Welcome to the XHF Network (Storm RP #6/Rumble)
Apr 8, 2020 20:53:47 GMT -5
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Post by ForeverKuroi on Apr 8, 2020 20:53:47 GMT -5
The scene fades into view. Michael Storm is sitting down on a golden throne in what seems to be a medieval style building. He's shirtless, but is wearing a pair of black jeans. That's not to say that's the only thing he's wearing. Along with white fur lining the tops to his medieval style boots, he also has the arms of a white tiger, draped over his shoulders from the back. Whether the tiger fur is real or not is not able to be discerned from this distance. The lighting is intimately dark and the throne sits upon a red rug with a fire close by. Michael Storm is holding a goblet in his hand. He takes a sip, staring in front of the camera. As he removes the goblet, a little bit of a blood red liquid stains the corner of his mouth. He dutifully licks it clean with his tongue as he sits forward.
Storm: Welcome to the XHF Network. My name is Michael Storm, former X*Crown Champion and someone who has been around the block long enough to know how things work around here. Turns out the XHF Network has allotted certain funds for certain wrestlers to conduct promos. They probably care about portraying themselves in such a way where they'd spend a billion dollars just to glorify themselves and of course, they have the money to do it. Honestly, this is the only reason why I'd be in a setting like this. If Chris Card can do this every fucking promo, it's not such a huge deal if I do this once. Now my job is very important. I'm here to win a tournament and while my environment has normally been very practical, cutting my promos while I work out, I'm currently sore from the gym and recovering is also an important job as well. Nevertheless, I'm here. I've been focusing on specific wrestlers during this time frame, each promo targeting one. Are you curious to see who my victim would be this time? Take a look.
The camera pans to the side to show a group picture of the High Finance tag team consisting of Chris Card and Cross Recoba nestled upon an easel. The camera zooms in... and further... until it zooms in to cut Chris Card out of the picture. Instead, it focuses on his tag team partner.
Storm: Cross Recoba, I sure hope you're watching. It'd be awfully rude not to pay attention as I focus so much of my time all on you. I know you're a scatter-brained fellow, but igive it a try. Now you seem to be new to the XHF Network and it'd be rude of you to not have a guide. Of course, you could absolutely have all your information from Chris, but I thought you'd want to not drift in and out from his incessant and constant amount of self-promotion along the way. It'd be nice to not have to filter the truth from the shit-stained bias from this. So listen up, because I won't repeat myself.
Michael Storm reaches down, off camera, and pulls something into view. It's a simple blue ball. He throws it lightly into the air a few inches from his hand and catches it.
Storm: See this? It's nothing more than a simple ball, but it has a lot to teach you. Now at the risk of being cliche, keep your eyes on the ball. It sounds simple enough, but you aren't following along. You come out here and the first things you talk about is the XHF Phoenix Champion. Now are you trying to be the XHF Phoenix Champion? Do you think that's what the prize is? Because if you do, I'd like to clear some things up. This is the XHF Rumble and while the XHF has had plenty of championships in its day - the XHF United States Championship, the XHF European Championship, the Junior Heavyweight Championship, the Women's Championship, you'll find that neither of these prizes is the crown that you get to bestow as yours if you so happen to win the XHF Rumble.
With a slight grin, Michael Storm shakes his head.
Storm: No, you get something that transcends location, weight class or gender. The winner of the 2020 XHF Rumble gets a hold of the X*Crown Championship, representing championships from all over the world. American, European, Japanese, heavy and light, men and women - defunct promotions with these championships have been apart of this illustrious and chronicled collections of championships and so have the X*Crown champions. Musclebound freaks like Rage and thin women like Tara Fenix has held this championship.
Michael Storm reaches down, putting away the ball, and brings up another picture. It's actually a collage of all the different X*Crown Champions throughout XHF and XHF Network history.
Storm: Those heavy like Congo The Destroyer and more slim wrestlers like AJ Phoenix have held this belt. Foreigners like Bobby Barratt - and it's Barratt, not Barnett - and Zoran... They've both held this belt much like Americans such as James Mueller had the opportunity to hold this. People like Charlie Velez lived for this belt and then men... like me, Michael Storm, died for it. But you might possibly be asking me why I'm ranting on and on about this kind of belt when you could just go onto the XHFNetwork.com website? By the way, thanks Mongo for red taping this promotions budget with the cheap plug provision.
Storm shakes off that little side note he sent to the owner of the XHF Network.
Storm: The reason I mention this is because everyone who won the X*Crown Championship won it because that was the only thing that was on their mind. They're obsessed with it and nothing less than success will do. Before I won it, I was focusing like a mad man, with doctors screaming at me telling me not to do this. That's also why you'll find that Rat Bastard refuses to shut the fuck up and even stooped so low for promo material that he even sought the help of Dylan Bliper's dad, Jeffrey Viper. We've had tower matches, greenhouse matches. Blood, sweat and tears have all been shed for this belt and then there's you... going off about the PHOENIX CHAMPIONSHIP!?
Michael Storm screams those last two words, balling his hand into a fist. He SLAMS it down onto the arm of the chair.
Storm: To fucking utter the XHF Phoenix Championship in the same sitting as you even consider the X*Crown Championship is a disgusting atrocity that deserves nothing less than pain! They are both championships much like a gentle breeze and a hurricane are both gusts of wind! There isn't much slack I can give you for something like this even despite the fact that you're new here and too fucking stupid to know the difference between right and wrong!
Michael Storm stares forward. His eyes are nearly bloodshot. He takes a moment to try to calm down and catch his breath.
Storm: But again, that's why I'm here. You don't know how to act. I'm here to show you. Like I've alluded several times within the last few moment, the XHF Network has its moments of being bloodthirsty. This isn't a paradise where you can just be lackadaisical when finding out what you desire. No. You have to reach and claw. You'd have to be ready to rip someone's throat by reaching down their mouth. You have to be ready to kill and if you're fucking lucky, maybe... just maybe, you'll walk out with what you want. So when you walk in and become upset because someone didn't accept your challenge, don't be surprised. Not only were you worthy of this belt, you weren't even worthy of the chance to compete for it.
Michael Storm shakes his head.
Storm: No, you had to wait until an open fucking invitation was laid out at your feet. Kid, you better hope that when you pull your piece of paper telling you when you enter the ring, you get a high number... because anything less will be your end. I can already tell you're the weaker half of High Finance. You're a smug prick just like Card, except your trash talk against Caffrey is much less developed. You seem much like a sequel of Card. Same general idea, but much less well executed. I mean...
Michael Storm readjusts himself so he's leaning toward the camera.
Storm: You seem to get a lot of minor things wrong which show that you really don't care to truly appreciate the X*Crown Championship or the XHF Network at all. You think the AWF has a tag team championship, they don't. That's the XHF. You thought I was only gone from the XHF for a couple of months. I've been gone for almost a year. You act like the only component or soon to be component of the X*Crown Championship is your HCW Diamond Championship, which isn't even close to anyone in the realm of truth. Go get your numbers right, okay? There are over twenty belts within the XHF X*Crown Championship - twenty one to be exact. You aren't the only one in the XHF Network and the HCW isn't the only X*Crown Championship hopeful. Get your head out of your ass and realize life doesn't revolve around you.
Michael Storm takes a long second to roll his eyes, showing exactly what his disdain for Cross is like.
Storm: But evidently you hang around people just as delusional as you. You're teamed with Chris Card, for example. He's someone who has an artificially high self value and then you hang around people who tell you they love seeing you on Ascension? Geez, how many AWF recorded shows have you been on? TWO!? I don't keep such a super close eye on you, but for fuck's sake, you just popped up. Maybe this is your "A-ha!" moment. Maybe you've really been on three! This is your moment to shine. Being like Card, I'm sure you'd love your moment to really stick it to me, huh? You eat up every ounce of that, Mr. Bradshaw and Ziko's Signing of the Decade.
Michael Storm pauses, shaking his head in the slightest way possible.
Storm: But you do have another match coming up. Again, your eye off the ball. Have fun against the vampire. You focus on that, or the constant thoughts of what I have to say and I'll focus on the prize that really matters. The X*Crown Championship. But before I do since I am apparently in the business of giving a nickel's worth of free advice, I'll give you some words of wisdom you might want to know by answering your questions.
Michael Storm clears his throat.
Storm: Seth Dillinger rent free in my mind. How do I feel? I could answer that question verbally, but I'd rather explain in the ring. It's not fun, I'll tell you that. But I should warn you, I'm quite expressive when I express myself in the ring. When I did so against your buddy, Card, I broke his arm. When I did so against Seth, I have made him work for that belt with every ounce of his body. With you trying to provoke me, you'l find out soon enough just how I feel. I choose to return showing everyone just how I feel and I find that this is my biggest weapon. I have a piece of me in my body, my soul that everyone else doesn't have. It's called hell. It's called fury and try to downplay me as much as you want, but know what that means for you. I've been downplayed before and others have paid the price quite dearly.
At this point, Storm's teeth are nearly baring. The points of his incisors are even shown.
Storm: But to say I've completed nothing against Seth Dillinger is a bold face lie. I've shown him just how I felt. You may not have noticed because you a lot of what I say is done within the ring and thus, you may not be able to understand it. ...or perhaps it may be because you perhaps haven't seen the match and saw the results on Wikipedia. With your level of delusion, it could honestly be either. Now, I lost the match in that I walked out without the belt, but I've won in that I've shown him a new branch of philosophy. I've taught him a new outlook of life. I've exposed him to what can't be read in a book, but experienced in mere life. Notice the change in composure? It's not just Dennis leaving him and being turned by Nazi Germany - or as we better know them, Legion.
Michael Storm solemnly nods.
Storm: He's changed. And you're right. I didn't win the one XHF Rumble I have entered since the XHF Network's resurrection, but we're talking about a nearly seven hour competition in which I came in at NUMBER FUCKING TWO. YOU STUPID FUCKING SON OF A BITCH. IF I ENTERED IN AT NUMBER FIFTY OUT OF SEVENTY FIVE, I WOULD HAVE WON. IF I ENTERED AT NUMBER FUCKING TWELVE, I COULD HAVE STOOD A FUCKING CHANCE. AND HOW DID I LOSE? BECAUSE I LOST SOUGHT OF MY OWN POWER AND ELIMINATED MYSELF, JUST LIKE YOU SAID. BUT BEING THE DUMB ASS YOU ARE, YOU STILL TRY TO USE THAT AGAINST ME! MAYBE WHEN I SEE YOU, I'LL FUCKING USE THAT EXCESS ENERGY I HAVE COURSING THROUGH MY BODY AND SHATTER YOUR CHANCES WITHOUT A SECOND FUCKING THOUGHT, YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH!
Michael Storm nearly has flames in his eyes. His body is red hot and he forces himself to calm down. At least, he tries, but his body is shaking and his breath shakes from within his mouth.
Storm: Now I have to give credit where credit is due, and I'm not too proud to admit to others when they deserve their props. You are indeed right about one thing, Cross. We will see how things will happen when we finally meet in the XHF ring. I'm looking forward to this. Oh, you can bet your ass on this. If you've succeeded at one thing since you've joined the XHF Network and believe me, this may have been the only thing you've succeeded at thus far, it's that you've pissed me off and believe me - pissing me off is NOT a good idea. Pissing me is a very BAD idea. That is, if you care about your career in the XHF Network. If you care about professional wrestling. If you value your win/loss record or better yet, your fucking health.
Michael Storm stares forward. Like a fucking heart attack.
Storm: You're used to the prim and proper. You're used to the things in life that money can buy. I know what they're like. I've been just as rich as you before. Probably much richer. Money can buy a lot. I know all about high society but I'll teach you what money can't buy you. Money can't buy you success in the XHF network, where we only care about how you perform in the ring. Money can't buy you the X*Crown Championship, and money can't stop me from beating you TO AN INCH OF YOUR WORTHLESS LIFE BEFORE I TOSS YOU OVER THE TOP ROPE!
Michael Storm finally rises up from the throne before walking over to the camera.
Storm: This is a fucking battleground. The XHF Rumble is a war where all but one gets consumed. Welcome to the XHF Network. Enjoy your stay.
With that, Michael Storm walks past the camera, leaving the camera staring forward to the empty throne. The camera remains with this vision in sight for a long few seconds before the harrowing silence takes over and the scene fades to black.
Storm: Welcome to the XHF Network. My name is Michael Storm, former X*Crown Champion and someone who has been around the block long enough to know how things work around here. Turns out the XHF Network has allotted certain funds for certain wrestlers to conduct promos. They probably care about portraying themselves in such a way where they'd spend a billion dollars just to glorify themselves and of course, they have the money to do it. Honestly, this is the only reason why I'd be in a setting like this. If Chris Card can do this every fucking promo, it's not such a huge deal if I do this once. Now my job is very important. I'm here to win a tournament and while my environment has normally been very practical, cutting my promos while I work out, I'm currently sore from the gym and recovering is also an important job as well. Nevertheless, I'm here. I've been focusing on specific wrestlers during this time frame, each promo targeting one. Are you curious to see who my victim would be this time? Take a look.
The camera pans to the side to show a group picture of the High Finance tag team consisting of Chris Card and Cross Recoba nestled upon an easel. The camera zooms in... and further... until it zooms in to cut Chris Card out of the picture. Instead, it focuses on his tag team partner.
Storm: Cross Recoba, I sure hope you're watching. It'd be awfully rude not to pay attention as I focus so much of my time all on you. I know you're a scatter-brained fellow, but igive it a try. Now you seem to be new to the XHF Network and it'd be rude of you to not have a guide. Of course, you could absolutely have all your information from Chris, but I thought you'd want to not drift in and out from his incessant and constant amount of self-promotion along the way. It'd be nice to not have to filter the truth from the shit-stained bias from this. So listen up, because I won't repeat myself.
Michael Storm reaches down, off camera, and pulls something into view. It's a simple blue ball. He throws it lightly into the air a few inches from his hand and catches it.
Storm: See this? It's nothing more than a simple ball, but it has a lot to teach you. Now at the risk of being cliche, keep your eyes on the ball. It sounds simple enough, but you aren't following along. You come out here and the first things you talk about is the XHF Phoenix Champion. Now are you trying to be the XHF Phoenix Champion? Do you think that's what the prize is? Because if you do, I'd like to clear some things up. This is the XHF Rumble and while the XHF has had plenty of championships in its day - the XHF United States Championship, the XHF European Championship, the Junior Heavyweight Championship, the Women's Championship, you'll find that neither of these prizes is the crown that you get to bestow as yours if you so happen to win the XHF Rumble.
With a slight grin, Michael Storm shakes his head.
Storm: No, you get something that transcends location, weight class or gender. The winner of the 2020 XHF Rumble gets a hold of the X*Crown Championship, representing championships from all over the world. American, European, Japanese, heavy and light, men and women - defunct promotions with these championships have been apart of this illustrious and chronicled collections of championships and so have the X*Crown champions. Musclebound freaks like Rage and thin women like Tara Fenix has held this championship.
Michael Storm reaches down, putting away the ball, and brings up another picture. It's actually a collage of all the different X*Crown Champions throughout XHF and XHF Network history.
Storm: Those heavy like Congo The Destroyer and more slim wrestlers like AJ Phoenix have held this belt. Foreigners like Bobby Barratt - and it's Barratt, not Barnett - and Zoran... They've both held this belt much like Americans such as James Mueller had the opportunity to hold this. People like Charlie Velez lived for this belt and then men... like me, Michael Storm, died for it. But you might possibly be asking me why I'm ranting on and on about this kind of belt when you could just go onto the XHFNetwork.com website? By the way, thanks Mongo for red taping this promotions budget with the cheap plug provision.
Storm shakes off that little side note he sent to the owner of the XHF Network.
Storm: The reason I mention this is because everyone who won the X*Crown Championship won it because that was the only thing that was on their mind. They're obsessed with it and nothing less than success will do. Before I won it, I was focusing like a mad man, with doctors screaming at me telling me not to do this. That's also why you'll find that Rat Bastard refuses to shut the fuck up and even stooped so low for promo material that he even sought the help of Dylan Bliper's dad, Jeffrey Viper. We've had tower matches, greenhouse matches. Blood, sweat and tears have all been shed for this belt and then there's you... going off about the PHOENIX CHAMPIONSHIP!?
Michael Storm screams those last two words, balling his hand into a fist. He SLAMS it down onto the arm of the chair.
Storm: To fucking utter the XHF Phoenix Championship in the same sitting as you even consider the X*Crown Championship is a disgusting atrocity that deserves nothing less than pain! They are both championships much like a gentle breeze and a hurricane are both gusts of wind! There isn't much slack I can give you for something like this even despite the fact that you're new here and too fucking stupid to know the difference between right and wrong!
Michael Storm stares forward. His eyes are nearly bloodshot. He takes a moment to try to calm down and catch his breath.
Storm: But again, that's why I'm here. You don't know how to act. I'm here to show you. Like I've alluded several times within the last few moment, the XHF Network has its moments of being bloodthirsty. This isn't a paradise where you can just be lackadaisical when finding out what you desire. No. You have to reach and claw. You'd have to be ready to rip someone's throat by reaching down their mouth. You have to be ready to kill and if you're fucking lucky, maybe... just maybe, you'll walk out with what you want. So when you walk in and become upset because someone didn't accept your challenge, don't be surprised. Not only were you worthy of this belt, you weren't even worthy of the chance to compete for it.
Michael Storm shakes his head.
Storm: No, you had to wait until an open fucking invitation was laid out at your feet. Kid, you better hope that when you pull your piece of paper telling you when you enter the ring, you get a high number... because anything less will be your end. I can already tell you're the weaker half of High Finance. You're a smug prick just like Card, except your trash talk against Caffrey is much less developed. You seem much like a sequel of Card. Same general idea, but much less well executed. I mean...
Michael Storm readjusts himself so he's leaning toward the camera.
Storm: You seem to get a lot of minor things wrong which show that you really don't care to truly appreciate the X*Crown Championship or the XHF Network at all. You think the AWF has a tag team championship, they don't. That's the XHF. You thought I was only gone from the XHF for a couple of months. I've been gone for almost a year. You act like the only component or soon to be component of the X*Crown Championship is your HCW Diamond Championship, which isn't even close to anyone in the realm of truth. Go get your numbers right, okay? There are over twenty belts within the XHF X*Crown Championship - twenty one to be exact. You aren't the only one in the XHF Network and the HCW isn't the only X*Crown Championship hopeful. Get your head out of your ass and realize life doesn't revolve around you.
Michael Storm takes a long second to roll his eyes, showing exactly what his disdain for Cross is like.
Storm: But evidently you hang around people just as delusional as you. You're teamed with Chris Card, for example. He's someone who has an artificially high self value and then you hang around people who tell you they love seeing you on Ascension? Geez, how many AWF recorded shows have you been on? TWO!? I don't keep such a super close eye on you, but for fuck's sake, you just popped up. Maybe this is your "A-ha!" moment. Maybe you've really been on three! This is your moment to shine. Being like Card, I'm sure you'd love your moment to really stick it to me, huh? You eat up every ounce of that, Mr. Bradshaw and Ziko's Signing of the Decade.
Michael Storm pauses, shaking his head in the slightest way possible.
Storm: But you do have another match coming up. Again, your eye off the ball. Have fun against the vampire. You focus on that, or the constant thoughts of what I have to say and I'll focus on the prize that really matters. The X*Crown Championship. But before I do since I am apparently in the business of giving a nickel's worth of free advice, I'll give you some words of wisdom you might want to know by answering your questions.
Michael Storm clears his throat.
Storm: Seth Dillinger rent free in my mind. How do I feel? I could answer that question verbally, but I'd rather explain in the ring. It's not fun, I'll tell you that. But I should warn you, I'm quite expressive when I express myself in the ring. When I did so against your buddy, Card, I broke his arm. When I did so against Seth, I have made him work for that belt with every ounce of his body. With you trying to provoke me, you'l find out soon enough just how I feel. I choose to return showing everyone just how I feel and I find that this is my biggest weapon. I have a piece of me in my body, my soul that everyone else doesn't have. It's called hell. It's called fury and try to downplay me as much as you want, but know what that means for you. I've been downplayed before and others have paid the price quite dearly.
At this point, Storm's teeth are nearly baring. The points of his incisors are even shown.
Storm: But to say I've completed nothing against Seth Dillinger is a bold face lie. I've shown him just how I felt. You may not have noticed because you a lot of what I say is done within the ring and thus, you may not be able to understand it. ...or perhaps it may be because you perhaps haven't seen the match and saw the results on Wikipedia. With your level of delusion, it could honestly be either. Now, I lost the match in that I walked out without the belt, but I've won in that I've shown him a new branch of philosophy. I've taught him a new outlook of life. I've exposed him to what can't be read in a book, but experienced in mere life. Notice the change in composure? It's not just Dennis leaving him and being turned by Nazi Germany - or as we better know them, Legion.
Michael Storm solemnly nods.
Storm: He's changed. And you're right. I didn't win the one XHF Rumble I have entered since the XHF Network's resurrection, but we're talking about a nearly seven hour competition in which I came in at NUMBER FUCKING TWO. YOU STUPID FUCKING SON OF A BITCH. IF I ENTERED IN AT NUMBER FIFTY OUT OF SEVENTY FIVE, I WOULD HAVE WON. IF I ENTERED AT NUMBER FUCKING TWELVE, I COULD HAVE STOOD A FUCKING CHANCE. AND HOW DID I LOSE? BECAUSE I LOST SOUGHT OF MY OWN POWER AND ELIMINATED MYSELF, JUST LIKE YOU SAID. BUT BEING THE DUMB ASS YOU ARE, YOU STILL TRY TO USE THAT AGAINST ME! MAYBE WHEN I SEE YOU, I'LL FUCKING USE THAT EXCESS ENERGY I HAVE COURSING THROUGH MY BODY AND SHATTER YOUR CHANCES WITHOUT A SECOND FUCKING THOUGHT, YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH!
Michael Storm nearly has flames in his eyes. His body is red hot and he forces himself to calm down. At least, he tries, but his body is shaking and his breath shakes from within his mouth.
Storm: Now I have to give credit where credit is due, and I'm not too proud to admit to others when they deserve their props. You are indeed right about one thing, Cross. We will see how things will happen when we finally meet in the XHF ring. I'm looking forward to this. Oh, you can bet your ass on this. If you've succeeded at one thing since you've joined the XHF Network and believe me, this may have been the only thing you've succeeded at thus far, it's that you've pissed me off and believe me - pissing me off is NOT a good idea. Pissing me is a very BAD idea. That is, if you care about your career in the XHF Network. If you care about professional wrestling. If you value your win/loss record or better yet, your fucking health.
Michael Storm stares forward. Like a fucking heart attack.
Storm: You're used to the prim and proper. You're used to the things in life that money can buy. I know what they're like. I've been just as rich as you before. Probably much richer. Money can buy a lot. I know all about high society but I'll teach you what money can't buy you. Money can't buy you success in the XHF network, where we only care about how you perform in the ring. Money can't buy you the X*Crown Championship, and money can't stop me from beating you TO AN INCH OF YOUR WORTHLESS LIFE BEFORE I TOSS YOU OVER THE TOP ROPE!
Michael Storm finally rises up from the throne before walking over to the camera.
Storm: This is a fucking battleground. The XHF Rumble is a war where all but one gets consumed. Welcome to the XHF Network. Enjoy your stay.
With that, Michael Storm walks past the camera, leaving the camera staring forward to the empty throne. The camera remains with this vision in sight for a long few seconds before the harrowing silence takes over and the scene fades to black.
