Want To Quit. Can't Quit. (A Storm [Showcase] RP)
Jun 5, 2017 9:43:53 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001), and 1 more like this
Post by ForeverKuroi on Jun 5, 2017 9:43:53 GMT -5
Fade in. It's the internet. Specifically, the NYSE (New York Stock Exchange) website. It's the end of the day, and the markets have closed until the morning. The XHF Network (NYSE Code: XHF) has gone up 4.25% since the last showcase. The camera switches to the person using the computer - Michael Storm. (Seriously, you couldn't tell this from the black hand using the mouse to the computer? As if the XHF is a source of a racially diverse working environment.) Next to Michael Storm is his personal assistant, Michael Clarke Duncan.
: "What are you doing on here, Storm? What kind of porn is this? Some kind of letter-porn? I don't get it."
: "What? Letter-porn? Porn? What? Come on now, Ducan. You know that the internet has more than just porn, right? Like, stuff goes on more than just bare naked ladies. And I'm not talking about the band. I was looking at the stock exchange. I was taking a look to see how my match went over. And the XHF did very well. Thanks in no small part to the match that I had with Shay McKay."
: "And you did damn good, Storm! I knew you could do it!"
MCD pats Michael Storm on the back. Storm cringes in pain.
: "Duncan, can't you just give me a thumbs or something? I spent years and years doing near nothing, and you've killed me getting into this match and I barely walked out of that match a winner. And you think I can suddenly take all of this crap?"
: "But you did it. You won. You're remembering your victories, who you used to be, and who you'll be again."
Storm presses the button on the computer monitor, turning it off. He turns to MCD.
: "Mike, I'm done with this. I've done what I've came here to do. I've made thousands of dollars from this, and I've got my cameo. I've won my match. I've showed people that I can still rustle and tussle with the best of them. It's happened. It's over with. Now it's time to be done with it. It's time to get back to work. At my job. My real job. As an investor."
: "You can't! You can't forget about how it makes you feel. How it feels to dominate. To take charge. To be the champion you always know you would be!"
: "You're not still talking about your online porn, are you?"
Michael Clarke Duncan pauses, just aware of how ambiguous his words were.
: "It felt nice, yeah. I'm not going to deny that, but the problem here is that I'm not a wrestler. Not anymore. I was here for a one-shot deal. I was here to let the world know that I didn't just roll over and die. I did this because it's an investment opportunity. It made me money. But like any other fields in the marketing world, there are trends. I shocked the world when I told people that The Prince of Pain was coming back to wrestling. People were surprised. People wanted to see it happen so they paid money. To watch it on television. To watch it live, in person. But I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to stop when I'm on the downward trend. I buy low then sell high. I can't stop when I'm just the everyday guy."
: "But Storm. No one's going to forget about you."
: "You shouldn't say that. You can't. Because it's not true. When I was first in the XHF, people expected one thing from me: To do my job. People didn't marvel when they saw me. Not like I was some hot commodity. They knew me as a Hardcore Icon. They knew me as someone who knew how to work the ropes and wrestle in the ring, but I wasn't some sort of marvel to see when I was walking around. None of the other guys revered me like they do now. Why? The shock is gone. If you don't believe me, look at Mayweather. The ratings during his fight with Pacquiao. People don't care. People expected him to win. It was just another fight to him. Later on, he announced his retirement. That's when people wanted him. That's when people started caring about him for when he did show up. Now he's set to fight Connor McGregor. Think about the ratings. Think about the fame. The money. It makes sense."
Storm looks down at the ground.
: "This isn't for me. Not anymore. I'm not going to give into my urges to lose money. To lose my body and tear it apart in the ring. It doesn't make any sense. I'll be throwing away myself for no benefit. It'll help no one."
Storm gets up from his chair and begins to walk away. That's when the computer makes a sound effect, signaling an e-mail. He gets back to the chair and illuminates the monitor. He gets an e-mail from GXW. Storm reads it aloud.
: "'At The Second XHF Showcase Event There Will Be A Triple Threat Match Between "The Prince of Pain" Michael Storm, "the God of Xtreme" Spike Kane And "Felix el Gato" Felix Venta.' You've got to be kidding me."
: "Nice! You got yourself a match! You can't disappoint the fans!"
: "I can and I will. I'm not going to let people decide my fate like this. I gave people a snack, and they took the kitchen. I gave people an inch, and they're taking a mile. I'm not going to let myself be taken for a fool."
: "Fuck that, Storm. The only way to be taken as a fool is to do the foolish thing and coward out. You're telling me that you're going to coward down to Felix Venta?"
: "I don't know who that is."
: "He's good. Real good. He's like the best wrestler in the Spanish-speaking world."
: "I think you're making that up."
Michael Clarke Duncan begins to smile, then laugh. ...Then he shakes his head.
: "Me? No... I, uh... Oh come on. Do you really care?"
Michael Storm stands up and aggressively approaches Duncan.
: "Oh, come on, Duncan. Of course I care! I'm not going to waste my time on Felix Venta and..."
Then it hit Storm.
: "You said Spike Kane, right?"
Duncan nods.
: "...Why does that name sound familiar?"
: "He used to be the XHF Champion."
: "This is something. Now when you say XHF Champion, you're not talking about a champion within the XHF. We're talking about the actual Heavyweight Championship, right?"
: "Heavyweight championship. He was the XHF Heavyweight Champion... twice."
: "I see... Well that certainly changes things. Fine. I'm back. And I'll get back to training, but just of Spike. If I can gain a bit of money by coming back to the wrestling scene then I'll gain a lot of money by beating a former multi-time world champion. The Prince of Pain will make him bow."
Fade out.
: "What are you doing on here, Storm? What kind of porn is this? Some kind of letter-porn? I don't get it.": "What? Letter-porn? Porn? What? Come on now, Ducan. You know that the internet has more than just porn, right? Like, stuff goes on more than just bare naked ladies. And I'm not talking about the band. I was looking at the stock exchange. I was taking a look to see how my match went over. And the XHF did very well. Thanks in no small part to the match that I had with Shay McKay.": "And you did damn good, Storm! I knew you could do it!"MCD pats Michael Storm on the back. Storm cringes in pain.
: "Duncan, can't you just give me a thumbs or something? I spent years and years doing near nothing, and you've killed me getting into this match and I barely walked out of that match a winner. And you think I can suddenly take all of this crap?": "But you did it. You won. You're remembering your victories, who you used to be, and who you'll be again."Storm presses the button on the computer monitor, turning it off. He turns to MCD.
: "Mike, I'm done with this. I've done what I've came here to do. I've made thousands of dollars from this, and I've got my cameo. I've won my match. I've showed people that I can still rustle and tussle with the best of them. It's happened. It's over with. Now it's time to be done with it. It's time to get back to work. At my job. My real job. As an investor.": "You can't! You can't forget about how it makes you feel. How it feels to dominate. To take charge. To be the champion you always know you would be!": "You're not still talking about your online porn, are you?"Michael Clarke Duncan pauses, just aware of how ambiguous his words were.
: "It felt nice, yeah. I'm not going to deny that, but the problem here is that I'm not a wrestler. Not anymore. I was here for a one-shot deal. I was here to let the world know that I didn't just roll over and die. I did this because it's an investment opportunity. It made me money. But like any other fields in the marketing world, there are trends. I shocked the world when I told people that The Prince of Pain was coming back to wrestling. People were surprised. People wanted to see it happen so they paid money. To watch it on television. To watch it live, in person. But I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to stop when I'm on the downward trend. I buy low then sell high. I can't stop when I'm just the everyday guy.": "But Storm. No one's going to forget about you.": "You shouldn't say that. You can't. Because it's not true. When I was first in the XHF, people expected one thing from me: To do my job. People didn't marvel when they saw me. Not like I was some hot commodity. They knew me as a Hardcore Icon. They knew me as someone who knew how to work the ropes and wrestle in the ring, but I wasn't some sort of marvel to see when I was walking around. None of the other guys revered me like they do now. Why? The shock is gone. If you don't believe me, look at Mayweather. The ratings during his fight with Pacquiao. People don't care. People expected him to win. It was just another fight to him. Later on, he announced his retirement. That's when people wanted him. That's when people started caring about him for when he did show up. Now he's set to fight Connor McGregor. Think about the ratings. Think about the fame. The money. It makes sense."Storm looks down at the ground.
: "This isn't for me. Not anymore. I'm not going to give into my urges to lose money. To lose my body and tear it apart in the ring. It doesn't make any sense. I'll be throwing away myself for no benefit. It'll help no one."Storm gets up from his chair and begins to walk away. That's when the computer makes a sound effect, signaling an e-mail. He gets back to the chair and illuminates the monitor. He gets an e-mail from GXW. Storm reads it aloud.
: "'At The Second XHF Showcase Event There Will Be A Triple Threat Match Between "The Prince of Pain" Michael Storm, "the God of Xtreme" Spike Kane And "Felix el Gato" Felix Venta.' You've got to be kidding me.": "Nice! You got yourself a match! You can't disappoint the fans!": "I can and I will. I'm not going to let people decide my fate like this. I gave people a snack, and they took the kitchen. I gave people an inch, and they're taking a mile. I'm not going to let myself be taken for a fool.": "Fuck that, Storm. The only way to be taken as a fool is to do the foolish thing and coward out. You're telling me that you're going to coward down to Felix Venta?": "I don't know who that is.": "He's good. Real good. He's like the best wrestler in the Spanish-speaking world.": "I think you're making that up."Michael Clarke Duncan begins to smile, then laugh. ...Then he shakes his head.
: "Me? No... I, uh... Oh come on. Do you really care?"Michael Storm stands up and aggressively approaches Duncan.
: "Oh, come on, Duncan. Of course I care! I'm not going to waste my time on Felix Venta and..."Then it hit Storm.
: "You said Spike Kane, right?"Duncan nods.
: "...Why does that name sound familiar?": "He used to be the XHF Champion.": "This is something. Now when you say XHF Champion, you're not talking about a champion within the XHF. We're talking about the actual Heavyweight Championship, right?": "Heavyweight championship. He was the XHF Heavyweight Champion... twice.": "I see... Well that certainly changes things. Fine. I'm back. And I'll get back to training, but just of Spike. If I can gain a bit of money by coming back to the wrestling scene then I'll gain a lot of money by beating a former multi-time world champion. The Prince of Pain will make him bow."Fade out.
