[02] Retribution // vs. Aries Reed
Mar 3, 2016 18:57:36 GMT -5
Post by STORM on Mar 3, 2016 18:57:36 GMT -5
Title: Retribution
Part One: Relapse
Location: New York, Brooklyn
Date: 02/03/2016
Characters: Mark Storm, Owen Daniels
Who would have ever imagined, Mark Storm and his brother Owen Daniels inside the same room. It wasn't so long ago when the two hadn't talked to one another in over fifteen years, a fierce rivalry separating the two; a rivalry that saw the two collide inside the four sided ring over in Extreme Wrestling Corporation where they collided for Storm's World Heavyweight Championship. A match that Mark Storm was victorious in, retaining his title and the feud between the two brothers growing more fierce, hatred between the two becoming more evident as they spewed their venom towards each other in the months that followed.
Reconciliation seemed out of question. But it happened, the two had now moved on from their dark past and now look forward to a bright future, catching up with lost time.
You shouldn't be doing that.
Owen stated, disgusted by the cigarette clenched between the fingers of his brother.
It's become a filthy habit of mine.
Mark defended himself, time's of stress becoming a factor to the habit that has resurfaced.
With his girlfriend leaving him with their unborn child, a series of matches going against the self proclaimed reckoning of professional wrestling, including a notorious loss to current Undisputed EWC Champion, Xplode. Storm had relapsed to his old habits, a cigarette clenched between his fingers with a cloud of smoke lingering in the air as he sat comfortably on a bench situated by a small abandoned park. His brother looking at him with his hands tucked into his pockets, his mind plagued with questions as to why Mark had gotten this bad.
You're a fighter, Mark.
His younger brother reminded him, taking a few steps closer to him.
The night was young, the air was still and silent; and there was no one around except from the two brothers. The moonlight was the only reliable light source as the lamppost light was inconsistent, flickering on and off from time to time.
This isn't you.
He extended his hand, taking the cigarette from Mark Storm before throwing it to the ground, extinguishing it with the soles of his converses. Mark looked down at the cigarette, ashamed by what he has become, he buried his head in his hands - shaking his head in disappointment.
I know.
He scoffed.
It's just uh - so damn, hard, y'know?
Looking up at his younger brother, who shadowed over him.
You need to pick yourself back up. Get yourself back inside that gym, and stop crying about your problems and just, deal with it. This shit ain't easy and I can't imagine what you're going through right now. But the bad times are here to pass, and this rough patch that you're going through, it will pass, believe me.
His brother spoke with so much wisdom, placing his hand on Mark's shoulder who looked up at Owen and smiled. Knowing that he was right, that these times of hardships, they'd eventually disintegrate. The time for weeping and sulking was over and now, it was time to get back to work.
Part Two: Me, Myself, and Rick
Location: New York, Brooklyn (Gymnasium)
Date: 03/03/2016
Characters: Mark Storm, Rick the Ruler
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.
He gulped the remains from the bottle before throwing it aside, gasping for air as he placed his hands on his hips, wiping the sweat that slivered down his forehead with his forearm. He had been in the gym for quite some time now in preparation for his upcoming match against Aries Reed on Vertigo, with his brother Owen Daniels helping him out, who patted him on the shoulder as he walked passed impressed with the intensity that his brother managed to maintain. Daniels left the room in a hurry, estimating that he would be back in and hours time, which would leave Mark for some time on his own, to reflect on the year he has had so far and what he needs to improve on.
Pressing his bottom against the ring apron, he exhaled heavily, calming down his breathing whilst the noises inside his head began to relapse. He was back again.
Mediocre.
Rick the Ruler said, his voice echoing through the mind of Mark who couldn't ignore it, instead he acknowledged and bowed his head in disappointment. He knew it was true, Mark had been nothing but mediocre since the start of the new year and he needed to get back on track, back to consistent winning ways that he found normal last year.
You've been nothing less, and nothing more.
His
But now, it's time for your turning point. It's time for you to turn it up a gear. And it all starts at Vertigo when you face The Silver Tongued Devil who goes by the name of Aries Reed.
Rick laughed.
That bastard think's he's so good but he's just like everyone else. And he walks around the place like he owns it, even though he's lost most of his matches here. He's nothing but a loser and you'll expose that on Saturday night, I'm sure of it. Aries Reed will be exposed for what he is and that's simply, a loser. If he's the devil then you must be his father. He think that he's going to be the toughest test that you'll have? Puh-lease. You've faced some of the biggest names in wrestling and Aries Reed is just some guy who spent some time at EXODUS Pro, made a name for himself, came here and despite making a name for himself so quickly, his name will also vanish as quick as he made it relevant.
Mark hadn't taken his medication in over twelve weeks now, the voices engulfed in his mind becoming an every day occurrence.
Mark Storm is the toughest challenge that Aries Reed will ever have to face. That's a fact.
And Aries Reed, won't know what's hit him.
Part Three: THE SHOOT
Location: New York, Brooklym
Date: 03/03/2016
Aries Reed should be scared.
The recognizable voice of Mark Storm reverberates through the room as the cameras fade into the scene; standing alongside his brother Owen Daniels is the current WARPED Junior Heavyweight Champion, Mark Storm; who has his championship draped on his shoulder, his hair slicked back with sweat slivering down his forehead due to the recent work out that he had endured. Located in a gymnasium, something you never really had to deduce due to the numerous gym equipment scattered around the room as the cameras panned from side to side, to capture a better shot of what Storm had been getting up to. Storm was situated inside a four sided ring, his arms leaning against the ropes; his eyes vacant from any emotion - something that has become accustomed to the mysterious Mark Storm.
In two days time myself and Aries Reed will face each other inside the four sided ring on Vertigo in Boston Massachusetts in the Agganis Arena. In two days time the Frontier Grappling Arts fans will get to see the monster that is Mark Storm, the reckoning of professional wrestling, the most feared man inside the four sided ring. They saw glimpses of what's to come almost a month ago, when Mark Storm took on Molly Reid in a well fought contest, unfortunately I wasn't the victor but just like all great athletes, you have to lose. Losing is something that all great athletes have to experience, something they have to go through so they can learn to hate it, and their hate for losing, will drive them to victory, drive them to success and my loss against Molly Reid has done exactly that. She deserved to win, I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that I was the better man and should have won, because that would just be ridiculous. We both gave it our all but she managed to prevail. But that's the past and I don't like to dwell on the past, I like to think about the future, I like to talk about the present and right now, what's on my mind is my match against Reed.
He exhales, taking a moment to contemplate what he's going to say next before continuing.
I've heard all of the ludicrous things Reed has had to say over the last few days. He's been trying to say that he's faster than me, stronger than me, deadlier than me - he even tried to say that he's better than me.
A smile plasters on his face as he lowers his head, trying to hide his amusement from the comments Reed made.
Aries Reed, I do admit that you have talent, and that you are a great fighter in the ring, you posses a lot of skills that many fighters can only dream of having. You've said it yourself, you're one of the most talked about wrestlers in this promotion due to your controversial behavior, and your excessive need to be the center of attention. I applaud you for that.. but there's one thing that you're not Reed, and that's better than me.
He pauses, his amusement vanishing and once again he became vacant, his eyes fixates on the camera as he continues:
The pundits, the critics, they'll all have their opinions, I know that half of the roster are already predicting you to have the win over me but that's fine. That's totally fine because when I beat you, giving you a fuckin' concussion when I send you into a Dystopian universe after I drive my knee through your skull, it'll make the victory even sweeter. But I just want you to know Reed, I don't hate you. I don't hate you at all. I hate the fact that you think that you're better than me, I hate the fact that people believe that you're better than me.
Because you're not.
Since two thousand and fifteen I've been one of the top fighters in the damn world, and that's evident due to my accomplishments, due to my wins, due to my record. I've been on the rise for quite some time now and at the moment I'm going through a little bit of a rough patch. But even through my rough patch I still manage to attain titles.
Holding up his shiny WARPED Junior Heavyweight Championship before draping it back on his shoulder.
Even at my worst I still manage to be one of the best, and that's a fact.
And the fact that you tried to call me some sort of hero, that amuses me because if you really did any research on me then you'd know that I'm far from the hero. I'm not the guy that everybody roots for because people either love me or hate me. I'm not the guy that's face is representing a promotion, I'm not the guy who will coincide with the establishment and take down the bad guys, I play by my own rules, and I'll admit - I'm a pretty selfish guy but that's only because I wanna be the best. I wanna be regarded as one of the greatest to ever do this shit and if I wanna do that, then I've got to look out for me, myself and I! I like to entertain the people as much as the next guy but what I really wanna do, is add titles to the accolades, add accomplishments to the resume and cross out victims from the hitlist.. oh, and by the way Reed.
Mark turns around and is handed a piece of paper from his brother, who grins as he crosses his arm, watching his brother Mark read what's on the piece of paper before tossing it over the top rope and fixating his eyes on the camera again.
You happen to be on my hit list and on Saturday night I'm crossin' you out. I'll make you my puppet, I'll beat you down harder than you've ever been beaten before. And I promise you Reed, I will drive my knee through your skull. And then once I'm done with you Reed my attention will return to climbing up the ranks here in Frontier Grappling Arts.
I work my ass off day in and day out, week in and week out, competing all over the world to try and hone new skills, and develop my craft. I'm attempting to become a global commodity. But I acknowledge that it's going to be hard work, but I'm used to hard work, working hard is something I've had to do my whole life. I started from the bottom of the food chain competing in crappy independent promotions, backyard shows and now I'm competing in some of the best promotions on the planet. I'm on the rise and I won't stop rising until I reach legendary status. Frontier Grappling Arts is about to get hit with a storm. Aries Reed is about to get hit with my knee in his skull. And the rest of the grapplers in the roster are about to witness the beginning of the rise.
The scene then cut to black.
