Storm: Prince of Pain or Commoner? (Storm/Supremacy)
Jan 23, 2018 22:47:33 GMT -5
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Post by ForeverKuroi on Jan 23, 2018 22:47:33 GMT -5
~Supremacy~
The XHF Arena
Minneapolis, Minnesota
January 28th, 2018
XHF Tag Team Championship Match
"Here are your winners and STILL XHF Tag Team Champions: The Guns!
The XHF Arena
Minneapolis, Minnesota
January 28th, 2018
XHF Tag Team Championship Match
"Here are your winners and STILL XHF Tag Team Champions: The Guns!
Michael Storm is standing at the entrance. He keeps himself at the side. He sees many of the other wrestlers. Rob Arnold, Price, Azumi Goto, Alexis Grace, even Curtis Kanyon. He glances at each one of the wrestlers. All except one. Where's Goldbear II? Storm leans back against the wall, crossing his arms and keeping his head down.
Just keep your head down, Mike. The people came here to watch a fight, not just hear about it after all is said and done. Plus, there's no reason to fight them. Even if it would help me win this match. Even if they deserve it. Even if they know how badly I want it. See, that's what separates me from everyone else here. The new people here don't really want the belt. Why? They see this belt just like every other belt. They don't know how important the belt is. They don't know the legacy. They don't know the importance and its history. They don't really know the X*Crown Championship. Can you blame the people? People only know about the championship because of its poor leadership.
And at that moment, "Lord of the Thunder" by Rhapsody plays. Curtis Kanyon gets up and walks out into the open, exiting the room.
Look at the guy, walking down the ramp with a false sense of entitlement. He believes in false gods and can't understand his own weaknesses. That, in it of itself, is a weakness. I mean, he doesn't even understand why he lost to Ezriel. Ezriel? He's someone I've beaten, even before I've powered up into my new sense of hardcore. Ezriel has defeated Curtis Kanyon and destroyed his entrepreneurial life. And Kanyon? He doesn't even care. He doesn't let it form sweat on his brow, but it's because he doesn't even understand what happened to him. He's weak like his promo game. It's a simple, 'I'm going to BANG you.' It's the kind of stuff that's going to land him in jail. He's a psychopath. A joke. Sure, he understands hardcore, but he allowed it to corrupt him. He allowed it to drive him insane. He can't handle it, and he won't be able to handle me.
Unveil Raze by The Phoenix Reigns plays. Damien Young walks down. Michael Storm doesn't pay him any mind. He keeps his head down. He waits for the wrestlers to make their entrances. Shortly thereafter, Kryptonite by Three Doors Down plays and Jackson Grace walks out and into the open. Storm glances up, finally noticing who he is. He does the same as the music changes. God's Gonna Cut You Down (Remix) by Johnny Cash plays as he watched James Raymond walks down. Storm's eyes follow James Raymond as he makes his way into the ring.
So that's the two guys from Firestorm Wrestling Alliance. I've wrestled against them before. Not these people in particular, but wrestlers from the FWA. I've technically lost against them, although the referee didn't see me as the legal man. I was confused more than anything. It's actually an interesting turn of events now that these gentlemen appear to be confused. First off, the FWA is nearly owned by AXW. Their company is tripping over its laces and falling over. They're also confused because they don't know what's happening with the XHF. With the X*Crown. These group of people aren't aware of the lineage. They don't know the history. They can't respect it, and they will be forced to bow due to the restricting force of ignorance and they will bow, to the Prince of Pain.
Next, Takeover by Low IQ 01 plays and Azumi Goto walks out, ready to pursue her chance at the X*Crown Champion. Michael Storm looks at her and sees the glimmer in her eyes. Storm shakes his head slowly as Alexis Grace is ready to exit. She does so once Roar by Katy Perry plays.
I can look into their eyes. I can see what they want. I can see that they really want to end this match with a crown on their head and their ass on the throne. But that's not exactly what makes a champion, is it? More than that, their wanting to be a champion isn't what's going to make you a champion. What makes you a champion is more than just the fire in your belly, but in the skill that you possess, and these people just don't have that. I know they're from SSS, the Sakura Shoujo Stampede, and that they're women. I'm not the kind of people who would tell them that they can't win because they're women...
...but they are women and in spite of this, they can't win. They're in the match with people who have been XHF Champion. They are in matches with people who have been doing this since they've been high school cheerleaders. Hell, they are against people who aren't even humans. So if they're going to waltz into this ring and expect this belt like they've been able to get daddy's credit cards when they're about to head into the mall. They're arrogant for being here, wasting our time, and they're here for thinking that they're going to be champion.
St. Patrick by PVRIS plays. Rob Arnold walks out, confident as ever as he makes his way to the ring. Michael Storm looks down with interest.
And then there's Rob Arnold. Cocky, but with nothing to back it up. He deserves this championship even less than Curtis Kanyon does. See, Curtis Kanyon acts like a cocky asshole, but that's because he at least has some skill to back it up. The difference with Rob Arnold, here, is that he doesn't have the wrestling repertoire to back it up. In fact, it seems like the reason that Rob Arnold ever did anything worth a damn to make a match is when he betrays his teammate. News flash, Rob - everyone now knows you're a schmuck. Everyone knows that there are no teams and now that we know that you're a jerk, you won't have anyone saving you. Not The Guns and not even Goldbear, despite your recent buddy behavior you two have shared together. You deserve everything you get, but vengeance ultimately belongs to those you've betrayed. I'm not worried about you. I'm worried about two things - the crown and the throne. That's the true place for a prince.
Michael Storm smirks as his music fades out. Before much time passes, Panther like a Panther by Run the Jewels play. Storm is looking forward at the ring, but gets pushed to the side. Price shoulders Storm on his way to the ring. A vein begins to pop on Storm's forehead and he balls his hand into a fist.
Price. He's a fucking piece of shit and he has treated me like that for pretty much as long as I've known him, and while I have known OF him for a while, I've only begin to really know he was recently. There wasn't any point to know about who he was before. Why? He was a nobody. Correction - he STILL is a nobody. You can tell by the way that he talks. He has written messages to my mother. For fuck's sakes, I thought he was just being a dick, but I'm actually getting phone calls from my mother?
Flashback:
: "Michael, what's a fuck boy?": "Michael, This gentleman named Prince said that you have an incurable disease. When were you planning on telling me!? I don't want to bury my son!": "Michael, I don't know why you didn't think you couldn't tell me that you like to fuck boys. It certainly explained the way that you dress and why you like to spend so much time with that Michael Clark fella, but you don't have to feel that you can't tell us this stuff! I certainly do wish you two the best in your romantic journey!End Flashback:
There's a price I'm willing to pay in order to shove my fist down your throat, and I can pay it in pain. I can pay it with bruises. I can also pay it with gold, when I win the X*Crown Championship. You act like you're high and mighty but really, you're nothing. Even the person I used to hang out with, Michael Clarke Duncan, is more talented than you. You're a failure and while Duncan is as well, he has at least been nominated for an Academy Award for his role in The Green Mile. You? The only thing I'll nominate you for is the face who I first shove into the ground. You're going to lose, Price, and when I win, I'll be savoring every tear I see falling from your eyes.
Before long, it's now time for Michael Storm to step out. Undeniable by Seckond Chaynce plays. He takes a moment. Before he steps out, he hears a noise. It's Goldbear II storming out. Storm looks to Goldbear. He begins waving. Just like this:
Storm grins.
You big lug of fur, I'm going to feel bad beating you into the ground. The ASPCA would be all over me.
Storm steps forward into the open. The light shines onto his face. He looks forward and finds the tens of thousands of XHF fans, cheering.
This is my time. This is make it or break it. This is where what we do matters. Will I walk out of here as the X*Crown Champion or will I fall?
Storm's eyes travel through the XHF universe in the XHF Arena. As he finishes panning from left to right, he looks down to the ring. He finds the crown. Right outside of the ring, to complement the crown, is the throne.
Am I the Prince of Pain or merely a commoner yearning for the crown?
Let's find out.
Supremacy. Merely days away.
Be there.
