Sorry...About Your Damn Luck

[Kevin]

(3 Weeks Ago)
SORRY, ABOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK!
“Longnecks and Rednecks” blares over the PA system. There is a very mixed reaction from the crowd in Fort Lauderdale. Out comes the new EBWF Breakout Champion, James Storm. He is wearing blue jeans, cowboy boots, his trademarked Beer Hunter shirt, his usual sunglasses, and the famous Cowboy Hat. In one hand was a six pack of Budweiser. In the other was a microphone. Around his waist was the EBWF Breakout Championship. He did not even make it all the way to the ring, when he started talking.
James Storm: Cut my god damn music!
The crowd responded heavily with boos, only a few, faint cheers could be made out in the crowd.
James Storm: Aww. Boo hoo your god damn selves.
Storm made his way into the ring, and proceeded to crack open a beer real quick before addressing the crowd.
James Storm: Now listen, I thought it was mighty unkind of those in charge of this show to rid you people of my presence tonight, so I’m taking matters into my own hands. Like I said last week when they made me film some stupid god damn show, I would be your new breakout champion. Let’s go over my track record real quick, shall we?
I show up here, beat Bobby Roode in less than 5 minutes. And then the coward that we all know he is, he has not been seen in EBWF since.
Then Batista…
The crowd erupts chanting Batista.
James Storm: That’s cute, it really is. Tell me, how did his stitches look last week on Warfare? But don’t worry, more on him later. Then last week, in only my third match in EBWF, I won a championship.
The crowd begins booing.
James Storm: What’s a matter now? Your little pretty boy from Long Island let you down? What were you expecting? I told you last week that he is not a man. But you people are just too dang stupid to listen.
But hell, I should have known that already. You all idolize everything fake in this world. Hell, people like you are the reason our society is so damn messed up. You’re the kind of people like Zack Ryder, except you don’t have jobs. You go out buying $12 beers at a club with a $30 cover, but you don’t pay your bills on time.
The crowd is once again booing.
James Storm: Yea, go ahead and keep booing. That don’t change anything though. All of you lazy asses are still just gonna sit down, and do nothing and expect things to be given to you. As you saw last week, that is not how I operate. I took this Breakout Title.
Jim Ross: More like stole it
Jerry Lawler: JR, be careful. You know he has a mean streak.
James Storm: Now I am the Breakout Champion. There was a triple-threat match with all the new stars last week and who won? Batista. So we can accept that he’s better than the fat guy with sharpie on his face, and the crazy puppet waving Italian. And I beat him. I already beat Zack Ryder too. So this title, I’ve already conquered. Who’s left?
I’ve been champion for 1 week and I’m already the greatest Breakout Champion this company has ever seen, but that’s not saying anything. For people like Zack Ryder, this belt was good enough. Not for me.
Yet I have to be left out of tonight, and CM Punk gets a victory speech. Let me make one thing clear. I’m better than CM Punk! He doesn’t know it yet, but there will come a day he finds out. So if he gets a victory speech, then I get to come out here and do the same thing.
If you people have a problem with me, you’re in for a long ride. Because this is just my beginning. This is only my first step. You hate me now? Imagine when you see me holding that World Heavyweight Championship.
Imagine when I conquer everything there is too conquer in this company. Imagine when I prove to each and every one of you what a real man is. A man that drinks beer, shoots whiskey, hunts, and fights. A man that’s not afraid of whooping someone’s ass to prove a point. A man that will tell you exactly what he is going to do, and then will go out and do it.
So let’s make this clear. Right now, I am your EBWF Breakout Champion. Don’t get used to it, because it won’t be long before I win another title and vacate this belt. This belt that is well below me, I might add. But when that day comes, I’ll be right back here once again saying ‘I told you so!’
I’ll drop this belt in a ditch and watch Batista, Tensai, Ryder, and Santino all claw over it like a pack of desperate, hungry wolves. I don’t claw for scraps. That’s the job for people like them. So this is your warning, all of you. You morons here, you lazy asses watching at home, you guys in the back, you all have been warned. “The Cowboy” is here to stay, and he means business. And it won’t be long until I have another belt to add to my trophy case. You got a problem with that? Oh well, I’m SORRY, ABOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK!
James Storm’s music hits again. He finishes what is now beer number 3, and walks to the back. EBWF goes to commercial break.
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(2 Weeks Later)
It has been 6 weeks. 6 weeks since James Storm had debuted in EBWF. He had seen a lot of success in his time at his other promotion, being a former World Champion and all. But in his 6 weeks at EBWF, he has had 3 matches. He took it to Bobby Roode in a brief, but physical altercation. He cracked a beer bottle over Batista’s head, making him dawn the proverbial crimson mask and in turn giving Storm the win in the first blood match. Then he took on Zack Ryder for the EBWF Breakout Championship. He won. He was 3-0. But it has been 2 weeks since.
2 weeks since “The Cowboy” has been seen on TV. 2 weeks since he has had a match. 2 weeks since he apologized to somebody for their doomed misfortunes. But he figured he was being overlooked anyway. EBWF’s website has their 6 top stories; he’s never been there, even winning a title. Santino made it there for beating Batista. Storm made Batista bleed. So for the last 3 weeks, the chip on his shoulder, which had been shrinking, was growing rapidly during the final Warfare before the Royal Rumble.
It was Storm’s turn for his EBWF Royal Rumble snippet promo, where he would give why he was going to win in 15 seconds or less. So it was the typical thing. Storm stood there in his entrance gear, cowboy hat and long trench coat. Behind him was the green screen so EBWF could edit in the Royal Rumble fixture. When it was time to go, Storm stared into the camera with an unrivaled intensity. He then went on to speak with conviction, passion, and toughness all condensed into 15 seconds.
James Storm: Nobody leaves a place where they are a champion unless they know they can succeed where they are going. People say this is the big leagues. I say bring it! I’m sick of hearing about how damn great people think they are. I don’t say what I’m gonna do, I just go do it! And on Sunday I will win the Royal Rumble. To all of you competing, Sorry! About your damn luck!
He walked away right from the shoot. There was no take 2, no edit, no different pose. He knew what his attitude was going into this match, and that was reflected in his brief, albeit impactful promo. He had 3 weeks to sit back and watch, it was now time to let the animal out of his cage.
As he was walking towards the locker room, he realized Warfare was coming to an end soon. If he wanted to make a statement the time was now. The crowd was awaiting a big moment for the end of the show. Would it be champion CM Punk? Perennial contenders John Cena, Randy Orton, or Edge? The crowd was buzzing, when Storm decided to take matters into his own hands. During a commercial break he walked out, when he got behind the curtain, he yelled to a crew member.
James Storm: HIT MY DAMN MUSIC!
The crew member spoke into his headset right away, communicating to the production crew to get the music on. The music blared through the arena.
SORRY! ABOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK!
“Longnecks and Rednecks” blared through the arena. The crowd gave a mixed reaction. James Storm walked out, still in his trunks, black trench coat, and black cowboy hat with the Breakout Championship around his waist. It wasn’t his traditional slow paced walk to the ring. It was a fast power walk with a very no nonsense attitude. He grabbed a microphone at ringside, hopped into the ring and then began to address the crowd.
James Storm: Yea, I know. Not the face most of y’all were expecting to see. But I don’t care what y’all were expecting. I’ve been shut out of my job for 3 god damn weeks, and I’m not having anymore of it.
The last time y’all saw me, I beat Zack Ryder to win this!
James Storm unstrapped the Breakout Championship from his waist and held it up for the crowd to see, which once again garnered a mixed reaction. There was a decent pop, nothing roof blowing, but it was noticeable.
James Storm: That was the first week of this month. I’ve been kept to the side since then, and I don’t know why! But this is me putting an end to it. Because that’s what I do. I’ve come to except the fact that when I want something done, I have to do it myself. EBWF doesn’t wanna put me on the show? That’s fine. I put myself on this show.
And why do I wanna be on the show? It’s the same reason I came here to begin with. In any profession you should strive to be the very best at what you do. If I played football I’d want to be an all-pro superbowl winner. If I were a politician I’d want to make the standard of living in whatever area I governed the highest there ever was. Hell, if I was a damn Wal-Mart greeter I’d be the best damn Wal-Mart greeter this world had ever seen!
But my profession is wrestling. I am a professional wrestler. Football players don’t dream of Arena League. They might start there, but there is a greater goal. That is why I’m here. To prove to myself once and for all that I am one of the greatest professional wrestlers that has ever lived. And how does one do that?
By becoming the World Champion here at EBWF. I’ve been a World Champion before, but not in “the big leagues.” If I do it here, I can do it anywhere. And all that stands between me and that title shot is 29 other men.
Now those 29 other men have all gotten their face on the website, and get their promos each week, and are thrown in to the show regularly. People think they can just forget about “The Cowboy,” the beer drinking, deer hunting, rifle shooting redneck. I don’t make many promises, but my one promise is after the Royal Rumble NOBODY will forget James Storm.
I stand before you probably the only man on this roster undefeated, untied, a perfect 3-0. Why it’s not more than that you’d have to ask the people in charge here. But after the Royal Rumble, when I stand in here again as not only the Breakout Champion, but the number one contender for the World Championship, then everyone will realize what James Storm is about. So all of you in the Rumble….SORRY! About your damn luck!
James Storm drops the microphone and walks out. No music, nothing. His eyes still covered by his sunglasses. The few angles the camera gives shows fans with a shocked look on their face. Maybe he was not the name they expected, but he may have just made his case as somebody to watch out for.
The EBWF managed to stay on commercial break during Storm’s promo. He was only seen by those in the building and those in the back. One of those in the back was Stephanie McMahon who was waiting by the curtain for Storm to arrive backstage. When he arrived she wasted no time walking right up to him.
Stephanie McMahon: Excuse me, James! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!
James Storm: I’m taking charge of my career, that’s what I’m doing.
Stephanie McMahon: You were not scheduled to be out there.
James Storm: I have not been scheduled to do anything for the last 3 damn weeks! I enjoyed receiving my free paycheck but it got real boring real fast. You don’t wanna use me, fine! But I ain’t gonna sit back and lose everything I’ve worked for.
Stephanie McMahon: You don’t get to dictate what you do around here.
James Storm: Well somebody has to, and none of you back here are doing it! You sure as hell ain’t doing it. So who gets to then?
Stephanie McMahon: Everybody gets fair treatment on the schedule on par with their abilities. You…
James Storm: Fair treatment?! I beat Batista in a First Blood match and within a week pinned Zack Ryder for the Breakout Championship and I don’t get my picture on the website. But Santino decides he is going to stop using a damn sock puppet and he gets a headline? You wanna talk about fair treatment. It don’t exist, so I’m making my own fair treatment. I’m seeking my own justice. I was born and raised in the South. Not Miami south.
These fools with their damn pop music and pansy drinking and all the damn billboards. No! I mean the real south. We hunt, we farm, we shoot, we drink, the right way I may add, we fight. We don’t need any of that TMZ gossip crap. Don’t resolve my fights with cameras or keyboards or chatter. I resolve my fights with my fists, the way any true southerner does it.
You let Rock come out with his 1 million catchphrases, Cena talk about rising above, and all these morons go crazy on twitter with their personal and social lives. Were professional wrestlers God Damnit! And you just keep promoting this soap opera crap.
If that’s the ability you’re looking for. Then maybe you should only use me 1 week out of every 4.
Stephanie looked a little shocked at the attitude Storm had just taken with her. I mean, he has only been an EBWF Superstar for 6 weeks. He has only fought 3 matches in this company. Yet, there he was raising his voice to one of the most powerful executives in the history of the industry. But there’s a theme with everything James Storm has done since he came to EBWF: Conviction. He has spoken with a clear purpose, fought with an unrivaled intensity, and conducted himself in a very passionate demeanor. There’s nothing held back about what he does.
Stephanie struggled with what to say to him, and when she would normally impose her authority and establish herself as the one with power in the conversation, James Storm had left her shocked. She went to the best thing she could think of.
Stephanie McMahon: Listen, James. We uh, we have a show to put on. You have not been here long enough or done enough to stand here and raise your voice to me. I could suspend you for this. If you keep this conduct up, I could fire you. I have the power to get rid of you.
Her words were powerful. The demeanor in which she said them was not. James Storm took off his sunglasses, shot her the same look he had given to the camera earlier, and made some challenging comments.
James Storm: Maybe I haven’t done enough because my entire time here has been spent on the sidelines. But go ahead; suspend me, fire me. Do whatever you want. Tell me I’m not supposed to be at the Royal Rumble. Just remember, I wasn’t supposed to be in the ring just now either.
James Storm walked away as Stephanie glared in his direction.

[Ashlee]

That's a whole lot of god damns in the first 5 sentences. lol

Also a big ole wall of text! :)

[Kevin]

Yea, it's not even the finished product but my computer broke and I copied and pasted an attachment from my phone, I hated the way it came out too lol