Post by Storm on May 29, 2017 2:55:53 GMT
He hadn't been in Mexico for quite some time now. And he'd forgotten how hot it was as he stepped out of the airport and embraced the heat that came towards him, the sun beaming down on him as a rush of wrestling fans surrounded him, pandering him for autographs and photos and Mark smiled. A smile so rare it was captured perfectly, sunglasses covering his eyes, wearing a white tight t-shirt, Nike shorts and matching sneakers. His recent Nike endorsement was treating him well.
Luggage in his hand, he fought through the crowd of civilians with the help of on guard security and his agent, Gregory Murphy, who did everything in his best power to prevent Mark from being grabbed by one of the fans. Not like it mattered. Mark couldn't care less to be quite honest but they had places to be, people to see and an event to get ready for. Escorted into the car, the two would then flee from the scene in a hurry, with Storm rolling down the windows and waving to his fans, once again, allowing a smile to embed on his face as he turned towards Murphy.
"You're too happy nowadays." Murphy said, a genuine smile on his face.
Mark had come so far from the days spent alone, exiled from the world for a number of months, becoming a ghost from the wrestling industry. But since he'd been back, something had changed, that was apparent everywhere he went, and people were beginning to pick up on it. This wasn't the same kid who couldn't keep it consistent week in and week out. This was a man who was at peace with himself, but not fully there yet, admittedly.
"It's part of the job." He smiled, clasping his hands together as he looked on at the outside.
Mexico was territory he hadn't conquered and because of that, he was drawn to it, he had become infatuated with Guerreros of Lucha for far too long, knowing that a couple of matches in Mexico was inevitable. He needed to do this, but not more than he wanted to. He wanted this because this was a new experience, a dip into the unknown - something he had become addicted to. He wanted this because there was a host of men and women he'd never cross paths with, a fan base he hadn't electrified live, and a range of titles that intrigued him.
"You nervous?" Greg inquired, with Storm snapping back to reality immediately.
"New is always better, right?" It wasn't a real answer, but somehow Greg managed to get an answer out of the question posed by Mark.
"Always."
Continuing to look out of the window, Mark thought back to the times where he wasn't quite right - his schizophrenia beginning to indulge with his career. He thought back to the hardships, the trials and the tribulations and he shivered at the thought of them, scratching his arm.
But it was only reminiscent. This wasn't something he'd think about often, but something that just happened to pop into his mind in the moment. If he had gone to Mexico then to compete, he would've been screwed and what GOL would've seen was a half hearted jackass looking for an easy payslip. But timing is everything. And he believed that right now, was the best time to reveal himself to Guerrero's of Lucha.
"This isn't going to be easy."
He knew what he was walking into, but he was prepared, turning to Gregory and continuing.
"But I'm ready for it." He nodded.
That's all I get from people nowadays. I'm not too sure why. Maybe it's the fact that I went away for quite some time, sabbatical without any notice, and then I came back and people must've thought I was some joke, a hoax. Just to clear that up, this isn't a joke - or a hoax, this is real. As real as it get's. So I want you to do two things for me. Wake up and rub the sleep from your eyes, there's a storm that's imminent and if you're not prepared, you'll be in the crossfire.
This was inevitable. Me coming to GOL, it was always going to happen and finally, the plan is in motion, perfect timing and with the perfect opportunity to make my mark, cement my name in this promotion. A match against Juliet Black, Tiger Mask Red and Dragon Diamante. I've heard of all of you. I know that this is going to be a match that is going to push me to my limits. I know that you want this win as much as I do and because of that, what we have here is an instant classic, one for the archives.
Tiger Red has created a legacy for himself. A hall of famer in his own right at a humble age. You are sir, someone I've been meaning to face for a very long time and despite this not being a one on one scenario, I guarantee that time will come but until then I'll enjoy this moment, I'll enjoy this match and make sure it'll be one you never forget. I'm not sure what you think of me. Whether you have these preconceived notions like everyone else, I'm not sure. But whatever you may think, you have to put aside and face the facts. And the facts are, Mark Storm is one of the best wrestlers on the planet earth at this very moment. Face the fact, acknowledge it, digest it and do everything in your power to put me down.
Juliet on the other-hand.
You've got me all figure out, haven't you?
Matches here and there, the past is the past. The present is what matters, we can't cling to the past, it's already gone. Whatever you think of me basing off of past performances, it's irrelevant because I've evolved since then. I've got better, I've got stronger, though not complete - I'm on the track to completion.
You underestimate me and you're playing a very dangerous game in doing that. Becaus it only take me one shot, one shot one kill on my opponent and it's all gone, it's all done and over. If you're lucky, you won't be the won I pin down on the canvas after I deliver a knee to your skull.
But if it ends up being you, then Karma's a bitch.
Then you wanna talk about battling demons, and shit like that - shit, you believe you've been through, but you haven't really have you? I mean honestly, you haven't got the wildest clue. What I have, is an insect, embedded in my mind that I can't get rid of, tormenting me every day. I've been to hell and back Juliet. I've got the coupons and the fast track tickets to prove it and come Sunday night, I'll take you on a detour.
Dragon, you've kept quiet. You're the one that everybody respects and knows that when you're on the ball, you're a great competitor. Sharing the ring with you, it'll be special but mark my words, all that respect, all that honor, everything goes out the window as soon as the bell tolls. Inside that four sided ring, I'm a different being entirely, and there's no one who can prepare for the impending storm.
Luggage in his hand, he fought through the crowd of civilians with the help of on guard security and his agent, Gregory Murphy, who did everything in his best power to prevent Mark from being grabbed by one of the fans. Not like it mattered. Mark couldn't care less to be quite honest but they had places to be, people to see and an event to get ready for. Escorted into the car, the two would then flee from the scene in a hurry, with Storm rolling down the windows and waving to his fans, once again, allowing a smile to embed on his face as he turned towards Murphy.
"You're too happy nowadays." Murphy said, a genuine smile on his face.
Mark had come so far from the days spent alone, exiled from the world for a number of months, becoming a ghost from the wrestling industry. But since he'd been back, something had changed, that was apparent everywhere he went, and people were beginning to pick up on it. This wasn't the same kid who couldn't keep it consistent week in and week out. This was a man who was at peace with himself, but not fully there yet, admittedly.
"It's part of the job." He smiled, clasping his hands together as he looked on at the outside.
Mexico was territory he hadn't conquered and because of that, he was drawn to it, he had become infatuated with Guerreros of Lucha for far too long, knowing that a couple of matches in Mexico was inevitable. He needed to do this, but not more than he wanted to. He wanted this because this was a new experience, a dip into the unknown - something he had become addicted to. He wanted this because there was a host of men and women he'd never cross paths with, a fan base he hadn't electrified live, and a range of titles that intrigued him.
"You nervous?" Greg inquired, with Storm snapping back to reality immediately.
"New is always better, right?" It wasn't a real answer, but somehow Greg managed to get an answer out of the question posed by Mark.
"Always."
Continuing to look out of the window, Mark thought back to the times where he wasn't quite right - his schizophrenia beginning to indulge with his career. He thought back to the hardships, the trials and the tribulations and he shivered at the thought of them, scratching his arm.
But it was only reminiscent. This wasn't something he'd think about often, but something that just happened to pop into his mind in the moment. If he had gone to Mexico then to compete, he would've been screwed and what GOL would've seen was a half hearted jackass looking for an easy payslip. But timing is everything. And he believed that right now, was the best time to reveal himself to Guerrero's of Lucha.
"This isn't going to be easy."
He knew what he was walking into, but he was prepared, turning to Gregory and continuing.
"But I'm ready for it." He nodded.
Tell me you're ready.
Tell me I'm not your hero.
Tell me you haven't heard of me.
Tell me you don't think I'm a threat.
You're playing yourself if you tell me any of that.
Lies, upon lies, upon lies.
That's all I get from people nowadays. I'm not too sure why. Maybe it's the fact that I went away for quite some time, sabbatical without any notice, and then I came back and people must've thought I was some joke, a hoax. Just to clear that up, this isn't a joke - or a hoax, this is real. As real as it get's. So I want you to do two things for me. Wake up and rub the sleep from your eyes, there's a storm that's imminent and if you're not prepared, you'll be in the crossfire.
Can you handle that?
This was inevitable. Me coming to GOL, it was always going to happen and finally, the plan is in motion, perfect timing and with the perfect opportunity to make my mark, cement my name in this promotion. A match against Juliet Black, Tiger Mask Red and Dragon Diamante. I've heard of all of you. I know that this is going to be a match that is going to push me to my limits. I know that you want this win as much as I do and because of that, what we have here is an instant classic, one for the archives.
Tiger Red has created a legacy for himself. A hall of famer in his own right at a humble age. You are sir, someone I've been meaning to face for a very long time and despite this not being a one on one scenario, I guarantee that time will come but until then I'll enjoy this moment, I'll enjoy this match and make sure it'll be one you never forget. I'm not sure what you think of me. Whether you have these preconceived notions like everyone else, I'm not sure. But whatever you may think, you have to put aside and face the facts. And the facts are, Mark Storm is one of the best wrestlers on the planet earth at this very moment. Face the fact, acknowledge it, digest it and do everything in your power to put me down.
Juliet on the other-hand.
You've got me all figure out, haven't you?
I'm just a scrub.
A guy who's gonna let this one slip in grasp.
Someone who doesn't care. Someone who isn't a threat.
You're playing yourself, girl. Because I'm the biggest threat in this match.
Matches here and there, the past is the past. The present is what matters, we can't cling to the past, it's already gone. Whatever you think of me basing off of past performances, it's irrelevant because I've evolved since then. I've got better, I've got stronger, though not complete - I'm on the track to completion.
You underestimate me and you're playing a very dangerous game in doing that. Becaus it only take me one shot, one shot one kill on my opponent and it's all gone, it's all done and over. If you're lucky, you won't be the won I pin down on the canvas after I deliver a knee to your skull.
But if it ends up being you, then Karma's a bitch.
Then you wanna talk about battling demons, and shit like that - shit, you believe you've been through, but you haven't really have you? I mean honestly, you haven't got the wildest clue. What I have, is an insect, embedded in my mind that I can't get rid of, tormenting me every day. I've been to hell and back Juliet. I've got the coupons and the fast track tickets to prove it and come Sunday night, I'll take you on a detour.
Dragon, you've kept quiet. You're the one that everybody respects and knows that when you're on the ball, you're a great competitor. Sharing the ring with you, it'll be special but mark my words, all that respect, all that honor, everything goes out the window as soon as the bell tolls. Inside that four sided ring, I'm a different being entirely, and there's no one who can prepare for the impending storm.
But go on, try. Do what you can.
None of it will matter.
May 28th, I come to Mexico with a goal.
You fine men and women, you're in the way.
But you won't be for long.