Michael Storm: The AWF Edge (Xtraction #2)

[ForeverKuroi]

"Oh come on. Where the fuck did I leave it?"

Fade in. To this...

Cut into the inside of a hotel room within this castle hotel. Clothes are being thrown over the head as Michael Storm is scrambling. Random small personal care items such as a bottle of shampoo or a shaving razor is being thrown.

Storm: I had the medicine. it was right here. I put it in the small pocket of the luggage. Please don't tell me that I've lost it. I cannot be without it. I will go fucking insane if I have to see Duncan again. And this medicine has been working too. This means that I have an entire week in this already weird as fuck country where things will only grow weirder.

That's when an alarm clock rings with a generic ring tone. Storm pulls out his phone. Above the time reads, "Time to go to the gym."

Storm: The doc didn't want me to do this. He tells me I'm hurting, and yeah - I am hurting. But we all know that saying... If you aren't getting stronger, you're getting weaker. Time to hit it.

Michael Storm exhales and a sad montage plays. Everybody Hurts by REM plays. The camera is inside of the suit case as it goes to black when Storm closes the suitcase. The scene fades in to Michael Storm exiting the hotel. He goes out onto the road and begins to walk down to the street. He takes in the scenery. Despite everything going wrong that day, the weather is quite beautiful. It's a fair 70 degrees Fahrenheit or 21.111 repeating degrees Celsius if you're from stupid England.

Storm: There is something about England, y'know. It's a different area of the world. It's a different culture. People drive on the different side of the road. They use different terminology. But they're people, just like us. They like a lot of the same music we listen to. They eat a lot of the same food that we eat. They also like a lot of the same movies that we listen t-

Storm mentioned that as he looked at a billboard. Then he had to do a double take as he blinks his eyes rapidly.

Storm: Stupid England. That movie came out like six months ago. They should have taken that billboard off a long time ago. What kind of shit hole country is this?

And still Michael Clarke Duncan plagues him. It plagues more than his mind. It's beginning to plague his soul. Of course, he's shifting the blame elsewhere.

Storm: And now we are being and have been invaded by AXW. It is these kinds of people who are looking to take over? To what - make us like them? So we can drive on the left side of the road? So we can claim to be superior despite losing nearly every country in square mileage that used to be part of an expanded kingdom? India? Gone. Australia? Gone. The majority of Africa? Gone.And the United States?

Michael Storm stops as the camera zooms into his eyes.

Storm: Gone.

Michael Storm keeps going and actually descends into steps that go toward the bus system.

Storm: And this stupid map is really stupid. Yes, I'm aware I just said stupid redundantly, but I'm seriously baffled by this. I'm trying to understand how this stupid rail goes, but none of this makes any sense. Seriously, fuck England.

Tapping his shoe on the groundm, Storm not-so-patiently waits as he waits for the bus to arrive. He turns to the camera and candidly speaks.

Storm: And this is the kind of opponents that we have to face. I will have to admit - as drunk, annoying and generally unpleasant as I find Randy, he is right. Most of these people who are representing the European AXW aren't even European and considering the success of America, I'm generally only somewhat worried about them. Curtis Kanyon is someone that I would have to keep my eye on, considering I've been up against him before. I've beaten him before. Price? The guy I've left broken and bloodied after I've taken him down with my Prince of Pain? I should be concerned with him? And yet I'm more considered about him than I am for the other people who comes from this backwards eighteenth century country. Shawn Rossdale? Never heard of him. The Anomoly? Really scary, yeah.

If you couldn't tell, the really scary part has been filled with nothing but sarcasm. He forces himself to relax.

Storm: I mean I get it. He's undefeated or pretty much close to it in the AXW, but hell, that's like trying to say I'm really strong because I've beat up a bunch of small kids. A mentally disturbed white boy isn't tough because he brought his daddy's unsecured Glock to school and The Anomoly ain't tough shit because he can beat up the other kids in his class. And on Prestige 17? Attacking the commentator? That makes him tough? I could beat up Tommy Taylor. I could beat up Cassius Romano, despite his years in the experience. I've proven myself a better wrestler than two-time AWF champion, Jackson Steele. Granted, I have my issues too. I've lost my mind, but that takes away my ability to have any mercy for your sorry ass. And another thi-

Storm is interrupted as the loudspeaker makes an announcement.

PA System: The 5:35 PM train to Nailsworth is about to arrive. Please keep your feet behind the yellow line.

Storm steps backward as the train screeches to a halt. The door opens and Storm sees something he doesn't want to see.

Storm blinks rapidly and shakes his head. He looks again.

Storm stares forward as the man steps around him. He moves into the train, not diverting his eyes anywhere from inside of him. He speaks to himself.

Storm: Am I going crazy? I mean, I know I am, but there's no way that I can see MCD no matter where I go. And also-

Storm stops as he realizes something else.

Storm: Wait, HE is insane. What reason does anyone have to wear that little clothing in the middle of a public transit system like that? I swear to God, I hate England so much.

It's only a couple of stops away, but Michael Storm sits down. He wants to try to get his head together. That's when he hears fellow passengers talking about the event. He hears them talking about the Xtraction: Blood Money event happening next weekend. He keeps his head down. He doesn't want to be noticed. That comes with conversations, awkward time being spent and a forced smile coupled by a picture and an autograph. He doesn't want any of that, but he listens in.

Brit-1: So what you think, mate? Viper got anything on Dylan?

Brit-2: Bugger off. Unless it's in his psychological profile, nah.

Brit-1: Right-o. The only thing more odd is what AWF did for their team. An added boost of morale for them.

Brit-2: That's what I hear too. Right now, only the wrestlers can see it.

Brit-1: Bloody shame.

The train comes to a stop. It's not where Storm gets off, but it's where the kids do. He lets the kids get off. The train is otherwise empty. He begins thinking to himself.

Storm: The AWF really has something for us? Let's see what it is. Maybe it's something that can remove any glimmer of hope for the AXW.

A small smirk crawls across the face of Storm.

Storm: I'm done holding myself back. I know I'm hurt and I know that I'm without my mind, but like I said before, there's no mercy. I will bring back the old Storm that has made myself known as a hahrdcore icon, as a hardcore legend. So AXW, what this means is that my drawbacks are your drawbacks. My curse is my gift and my gift will destroy you.

The camera switches to Storm's hand, which balls into a fist.

Storm: I will burn AXW down into flames in their own home. Now this isn't for AWF. This isn't even for me. It's for fate. It's for karma. America has dealt with enough shit from England. We've taken your tyranny. We started a revolutionary. You brought us to the brink of defeat, but we've come back. Now you start a war with us once more and we deal you one more by having our Meghan Markle infiltrate your entire royal lineage. Well, Prince Harry, it's time for us to fuck you right back.

The camera switches back to Storm's face.

Storm: I think I know what AWF got me. Yeah, that's right. It's all about my lack of mental stability. Maybe I'll be getting my barbed wire back. Actually, I don't think I know that's what the AWF got me. I know I know.

~Half an hour later~
The New Lawn Stadium

Michael Storm is looking at the AWF's gift. His pupils grow wide. That's when the camera switches and the camera witnesses...

This.

Storm: ...FUCK.

Fade out.