company, or at least that's how he felt.
"You know me. Of course you do. I've done traveled all over the world. Don't act like you don't know me, Deacon." he paused, but at the same time began to pace the small room. "Maybe you'll say you've never heard of me. But then you'll be lying. Not only to yourself, but to these fine people who are watching this video clip right now. You'll be lying to them, Deacon. You know who I am, I don't have to introduce myself but maybe - I should reintroduce, just for the hell of it? Just as a reminder, of the talent that I possess, and the hold that I have over this company. Deacon, I'm the first talent that management were looking for shortly after opening their doors.
Why?
Because in order for this company to succeed, they need star power. They need a man who's been around the block and seen it all, hell, a man who's done it all. Someone with enough star power to draw the biggest crowds week in and week out. So they looked for me. Contacted me with lucrative offer that I couldn't reject. I couldn't. Because the way it's sounding, they've already found their poster boy and guess what Deacon.
It's not you."
He enjoyed saying that. You could tell by the look in his eye, a glimmer of arrogance and self loathing. Despite his arrogance, there was something charming about him, his charisma oozed through the camera and those watching could appreciate that.
"It's not you because no ones heard of you before this Deacon. It's not you because you don't have that star power. It's not you because you're not going to put those asses into seats week in and week out. It's not you, because I don't know you. And if I don't know you, no one does.
Now I don't mean to discredit you. Believe me, I'm saying this with all honesty man. Hey, maybe you're one of those guys who doesn't need to be known! You're making yourself known but making a fool out of me, kinda guy. That's what you're going to say, right? You're gonna drop a couple of lines about how you've been trained by the best, and how you've been here and been there and this is your big break, and you're gonna make the most of it.
I think that's cute.
These fairytales, we tell ourselves. This fairytale, you're going to tell the world about yourself. Funny thing is about fairytales, is that they don't exist. We wish they were true. We cling onto the hope, that they come true. But they don't and you have to accept that fact. Much like you have to accept that this Friday, you're going up against the biggest, baddest, toughest opponent, you've encountered in your career to date.
I don't know who you've faced in the local 'indie' matches you've been involved with, but lemme just make myself clear, I am miles above those mediocre shit stains that you've been wrestling for the past three years of your career. They're merely a sidenote whilst I'm the bigger story. They're just the old pieces of gum stuck at the bottom of my shoe, waiting to be scraped off. I want you to acknowledge that fact. I want you to know, that this is the biggest night of your life, and it's opening night! No pressure, kid. You're just going up against a man who's been doing this for almost a decade and is quite clearly already the man holding the mantle here in Global Wrestling Division. In the first round of the Justice Open Invitational. Live from Los Angeles, California. In the main event!"
There's a smirk cemented upon his lip, one that doesn't fade away.
"Where I belong. Question is, do you belong there?" he stopped pacing and faced the camera, clasping his hands together. "The thing is, kid - I believe you do, in the future that is. See I've watched your tapes. I've scouted you out because that's what we as professionals tend to do in preparation for a match, and I've seen that you're as technical as they come.
You've got this tenacity about you. This ferociousness that is unquenchable and I like that. I see the fire in your eyes when you step into the ring and I know you've got something to prove. Prove, that you belong on this stage. Prove, that you belong in the same ring as Your Hero and Mine. Heck, maybe you'll get an upset victory over me. But the likelihood of that happening, is bleak.
I won't let it happen. You're going to have to bring everything you've got to the table. You're going to have to dig deep and find a sense of purpose, before you beat me. You're going to have to put me down and out of my misery. And despite all of your bravado, despite this tenacity and confidence that you do have, I question your capability of getting the job done."
Licking his dry lips, he then continued.
"I call myself the star of this place because that's exactly what I am, and that's exactly who I intend to be. I'm setting the bar, from night one - everyone on the roster, is on notice. The bar has and will, be set by me. And if you wanna reach that bar, you're gonna have to put me down.
Deacon, you have the unfortunate privilege of being my first victim but I don't this is going to go down easy. I never expect, easy. No, I expect a hard fought bout when it comes to you Deacon. I intend to bring the best out of you because that's what star talents do, they bring the best out of their opponents. I just hope that you show up. I just hope that you give it every ounce that's in you! But even then, that won't be enough. On paper, this match has already been decided, there's no question about that. Now, it's about turning that into reality."
Getting closer to the camera, a grin from ear to ear, his teeth glistening white as he clasped his hands together one final time.
"I do, because I can. You don't, because you suck. From Your Hero, and Mine."
The feed stopped abruptly after Mark had finished his sentence.
