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Ring Name: "The Tennessee Cowboy" James Storm
Ht/Wt: 6', 245
Hometown: Leiper's Fork, TN
Manager: "The Pride of Tennessee" Miss Jackie Moore
Record: 01/00/00
Trophy Case: Contracted by WIW; assigned to Fusion.

The Woman Behind the Curtain

Credits

Banner by me; Inspiration from Faded Love Designs
and DDG.

What'd I Miss?

Storm easily overcame the so-called challenge of the Battle Royal, but now he's against Booker T and Matt Hardy. How will this end?

Roleplay

Scene 1
A Rude Ass Wake Up Call

As the scene opens up, we're inside James' locker room, where he's seen comfortably sleeping on the black leather couch. His black cowboy hat is covering his face, blocking out any light that could bother him. He mutters something in his sleep as he shifts his weight to get more comfortable. As always, a beer bottle is in his hand, but it seems to be empty, seeing that it didn't spill on him as his hand goes limp on his stomach. Not even the opening and closing of the door off to his right wakes him as someone comes into the room. An irritated sigh is heard coming from the person just before they come into view. Of course, it's Miss Jackie, dressed nicely in a tan cowboy hat, black shirt, shiny red pants, and black boots. Compared to James' black shirt with the sleeves ripped out, black jeans, boots, and of course, the cowboy hat, she looks exceptionally better. Leaning over, she talks to the still sleeping Storm.

[[ the pride of tennessee ¤ miss jackie moore ]]
Do I have to go through this again? Storm! Get your ass up. We got shit to do.

[[ the tennessee cowboy ¤ james storm ]]
-muttering- Just two more beers..

[[ the pride of tennessee ¤ miss jackie moore ]]
No, not two more beers... come on.. get your ass up.

She smacks him on the chest so hard, the sound of her hand connecting with his clothed chest is heard loud and proud. The sting of it raises him off the couch, cursing like a sailor. He brings his hand up and fixes his hat onto his head before looking at Jackie.

[[ the tennessee cowboy ¤ james storm ]]
Damn, woman! What the hell was that about? You do know you interrupted a damn good dream, right? I was the middle of a real nice sandwich with a blonde and a brunette as the bread.. they were drunk as hell and up for anything, yet I wake up to YOU! What the hell do you want now... and it better be good.

He goes to take a sip out of the bottle in his hand, but notices it's empty and tosses it to the side. Pointing at the mini fridge in the opposite corner of the room, he tells Jackie something while he rubs his face with the other hand, trying to wake up.

[[ the tennessee cowboy ¤ james storm ]]
If you're gonna yap, get me a beer. At least do that much.

Sighing, she goes over to the fridge, yanks it open, grabs a beer, and shuts the door of the appliance before going back over to him and handing him the beer.

[[ the pride of tennessee ¤ miss jackie moore ]]
Happy now?

[[ the tennessee cowboy ¤ james storm ]]
Not unless you got some girls hiding somewhere.

[[ the pride of tennessee ¤ miss jackie moore ]]
Well too bad I don't.. now listen up. This week you have a tag team match.. you and Robert Roode against Booker T and Matt Hardy. Management is expecting you to make some sort of statement about it out in the ring.

[[ the tennessee cowboy ¤ james storm ]]
Roode? Robert Roode's here and I gotta team with him again? Aww dammit..

[[ the pride of tennessee ¤ miss jackie moore ]]
What's wrong with Roode? I thought you guys worked well together back in TNA.. a bit different in style, but that didn't seem to be a problem.

James stands up and looks down at her, his hat shading his eyes.

[[ the tennessee cowboy ¤ james storm ]]
Didn't seem to be a problem? We worked well together? What damn company were you in, Jackie? Yeah, we were different in 'style'... if you mean his was so damned gaudy he crushed mine. It was like Flair teaming with Dustin Rhodes.. no, wait.. not Rhodes.. I wouldn't be that fat fuck if someone paid me to. Just go with it, alright? His fuckin shiny robes looked like they belonged on Liberachi instead of some rich ass dude.

[[ the pride of tennessee ¤ miss jackie moore ]]
Well whatever you think, you have to team with him this weekend.

[[ the tennessee cowboy ¤ james storm ]]
'Ginst who again?

[[ the pride of tennessee ¤ miss jackie moore ]]
Booker T and Matt Hardy. Now come on.. they gave us a set time to be out there and I wanna at least try to keep it. You need the exposure.

[[ the tennessee cowboy ¤ james storm ]]
-grins- I know how to get some exposure without doin' all this.

[[ the pride of tennessee ¤ miss jackie moore ]]
How?

[[ the tennessee cowboy ¤ james storm ]]
Get me those two women I mentioned, and I'll get all the exposure I need.

He gets whacked on the back from Jackie as he laughs before leaving the room. With that, the scene fades out to a commercial break.

Scene 2
If I Gotta...

When the scene fades back in, the cameras are viewing the audience in their seats, some of who stand up and yell like idiots. You know, your usual wrestling fans. The cameras eventually settle on the entranceway as the crowd gets quiet. They see this on the screen above the entrance, so they know something's about to happen. As if on cue, a familiar phrase blares out over the PA system.

"SORRY.... 'BOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK."

The fans split thierselves down the middle with half of them cheering for him and the other half jeering him as his music kicks in and his video plays on the big screen. The lights flash different colors and he strolls out, mic in one hand, and the open beer from before in the other. Miss Jackie, of course, is right behind him with a stern look on her face. He seems to have changed shirts between scenes, as the shirt he was previously wearing was the same one from last night's night out. He's now wearing a white t-shirt with the "Storm's Bar & Grill" logo on it.

As he makes his way down the ramp, he raises the mic to his mouth and says something.

[[ the tennessee cowboy ¤ james storm ]]
I wasn't gonna come out here, but since she.. -points behind him to Jackie- ..said I just HAD to, here I am, so be fuckin happy she's here, or you wouldn't be seein' me right now.

He continues his way down the ramp and makes his way up the steps before walking onto the apron and getting into the ring, leaving Miss Jackie to get in on her own. His music stops as he raises the beer bottle in a toast to the crowd then brings his hand back down by his side. Walking around a bit, he collects his thoughts before he starts.

[[ the tennessee cowboy ¤ james storm ]]
Now before I came out here, Jackie told me about this match I have this weekend. Some of you might've heard about it already. Me and Robert Roode against Booker T and Matt Hardy. I can't believe this crap. I left TNA to get away from people like Roode, and he shows up here, trying to cash in on my new start. Apparently it DOESN'T pay to be Roode, or he wouldn't have left for a bigger contract. Face it, though. At least I don't have to team up with some loser I don't know.. like Lesnar.

The fans cheer wildly, supporting that opinion. Everyone knows Lesnar sucks by now, so it's no big surprise. Most of them are sure that any woman on the roster could beat him, so in retrospect, that's pretty bad.

[[ the tennessee cowboy ¤ james storm ]]
Since this is my tv time and I can do with it what I want-- -Jackie taps him on the shoulder, making him look at her as she shakes her head no.- Hell.. then I guess I'll start with the one guy I actually know something about in this damn thing. Booker T. Now Booker, we've had a history. Back in two-thousand-seven, you, LAX, and Scott Steiner beat me, Roode, Hoyt, and Rave in that Christmas Chaos match.. then there was the time back in April of this year when you, Sting, and BG James beat me, Roode, and Kip James. Alright, I guess two matches aren't exactly a history, but you get the point. We know each other. Whoopee-fuckin-do, right? Well this weekend's match is just another one to put down in the books for us. Thing is, like it or not, this time WE'RE gonna win, and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it.

Grinning, he takes a few sips of beer from his bottle as the fans split thierselves down the middle again. Half cheering for Storm to beat Booker, the other half against it. Surprisingly, it looks like Booker has a few fans in the crowd... the morons. After he's swallowed the beer, he just continues on like he didn't hear a damn thing the fans have been saying.

[[ the tennessee cowboy ¤ james storm ]]
Then there's some guy named Matt Hardy. I can only guess that he's some relation to that one guy that was in TNA before.. Jeff Hardy, I think it was. Ya know, the freaky little one with all the damn hair colors. Maybe it's his brother or somethin. Anyhow, this little dude says he ain't gonna die, says he's full of Mattitude - whatever the hell that is - and says he's gonna win. Well ya know what I say? I say he IS gonna die, and that he's full of bullshit. Ain't no way somebody can't die. Everybody dies sometime, and yeah, he may be younger than most around here, but whether he likes it or not, he's gonna die when his time is up. Ya can't dodge death, little Hardy boy. Ya also can't dodge me... and maybe Roode, if you're lucky. This weekend, Hardy... you're going down and out... just like your little brother did.

Storm tosses the mic to the ring announcer as his music starts up again. Raising the beer bottle in another toast-like gesture, he takes the last few sips out of it and gets out of the ring, Miss Jackie following behind him as he makes his way to the back. Will Roode and Storm win this week, making Storm 2 and 0, or will Booker T get yet another win over Storm? We'll see this weekend at Fusion.