The Mirror (Storm [Supremacy])
Jan 21, 2018 11:19:14 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001), and 1 more like this
Post by ForeverKuroi on Jan 21, 2018 11:19:14 GMT -5
"The polls are in and 84% of the polls say that Michael Storm should be the X*Crown Champion!"
Michael Storm is happy. He's grinning as he reads this all over XHFNetwork.com (Warning: I don't even know if that's a real website. I wouldn't actually type it in.) Suddenly, Storm gets an e-mail. He clicks on it.
From: Mongo The Destroyer
Received: 1/21/2018
Message: 1 of 1
Message: "Don't think that just because the XHF Network wants you to win that you can actually be champion. While you're winning popularity contests, Curtis Kanyon is training hard to keep HIS championship, so you better be ready, srucb!"
Received: 1/21/2018
Message: 1 of 1
Message: "Don't think that just because the XHF Network wants you to win that you can actually be champion. While you're winning popularity contests, Curtis Kanyon is training hard to keep HIS championship, so you better be ready, srucb!"
Storm: That's really strange. Why is Mongo so dead set on Curtis Kanyon remaining to be X*Crown Champion? And what's a srucb?
Suddenly, Storm gets another icon. He gets another e-mail!
From: Mongo The Destroyer
Received: 1/21/2018
Message: 1 of 1
Message: "The X*Crown Championship match is next week. Don't get injured. I don't want any excuses when Kanyon beats you.
*Scrub"
Received: 1/21/2018
Message: 1 of 1
Message: "The X*Crown Championship match is next week. Don't get injured. I don't want any excuses when Kanyon beats you.
*Scrub"
Storm: WHY ARE YOU HARASSING ME!?
Michael Storm is about to get up from the chair, but he gets one more e-mail. From who? Guess. Just guess.
From: Mongo The Destroyer
Received: 1/21/2018
Message: 1 of 1
Message: "Look Michael Storm, if you can't even beat Hyperion in a tune-up match, what makes you think that you can take the X*Crown Championship. I think that the AWF made a very poor decision in including you into this match."
Received: 1/21/2018
Message: 1 of 1
Message: "Look Michael Storm, if you can't even beat Hyperion in a tune-up match, what makes you think that you can take the X*Crown Championship. I think that the AWF made a very poor decision in including you into this match."
Storm: Is this a dream? This has to be a dream, because this whole chain of events is really making no sen-
~Michael Storm's House~
January 21st, 2018
6:58 AM
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEE-
Storm throws his hand up against the alarm clock, silencing it. As he lifts up his head from the pillow, "It's a Beautiful Morning" by The Rascals play. Michael Storm turns and put his feet on the ground. His mouth opens as he throws his arms up in the air and stretches. He rises from the bed and groggily walks over to the private bathroom where he grabs his toothbrush. He brushes his teeth and goes through the general morning routine when he recalls the memories that have been on his mind for every morning since the events have occurred.
~Days ago~
Michael Storm breaks out of the trance by the sound of glass shattering. It's MCD downstairs. It always is. He's always doing something irresponsible. Something stupid. Something reckless. Storm gets up from bed and walks downstairs. He descends to Michael Clarke Duncan where he stands in front of a sparking television. He looks like a child who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar or a teenager who gets caught jerking off - two things that Michael Clarke Duncan, to this day, still gets caught doing.
Backstage
Storm is sitting on a chair elsewhere in the house where he provides his feelings as to the situations as they were unfolding. He shakes his head.[/b]
Storm: Have you ever had a dog that would constantly get in trouble every day? Well I have one, and he's 6'4". He may not lick himself, but he will certainly use his hand and during the most inappropriate times. Like when I'm having a conversation with him. He would tell me that he forgot that I was in the room, right when I was in front of his face. I've learned that having conversations to him about finances and personal responsibility makes him absent minded. He is - by far - the most absent minded man I have ever met. So when I heard the sound of something breaking, I had to ask myself 'What's next?'
~Days ago~
MCD: SHIT, STORMIE! I knows what yous thinking, but I'll fix it.
Storm: You're going to fix my TV?
MCD: Nah, dawg. Imma be Dirty Dan. This is yo' house. You gotta be da adult here. When you furniture breaks, you gotta fix dat shit. Don't let yo' guests do your work for you. That's irresponsible.
~Backstage~
Michael Clarke Duncan is also sitting on a chair. Actually, that's not right. MCD is sitting on the floor and the chair is on top of his head. He thinks it's cute being so silly.
MCD: Wait, you think ME silly for doing this? Nah, Storm is the silly one. You gotta think about it like this, bruh. You gotta know something about life - if you have a car, if you have a dog, if you have a house, you gots responsibilities. Everybody and their mothers know that! And so, if your television breaks, you gotsta be ready to replace that. After all, these items don't last forever.
~Days ago~
Storm begins to breathe heavy, trying to suppress his anger.
"Never live with regret."
Storm: You don't understand. You live in my house already, even after I've told you not to. You constantly do stupid shit that get you in trouble. You break shit. You keep this place smelling like drugs.
MCD: Dat's small shit.
Storm: You've spied on Erin and I having sex.
MCD: OK, so that might b a bit much.
~Backstage~
Storm: A bit much?! Seriously, can we talk about this for a minute? This man doesn't have a line that he won't cross! Would any of you stay friends with a guy who would invade your personal privacy and just watch you fuck your girlfriend? Seriously? When I said this, I actually began to ask myself who the crazy person was - him or the person letting him do this?
The scene cuts to Michael Clarke Duncan - again - sitting on the floor.
MCD: Shit. I don't even know why he's mad. He should be proud! He's got skill! He's got charisma. He doesn't fuck like a lazy bitch. And plus, he's making so much money off it! I swear, he's going to be fucking FAMOUS soon!
Cut back to Michael Storm. A stagehand walks on screen and says something into Storm's ear.
Storm: I AM FAMOUS-Wait, what? Making money off... 'it?' What do you mean by 'it?' Did... Did you...
Storm is beginning to put two and two together.
Storm: DID YOU FUCKING FILM ERIN AND I HAVING SEX AND SELL IT OFF THE INTERNET?
~Days ago~
Storm: You've attempted to sexually assault eXXXstacy in this very room!
MCD: Oh my god, Stormie! It was attempted sex! Shit, I just forgot to get consent! That was my only mistake! We all make mistakes, bro!
~Backstage~
MCD: I don't even know Stormie's all bent outta shape! Accidents happen every day! How do you think Stormie would feel if we all yelled at him fo' every mistkae he made? Every botched dropkick. Every time a dog he would forget to tell me how great my ideas are. Shit. Accidents happen. The main thing is you gotta just put a smile on yo' face!
The camera switches to Storm.
Storm: Why are we just glossing over this? This main belongs in prison! He is the very definition of the term 'sexual predator.'
~Days ago~
"If you feel an ounce of regret then you need to search deep down to find what it is that makes you feel that way."
Storm: Mike, you need to leave my house. Right now.
MCD: Shit, no I don't. We're buddies. You're going to forget all about this by tomorro'. I just knows it.
"And destroy it."
Michael Storm moves forward. He grabs Michael Clarke Duncan by the throat and pushes him up against the wall. Along with the force and the clutch of his throat beneath Storm's fingers, Storm has forced him upon the shattered glass of the television. His bare feet is also feeling the burns from the sparking.
Storm: Let us get one fucking thing straight here, Mike. You are a thorn in my side. You're a cockroach. You've added nothing to my life, but annoyance. You're a nuisance. So when I tell you that you need to leave my house, you can also take it to mean that you need to leave my life. And when I say this, I don't mean next month or next week. I don't even mean tomorrow. When I say you need to get out, I mean now, and for the rest of my fucking life. Make no mistake, Mike, the next time I see you in my house or on my property - the next time I see you in the ring or in the locker room, I will unleash a world of pain. I'm saying all of this to you so explicitly so you don't misunderstand the words that come from my lips. So tell me, Mike - DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME?
~Backstage~
Storm: Was it extreme? Hell yeah it was! Was it necessary?
Michael Storm leans back and pinches the bridge of his nose. He slowly exhales.
Storm: Yeah, you know? I've just been realizing what I've been doing is letting people stomp all over me, but the actions of Mike was too much, and he needs to know that there are consequences for his actions. It's no longer a time for Storm to get the short end of the stick and keep getting shat on by Mike, Randy and every asshole in the locker room who even thinks that they want to play these fucking games with me. Like I said before, Mike is one of the most absent-minded people I've ever met. I have a feeling he won't be absent-minded any more.
The camera switches to Michael Clarke Duncan.
MCD: And so when he grabs my neck, I says to myself - I says, 'Shit this is hot.' I love strangling myself and shit. I then look at Storm's eyes and I realize that he ain't pretending to be mad like the eXXXstacy lookalikes I purchase for the night with Storm's credit card. Like, he be really mad this time. And so I get really scared. Like what I ever do to Storm? He's my best buddy! I thought he be tryin' to kills me! He be sayin' a lot of complicated shit, but I figure I just do whatever it takes to calm him down. I'll then give him some time to cool down. I'll then talk to him next week. Maybe he be calmer then, but where am I going to sleep? Hey camera dawg, can I stay witchu?
Pause.
MCD: Oh come on now. It's not because I'm black, is it?
~Days ago~
MCD tries to speak through the pan, through the suffocation. Tears are running down from his reddened eyes.
MCD: Y-yes!
Storm: SPEAK THE FUCK UP. DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME, ASSHOLE?
Michael Clarke Duncan is trying to manage words with the remaining breathe left in his chest. Veins pop out of his neck as he fights through the tears to make the words sound normally.
MCD: ...YES!
Michael Storm finally lets go. Duncan falls onto his knees and tries to collect himself, sweat and tears mixing into moisture that has enveloped over his entire face. Storm looks down.
Storm: Get your fucking ass off the ground, collect your shit and get out of here. I'm going to go for a run. Remember what happens to you if I come back and I find you still here.
Storm walks toward the stairs and jogs away. Michael Clarke Duncan looks up at Storm as he's leaving, wondering who he has become.
Backstage
MCD: Storm's crazy, yo! HE BE CRAZY!
Storm: Look, I know how this ordeal made me look. I'm sure that I'll be dealing with backlash that I'm a monster. That I'm a psychopath. I'm sure that I'll lose viewers - possibly even sponsors. The thing that I have to let you all know is that drastic measures call for drastic actions. I hadn't come to this decision lightly. I progressively sought answers that would quell this threat and nip it in the bud, but apparently, I hadn't been acting drastically enough. I've been pondering things before this event and the things after, and I've decided that I need to draw a line when diplomacy has come to an end and when the time comes to take action.
Storm leans forward.
Storm: And that time is now. I'm not going to let anyone stop me. Not Hyperion, the man who insists on acting like I'm some sort of woman, when he can't even handle the voices inside of his brain. Not Curtis Kanyon, the man who can no longer handle me in the wrestling ring and absolutely lost any sort of claim in challenging me in the business world. Not Alexis Rose, the woman who is more concerned about caring more about her gender than she cares about herself as a wrestler, and not Rob Arnold, the man known for being a stellar asshole but a lackluster... everything else. No, this time is for me. It's about me. I was told by a man that in order to succeed, I have to live my life without regret. In order to win, I have to find the cause of regret and destroy it - and right now, you are all my regret. You are all my roadblocks as to why I didn't win End of Days in October. Even if you all didn't specifically enter the tournament, you all represent my failure. You all represent what's keeping me from greatness. I intend to learn from failure. I intend to rise up, and succeed. I will win, and I will bring the insane. And I...
I will be your next X*Crown Champion.
~Michael Storm's House~
January 21st, 2018
7:38 AM
Michael Storm steps out of the shower. He looks at himself through the reflection of the mirror.
Storm: Let's fucking get started.
Fade out.
