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| chapter 2; final battle | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 25 2010, 12:46 AM (69 Views) | |
| Ryan Storm | Jan 25 2010, 12:46 AM Post #1 |
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Scene 1 (Storm is pacing in his hotel room in sunny California as Dustin just watches him, trying to concentrate more on the basketball then the man pacing in front of it. Dustin throws the remote down giving up.) Dustin- Would you stop pacing already? God you’re making me nervous. Storm- Oh I’m sorry D. I forgot that you were the one who saw the girl of his dreams last week, got screamed, and hasn’t seen her since. I mean the owner said she hadn’t quit, she wasn’t calling in sick, but I was there everyday for lunch and she never showed. Dustin- Shouldn’t you be concentrating on your match Ry? I mean especially after everything you have put Frankie through. Plus you just went toe to toe with the champ and left the ring while he was still lying there broken. Any chance of people taking you lightly is gone now. Storm- Frankie wouldn’t have taken me lightly anyways. He knows what I can do. Dustin- All the more reason you need to be thinking about the match. He caught you off-guard once last Tuesday, he could do it again. Storm- Yeah well a friend… and by that I mean a well-paid snoop tailed Frankie since Massacre ended. From what I hear… I’m not the only one distracted right now. Trust me, by match time I’ll be ready. Dustin- You sure? Storm- You know me D. I can push anything aside long enough to beat down some punk who had it coming. Dustin- Aren’t you worried Frankie will just do the same? Storm- Believe me Dustin… with what I know about Frankie as a person and what news he got, he won’t be able to simply push it aside. Dustin- If you say so. So about the whole diner thing though… it still sounds kind of stalkerish to me. Waiting everyday at her job just hoping to see her. Storm- I told you what happened D. I need to explain things to her. Let Katie know that she had it all wrong, Dustin- Why do you care so much? Don’t you remember how it ended? Storm- You think I could ever forget that? Dustin- No, I guess you’re right about that. In any case, you said you hadn’t gotten over her. You said once we got in the road you had moved on. Storm- I thought I had moved on to… until I saw her. Then everything came flooding back… the feelings, the memories, th- Dustin- Yeah the memories Ry. Like what happened with Katie last time. I won’t let you go through it again. Storm- I can’t let it end like this though D. You know how I feel about her. Besides we’re both different people. We have both grown up, we’re more mature, and I think we can handle this. Tell you what… sell the apartment in Philly. Dustin- What!? Storm- You heard me. We’re moving to Oakland. She can’t avoid me forever. Dustin- Ryan this is insane. You can’t just pick up and move across the country. Storm- Why not D? I mean we never actually stay in the Philly apartment. We pay rent on a place we don’t ever sleep in… well you did months ago I assume but that’s not the point. The rare times we go home to visit family we still don’t stay there. It’s not worth the money. Sell it D. Dustin- Isn’t this a decision you should like think over and sleep on? Storm- I have done nothing but think about it. I have to get her back, and that starts by finding her and being around her. When I’m not on the road I need to be in Oakland. Sell the apartment and start looking for places around here. Dustin- Ryan I mu- Storm- Make it happen. (Storm grabs his bag and heads out the door leaving Dustin standing there. As the door shuts Dustin smiles. He goes over to the table where his phone sits and leans over as he mutes the TV.) Dustin- You hear all of that? Katie- Every word Dustin, thanks. (Fade) Scene 2 (Ryan Storm is sitting on the top turnbuckle pipe in one hand, and the briefcase in the other. He hops down and tosses his hat back onto the post. A single spotlight appears in the middle of the ring, which Storm steps into. He is a dark suit, which is contrasted by the crisp white shirt. A slim black tie runs down the middle where you can see his sunglasses carefully and neatly tucked into a breast pocket of the suit. His smirk disappears quickly as tonight is all about business.) Storm- Well Frankie, we are almost there. Almost time for the beginning of the end for you. Almost time for you to finally meet your demise. At Genesis it all begins again. The fed begins a new year with new talent. For you Frankie it will truly be a Genesis, as your life as a wrestler ends, and your new life as a crippled shell of your former self. Signing onto this match Frankie was your first mistake. Accepting a match with me… I would have thought after End Games you would have known better. After that, things were out of your hands. Seeing as the new Commissioner is a close and personal friend it was easy enough to tip the scales in my favor. Easy enough to make everything and anything legal. How does it feel to know that no matter how badly I beat you the match won’t end? How does it feel to know that if I wanted I could have every member of the Cyndicate come down and destroy you, then just lay on top of your broken carcass for the win and the title of #1 contender? Let that sink in for a minute… Lucky for you though Frankie I have gained some respect for you these past two months. Not much mind you but enough for you to survive this match… in one piece is another matter. You’ve earned enough respect that I will give you the one on one match with me you desire. No member of the Cyndicate will be at ringside, in the crowd, or waiting in the wings. You want me one on one at Genesis and I want the same thing. When I beat you into nothing, there will be no one who can say I didn’t do it on my own. As for the match itself, this will be our final battle Frankie. Two soldiers gutting it out in a final test of one upsmanship. Who will come out on top… well that answer would seem obvious by now? For weeks I have beaten you physically and mentally. You may have gotten that final blow in last week on Massacre “slugger” but by no means does that mean I’m beaten. If anything all it did was serve to piss me off even more. (Storm drops the briefcase and lowers his gaze to the pipe he now cradles in his hands as if it was a child or ancient artifact he had just unearthed.) Frankie… just imagine for one second what I am going to do to you at Genesis. When the referee rings that bell and anything goes… just imagine what will happen to you. Imagine what I will do this pipe, already stained in your own blood and the blood of our World Champion. The ruthlessness and anger the Cyndicate and Chaolin Sahn drew out of me will be implanted into your skull tomorrow night. Maybe a few shots to splinter your ribs, a shot lower so the blood on the inside flows as easily as the blood covering your face. Maybe some shots to the legs so you’ll be crawling like the child you are. Or maybe I will just hit you with one clean shot in the back of the skull and end your suffering. On the other hand… watching you squirm and suffer could be fun. In the beginning Frankie this match was all about the gold. When I heard Sahn was coming to power I knew I would get a shot at gold after the next PPV, and you just happened to be the helpless sap I had set my target on. After this past month it has become much more then that. The title shot coming my way is almost at the back of my mind. This match is about suffering and revenge. It’s about imparting as much pain on you as I possibly can until you beg and scream for mercy or pass out because your weak and fragile mind can’t take it anymore. I know you and what your capable of Frankie, you can be assured I have survived worst. You don’t know me, know what I have done in my past, know what my body has gone through in other federations, other matches. Believe me Frankie, Genesis is the worst thing that could have happened to you. Being match up with me, pissing me last week with that cheap shot, this war ends at Genesis, where we each start anew. Myself as the #1 contender for the Paramount Title, and Franklin Fredrickson as the former wrestler, beaten beyond recognition. At Genesis Frankie I pray you go in physically, mentally, and emotionally ready so you have no excuses. Tuesday night… the Storm lands! (Fade) |
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