boardwalk wrestling debut

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Your screen is black...before--


*STATIC*


Snow slices through the screen. And then? Nothingness. For a brief moment, the vision is left in the dark... before music slowly sifts through the speakers, playing over a field of black --





A whirring sound can be heard, as the screen flashes momentarily, intercut with static. The whirring slowly intensifies, a faint buzzing reverberates, the static and flashing begin to dissipate. As the sounds continue to echo, a face can almost be seen forming in the static. A face covered in a long mane of hair...seemingly smiling. The pace slowly, but surely begins to intensify...before a loud beat drops. The screen insantly goes black, as the song truly kicks in.

Images of gears in an old, rusty clock are displayed. Turning, and keeping The Machine churning...

A countdown then begins, ticking down with every beat...

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As the '2' flashes before the screen, static rips through, and we find ourselves gazing into a mirror. A mirror into the past few months... every scene depicting the cruelty The Future has caused Boardwalk Wrestling to suffer.

From Live #1, "The Living Legend" Amp reforming one of the most dominant groups in history. We look on as he, Anna Tan, and the Father/Son duo of Matt&Christian Cage laid waste to Rico Smith and Zybala. "The Immortal Icon" Dan Van Dam rushed to their aid...or so they thought. A handful of moments later, Smith & Zybala lie on the canvas...DVD holding the chair that cracked their skulls.

"Hours...
Spiral and coil into black.
Some remembered, some forever gone..."

We watch as many step up...and many fall. Elektra. Hightower. Gamble. Body after body. All fallen at the hands of The Future.


"Tragic...
We never get them all back.
The relentless march of time must still go on..."

The words of Amp ring loud and clear...

"Boardwalk Wrestling… Welcome to The Future! What you are looking at in this ring is a group of men and women who will be the money makers. All of you sitting in the crowd right now are going to pay your hard earned money to buy tickets, just HOPING that someone will be able to take us out… Keep spending that money, bitches…

"It ain’t gonna happen!"

More visions flash across the screen. Titles won. People injured...even killed. Two men leave the pack, forge their own existence. A Paradigm Shifts.

"The tide is turning.
Horizon's burning..."

Slowly? Change becomes clear. A New Horizon is upon us.

And a coffin is begging for a nail to be driven in.

"Your days are numbered.
Your Future has crumbled.

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The mirror shatters. The shards pour down in a crystal clear, 3D, HD effect...before they begin to swirl as if they were being spun in a tornado. They then scatter, and appear to rain down upon a shadow-encased roof. Early morning. The dawning of a new day.

5:55AM. Wednesday. May 28th. 2014.

"The Awakening"


The camera slowly emerged upon a scene... the rooftop of an arena that soon would play host to one of the biggest events in BW history. Live, and in living color...

He stood there, upon the roof's side, the camera a few feet away. He gazed over the edge, at the city below... a city corrupted by greed, money, power, and jealousy.

He spoke.

"...I watched from the shadows. The past few weeks, I looked on. I was gone, but I KNEW...what was goin' on. Every step along my journey to a new beginning, I watched. Watching, from rooftops just like this one.

"Looking down from my perch, gazing upon a laptop at the action that transpired below. Just as I will tonight. But on this night? I will not be content with merely being a spectator. No, for tonight..."

The figure then turned toward the camera. Eyes hidden behind darkness and the strands of hair that swept over his face. But a gleaming light could almost be seen. He stepped forward, shadow still encompassing his features. But a flowing trenchcoat could be made out...a long mane of hair... And a smile. He spoke.

"...tonight? Tonight calls for ACTION. 5...28...14. Mark that date. For y'see..." He reached into his trench, procuring an old, antique pocket watch. He held it by its chain, dangling it in the air as it gleamed in the moonlight. "...time only moves forward. How funny is it then, that a pack of jackals that call themselves 'The Future'...are so content with living in the past?"

The figure glanced up at the camera with a smirk. He pocketed the antique, before pressing onward.

"My return was foretold in the stars. Not in some gossip rag, not some dirt sheet. They always twist the facts, ALWAYS get things wrong. Never trust the words of small minds, and closed hearts.


"Jim Simmons. Long time, no see, right? I mean, if you follow the sheets, I'm sure you Believe you already have a good grasp on my identity. Good for you. You've taken a new course? Again...Good for you. Is it the Truth, however? Is it your heart speaking...or a veil? A screen behind the mirror. A mask. Jim...Only time will tell. But if you have taken a change for the better, since that night you helped put Daniel Kalis on the shelf? If this IS the 'real you'....Thank you. Some of us are slow learners. Some of us, slower than others. Myself included. But they say a tiger can't change his stripes?

"...they're wrong. I Believe in you, Jim. And I Believe you have a World Title in your future. If not now, if not on this night? Soon. Believe it."

With these words, he chuckled lightly to himself, before pacing a bit upon the rooftop.

"A little under a week ago, I made it official. May 22nd, I told the world, via video, I was coming to Boardwalk. And right here, right now? I make another announcement. Tonight, LIVE, at Dealer's Choice? It will be me, delievering to you, my FAITHFUL Storm-Chaserz, the DEBUT edition... of the Storm Front. And it is going to be..."

He stopped in his tracks, locking his eyes on the camera.

"...Explosive."

With that word, he once again chuckled softly. He then returned to his pacing for a moment...

"...Matt Meyhu. Dan Van Dam..." He then stopped once more, set his eyes dead-on with the camera. But this time, not a trace of sarcasm could be found. He glared, intently. Focused.

"...Amp. Tonight, just like good ol' Ricky, the three of you will be defending gold. Gold you earned?" He visibly shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose that's not for me to decide...that's up to you. You step into the ring on this night, you put the title on the line...you let fate play a part. But the outcome is ultimately yours to determine. You defend a championship with honor, with respect, with pride? You prove to the WORLD...The Future is now. The Future is here to stay. You prove the doubters wrong...you prove me wrong. You prove you belong."

He then breathed in heavily. Before letting out slowly...and continuing.

"...But. Meyhu, let's say you overlook Josh Jones. Let's say you take him lightly. You see a man who bakes, you see weakness?... I see a man who strays from the norm. I see a man who is confident in who he is, what makes him happy, and what makes his life meaningful. Matthew...I see a man stronger than you could ever hope to be. You toss the dice. Snake eyes. You're S.O.L....and you know what that means."

He laughs once again to himself...before pacing a bit. "And then, we got Amp and DVD. Boys, and no I cannot stress that word enough, BOYS..." He stops pacing, and turns an eye to the camera. Face covered beneath long strands of hair, but eyes that pierce through. Dead-locked.

"...boys. Let's set one thing straight. Let's make ONE THING, perfectly clear. Clear as crystal. Despite what you may believe. Despite what you've been led to expect. The man you two ran into the ground? The man you dismantled, piece by piece, bit by bit? He is not the man that stands on this roof. He is NOT the man that will be in this arena, on this night, watching the two of you defend those tag straps. Because this man? Is more than a man. In more ways than one. And this person, ME? The Storm?....I will be praying to Goddess. That Smyth, Smith, Simmons and KC3 bring the both of you to your knees. Break you. HOBBLE you. As the two of you helped do unto Daniel Kalis.

"...because if they don't?

"I will. Believe it."

He glares intently into the camera...before cracking a smile.

"Annnd... I thank you, also. For driving The Storm. For pushing The Storm's buttons. For degrading him. Running him down...Why, you may ask?

"You reawoke me.
iAm-- ReBorn.





"ONE Drop. That's all it will take. To leave you LAYING in a pool of your own blood. You underestimate me, you doubt The Smyth and Smith Connection. You hold down people like Zybala, Ayers, Awe.Some, SIMMONS...You twist a man like Corby, a GOOD man, into a man willing to do your bidding. And if you can't use them? You abuse them, and discard them like trash. Riddle me this, Future. You feel as if you're somehow superior?

"The Truth is? You're delusional. You are hellBENT on bringing down any who oppose you. Belittling them, making them feel as if things will always remain the same. You think they won't fight back, and if they do? You'll have their number.

"Boys...
You are sadly mistaken."

"People like me? People like Amy Jo Smyth, we have something in common. Perhaps even moreso than she realizes. We buck the stereotype. We do what it takes to be heard. By any means necessary.

"We ARE...The Voices of the Voiceless. I step between the ropes in the name of more than the person I see in the mirror... I battle in the name of a community. MY community. My people. OUR people.

"And tonight, Amp, Danny-boy. You two will be among the first to drop. To realize, that we are more than words. More than protests and picket signs. More than disposable commodities. MORE...than flies in your web.

"We...are...ONE.

"In a world of bodybuilders, Hollywood-wannabes, supermodels and carbon copied plastic mannequins?"

"...We are the exception to the rule."

"You wanna play 'king' and reign over this business? We CARE about this business. The business that gave us hope in our youths. The business that made us Believe. When we do something for this industry, for this company? We do it for them. When we say something, we MEAN IT. And while people like The Future would sell their own mothers down the river if it'd mean one more title in their collecton?

"...I wouldn't sell my soul for all the gold in Fort Knox..."

He then began to inch closer and closer to the camera, his fierce gaze piercing the lens, as he glared through his flowing locks.

"My court is a roundtable of men and women who don't serve me. They don't serve AJ, they don't serve Rico. They serve this industry. You can think of us as you will, but know this. What we do? We do for YOUR own good. That's right, Amp, Cage...YOUR own good. Because you don't know what's best for business. You THINK you do, you SAY you do. But you don't. We fight so that this business may persevere. We grew UP...on this business. We didn't have a THING handed to us, we grew up on streets just like those I stand above right now. We fought every day of our lives, scraped, clawed, busted our ASSES. And when we got home from school? We had to find a solace. We found wrestling, we found a world we could escape into and out of the hell we called reality.

"We fought Valiantly. We were Warriors. And we still are."

The figure paused for a moment, before turning his sight toward the night sky. The stars shone brightly upon him, illuminating his features a bit. But not quite enough...

"...doubt us. Go on. Doubt us, overlook us, look DOWN on us. Spit on us, kick us aside, USE US. Tell us to play by YOUR rules, YOUR list of demands. Try to conform us. Try to confine us to your little box. Try to break us down and fit us into YOUR mold. Try to assimilate us, and when we refuse? Cast us aside like garbage.

"TRY...and hold us down."

He then breathed in deep, once more...before letting it out.

"For if you do?
We...will...rise.
Beat us down,
Knock us to the ground?
And we will rise.

"BEG for us to pack our bags and go home.
We won't.
We. WILL. Rise.

Stack the odds against us,
Chew us up, spit us out,
Leave us for DEAD?"

As that last word left his mouth, the figure turned his eye sharply to the camera. Despite the cover of hair and shadow, an unbridled fury visibly resided in his eyes. He stared through a veil of darkness, directly into the camera...


"We.
Will.
Rise.


"Just call us The Iron Bank.
Because we WILL have our due.

...Bring an umbrella."


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From here survival is up to you

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Choose your decisions wisely

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Change starts with me

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Remember, if you don't stand for something? You might fall for anything, because...

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"His End. Is Where iBegin."





"It only takes one.
The preceding announcement has been brought to you...

"... by The Storm.
Ladies and gentlemen of Boardwalk Wrestling...WELCOME. To Dealer's Choice.

"Place your bets...
It's Showtime."


“Some people are afraid of what they might find if they try to analyze themselves too much,
But you have to crawl into your wounds to discover where your fears are. Once the bleeding starts, the cleansing can begin.”[/font]

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“It’s the Iron Bank. … You can’t run from them, you can’t cheat them, you can’t sway them with excuses.

"If you owe them money, and you don't want to crumble yourself? You pay them back.”

~ T¥WiN[/font]

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