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Decision time...; Storm Brothers RP 2
Topic Started: Oct 2 2008, 12:42 AM (28 Views)
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I need to get to Emily…

All I can do is wait inside this eternal nightmare. The time passes by but the heart does not revive. The mind is aching with deep thoughts and tears stream down my face. I cross my fingers and prey. What else more can I do? I am on my way to see my love now but what if I am too late? I could never…WILL never forgive myself. This is my main priority right now and the only real thoughts I must have. My skin quivers as the blood freezes inside my body, the veins and nerves clenching as my breath is no where to be found. I am choking. I am dying and soon will be with my love. Resting in peace with the woman I love.

I am on the plane now, in the clouds soaring at 1000 mph desperately in search of my wife. I know she needs me now and I want to be there for her. Travis is far behind me still in Wichita, Kansas. I stare out the window, looking down below at the deep blue sea, and inside I feel like I am drowning, suffocating, I lose my breath, I panic and feel sick, maybe this plane will crash and my pain will dissolve, but on the surface, I know I need to transcend above these thoughts and help the woman I love through these final hours. I believed this time would never come, false hope is a dangerous thing, I saw a light at the end of this tunnel but now, all that is left is darkness as I fly thousands of miles to see Emily one last time.


I need to get to Emily…

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The scene fades in as we are transported back a few days to Wichita, Kansas, 5 days before the Tag Team Title shot and Main Event on Warzone where Travis and Douglas will fight for the Global Belts. Douglas Storm is sitting alone inside the apartment that the Storms are signed up at. Douglas wears a an expensive blue shirt buttoned up and black jeans with a few gold patters on the back. He looks relaxed on the cream leathered sofa as he sits up. His eyes seem to be fixed upon the large TV screen in front of him. He licks his lips, his pupils following the action carefully.


“LET’S GO, STORM BROTHERS!”

“LET’S GO, AGONY!”

“LET’S GO, STORM BROTHERS!”

“LET’S GO, AGONY!”

Travis makes it up and runs towards Rowan, catching him with a jumping knee to the face just as he makes it up! He tags in his brother, Douglas, who climbs up to the top as Travis sets Rowan up for a Russian legsweep! Douglas dives off with a reverse-elbow and Travis falls back with the sweep, driving Eddie to the mat!

Masters: “And the Storms using their experience as a team to their advantage, now!”

Douglas lifting Rowan up and then hooks him around the waist, dropping down with a vicious backbreaker! He reaches out and tags his brother Travis who leaps and springboards in with a rolling senton, practically breaking Eddie in half!

Daniels: “A devastating maneuver there! That could be it!”

Travis goes for the cover!
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3!!! NO! Monroe in to break the count JUST in time!

Masters: “Lucky break for Beautiful Agony!”

Travis picks Eddie back up and then takes him back down with a side belly-to-belly suplex, positioning him perfectly to move to the turnbuckle and land a split-legged moonsault!

Daniels: “Pinning predicament once again! This time Douglas coming in to prevent the break-up!”

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3!!! NO!!! Foot on the bottom rope! Travis swears in frustration and drags Eddie away from the ropes, pulling him to his feet! He begins yelling at him, pointing at his head!

Daniels: “Looks like Travis still hasn’t gotten over that accidental chair shot he took the week before last!”

Masters: “Would you? And it wasn’t just a chair, to quote Matt Covey it was ‘the Holy Grail of all steel chairs!”

Travis nails Eddie with a forearm, spinning him around and then locking in a dragon sleeper! Eddie struggles and delivers a back elbow to the gut, and then another! He spins free from the hold suddenly, whirling around and grabbing Travis, falling back with a reverse STO!! The crowd goes crazy as both men hit the mat, unmoving!

Masters: “Both men desperately need a tag here!”

Daniels: “And the crowd firmly behind BOTH of them!”

“DEAD END!”

“RATED E!”

“DEAD END!”

“RATED E!”

They slowly begin to move to their corners, crawling as the crowd cheers louder and louder. Finally with a final desperate lunge, they both tag at the same time! Douglas charges in but Monroe ducks under a running clothesline, catching Douglas on the rebound with a spinning back-fist! Douglas again bounces off the ropes, this time involuntarily! Monroe snags him!

Daniels: “Exploder! Pinning predicament!!”
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Pin broken by Travis Storm! Just as the pin is broken, Eddie springs back in off the middle rope, clotheslining Travis! Douglas is up and Mike hits an enziguri! Eddie back up as well, grabbing Douglas as he’s spun around and nailing an inverted atomic drop! Monroe and Eddie with a double SHINING WIZARD!! Douglas is down!!!

Daniels: “Eddie and Mike are on the offense, and they’re not slowing down!”

Masters: “OH! They WEREN’T slowing down, you mean!”

Travis launches himself from the turnbuckle, blasting Eddie with a missile dropkick, knocking him back onto the mat in the corner! Mike charges, but Travis evades a clothesline, and as Monroe rebounds, Travis catches him in a tilt-a-whirl!

Daniels: “This is it! FINALE!!”

Masters: “No! Monroe fights free!!”

Mike drops down behind Travis and blasts him with a superkick, knocking him to the outside of the ring! He quickly turns and sees Douglas slowly making his way to his feet and he throws up both hands with metal-horns! He moves behind Storm and lifts him up on his shoulders!!

Daniels: “Monroe with Storm in the electric chair! What’s he going to do!”

Masters: “I don’t know but…wait, watch Rowan!!”

Eddie comes flying out of nowhere off the top rope, catching Storm with a Blockbuster neckbreaker!!”
Daniels: “DOOMSDAY CLOCK!!!!”

Eddie is up and he runs to the ropes, diving out to Travis with a corkscrew plancha, both men hitting the cement past the padding!!

Masters: “Rowan just KILLED himself to keep Travis at bay!”

Daniels: “Here’s the cover! BEAUTIFUL AGONY HAVE IT!”

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NOOO!!!! Someone drags the referee out!

ALAN FISCUS!!

Daniels: “What’s HE doing here!?”

Fiscus flings the ref into the guard-rail and slides into the ring. Monroe jumps up to meet him but Alan is too fast, catching Monroe with a low blow! He grabs him and….PANIC ATTACK! He pulls Douglas to his feet and slaps him hard across the face before setting him up and driving him down with the Riot Act! The jeers from the crowd are deafening!

Masters: “There isn’t going to be anything left of either team to challenge the champions!”
Fiscus rolls to the outside and claims a steel chair, heading towards the other two! They’re mostly up to their feet as ‘The Sadistic Solution’ drives the chair SIDEWAYS into Travis Storm’s back, dropping him to the floor! Fiscus the winds up and takes a wild swing at Eddie’s head!

SMAAAACK!!

Daniels: “Down goes Rowan! Alan Fiscus just destroyed the competition here tonight!!”
Fiscus tosses the chair aside and makes his way up the ramp as the crowd boos him heavily, a loud “YOU SUCK!” chant catching on. “Thieves” by Ministry plays as he just glares back at them, raising his arms in triumph.

Suddenly, The jeers turn to cheers as Gregory Grantham, War Zone's GM, appears on the Combat-Tron.

GG: "Alan! Alan Fiscus."

Alan looks up at the tron.

GG: "I see what you're trying to do here, I know you're a veteran. There's a problem though. We -NEED- a #1 contender team to your Global titles. So here's what I'm going to do. You wanted to take both teams out tonight? Well now you get to fight BOTH teams for the CZW Global Tag Team titles... That's right, they're BOTH the #1 contenders! And in your hometown of Wichita, Kansas... THAT'S when the three way dance will occur! Thank you!"



Douglas sits forward as he holds up the TV Remote and pushes the button as the sound stops. Sitting beside him is a notepad where he has been writing down strategies against the four men who will be on the opposing side this Thursday at Warzone. The room remains silent until Douglas begins to comment on the match he has just studied.

No this was a tough match, Eddie and Mike, they took us to the limits and who knows who the winner would have been if it wasn’t for those tyrants Fiscus and Covey. It seems that me ad Travis have fought all shapes and forms that Beautiful Agony try and throw at us. We enjoy competing against them, I will not deny that, but it also seems that me and my Brother have never been beaten by them, in fact, we have time and time again got the upper hand over them. We knew the competition would be tough when arriving here, coming over from Manchester, entering a new Country, a new style of wrestling, but I believe we have settled in well, even after the horror of a personal life I have.

Eddie, you a very respectable athlete and yes, you are the X Division Champion still. This makes me smile though, this fact benefits me and my Brother. there is no way you can focus solely on this Tag team opportunity when in the back of your mind you have challenges be thrown at you left, right and center, all for your X Title, one being your own pal Jacob Havok. We have learnt all your moves Eddie and we have studied your style. Not only that but we have scouted enough to be able to combat your high flying, risk taking style. The way me and my Brother wrestle, it may not make the crowd sit on the edge of their seats, it may not give us huge spots and me viewed time and time again, every time you fly we hear a whooo coming form the loving fans. That isn’t our style. Our style is calm, calculating and methodical. We know all your weaknesses. We know that if we dispose of your limbs, we will then be immune to your high flying attacks. We know that if you make one single mistake, we can capitalize and lock you into a hold of choice, one which tears your muscles and rips your bones out of the sockets. This match is for the Gold and the fan loving crowd pleasing attitude is gone, vanished for this match. I have had too much happen in the past few weeks in my life to let my game slip now. So when you try and fly however many feet you want, me and my Brother will be waiting, strategically working out our next moves and picking you apart, limb by limb, mistake by mistake…

Mike, you very similar to Eddie, but your not as successful are you? You have been in CZW before I can remember, long before my Brothers had even heard of this Company, but what have you achieved? You have respect, you have our respect and that is an achievement, but you have nothing to show, no record, no Titles to show. Your not a champion Mike. You’re a great X Division star just like all of Beautiful Agony, your toughness alone is some of the best in the business. But your tag team ability is far from the greatest. In fact, you have a lot to learn. You have passion but your record does not back you up. Your past is weighing down the ability for you to mount a successful future. Maybe you have success in your future, but stick to X Division Wrestling and leave the Tag Division to the professionals. Me and my Brother, we know what is going on through each other’s minds, we have lived together none stop since we were born and that is not something that can be learnt. Great Tag Team Wrestling cannot be taught within a matter of months. Mike, we have beat you before, we could have beat you a couple of weeks back, now you and your partner Eddie, you will fail once again…


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I need to get to Emily…

The plane has landed and I feel my heart drop, my gut filled with butterflies, actually more like mosquitoes that feast upon my blood. Nothing in my mind is positive now, I keep thinking of the what if’s. What if she dies before I can reach her? What if my Family are disgusted with me for not being by her side? What am I going to do without my soul mate? My bones are concaving in as I feel pressure, a tight sensation that constricts my movements, my mind, I feel paralyzed. I feel lost without Emily by my side, I have known her ever since we were children, she has always been there for me. She is my everything.

I rush through the streets of Manchester, all the happy faces, the smiles, the winks, if only they knew. I get stopped for autographs, they want my attention, they crave my attention, but I carry on, my feet don’t stop, the tears, they don’t stop, the aching never stops. The puddles splash under my feet as I run. I fall and trip, but I keep moving forwards. I am nearly there, I am so close, I want to hold her hand, feel her skin, run my fingers through her hair and tell her everything will be fine. But I know it won’t be, not this time, this time the conclusion is of heart ache. The tears continue to flow hard. The puddles continue to splash. My breath gets louder as I begin to pant uncontrollably. I see the destination in the distance as I reach out, begging for time to be on my side, pleading with the Gods above. My love is waiting for me. Hang on Emily. It won’t be long now.


I need to get to Emily…

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The scene fades back in on Douglas. He seems to still be watching a few videos while he munches on some breakfast. The heat inside the apartment is unbearable as he unbuttons his shirt, resting back with his arms out raises on the top of the couch, relaxing on the smooth couch. Travis has been gone for a few hours now as Douglas has not moved an inch. As he fast forwards through a piece of action, he plays it once more. No blinking, no movement, focused completely on the competition. This match is one from a month back when the Storm Brothers got their biggest win against the current Global Tag Team Champions.


Daniels: “I can barely follow this! It’s chaos!”

Masters: “No, it’s ANARCHY!”

Covey picks Travis up, who was moving slowly to his feet. He holds him up by his hair, glancing out to the side of the ring, and he runs, hurling Travis up and over the ropes to the outside! Storm holds on, attempting to skin-the-cat! Covey notices and drives a knee home to the back of the skull! Storm hits the ground like a sack of potatoes!

Daniels: “Oh no, two on one! Fiscus has Douglas!”

Alan holds Douglas with his arms behind his back, and Matt Covey grins sadistically, picking up the steel chair! He winds up and rushes in with a swing, but Douglas breaks free and moves!

Masters: “LOOK OUT! NO!”

Covey stops just in time before braining his own partner with the chair! Alan flinches a little at almost being hit, and appears a bit surprised that he wasn’t. Just then, though Douglas charges Alan from behind with a waistlock, CRASHING right into Matt, the chair smashing between both of their heads! Still holding the waistlock, Douglas rolls backwards, rolling up Alan in a pinning predicament!
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Daniels: “The Storms did it! They won!”

Masters: “No way!!”

The bell rings and the fans go crazy, but the joy is short lived. Covey recovers and BLASTS Douglas right over the head with the chair! Travis rushes in from the outside, but Alan gets to his knees as he runs past, stopping Travis dead in his tracks with a low-blow! The crowd pours on the heat as the Two Man Apocalypse glare in anger! Fiscus is up, grabbing a doubled-over Travis by the hair. He points to Covey who makes a ‘gimmie’ gesture with his hands, and Fiscus shoves Storm over, Matt catching him and quickly tucking Travis’ head between his legs!

Daniels: “NO, PLEASE NO!”

BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!

Travis is spiked right on his head and he rolls onto the mat, unmoving. A constant stream of jeers resounds, but Anarchy Rising aren’t done yet. Covey picks Douglas up and shoves him towards Alan. Fiscus catches him, positions himself…

OVERTHROW ONTO THE CHAIR!

Syd and Steph get into the ring, carrying the titles. Stephanie hands Alan his, and Sydney offers Covey’s to him but he waves her away, so she hands that one to Alan as well. Fiscus Raises both belts high and Covey raises his fist, ‘Puritania’ begins to blare as the Two Man Apocalypse stand over the wreckage of their opponents.



Douglas pauses the action once again as we see Storm Brothers getting attacked by Fiscus & Covey straight after the match. Douglas glares at the screen, the picture stuck on the face of Alan Fiscus who is grinning with blood dripping down from his lip. The passion flares up in the eyes of Douglas as he sits forward once more, now beginning to talk out loud about the Tag Team Champions.

Alan, you can’t get past the fact that were British can you? It grates at your skin that a British team are threatening your Tag Titles. Not only are we threatening them, we have beat you and your bodyguard before, your seriously worried. You cannot take the fact you were out-wrestled by a pair of Brits. Well you know, we don’t all drink tea and listen to the Queen’s speech. We don’t all follow the Royal ass-clown Family. We don’t have those stupid posh accents and a cucumber stuck up our asses. Whether we are British or Spanish or German or American…That is not going to change the future of the Global Tag Team Titles. We are in CZW for good and that means we will stick with this Company, whatever Country it goes to. So Alan, get over yourself, get over the nationalities, this is about wrestling.

Now it is pretty obvious, your not going to play fair when it comes to these Titles, and if we thought you were, we would be just as dumb as you give us Brits credit for. Anarchy Rising, they are full of hungry challengers and people who have a desire to take control of CZW, but I can see you falling apart. Matt Stylez, a man who is so greedy for that World Title, it will blind his vision of teamwork. Thanatos, the man who had hopes pinned on him against the current World Champion, Jesse Montana. Well, I wonder Alan, are you going to sit back and watch your partners, whether it is Stylez, Thanatos or even your jacked up on coke bodyguard Covey, will you sit back and happily watch them become World Champion while you lose out once again? In fact, are you going to let this obsession with the World Title and Jesse Montana, are you going to let it eat you alive and put you off your game this week?

Inside Wichita, Kansas, your home town, the place Alan Fiscus was born, we will fight for the Global Tag Titles that you and Covey currently own. There is a good chance at the end, you will get booed out of the place you grew up, as these people will see you as the fake you are. You’re a former World Champion. You’re a former General Manager. You are currently one half of the Global Tag Champions. But Alan…You are also a disgrace. You have manipulated and mentally and physically destroyed many people on your conquest for glory, but we are different, we stick together like glue, you cannot break up a family, a Brotherhood, you cannot buy that sort of experience, that sort of connection. You cannot get into our heads by displacing our thoughts and criticizing the Country we were born in or the attempts at bullying your opponents. We have seen bullies all our lives and we always come out on top. Alan, I doubt you have the passion we do for these Tag Team Titles, you are greedy, you desire the World Title a sole purpose for your comeback, you want the Title which separates you and you alone from the rest, even your own partners. We are different Fiscus, we do not wish to hold the World Title, the TV Title, Eddie’s X Title, we want the Global Titles, the ones that solidify the work we have done for years and years in our dungeon, the years of training our Father has supplied us with, the years of waiting and the weeks of being here in CZW. We are Tag Team wrestlers through and through and while you and your partner attack some old lady in the street and getting just enough money to buy that gram of coke you need just to get by, thinking you have the World in the palms of your hands, we will be doing everything in our power to restoring CZW to the state it should be, a state where corruption fades away and the good take over once again. We are doing this for Ace King and El Pablo who you two showed no respect to. We do this for our Father who gave us everything. I do this for my Wife…MY DYING WIFE!!!

Covey, you sick son of a bitch, you want to talk about my wife, by personal life, you have made a mistake that will haunt YOU for life. I know you could not give a damn. Whether your Brother dies. Whether a woman dies. Whether my…MY WIFE DIES!!! You Don’t even care about your own partners. You Don’t give a damn about these belts you hold over your shoulder. You a man who cares only about hurting others, causing them pain. What Covey, did you have a bad childhood? Did your father whip you like the spoiled brat you are. You came into this business as a sheep for Montana. Now you’re a sheep to Fiscus. Your a joke. You don’t fight for the sport, you fight for the sheer fact it is the only place you can fight without being thrown in jail. Some people respect that, we are not those people, we respect this business, we respect the Titles. You can’t care about your partner much not giving a damn about these Titles. You two dissolve each other. You take drugs, your both as bad as each other, together you’re a sickening force which needs to be stopped. Matt…Your mind is screwed up, you talk about my wife, you talk about my relationship with my Brother, I don’t know what type of bedroom games you and your Brothers got up to, but I think it is just a Covey activity. You can tell from your eyes alone you snorted a line of coke just an hour before. Is that what a professional should be like? Jenny may like your monstrous behavior, she obviously likes monsters, she must have been up too late watching too many hookers on those long lonely streets, but your whole group just makes the red light district look like a damn churchyard. You’re a circus act.

You think you know what love is Covey? You think you know how it feels for me to watch not only the Woman I love, but my whole family crumble because of this? I would not expect you to understand, your far from a character I would choose as a friend. You cannot be trusted. Not even by your family members. It gets me thinking. How can you and Fiscus trust each other? When it comes to Travis and myself, we would die for each other, we are blood and unlike you, we take that to the grave, brothers should be the closest relationship on Earth, for you it is an opportunity to torture and bully. You can try and come and ‘kick our asses’ as you so politely put it, but we win matches for a living, after all, that is what this sport is all about, competition. You can’t even respect that can you? We will not let you and your curly haired friend get into our heads, we would not give you the pleasure, instead, we will fight you both for those Titles, the belts you hold with that sacrilegious claw you have, we will be there for the fight, but we will do it our own way, the Storm way…the legacy has just begun…


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I need to get to Emily…

I sit by her side, but she senses nothing, her eyes closed, her mouth and lips dry. I wonder what she is thinking, dreaming, if she knows I am waiting on her every move, if she knows I care. She seems so peaceful, so relaxed, her cute smile, her precious skin, the sexy freckles on her cheeks, her silky hair, her body restless but memories flood my mind. I remember when we were together, healthy, no care in the World, I was following my dream and she loved living with my family. It was perfect. It was all I knew, I guess this wasn’t to be, I guess I was never meant to spend my life with the woman of my dreams, maybe fate has other plans for me, deeper darker plans and I realize for the first time in my life, I have no control, I am scared for the first time in my life.

All the happiness has drained away. This was the part of my life that was all set, it was comfortable, easy, it was predictable, we love each other and we knew our future would be full of bliss. It was my competitive career that was on the rocks, we never knew what city we would fight in next, what company, what match, we had our Father’s guidance but we were amateurs. We were boys in a man’s World. But situations changed, after years of busting our asses each and every day, training and gathering experience, we finally got our break in CZW no less, America was there for us and we were destined to depart and follow our dream. Suddenly, everything dissolved as the one part of my life which was perfect turned to revulsion and we were back where we started. However, our passion for the sport has brought us to our first Title match. The biggest match we have ever been apart of, this could make us legends.

Now this. Now I must breath the same air Emily does, I need to reside in the same place, the same building, this is my life now.


I need to get to Emily…

I see my Father, I sense his presence as he stares through the glass door watching his son cry his heart out over the Woman he loves. I see her family, her Mother, what must she be going through? I know I cracking, breaking down, I feel my legs shaking beneath me, my arms tense up, my whole body reacting to this mental torment. My Family are by my side and watching as I fall into a somber. How will I recover? How can I live without my treasure? I wipe my face but the tears do not stop flowing, by lip does not stop quivering, maybe I can just lay my head down on her chest and die with her, close my eyes and this will all be over. We have never been apart. We could be together, forever, in death.

Wake up Emily. Wake up so I can talk to you, pour my heart out, let me kiss your lips and glaze into your eyes, falling away with you. Wake up so that I can laugh, smile, frown, cry with you. I know you only have a few hours left maybe, your state critical, at death’s door. I can feel the angels waiting for your spirit now, the reaper waiting to consume your soul. I want to fight them but I can’t. This is not a battle I can win anymore. I have lost. I have lost my soul mate.


I need to get to Emily…

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Douglas switches the TV screen off as he checks over his notepad. His head nodding and his eyes flowing along with the words. The time is now midday and Travis has still not arrived back at the apartment, Douglas starting to get concerned. He walks into the kitchen as he unloads the pots from the morning meal into the dishwasher, then pours himself a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice before sitting back down on the sofa. He seems bored. His eyelids weighing heavy on him as he lies back, breathing heavily as he closes his eyes softly.

RING RING…RING RING…

The peace and calmness for Doug abruptly gets cut off as the loud shrill sound of the telephone rings loudly, echoing throughout the whole apartment. His eyes shoot open as he sits forward. He begins to ponder over who it might be before reluctantly picking up the receiver. Douglas answers.

Hello…

Yes it is…

Excuse me…


All suddenly goes silent as Douglas begins to turn pale white, his eyes flickering over the items in front of him as slight droplets of teardrops flow down his cheeks.

Thank you…Goodbye…

Douglas stands up as he holds his hands in his pockets. He walks very slowly over to the couch as he sits back down, not blinking even one time. The tears flow hard as he sniffs inwards, lying back and screaming loudly, now beginning to break down in floods of tears. He holds his hands over his face as he drops to the floor, Douglas, a man broken with one phone call.

Emily…

Douglas drops his face to the carpet as he screams out in horrifically upsetting outbursts. He finds it hard to breath as the pain becomes too much. He runs over to the window as he begins to puke up saliva, dripping from his mouth as he screams out. Suddenly there is a knock at the door followed by a deep voice as they ask if Douglas is okay. Douglas screams yes then jumps onto the sofa as he pours his heart out, continuing to cry.

A few minutes go by as he dries his face, still looking pale green. Travis enters as he looks excited. He has a camcorder in his hand. Douglas sits forward on the seat, his eyes peeled on a certain object, a picture of Emily Weston Storm. She looks so happy, they both do, but now Douglas is left a broken man as Travis begins to speak.


Douglas, I did what you said… I got some major scoop on Fiscus and Covey.

Douglas remains serious, his eyes looking empty. He looks up to Travis…

Come on lets watch it now!!!!

Travis is still excited and begins setting up the Camcorder…

Travis, I just got a call…

Yeah okay, lets watch this… it’s awesome… you won’t believe some of this shit I got.

Douglas remains somber, he looks at Travis.

Travis, please…not now. I got a call… it’s…

Travis stops what he is doing and notices the look in his brother’s eyes. He, himself now starts to look worried…

What is it Douglas… what is it?

Douglas stands up as he wraps his arms around Travis and begins to break down into tears. Travis looks worried and confused as he strokes the back of Douglas’s head to comfort him. Douglas sniffs as he tries to calm himself down, now looking deep into the eyes of his Brother.

Travis…It was the doctor in Manchester…It…It is Emily…

Travis steps back as he drops the camcorder on the floor. Douglas continues to stare at his Brother as tears drip to the ground below. Douglas carries on as Travis quickly places a hand on the shoulder of Douglas.

Emily is having problems, complications they said. Travis…I am going to have to go back there…I have no other choice.

Travis looks down angrily, then kicks the camcorder as he holds his head in his hands. Douglas now places a hand on the shoulder of Travis.

I know man…I know…They say she may only have a few days to live…I can’t let her die alone.

Travis looks back up at Douglas, biting his lip and twitching his right eye in nervousness.

But Douglas…We have Title match…I have made the greatest documentary ever for this…

Douglas begins to breath heavily as his face turns dark red. He picks up the camcorder and throws it against the wall as it smashes to the ground. Travis looks scared as he tries to pick the pieces up. Douglas walks over and throws Travis against the wall as he pins him up, his teeth grinding, tears streaming down his face. Travis almost crying with fright.

You ungrateful little f**k…My wife is dying you immature brat and all you can think about it your camcorder…Look at the big picture here…f**k the documentary…f**k this match…I have my wife to consider…She means more to me than some pathetic attempt at getting one over on our opponents…I am breaking down here Travis…Can’t you see that?

Travis begins to sob as Douglas lets go, now beginning to pack up all of his possessions. Travis walks back over to his Brother as he pats him on the back. Douglas turns around as they hug once more.

I am sorry Douglas…I hope it works out well for you Brother…Go and be with Emily.

The scene fades as the Brothers hug, both emotional with the series of events that have transpired. Douglas now is on his way out and back to Manchester, England as Travis stays in Wichita, Kansas.

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I need to get to Emily…

The final hours are upon us as I begin to open my eyes to the fact Emily is waking. Finally I get my chance to talk to her and tell her how I feel, pour my heart out to her. I can say my final words. I can hear her voice once more in my ear. My heart pounds heavily, I feel it is breaking, escaping from my chest as she peels her beautiful eyes upon me and smiles. How can she smile now? She is so heavenly even in her last moments she still looks like an angel, positive and free. But does she know the truth? Can I tell her? I must share this moment and make the most of these last hours, with my love.

Emily. Can you hear me? I am so sorry I left you alone? I made the biggest mistake of my life. I am here now. Everything will be okay. I won’t let you go. Emily.

But I must leave you now. I know I am dying, lets not pretend. Douglas, I am so happy your by my side and I could not wish for a better husband, I have had the best life and shared it with the man I love. Now I shall die with the man I love. But Douglas. I want you to live and follow your dream. You deserve success and you will get it. I love you Douglas. Goodbye.

Emily. I love you more than I more than anything and these people expect me to carry on without you. How can I? What is the point? You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Emily.

We have had our time Douglas and it has gave us memories that will last forever, Our love for one another will last forever. Now you must follow your dream and make your family legacy last forever. I know how dear it is to you Douglas. Go Douglas…Go…Go…Go…

Emily…EMILY!!!!!!!!

She slips away as her last breath was her kissing my lips. The air fills with sour, bitterness, my skin gets possessed with goosebumps as the inevitable has finally happened. Emily Weston Storm is dead. What must I do now?

I need to…

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I am now back at the apartment. I am no longer in Manchester. I am now in Wichita, Kansas. My mind is made up. My decision has been made. Emily made it for me, but she was nothing but correct. My passion is with me more than ever before and I have nothing left in this World now. I must follow my dream and we must staple our legacy into the Wrestling hall of fame.

Travis is shown sitting watching Television while munching on some chips, lying with his feet up on the leather sofa. The usual happiness in his face has drained away as he sits, worried for his Brother and his wife. He is anxious or answers. Suddenly the door opens as Travis drops his chips, watching Douglas step through the door. The Brothers wear the same clothes as before, both looking rough. Travis switches the television off as he jumps up. Douglas has tears scrolling down his face but he smiles, Travis giving him a hug as Douglas whispers into the ear of his Brother Travis…

I need to win the Global Tag Team Titles!



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