By: Jay Winger
Note: This is set immediately after "Storm Warning: Force of Nature." To recap: after allying himself with Chris Benoit to teach Just Joe a lesson, the Storm formed a new tag team with Benoit. The Storm faced Steve Blackman for the Hardcore Title, put up a helluva good fight, but ultimately lost. Later that night, the Storm came to ringside during Benoit's match with Albert. Thanks to the Storm's help keeping Trish Stratus from interfering, Benoit forced Albert to tap out to the Crippler Crossface. The following Monday, the new tag team faced the Hardys for number-one contendership of Edge & Christian's titles. Despite the Hardys' resilience and high-flying manuevers, the Storm and Benoit soundly defeated them. Edge & Christian, disturbed that they would have to face the brutal team, tried to sway Benoit into leaving the Storm, but Benoit refused. After Benoit's match against Test, the brothers ran out and clobbered the team with chairs, giving the Storm a con-chair-to. In retaliation, the following Monday the new team destroyed Edge & Christian's locker room. Enraged, Commissioner Foley ordered them to the ring, where he started to berate them. Incensed, the Storm announced that he was fed up with the "double standard" in the WWF and threatened bodily harm against Foley. To placate the two, Foley booked the duo in a No-DQ Tag Team title match with Edge & Christian at No Way Out. Satisfied, the team left, after making Foley swear to punish the brothers if they touched them before the PPV. Foley agreed.
THURSDAY: Smackdown!, Feb. 17
Chris Benoit and the Storm walked into the arena and found Kurt Angle waiting for them. The Storm's lip curled as Benoit asked, "What do you want, Kurt?"
"Hey, guys," Kurt said, "I just thought you should know, we'll be partners in a six-man tag against the Acolytes and Triple H. So, I just thought that, being an Olympic gold medalist, I could explain how we're going to win this match--"
"Oh, Christ, shut up, will you?" The Storm glared at Kurt, who blinked in surprise. "Listen, Angle, we all know you're an Olympic gold medalist. For God's sake, you remind us of it every chance you get. You don't need to sell yourself to us." He folded his arms and gave a sardonic smile. "So, with that said, tell us, Kurt, what is your plan for our match?"
"Look," Kurt said, "that was unnecessary--"
"Cut it," Benoit interrupted. "Just tell us."
Kurt explained his ideas, which the Storm and Benoit took and refined, building up a plan that indeed seemed it would work. But the Storm said, "Just one thing, Kurt -- don't bring her to the ring."
"Who?"
The Storm slapped his forehead. "God, are you an imbecile? Stephanie!"
Kurt was shocked. "She's my manager! Why shouldn't she come to ringside?"
"Because if I see her," the Storm said, "I'm going to be tempted to beat her with an ugly-stick!" He scowled as he saw the stunned look on Kurt's face. "Let me spell it out, Angle -- I don't approve of her being your manager. I don't approve of the way you pursued her. She's a married woman, for God's sake! Now, unless you want me to get really violent on your ass, tell her to stay away from ringside. She's a wild card that we don't need."
"Look," Kurt said, poking him in the chest, "don't you suggest what I think you're suggesting! I stand by my three I's, and--"
"Oh, shut it," Benoit said. "We all know about those."
"Besides," the Storm added, "I doubt two of those I's of yours. First off, it doesn't speak much for your integrity when you go and try to woo a married woman -- even kissing her, for crying out loud -- and it doesn't say very flattering things about your intelligence when you do this to the boss' daughter." He waved his hand. "But I'm willing to put my distaste for you aside tonight. The reason I don't want Stephanie at ringside is because while she may be your manager, she's Triple H's wife, and he's in this match."
"He's right," Benoit said. "No telling what she'll do. Keep her out of this."
Kurt looked back and forth, then nodded crisply and walked off. The Storm looked at Benoit. He nodded his head after Kurt and raised his hand, waggling it in the air with a questioning tone. Benoit smirked and nodded. The Storm made a face and looked after Kurt, then shuddered.
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Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley paced around backstage in front of Kurt's locker room when the Storm and Benoit emerged from around the corner. She made a little noise in shock and backed away from Benoit, who gave her a sadistic little smile. The Storm glanced at him and raised a finger. "Not today, Benoit," he said. He turned back to Stephanie. "Hello, Miss McMahon."
For a moment, Stephanie forgot her fear and feigned indignancy. "That's Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley."
The Storm made a fake lunge at her and she shied back with a shout of alarm. "Nope, far as I can tell, you're a McMahon all right. A yellow-bellied McMahon through-and-through. You can dress yourself up all you want, but you'll never fool me. I was just wondering where your Olympic Hero is. We've got a match to get to."
"He's at the gorilla position," she said, "waiting for you." She flicked her gaze at Benoit, but he simply folded his arms and smirked. She glared at the Storm. "But you do not want to cross me, Storm. As you said, I am a McMahon. I am the daughter of the owner of this company!"
The Storm paced forward, causing Stephanie to cower against the wall as the Storm leaned forward. "And as I've told everyone since I got here, I am a Force of Nature. Nature doesn't play favorites, and neither do I. Neither does Benoit." The Crippler grinned. "So do yourself a favor and stay out of my way."
He backed up, then headed toward the ring, but not before Benoit gave Stephanie a little wave, which only served to creep her out more.
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"The following six-man tag match is scheduled for one fall," Tony Chimel announced.
The OvalTron lit up with Kurt Angle's video as his patriotic music started to play. Grinning like always, Kurt appeared at the top of the ramp, walking down to the ring, waving to the booing crowd like a man returning home from war. He turned to face the ramp and raised his arms in time with his Fourth of July pyro burst. He turned back and proudly tapped his medals as he entered the ring and started to shake himself out. "Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the 2000 King of the Ring...KURT ANGLE!"
The lights flashed blue as the next entrance video played. Striding out of the theatrical smoke came the Storm and Benoit, who looked at each other and tapped fists. "And his tag team partners, weighing in at a total of 470 pounds...CHRIS BENOIT and THE STORM!" The boos increased a bit as the heel tag team entered the ring, but the Storm ignored it as he climbed up on the post and pointed his finger out at the crowd (he'd left the ugly-stick backstage). He swept his finger around, then pointed it at the OvalTron as his video ended.
Hard metal guitar chords pulsed as the words APA - Acolyte Protection Agency appeared on the screen. Images of the APA demolishing their opponents were featured, and then the two appeared, still dressed in their old Acolyte attire. They started toward the ring, where the Storm sized them up. "And their opponents, first, weighing in at a total of 590 pounds...Faarooq and Bradshaw, THE ACOLYTES!" The APA stopped outside the ring, then glanced back as the OvalTron flashed the words START...GAME... "One, two...s'this on? Yo, Jimmy, hit me with that Triple H...yeah, you let the music keep playin' Mr. Dumb Sh....it!"
Triple H appeared at the top of the ramp, water bottle in hand, head bowed. He poured the water over his head, then sucked in a mouthful before spewing it in the air. He paced toward the ring, shaking out his wet hair. "And their tag team partner, from Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing in at 246 pounds...TRIPLE H!"
Triple H kept his eyes locked on his nemesis Kurt as he walked around toward the side of the ring, sucking in another mouthful. He glared at Kurt, then looked out at the audience. He threw his arms in the air, posing as he spewed another cloud of water into the air. He started to climb into the ring, and that's when Kurt, Benoit, and the Storm triple-teamed him, landing a vicious series of punches and kicks to the former WWF champion. The Storm looked up to see the APA charging into the ring, then tapped Benoit. The two turned and grappled with them. The Acolytes' larger size allowed them to shove the new tag team back. Benoit was whipped out of the ring as the Storm was lifted up on Faarooq's shoulder for a powerslam. They then grabbed Kurt and double-teamed him before whipping him into the ropes. They charged with a double clothesline, but Kurt ducked. Triple H, however, had recovered enough to hit Kurt with a kneelift.
The Storm and Benoit had made it to their corner and were impatiently watching as Triple H pulled Kurt into the neutral corner, where he unloaded punch after punch to the Olympian's face. Kurt finally managed to block and fired back, driving Helmsley back enough for a running clothesline. Kurt whipped him into the ropes near his corner, where Triple H collided with the Storm's outstretched foot. Triple H grimaced in pain, turning to glare at the Storm. He aimed a punch, but the Force of Nature blocked it and fired his own back. The Game stumbled back into Kurt, who grabbed him for a belly-to-back suplex. Angle got up and whooped in celebration, gaining a disgusted headshake from the Storm and Benoit. Kurt turned back to Triple H, then blinked as he saw that Hunter had made it to his corner and had tagged in Bradshaw. Kurt quickly retreated and tagged in the Storm.
The Storm, for his part, quickly entered the ring and hit Bradshaw with a flying reverse elbow. Bradshaw was back up in an instant and running at the newcomer. The Storm countered his charge with a boot to the gut. He grabbed the Acolyte's head and twisted it in a neckbreaker. He began to stomp on the Texan, then placed his feet and grabbed a leg for the Twister. Faarooq was into the ring in a second to save his partner and drinking buddy, clobbering the Storm with a fierce clothesline. The ref told him to get back to his corner, but the damage had been done. Bradshaw got back up and hurled the Storm into the corner, where he hit him with a few chops, then whipped him into the other corner, following with a harsh elbow to the head. He whipped him again and made to repeat the move, but the Storm countered his charge with a boot to the head.
As Bradshaw staggered back, the Storm quickly hoisted himself onto the corner and catapulted himself out in a Windfall. He took Bradshaw down, then went for a quick pin. 1...2...Triple H ran in and kicked the Storm in the head. The Storm stood Bradshaw up and whipped him into the ropes, following and managing to clothesline Bradshaw out of the ring. Benoit was off the apron and ready to grapple with the former football player as the Storm turned to see Faarooq charging at him. He barely managed to duck the clothesline and aimed a kick at Faarooq's stomach as he turned around. The Acolyte caught it, then hurled the Storm to the mat before he could counter with an enzugiri. The Storm started to get up, but Faarooq kicked him in the face as he sat up. He grabbed the Storm's leg and prepared to drop an elbow on his knee, but the Force of Nature pushed himself up off the floor and finally hit that enzugiri. Faarooq stumbled away, then got knocked chest-first into the ropes by a dropkick from the Storm. He caught Faarooq as he sprang back and rolled him up. 1...2...Triple H was back in and kicking him in the kidneys.
Since the referee was busy trying to tell Benoit to get back to his corner and get Bradshaw back into the ring. The Game and Faarooq double-teamed the Storm in their corner, but Kurt charged from behind and grabbed Triple H, swinging him up in the air in the Olympic Slam. Faarooq turned and knocked him down with a single hard right, then turned back to the Storm to get a face full of boot. Kurt rolled Triple H out of the ring, then helped the Storm double-team Faarooq. Outside the ring, Bradshaw was whipped into the security barrier by Benoit. As the Crippler closed in, Bradshaw leapt out and nailed Benoit with a Clothesline from Hell. He charged back into the ring and hit the rest of the other team with a double-clothesline. He whipped Kurt into his corner, then flipped the Storm onto his shoulders. Faarooq got up and helped throw the Storm down in an intense powerbomb. Bradshaw went for the pin. 1...2...and Kurt hit a dropkick to Bradshaw's head. The Storm woozily got up and ran back to his corner to tag in Benoit, who had made it back to the ring by now. Benoit went over to the Acolyte and began to stomp on him. Kurt had vacated the corner to go around the ring and attack the fallen Triple H, who was still feeling the effects of the Olympic Slam.
The Storm concentrated on watching the Acolytes, keeping his eye of Faarooq to make sure that he didn't interfere. He glanced at the audience as they began to boo somewhat, then turned to the ramp. Running down to the ring was Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley. Scowling, the Storm jumped off the ring apron and accosted her. "I thought Kurt told you to stay in the back?!" he shouted at her.
"He needs my help!" she protested.
"You're the one who's going to be needing help if you don't get that skinny little ass of yours back up that ramp!" he pointed for emphasis.
"Who are you to give me orders?" Stephanie demanded. "I am going to go help Kurt!" She started to push past him, but the Storm grabbed her arm and yanked her back.
"That's one," he warned her. "I'm only going to tell you once more, and if you don't get out of here, then damn Kurt, Hunter, and Vince, I'll unleash some Southern Lightning on you."
"Storm!" Benoit shouted from the ring. The Storm glanced back at him to see him twisting Bradshaw's arm. Faarooq was getting ready to charge.
Grimacing, the Storm looked at Stephanie. "I mean it. Top of the ramp, now." He waited until she started to walk back up the ramp, then slid into the ring and cut off Faarooq, spearing him into the corner. He hauled him up, then hurled him out of the ring before retreating back to his corner. He didn't see Kurt get dropped neck-first on the security barrier by Triple H. Benoit pulled Bradshaw over to his corner and tagged in the Storm. Benoit pinned his arms back as the Storm unleashed a few devastating arm chops. He and Benoit threw him into the corner, then started kicking him repeatedly, specifically trying to hit the liver that Bradshaw had been scarring beyond all recognition with his drinking habits.
The Storm monkey-tossed him into the center of the ring, then quickly ascended the post. He leaned way back, holding the ropes. "Time to reap the Windfall!" he shouted, then catapulted out and nailed Bradshaw as he turned back to him. Benoit quickly followed with a swandive headbutt. The Storm hooked up a leg as Benoit rolled out of the ring. The referee, however, was busy telling Faarooq, who was heading for Benoit, to get back to his corner. Triple H ran in, booted the Storm in the gut, pulled him up and hooked his arms up for a Pedigree. He turned the Storm over and dragged Bradshaw's arm atop him before leaving to his corner again. The ref turned, saw this and started to count. Benoit started to climb in, but Faarooq grabbed him and hurled him off the ring apron. 1...2...3!
The fans cheered as the babyfaces won, then started to boo as Kurt pulled Triple H off the corner and gave him a belly-to-belly suplex on the concrete floor. The manuever, however, left Kurt lying as well. Benoit recovered from Faarooq's slam and kicked him in the kidney. As the black athlete stumbled back, Benoit kicked him into the steel stairs. Faarooq winced and clutched at his back, but had no time to react as Benoit dashed over, grabbed his head and beat it mercilessly against the steel stairs. Then Benoit ran into the ring, grabbed Bradshaw and locked him in the Crippler Crossface. The Storm abruptly sat up -- doing a decent Kane imitation in the way he did it -- then exited the ring and hurled up the ring apron. The fans started to boo as he produced the ugly-stick. He started into the ring to go after Bradshaw with Benoit, then saw Stephanie run past the ring as she went to check on Kurt and her husband.
The Storm's eyes narrowed, and he left Benoit and Bradshaw to exit the ring, going over to Kurt, Stephanie, and Triple H by the commentators' table. He grabbed Stephanie by the hair and hurled her away from Kurt and Triple H. "That's two!" he snarled at her. "Do it again and I'll brain ya."
"Hey, now!" Lawler said. He stood up. "She may be a...well, whatever it is Jericho calls her, but you can't treat women like that!"
The Storm pointed the ugly-stick at him. Lawler blinked and stared down its length and backed up involuntarily. "That's one, Lawler." The Force of Nature started toward Triple H and raised the ugly-stick. Suddenly, it was yanked out of his hands. Furious, he turned and jerked as Stephanie pasted him with her trademark slap to the face. The Storm turned back, his eyes ablaze. He reached out and grabbed her by the hair again. "That was three, bitch. Now you're gonna get it." He turned to the ring. "Benoit!!"
The Crippler looked up and saw the Storm holding Stephanie. A sadistic leer came to his face. He released Bradshaw, rolling him out of the way, then stood Stephanie up as the Storm rolled her in the ring. Stephanie started screaming as she saw Benoit, but he shut her up with a standing headbutt. She fell. The Storm and Benoit stood over her, and then both made cutting gestures at their throats. "That's it!!" they shouted. They went to opposite corners. The Storm leaned back and waited for Stephanie to get to her feet. As she did, she turned in his direction and screamed again as he flattened her with the Windfall. He rolled off of her just in time to see Benoit land the swandive headbutt.
The heels left the ring and started up the ramp. At the top, they stopped and faced the ring again. They both gestured around their waists -- as if to say, next time you see us, we'll have belts here.
SUNDAY: No Way Out, Feb. 21
The card for No Way Out in Washington, D.C.'s MCI Center was filled. First Al Snow would defend his European Title against William Regal, come out in British attire, thus enfuriating Regal and paving the way for the "good will ambassador's" win, surviving a Snow Plow and rolling Snow up for the win. Next, Too Cool defeated Los Conquistadors in a tag-team match up, and then Rikishi defended his ring attire against nemesis Val Venis and Right to Censor. Eddie Guerrero and Essa Rios teamed up again to battle the reunited New Age Outlaws, and ended up losing when Eddie missed a frog splash on Road Dogg. Steve Blackman defended his Hardcore Championship against Crash, Perry Saturn, Tazz, and Raven. The challengers all managed to win the title for a brief period before someone else pinned them to pick up the win, but Blackman nailed Crash with a trashcan lid for the final pin of the match. Lita took on Ivory for the Women's Championship and emerged victorious after hitting a moonsault on Ivory. Three matches were left, the no-DQ Tag Team Championship match, Triple H's match against Kurt Angle, and then the WWF Championship Triple Threat match between the Rock, the Undertaker, and Stone Cold Steve Austin.
The TitanTron played a tone. A picture of Edge and Christian appeared on the screen. "You think you know me...you think you know me..." Grinning as they almost always did, the cocky Canadian duo walked down the ramp and into the ring, their titles around their waists. Strangely, they also wore yellow hardhats and carried shovels. The brothers got the cheers, since their opponents were the obvious heels in this match. Christian laid his chair down and took the microphone. He flexed his shoulders a few times, then raised the microphone, smiling benevolently. "Greetings to all of our fans in Washington!" He grinned at Edge, then turned back. "I wish we could say we're happy to be here...but let's face it, this city is a cesspool!" The boos descended, but not by much, since the fans in D.C. often joked about the problems the city had. "However, after we so radically defend our Tag Team Titles tonight, we will begin a campaign to better the city for all of you, our fans!" He paused. "How? you ask? By putting up posters of our smiling faces!" He passed the microphone to Edge.
"And you can help get started by bettering your own neighborhoods with your own pictures of us," Edge said. "So, for the benefit of those with flash photography, we'll unveil a brand-new pose, for five seconds only." He looked at Christian, who was smoothing his hair back, then turned back to the camera. "We like to call it, Civil Engineering Rules!" He handed the microphone to Howard Finkel, then took off his trench coat, revealing a white wife-beater and picked up his shovel. He posed as if digging a hole and then looked up, smiling and holding a thumb in the air. Christian raised his hand in the air, thumb up, shovel on his shoulder. They held their poses as cameras flashed all over the arena. Finally, they broke the pose and removed their hardhats. Edge pulled off his wife-beater.
The lights flashed blue as the heels' entrance music played. Chris Benoit and the Storm emerged at the top of the ramp, the former weilding a steel chair and the latter with his ugly-stick. The Storm held a microphone. "Bra-vo, boys," he drawled, his faint Texan accent showing. "You've managed to make yourselves bigger idiots than even I thought imaginable. But how dare you make fun of my nation's capital? That's not your job, that's the job of the people who shelled out the money to come see this event." He pointed the ugly-stick at the two in the ring. "But here's the break-down, boys...after Benoit and I kick your sissy asses back to Toronto, he and I will unveil our brand-new five second pose, which we'll call We are the most brutal tag team in the history of the WWF!"
Benoit took the mic. "And now...we're going to prove it by whupping your asses!"
The mic was cast aside and the heels charged the ring, where they ducked the swings of Edge and Christian's shovels. The Storm hit Edge with the ugly-stick in the back of the head. Benoit creamed Christian with the chair. Edge turned back to the Storm, having dropped his shovel, and the Force of Nature grabbed his arm and whipped him across the ring. On the rebound, the Storm hit him across the nose with the bat. With the first member of the team down, the Storm turned to Benoit and Christian. The other blond brother had been trapped in the corner, where Benoit was working him over with the chair. He stopped him and told him to hold Christian from behind. He took the chair and set it up in front of Christian, backed up, then ran forward, springed off the chair with a searing dropkick.
As the Storm stepped away from the corner, grinning maliciously and preparing to do it again, Edge suddenly lunged at him and hit him with a spear. He lay atop the Storm and started unloading punches to his face. The Storm managed to kick-throw Edge off of him and set him up in the corner. He unleashed a few arm chops, then climbed up to hook Edge's head. He twisted around and nailed him with a Tornado DDT. He got up and shook his head to clear it from Edge's punches.
Benoit, meanwhile, had climbed back in the ring and was setting Christian up for a superplex. The other Tag Team Champion was starting to fight back, so the Storm ran over and blasted him with a punch to the kidney. That kept Christian in pain long enough for Benoit to finish the superplex. The Storm went over to the fallen Edge and started to twist his legs around into a Texas Cloverleaf. The Tag Team Champion screamed in pain and tried to crawl toward the ropes. The Storm shouted at Benoit, who picked up one of the shovels and smacked it into Edge's head. The audience groaned at the impact, then again as Benoit did it again, then a third time. The Storm released Edge and turned him over to go for a pin. 1...2...and Christian got up and clashed the other shovel on his head.
Benoit kicked Christian and whipped him into the corner, following with an elbow to the head. He did a few arm chops, then picked up the shovel again. He whacked the blond clean in the face, knocking him down on the mat. The Storm was still out from the shovel shot, but Edge was damn near close to consciousness. He saw the Storm lying face up and started to drag himself on top of the Storm. The ref dutifully counted. 1...2...and the Storm got his foot up on the rope.
The Force of Nature got to his feet and pulled up Edge. He dragged him to the opposite corner from Benoit and looked at him. Benoit looked back and nodded. They whipped the brothers in unison and smashed them together. Edge wobbled, somehow still on his feet as Christian went down. The Storm quickly ascended to the top and catapulted out in the Windfall, flattening Edge as Benoit did the same with the swandive headbutt to Christian.
As the heels prepared to take the win, the fans roared as the Hardy Boyz ran out and attacked them. A weakened Storm fell prey to Matt's Twist of Fate as Jeff first tackled Benoit and sent him out of the ring. The multicolor-haired Hardy then ascended the ropes and hit the Storm with the Swanton Bomb. He dragged Edge's arm over the Storm. The referee started the count. 1...2...but Benoit was back in, elbowing away Jeff and Matt and kicking Edge off of the Storm. He grabbed Matt and whipped him out of the ring, then locked Jeff in the Crippler Crossface.
The Storm got back up, shaking his head to clear it, saw Matt Hardy outside the ring and scowled. He climbed up on the post and leapt at Matt in the Windfall, flattening him. He picked up the second shovel, which had fallen out of the ring, and brained Matt with it. Satisfied, he climbed back in the ring and hooked up one of Christian's legs. The referee counted. 1...2...3! The fans booed loudly as the Storm stood triumphantly, admittedly wobbling a bit. Benoit finally released Jeff from the Crossface and came to accept the other title belt. A semiconscious Matt pulled his brother out of the ring and carried him up the ramp. "Here are your winners, and the new World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions...CHRIS BENOIT and THE STORM!"
The Storm placed one foot up on Christian's chest as Benoit did the same with Edge. They raised the belts in the air, holding the pose for five seconds, as promised, then lowered them and delivered a few last kicks to the Canadian brothers before leaving the ring. Boos followed them as officials filed out to check on the unconscious ex-champions.
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The rest of the PPV went off with few hitches. During the following match between Triple H and Kurt Angle, Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley was conspicuously absent. J.R. and Jerry Lawler attributed it to the attack by Benoit and the Storm on the Smackdown! prior to the PPV, and, of course, vehemently rejected the actions the newly-crowned Tag Team Champions took against her. Triple H and Kurt put up a hell of a fight, but the Game pulled out a victory by countering Kurt's Olympic Slam with an elbow to the head and a Pedigree.
In the main event, the Rock had to take on both the Undertaker and Stone Cold Steve Austin. The match was intense and went on for almost half an hour before Austin hit a Stone Cold Stunner on Taker. Before the Rattlesnake could make the pin, however, the Rock hit Austin with a Rock Bottom and pinned him for the win. But as the Rock posed on the ropes with his title belt, he was interrupted by Benoit and the Storm's music. The Tag Team Champions smirked viciously and raised their own belts, then pointed at the Rock and made a slow throat cut before leaving.
-more to come-
Disclaimer: All things WWF are property of Titan Sports. The Storm is a completely fictional character. I do incorporate a few traits from existing WWF wrestlers, but for the most part, he's my idea. Thanks for all of you who gave me ideas, and rest assured, I'll find some way to use some of them. The next installment to the story will have a few more twists in it, and keep those ideas coming! If you have any ideas for who you think the Storm would team up with or go up against, let me know. Drop me a line at jay_winger_2k@hotmail.com
-=Jay 2K Winger=-