Fade in. In darkness stands a figure. A spotlight flickers on to reveal the prosthetic-masked Steve Storme, dressed in his usual all-black suit. He exhales heavily, reflecting on his time in CGS and caw. With hands in his trouser pockets, he is motionless in the white light – true emotions obscured by the mask. Storme: Maybe the booking wasn’t original enough. Maybe the feuds were too repetitive. Maybe the storylines were stale and unbalanced.
Or maybe you should have cared more. Maybe you should have put some work in. Maybe you should have given a fuck like I did. Yeah, you can claim I walked out a couple times when this place was on its knees – but only when I knew death was inevitable. I won’t take the moral high-ground – I used CGS/CAW. It was somewhere to vent my frustrations and channel repressed emotions into something constructive. I took the job because I thought I could enhance that process for myself and others. I tried to encourage. I formed groups that I didn’t need for the purpose of creating more interesting storylines. I contacted you with feedback – be it positive or negative – and advice for what you should do next with your character. I tried to help you.
But you didn’t really care, did you? This fucking promo is better quality than what half the roster have EVER produced – and it’s not even for a match. There’s something in this promo lacking in damn near everyone of yours: passion. I put more effort into something “needless” because I take pride in my work and I CARE for this fed. Or at least what’s left of it...
To everyone that has been around for hours on results day but still no-showed, fuck you.
To everyone that has no-showed without having the decency to inform me in advance, fuck you.
To everyone that has told me they would show despite countless instances in the past suggesting otherwise, fuck you.
And don’t bother apologizing because it’s far too late. I don’t even want your bullshit words. They can’t change the state of this fed. They can’t turn back time to when I put my heart and soul into this shit. That me is dead. I’m tired of racking my brain for ideas to spark interest so that people actually talk about the angles going on. Instead of leaving every single creative decision about your characters to me, you never bothered to pitch a damn thing. You all participated as little as possible. You had no enthusiasm for this game. The closest we get is a couple of you bolding a few names.
You know why I’m the most decorated? You know why I was voted as the greatest of all-time? Because nobody’s worked harder than I have. I may have phoned it in against a no-showing opponent but when it mattered, I have NEVER let you down. All you have is your word and I don’t break mine unless I have no option. When I was busy, I would make time. I would sacrifice. Instead of that extra half an hour wasted on some “talent” show or ego-tripping social network, I would ensure I put something half-decent out.
Why? Because, to an extent, I respect any opponent that tries to defeat me. Most of you selfish miscreants have allowed your opponent to post work they’ve spent hours on, knowing well in advance you had no intention of producing something yourself. That’s thinking only of yourself.
When CGS was down, I saved it from death. And behind every acclaimed GM of 2009 was my booking. I didn’t take the credit for that. I didn’t seek praise for my efforts. I did it because I wanted the best for the fed. That’s always been my aim, and if it means I have to grand slam the titles twice over because I’m the one that deserves it most, then so be it. I wasn’t corrupt – no matter what jealous snakes will say behind my back. There was always staff voting behind the scenes. I wouldn’t want a tainted win or title. It doesn’t mean a thing if you haven’t earned it.
Who really is the greatest? It’s your call. Everyone has their own opinion. I’m not trying to be everyone’s greatest. That’s impossible. There is no universal consensus on what is the best from an artistic perspective. If you don’t rate my work then that’s okay – but don’t ever deny that I have been VITAL to this fed. The on and off-screen accomplishments and contributions are literally countless. I wasn’t the Saviour of CGS I claimed to be but I was by far the closest thing to it.
Remember me, above all else, as the man who rises to every occasion – without fail.
Nobody gave a fuck about this fed more than me.
Notice the past-tense.
Fade out.I heard a voice say “you’re the one”
I asked who it is and it faded away
That’s how I know that I’m able to say...
“It’s over now.”
OOC: I don't mean everything I say in this general RP. If you need clarificaton on certain parts then PM me.