Chapter One

Just before Lockdown, James Storm was sitting in his locker room on his laptop reading his tweets. It was something he normally does before he got ready for his matches. If he forgets to do that, he can look after the match. Now it was time to head out to the ring.

When his music went off, he walked down the ramp with a bottle of beer in his hand. He did what he normally was good at, which was drinking and beating up any wrestler low life that was in the company. Tonight, James Storm was to beat the living daylights out of Sangriento. That was no problem for James, he was the one that could beat anyone up.

Standing in the corner of his ring, he stood there waiting for Sangriento to come out. He came out as he was doing his Mexican dance, then jumped into the ring.

Then the bell rang. The match began. James Storm began the match by walking around, tempting to get Sangriento scared of him. That didn't work, so James ends up locking up with him until the ref began to count. Sangriento tried pushing James into the corner, but the hold broke. James then ran to Sangriento trying to clothes line him.

Sangriento ended up ducking and missed the clothes line, sending James into the ropes and almost over the top rope. After James caught his breath, he backed away from the ring ropes, then trying to return the favor to Sangriento, except Sangriento ducked and almost made Storm fly out of the ring.

This was making James really mad. He then grabbed Sangriento's arm, twisted it, pulling him across the ring, and threw him into the ropes. This made the masked man bounce off the ropes and land on his feet outside the ring. James then reached over the middle rope and grabbed his head, pulling him back into the ring. When James had him in the ring, he began to pound at his head. He grabbed a hold of his head by the strands that sat on the top of his head.

Sangriento then tried to stop the beating by grabbing Storm's arm to try and stop him. The ref then began to count. James then let go. He knew he didn't want to get disqualified. He backed up against the ropes and waited until Sangriento was able to stand on his own.

When Sangriento's body stood up, James stood up and took his arm, and flung him across the ring, into the ringpost. When he stepped away, he seemed to stagger around the ring. This was when James took the chance for the pin. The ref began to count, his hand hitting the mat once, twice. Sangrientino didin't move, the ref then counted three.

The fans then cheered as the ref then raised his hand. James then pulled his arm down and made an exit up the ramp. Before he did disappear, he grabbed a mic and spoke into it, "Oh yeah, now that I beat your ass, your contract is up." He then dropped the mic and disappeared behind the curtain.

Once he was back in his locker room, James plopped down on the sofa that was provided. Sweat still sat on his body from the match. He didn't feel like bathing right now. James pulled his laptop outu as he then pulled up his twitter account. His blue eys then caught his tweet that he felt odd about.

cowboyblueeyes: Hey there sexy man. How is my blue eye stud?

James tilted his head as he tried to think of who it was. The name looked to be something Bobby would use. The icon was a photo from one of his and Bobby's bashes. So James sent a tweet back.

pays2beroode: What are you doing Bobby? You must be joking around.

That was when Bobby walked in his locker room. "Hey James," Bobby spoke as he then sat down on the sofa next to James.

James then jumped as he heard Bobby sit next to him. "Geese Bobby, scare a man why don't you," James joked around.

"Sorry man. Can't I come see how you're doing?" Bobby laughed a little as his good arm gave James a light nudge.

"Yeah you can Bobby," James then laughed a little.