Post by TDP on Apr 9, 2014 5:08:25 GMT -6
[The scene opens up in a living room overlooking the skyline of New York City. The view from up above is magnificent but the room itself tells a different story. News clippings line the floor along with a dozen or so dirty dishes. It seems like the place hasn't been tended to in weeks. The city illuminates the room despite all the lights inside switched off. A television is the only device in the room in use and is playing replays of past WpW events. An armchair faces the television with non other than Mike Storm watching intently.]
CC: SBK covers for the pin!
[Storm doesn't look too good. His beard is long, his clothes creased. He holds a scotch in one hand and a cigar in the other. His eyes are glued to the screen as highlight after highlight of the WpW plays on the television. He suddenly sees his own face come onto the screen and he sits forward on his seats.]
RA: Ladies and gentleman... Mike Storm!
[He watches as his former self comes out to the ring to address the crowd to a chorus of boos. His hand twitches as he sees himself walk with a spring in his step and a grin on his face. Storm takes a large gulp and finishes what was left of his scotch while his former self begins to address the crowd. He suddenly throws the empty glass against the television, breaking the two on impact.
Storm turns his body to the skyline with a puzzling look on his face. He reaches inside his pocket and pulls out his mobile phone. After staring at the home screen for a few seconds he finally clicks on the address book and scrolls down. He hestitantly keeps his finger on the screen, looks out to the skyline and waits.
Mike Storm is ready to get himself and anything before him back on track...]
End of scene.
CC: SBK covers for the pin!
[Storm doesn't look too good. His beard is long, his clothes creased. He holds a scotch in one hand and a cigar in the other. His eyes are glued to the screen as highlight after highlight of the WpW plays on the television. He suddenly sees his own face come onto the screen and he sits forward on his seats.]
RA: Ladies and gentleman... Mike Storm!
[He watches as his former self comes out to the ring to address the crowd to a chorus of boos. His hand twitches as he sees himself walk with a spring in his step and a grin on his face. Storm takes a large gulp and finishes what was left of his scotch while his former self begins to address the crowd. He suddenly throws the empty glass against the television, breaking the two on impact.
Storm turns his body to the skyline with a puzzling look on his face. He reaches inside his pocket and pulls out his mobile phone. After staring at the home screen for a few seconds he finally clicks on the address book and scrolls down. He hestitantly keeps his finger on the screen, looks out to the skyline and waits.
Mike Storm is ready to get himself and anything before him back on track...]
End of scene.