A Heroes Tale: Let The Blood Flow

The blood remained, smeared over his forehead painting a grotesque picture of violence. Though he wasn't put off by it, in fact, it fueled him.

He was enraged, everything that transpired had happened so fast and all he could was watch, as his manager and agent, Gregory Murphy, struggled in the grips of Samhain.

The monster of a man proclaimed to be 'Hell's Refuse', who dropped Murphy from the heavens and onto a tombstone, right in front of him, as he struggled in the grips of Sergei Ivanov.

The man he had beaten moments before. He ran his fingers through his red dyed hair, standing in the corridors of the backstage area. He winced as he did, biting down on his lip to try conceal the pain but he couldn't.

STORM: "This is the road you wanna go down, huh?"

He asked rhetorically, maniacally chuckling to himself afterward before he continued.

STORM: "This, is what you revert to? Attacking bystanders, tryna get to me because you couldn't get the job done in the ring when it mattered. What the fuck is all that about? Look, I get it, Ivanov, you must be pissed of, having beaten the living lights out of me for most of the match, you still couldn't get the job done.

You lost. I won.

And you couldn't handle that shit, so you had Samhain to come out and do your dirty work... so what are you now, some sort of bitch who has to get others to get shit done? Is that what this is, Ivanov? Are you just some, fucking fraud, who's answering to some other monster?"

Once again he chuckled maniacally, his emotions evidently high as he tried to calm himself down. 

STORM: "I gotta say, I thought better of you, especially after the shit you put me through. But nah, it's just like you said... this place, is for the awful. And you and Samhain, you might be the worst of them all. You say there's no place for heroes here, and that might be true.

I'm looking around this place and there's a couple idiots and assholes floating around EVERYWHERE. But still, I'm drawn to this place, still, I wanna stick around and be here. I'll be that light at the end of the tunnel, I will be that beacon of hope, ready to fight the good fucking fight! That's what you wanted isn't it! And that's exactly what you got! You see this!"

He rubbed his forearm over his forehead, opening the wound and allowing the blood to flow. He closed his eyes for a moment, as his signature smirk plastered over his lips. 

STORM: "This doesn't phase me, you can make me bleed, I'm all for it! But when you get Greg involved, that's where you cross a motherfuckin' line, Ivanov. That man can't fight for shit and you know it and took advantage of it and now Greg is in the fucking hospital. You're lucky he's got good medical care asshole, cause fuck... I swear." 

He wanted to cry, but he wouldn't, holding back everything as he held his hair in place, standing still for only a moment, before turning his attention back to the camera. 

STORM: "If the both of you wanna play these games, then so be it, I'm fucking in. I don't care about the fact you're both bigger than me, and stronger than me... fuck all that shit, I don't care. The fact remains when it matters most, I get the job done and when I'm in a fight, I don't stop until that bell rings and my arm is raised victor, but the both of you...

You deserve a special kind of ass whoopin', one that goes beyond the bell, one that extends a little further. There's one thing I know I have to do, and that's drive my fucking knee through both of your skulls! 

The seven foot monster, I don't give a shit if my man is from hell, like I said already, I've already been there! I've got the coupons, been there and already done that shit. Samhain, you may be a monster but like I've already proven, I'm a man made for slaying them! I'll slay them all till the end of my days dammnit, and Samhain, you're next! You may have taken Greg out, but you've only awakened something else doing so. Let the blood flow, I'm all for it. From Your Hero, and Mine."

The scene gradually faded out as Storm allowed his signature smirk to cement over his lips once more.