Post by jordanstorm on Sept 24, 2012 9:21:33 GMT -5
[Jordan Storm wasn't exactly the most organized person, so it was very lucky he had a girlfriend like Velvet Diamond. She epitomised the word organized. In fact, it was due to her that Jordan had managed to get an interview with MPW reporter Tasha Jordan. As Jordan sat inside his locker room, waiting patiently for Tasha to arrive, Jordan's mind began to wonder back to his late teenage years, which had been spent in the Land Down Under, Australia]
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["THUMP"
This was the sound of Jordan Storm's left foot crunching into what was a boxing bag. Sweat poured down Jordan's face and neck and his hair was virutally drenched in it. He'd been training as hard as he possibly could for the last couple of hours, with only small breaks in between. But, right now, Jordan was bloody exhausted. He collapsed to the floor, too exhausted to make it to the seat a few feet away.
It was, at this point, that the door to the room Jordan was in swung open and in stepped a short, older man. He took one look at Jordan lying on the floor, before exploding in a fit of rage]
Man: STORM! Just what in God's name do you think you're doing?
[Storm looked up and saw the man. He summoned every ounce of strength he had to stand up]
Storm: I'm sorry, Tom. I-
Tom: You what? You're tired? Exhausted? Get over yourself! If that's what makes you tired, you won't last a second over in the States! I know you have talent, you've got guts...hell, you're the best goddamn technical wrestler I've ever seen, but you don't have any staminia at all! You might think I'm pushing you too hard, but I want to see you make it. I want to see you winning championships. I might not have much time left on this planet, but one thing I want is to see your very first match on television. That way, I can turn to my wife and tell her "See him? I trained him" Now, c'mon! Get up and get going!
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-Modern Day-
[Jordan Storm remembered that day very fondly. It was the day he realised how much he and Tom wanted him to succeed. It was the day Jordan could recollect and define as the day his pipe dream of becoming a wrestler started to take shape
In fact, Jordan shed a small tear as he remember how much of an inspiration and just a genuinely good bloke Tom was. Sadly though, just two weeks ago, Tom had died suddenly of a heart attack. So, when he signed with MPW, just one week later, he knew every match had to be dedicated to Tom
At this moment, Tasha Jordan walked in the locker room. She quickly shook his hand, before their interview began]
Tasha Jordan: Well, Jordan Storm, welcome to MPW
Storm: Thanks, Tasha. It's good to be here
Tasha: My first question to you is how you feel being a part of the MPW roster?
Storm: It's really feels great to be here, with some of the very best wrestlers in the country. I just hope I have what it takes to keep up with these guys and contend for championships
Tasha: How confident are you of success?
Storm: Look, I'm certainly confident that my style and my offence will be able to stand up against everyone here, but you just never know what will happen in the wrestling industry
Tasha: Let's talk about your match this week. You face Kuk Killswitch. What are your thoughts on both Kuk and the match as a whole?
Storm: It's needless to say that Kuk is a tough bastard and a hardcore one as well. I'm sure he's willing to sacrifice his own blood to get the win. He'll do whatever it takes. In those ways, I can relate to him
"But that's where our similarities stop. You see, Kuk doesn't care about the people who drive the wrestling industry: The fans. It's those kind of people that I dislike. So, when I step between those ropes and give Kuk the assbeating of his life, I'll be doing it for everyone in that arena. There is also one other people I'll be dedication this victory and all of my future victories to. A few years ago, in the Land Down Under, a man saw something in me. His name was Tom and he was the one who taught me everything I know. Unfortunately, Tom died two weeks ago, therefore he was never able to see me make my TV debut, the only thing he ever wanted. So, Tom, if you watching me from above. This one'll be for you, mate
Tasha: Certainly some big words from you, Jordan and also a touching tribute. Hopefully for you, you can back those words up and get the victory. Good luck
Storm: Thanks, Tasha
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["THUMP"
This was the sound of Jordan Storm's left foot crunching into what was a boxing bag. Sweat poured down Jordan's face and neck and his hair was virutally drenched in it. He'd been training as hard as he possibly could for the last couple of hours, with only small breaks in between. But, right now, Jordan was bloody exhausted. He collapsed to the floor, too exhausted to make it to the seat a few feet away.
It was, at this point, that the door to the room Jordan was in swung open and in stepped a short, older man. He took one look at Jordan lying on the floor, before exploding in a fit of rage]
Man: STORM! Just what in God's name do you think you're doing?
[Storm looked up and saw the man. He summoned every ounce of strength he had to stand up]
Storm: I'm sorry, Tom. I-
Tom: You what? You're tired? Exhausted? Get over yourself! If that's what makes you tired, you won't last a second over in the States! I know you have talent, you've got guts...hell, you're the best goddamn technical wrestler I've ever seen, but you don't have any staminia at all! You might think I'm pushing you too hard, but I want to see you make it. I want to see you winning championships. I might not have much time left on this planet, but one thing I want is to see your very first match on television. That way, I can turn to my wife and tell her "See him? I trained him" Now, c'mon! Get up and get going!
........................................................................................................
-Modern Day-
[Jordan Storm remembered that day very fondly. It was the day he realised how much he and Tom wanted him to succeed. It was the day Jordan could recollect and define as the day his pipe dream of becoming a wrestler started to take shape
In fact, Jordan shed a small tear as he remember how much of an inspiration and just a genuinely good bloke Tom was. Sadly though, just two weeks ago, Tom had died suddenly of a heart attack. So, when he signed with MPW, just one week later, he knew every match had to be dedicated to Tom
At this moment, Tasha Jordan walked in the locker room. She quickly shook his hand, before their interview began]
Tasha Jordan: Well, Jordan Storm, welcome to MPW
Storm: Thanks, Tasha. It's good to be here
Tasha: My first question to you is how you feel being a part of the MPW roster?
Storm: It's really feels great to be here, with some of the very best wrestlers in the country. I just hope I have what it takes to keep up with these guys and contend for championships
Tasha: How confident are you of success?
Storm: Look, I'm certainly confident that my style and my offence will be able to stand up against everyone here, but you just never know what will happen in the wrestling industry
Tasha: Let's talk about your match this week. You face Kuk Killswitch. What are your thoughts on both Kuk and the match as a whole?
Storm: It's needless to say that Kuk is a tough bastard and a hardcore one as well. I'm sure he's willing to sacrifice his own blood to get the win. He'll do whatever it takes. In those ways, I can relate to him
"But that's where our similarities stop. You see, Kuk doesn't care about the people who drive the wrestling industry: The fans. It's those kind of people that I dislike. So, when I step between those ropes and give Kuk the assbeating of his life, I'll be doing it for everyone in that arena. There is also one other people I'll be dedication this victory and all of my future victories to. A few years ago, in the Land Down Under, a man saw something in me. His name was Tom and he was the one who taught me everything I know. Unfortunately, Tom died two weeks ago, therefore he was never able to see me make my TV debut, the only thing he ever wanted. So, Tom, if you watching me from above. This one'll be for you, mate
Tasha: Certainly some big words from you, Jordan and also a touching tribute. Hopefully for you, you can back those words up and get the victory. Good luck
Storm: Thanks, Tasha