Post by Mark Storm on Dec 17, 2017 11:47:53 GMT -8
You didn't have to like him. That's not what he cared about. What mattered to him was whether you acknowledged his talent. Because for far too long he had been considered "mediocre", and that bracket, that category infuriated him. Mediocrity was nothing to be proud of. But being something more than that, that was the goal.
"Do I have your attention now?" he asked, rhetorically, his eyes meeting the camera straight off the bat as it faded into the scene.
He looked well. Well as can be imagined for someone who's schedule is so strenuous, so exhausting that it can literally take the life out of you. But he was accustomed to it. The busy schedule, the constant shows, the competitive battles on a day to day basis. That was, in the grander scheme of things, what he was paid to do.
Despite looking well, his eyes were vacant from any sort of emotion, the typical look you've become familiar with, when it comes to someone as mysterious as Your Hero and Mine, who stood between two pillars, a cold winters night with snow falling nonchalantly from the heavens, landing ever so gently around him. It was dark, but there was enough light that fixated on mister Mark Storm, who was loving the spotlight attention.
"Because if I didn't before, which I highly doubt, I should do now. Keep your eyes, on me." he finished his sentence, raising his fingers toward his eyes, pointing at them before pointing back at the camera, allowing his signature smirk to emerge on his lips.
"I said that I was going to win against Deacon Crane, and I did. It doesn't matter how it went down. That's irrelevant. The point is, I got the job done after saying I'd get it down.
But still, there were doubters.
People who didn't believe that I was going to progress to the final stage of this 'Out For Justice' Open Invitational. I just wanna say to the doubters, that you were wrong. Because here I stand, victorious in battle and awaiting my second dual here in Global Wrestling Division. A promotion, I've declared as my own. This, is my home.
A lot of people are asking whether I'm here for the long run. Just to clarify, I've signed a lucrative deal that will keep me contracted here for a very long time. So to answer your question, yes - I'm here for the long run, and as long as I'm here, this place is mine.
You best believe it. And in only a matter of days, I'll be heralded your first ever - American Justice Champion of the World. I want you to acknowledge that. I want you to let those words sink into your thick skulls. And I want you, to accept that fact. Because it's happening. And there isn't, nothing, no one - can do about it."
Clearing his throat, he took a moment to reflect. Reflect on the past year that had delivered so much success but at the same time, so much grief and misery. It had been a turbulent year, yet he smiled - perhaps thinking about how winning the American Justice title would be quite the way to top it all off. He licked his dry lips and clasped his hands together, turning his attention back on the camera.
"But I'll tell you what they will do. They'll come out with their individual promo's, spout about shit that no one really cares about and quite frankly, no one really wants to hear. Because that's the type of professionals they are.
They're a bunch of talkers. But hey, I guess you can say that they're more than that because they've made it to this final stage. But they all do have one thing in common. They're all assholes." he cut to the chase, saying it plain and simple.
"I mean think about it. Nameless, someone who wasn't involved in the main event BUT decided that he wanted to get a piece of the action. You wanna know what else that tells me about him? It tells me that he's a man who picks his fights. A man, who'll roam around here and cause chaos as he pleases, irrationally without a sense of purpose.
Hell, maybe he was trying to scare me, or send a message. I just want him to know, that his 'scare' tactics, didn't work. I'm not scared of him. In fact, I can't wait to drive my knee through that thick skull of his - and then maybe, just maybe - some sense we'll get knocked into that brain. But there's no disputing the fact that this man is a monster. He's a damn cretin, a freakin' freak who's stature overpowers the rest of us in this match. But he ain't come across someone like me before.
Then there's the "All American Boy" Geoffrey Thomas Anderson, a man who don's the colors of our nation proudly and has an illustrious wrestling family. Someone who probably voted for Donald Trump and believes in his mantra of making 'America Great Again'. Someone who was fortunate enough to be born into the business, whilst me - I worked my ass off to get into this industry.
Someone who probably got everything he ever wanted, whilst I had to scratch, claw, and bite my way to the top of the food-chain. Someone who likes the sound of his voice, maybe a little bit too much - an arrogant tool, who admittedly, is one of the most talented members of the roster. But someone who's still learning. Someone who's only scraping the barrel whilst I've been at the top for as long as I can remember.
And then there's Chris Crippler." he paused, twiddling his thumb and biting onto his bottom lip.
"We meet again old friend. I'm starting to believe that you and I are supposed to do this. You and I are supposed to clash, we were made to be rivals and here we are, battling it out once again for a championship belt. I came to SKYFIRE Wrestling with the sole purpose of taking that championship belt away from you. I rose up the ranks, remained undefeated in singles competition and did exactly that.
I took that championship away from you and when you came knocking for a rematch, I beat you again. You see the pattern? You're probably thinking third time lucky. I don't believe in luck. Luck, is for losers. But I don't think you're a loser, Chris. You're someone I used to aspire to be. But the fact is, I'm better than you because I've proved it on more than one occasion and looks like I'm going to have to prove it again. People should put respect on his name, he had a lot of doubters to coming into opening night be he proved them wrong. But not this time."
Once again his paused, clearing his throat as he averted his attention away from the camera, allowing those watching to digest the speech he had just delivered.
"We all want our names to be etched into history. Because becoming the first of anything is a big deal, and trust me when I say this - this match, is a big deal. There's something different about this promotion, different than any other promotion I work for, or worked with in the past.
There's a sense of community among fans who are looking forward to 'Out For Justice II', there's a sense of pride among those who have signed their names onto contracts, committing themselves to this company. The only thing that's missing is a champion, but then the question is: what kind of champion do you want?
The monster? Who's irrational, ludicrous and in the grander scheme of things, isn't the ideal image to have for this promotion? The patriot? Who's narcissistic, overconfident despite only just emerging to the scene, hanging off the coattails of his predecessors? The experienced? Who's been in this game for perhaps as long as I've lived, who's seen it all and done it all - refusing to step down and pass the torch to the next generation? Or Your Hero? Who's not only committed himself to this promotion; but has promised to be the global ambassador, the shining light that guides this promotion to the tippy top of the wrestling industry, elevating that championship to be the most prestigious in the damn world! I think I know your answer. And you're damn right if you're thinking about the latter."
He paused, allowing a smile to escape onto his face.
"I do, because I can." stopping himself: "You don't, because you suck."
His signature catchphrase and a sinister smirk.
"From Your Hero, and Mine."
The scene cut to black.
"Do I have your attention now?" he asked, rhetorically, his eyes meeting the camera straight off the bat as it faded into the scene.
He looked well. Well as can be imagined for someone who's schedule is so strenuous, so exhausting that it can literally take the life out of you. But he was accustomed to it. The busy schedule, the constant shows, the competitive battles on a day to day basis. That was, in the grander scheme of things, what he was paid to do.
Despite looking well, his eyes were vacant from any sort of emotion, the typical look you've become familiar with, when it comes to someone as mysterious as Your Hero and Mine, who stood between two pillars, a cold winters night with snow falling nonchalantly from the heavens, landing ever so gently around him. It was dark, but there was enough light that fixated on mister Mark Storm, who was loving the spotlight attention.
"Because if I didn't before, which I highly doubt, I should do now. Keep your eyes, on me." he finished his sentence, raising his fingers toward his eyes, pointing at them before pointing back at the camera, allowing his signature smirk to emerge on his lips.
"I said that I was going to win against Deacon Crane, and I did. It doesn't matter how it went down. That's irrelevant. The point is, I got the job done after saying I'd get it down.
But still, there were doubters.
People who didn't believe that I was going to progress to the final stage of this 'Out For Justice' Open Invitational. I just wanna say to the doubters, that you were wrong. Because here I stand, victorious in battle and awaiting my second dual here in Global Wrestling Division. A promotion, I've declared as my own. This, is my home.
A lot of people are asking whether I'm here for the long run. Just to clarify, I've signed a lucrative deal that will keep me contracted here for a very long time. So to answer your question, yes - I'm here for the long run, and as long as I'm here, this place is mine.
You best believe it. And in only a matter of days, I'll be heralded your first ever - American Justice Champion of the World. I want you to acknowledge that. I want you to let those words sink into your thick skulls. And I want you, to accept that fact. Because it's happening. And there isn't, nothing, no one - can do about it."
Clearing his throat, he took a moment to reflect. Reflect on the past year that had delivered so much success but at the same time, so much grief and misery. It had been a turbulent year, yet he smiled - perhaps thinking about how winning the American Justice title would be quite the way to top it all off. He licked his dry lips and clasped his hands together, turning his attention back on the camera.
"There's nothing Nameless can do about it.
There's nothing GTAV can do about it.
There's nothing Chris Crippler can do about it."
"But I'll tell you what they will do. They'll come out with their individual promo's, spout about shit that no one really cares about and quite frankly, no one really wants to hear. Because that's the type of professionals they are.
They're a bunch of talkers. But hey, I guess you can say that they're more than that because they've made it to this final stage. But they all do have one thing in common. They're all assholes." he cut to the chase, saying it plain and simple.
"I mean think about it. Nameless, someone who wasn't involved in the main event BUT decided that he wanted to get a piece of the action. You wanna know what else that tells me about him? It tells me that he's a man who picks his fights. A man, who'll roam around here and cause chaos as he pleases, irrationally without a sense of purpose.
Hell, maybe he was trying to scare me, or send a message. I just want him to know, that his 'scare' tactics, didn't work. I'm not scared of him. In fact, I can't wait to drive my knee through that thick skull of his - and then maybe, just maybe - some sense we'll get knocked into that brain. But there's no disputing the fact that this man is a monster. He's a damn cretin, a freakin' freak who's stature overpowers the rest of us in this match. But he ain't come across someone like me before.
Then there's the "All American Boy" Geoffrey Thomas Anderson, a man who don's the colors of our nation proudly and has an illustrious wrestling family. Someone who probably voted for Donald Trump and believes in his mantra of making 'America Great Again'. Someone who was fortunate enough to be born into the business, whilst me - I worked my ass off to get into this industry.
Someone who probably got everything he ever wanted, whilst I had to scratch, claw, and bite my way to the top of the food-chain. Someone who likes the sound of his voice, maybe a little bit too much - an arrogant tool, who admittedly, is one of the most talented members of the roster. But someone who's still learning. Someone who's only scraping the barrel whilst I've been at the top for as long as I can remember.
And then there's Chris Crippler." he paused, twiddling his thumb and biting onto his bottom lip.
"We meet again old friend. I'm starting to believe that you and I are supposed to do this. You and I are supposed to clash, we were made to be rivals and here we are, battling it out once again for a championship belt. I came to SKYFIRE Wrestling with the sole purpose of taking that championship belt away from you. I rose up the ranks, remained undefeated in singles competition and did exactly that.
I beat you.
I took that championship away from you and when you came knocking for a rematch, I beat you again. You see the pattern? You're probably thinking third time lucky. I don't believe in luck. Luck, is for losers. But I don't think you're a loser, Chris. You're someone I used to aspire to be. But the fact is, I'm better than you because I've proved it on more than one occasion and looks like I'm going to have to prove it again. People should put respect on his name, he had a lot of doubters to coming into opening night be he proved them wrong. But not this time."
Once again his paused, clearing his throat as he averted his attention away from the camera, allowing those watching to digest the speech he had just delivered.
"We all want our names to be etched into history. Because becoming the first of anything is a big deal, and trust me when I say this - this match, is a big deal. There's something different about this promotion, different than any other promotion I work for, or worked with in the past.
There's a sense of community among fans who are looking forward to 'Out For Justice II', there's a sense of pride among those who have signed their names onto contracts, committing themselves to this company. The only thing that's missing is a champion, but then the question is: what kind of champion do you want?
The monster? Who's irrational, ludicrous and in the grander scheme of things, isn't the ideal image to have for this promotion? The patriot? Who's narcissistic, overconfident despite only just emerging to the scene, hanging off the coattails of his predecessors? The experienced? Who's been in this game for perhaps as long as I've lived, who's seen it all and done it all - refusing to step down and pass the torch to the next generation? Or Your Hero? Who's not only committed himself to this promotion; but has promised to be the global ambassador, the shining light that guides this promotion to the tippy top of the wrestling industry, elevating that championship to be the most prestigious in the damn world! I think I know your answer. And you're damn right if you're thinking about the latter."
He paused, allowing a smile to escape onto his face.
"I do, because I can." stopping himself: "You don't, because you suck."
His signature catchphrase and a sinister smirk.
"From Your Hero, and Mine."
The scene cut to black.
