By: Jay Winger
Note: This is set immediately after "Storm Warning: Payback for Brutality." To recap: immediately after the No Way Out PPV on RAW is WAR, The Rock addressed the crowd and said some derogatory things about Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, the Storm, and Chris Benoit. In response, Triple H and Kurt Angle came out, but Commissioner Mick Foley settled everything by booking Triple H and Kurt against the Storm and Benoit in a non-title tag match, then giving Stone Cold Steve Austin a rematch with The Rock for the WWF Title. The Storm and Benoit dominated Kurt and Triple H, and then, during The Rock/Austin match, the Storm ran out and beat The Rock with an ugly-stick in the midst of the People's Elbow, allowing Austin to hit the Stunner and get the win. Austin didn't much like the fact that the Storm helped him out (and gave the Storm a Stunner), and The Rock didn't take too kindly to a headshot with a baseball bat. So on the following RAW, the Storm went up against The Rock and lost, but after putting up a hell of a fight. Furious, the Storm began to trash his locker room until Benoit managed to calm him down. The Storm smirked and said he'd get The Rock back..."Texas style."
THURSDAY: Smackdown!, Mar. 4
Chris Benoit and the Storm looked over the list of booked matches for the night. The Rock was set to take on Kurt Angle in a number-one contender match for Stone Cold Steve Austin's title, the winner to face the champion at Wrestlemania. Kane was set to challenge Austin for his title, not willing to wait until Wrestlemania for the title shot he'd earned at Royal Rumble. The Dudleys Boyz were challenging Benoit and the Storm for their Tag Team Titles, and Edge & Christian and the Hardy Boyz were in another number-one contenders match. Other matches included Undertaker taking on Val Venis of Right to Censor, the reformed New Age Outlaws against Tazz and Raven, and Dean Malenko against Perry Saturn.
The Storm frowned as he looked over the list. "Hmm, couple-a good matches slated for tonight," he remarked.
"So what?" Benoit said. "We've got to take on the Dudleys. You know them, can ya talk them out of using tables?"
The Storm looked at him. "Those two blond posers tried that once, and it didn't work, remember?"
Benoit shrugged. "So? You want to get sent through a table?"
"Not gonna happen," the Storm said with a smirk. "Trust me."
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The fans started to cheer as the OvalTron showed images of Buh-Buh Ray Dudley giving his infamous powerbomb to various people through tables, to the accompaniment of a bomb-whistle. Pyros shot off and the two men with a table-fetish came out, D-Von raising his hands up in the 3D gesture as Buh-Buh pointed out at the crowd before doing the same. They walked down to the ring, shouting and generally working the crowd. In the ring, they climbed up on the ring posts and did the 3D gesture again. "The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 515 pounds...Buh-Buh Ray and D-Von, the DUDLEY BOYZ!"
The Dudleys faced each other and slapped a double high-five before turning to the ramp and crouching in wait. The lights flashed blue as Benoit's music played. The video showed both champions in their intense moods, flashing their names and showing them flying off the turnbuckle in either the Windfall or the swandive headbutt. Benoit and the Storm walked out, each wearing their belt and their t-shirt -- Benoit in the 'Prove me wrong!' shirt, the Storm in the 'I am a Force of Nature' shirt. "And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 470 pounds, they are the World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions...CHRIS BENOIT and THE STORM!" As they walked down the ramp, they tapped fists and stopped at the bottom of the ramp. There, they both gave a slow throat cut, prompting the Dudleys to leave the ring to charge at them.
The champions met them head-on, trading blows. The Storm took D-Von's first punch on the chin and returned it with a one-two combo to the head, then the stomach. As D-Von doubled over, the Storm grabbed his head and clubbed him on the back of the neck with a fist. The black Dudley jerked, then again as the Storm hit him once more, causing D-Von to fall to the floor. He pulled D-Von up and whipped him into the security barrier. He took the momentary breather to remove his sunglasses and toss them to a ringside official.
Benoit, meanwhile, was trading blows with Buh-Buh, who had gained the upper hand and thrown the Crippler into the steel stairs. He stomped a few times, then looked up to see the Storm running through the ring apron at him. The Force of Nature hit Buh-Buh with a pescado that took them both down. The Storm got back up and helped Benoit to his feet. Benoit quickly removed his shirt, then stood the white Dudley up and threw him into the ring, where Benoit pursued and delivered a series of fierce kicks to Buh-Buh's midsection. Buh-Buh managed to get up and block an armchop, but Benoit grabbed his arm and whipped him into the opposite neutral corner. He followed and delivered a few harsh arm chops before pulling Buh-Buh out and delivering a death suplex.
This placed Buh-Buh in range of the corner, where Benoit tagged in the Storm. He climbed to the top and launched out in a leg drop that hit along the white Dudley's sternum. He stood and picked up one of Buh-Buh's legs. He stomped on the other ankle, grinned down at him, then applied the Twister. Buh-Buh shouted in pain and called at D-Von, who started to enter the ring. Teddy Long, however, cut him off and restrained him. The Storm saw this, grinned maliciously, and turned Buh-Buh Ray so his legs were facing the corner, then spread the hapless Dudley's legs. He looked up at Benoit, winked, then shouted, "Wazzup!" Benoit just smirked and launched out in a swandive headbutt. It connected right in Buh-Buh's groin, and he doubled over in pain. The Storm dropped an elbow on Buh-Buh's head, then turned him over and went for the pin.
The referee only got to two before D-Von charged in and stomped the Storm on the spine. The Force of Nature stood up, turning to the black Dudley with a shout and taunt, but when he turned back to Buh-Buh, he received a clothesline. Buh-Buh waited till he got back up, then delivered a hard right punch that knocked the Storm back into the neutral corner, where Buh-Buh hit a few slaps to the chest. He looked out at the crowd, which was shouting, "WE WANT TABLES!"
In that moment of distraction, however, the Storm recovered and shoved Buh-Buh back with a kick to the stomach. The Storm pulled himself up to the second rope, then hit Buh-Buh with a dropkick to the face. This knocked Buh-Buh down, allowing the Storm to go over and lock his legs around Buh-Buh's arm in an armbar. He released him, and started to stand him up for a hard right hand, but Buh-Buh fired back with a right hand of his own and picked him up for a scoop slam. Benoit started to enter to stop him, but Teddy Long cut him off now. Buh-Buh spread the Storm's legs and looked down at him. "This is how you do it, fool!" He grinned up at D-Von and wagged out his tongue. "Wazzup!!" D-Von returned the tongue-wag and hit a flying headbutt on the Storm's exposed crotch.
D-Von stood up and did his victory dance as Buh-Buh pointed at him. After D-Von finished his 'last rites' cross, Buh-Buh shoved him. "D-Von!"
The black Dudley started to grin in anticipation. He didn't really need to continue, but he shouted back, "What?!"
Buh-Buh Ray leered and pointed outside the ring. "Get the table!" D-Von hopped out of the ring and hurled up the apron to begin his search as his half-brother turned back to the Storm. Benoit had hopped off the apron on his side and was going around to deal with D-Von. Buh-Buh started to pull the Storm to his feet. The Force of Nature, however, shoved his hand away and kneed him in the gut. He planted Buh-Buh with a DDT, then climbed up on the ring post, glancing down at Benoit, who had D-Von set up for a suplex. There was a smack as D-Von hit the floor from the suplex. Benoit looked up at the Storm, who was leaning back as he held the ropes. The Crippler quickly ascended the next post as Buh-Buh woozily got to his feet. The Storm leapt out, flattening him with the Windfall, and leaving him wide open for a swandive headbutt from Benoit.
The Storm, being the legal man, hooked up the leg as Benoit went back outside to tend to D-Von. He whipped him into the steel stairs again as Teddy Long counted. 1...2...3! The Storm stood up and gave his two-fingered salute to Buh-Buh as Tony Chimel announced, "Here are your winners...and still World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions...CHRIS BENOIT and THE STORM!" The Storm turned to Benoit. "Benoit! Table me!"
Benoit smirked, seeing where his partner was going, and picked up the table on the floor and slid it in to the Storm, who stood it up and folded out the legs. He flipped it upright by the corner and pulled Buh-Buh Ray to his feet. He dragged him over to the corner, but instead of setting him up as the Dudleys would, the Storm sat Buh-Buh on the post. He set Buh-Buh's legs on his shoulders, then grabbed him by the armpits, pivoting around and then hurling Buh-Buh through the table in a powerbomb.
The Storm accepted his sunglasses from the timekeeper and retrieved his belt as Benoit started up the ramp. The Force of Nature gave Buh-Buh another salute before heading up the ramp after his partner.
MONDAY: RAW is WAR, Mar. 8
"The following tag-team match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Championship."
Red lights flashed and klaxons warbled. The red, universal NO symbol flashed on the Titantron as an electronic voice beeped, "Warning! Warning! Warning!" The boos cascaded down on the three members of Right to Censor who walked down to the ring -- Mr. Buchanan, the Goodfather, and the evil Steven Richards. "Introducing first," Lillian Garcia said, "being accompanied by Steven Richards, weighing in at a combined weight of 670 pounds, Mr. Buchanan and the Goodfather -- RIGHT TO CENSOR!"
The leader of the faction took the microphone as he entered the ring. "Cut our music," he said calmly in his creepy voice. In response, the sirens stopped, and Richards spoke again. "Since its inception, the Right to Censor has made the programming aired by the World Wrestling Federation more decent for all. First, we censored the inappropriate scantily-clad women and converted the Goodfather--" Here, Richards gestured to the tattooed former pimp. "--from a womanizing and demeaning individual into a person who uploads the virtues and morals of our fine society. Next, we censored the alcohol-swilling and violent behavior of the Acolytes."
The boos continued to increase as Richards went on with his speech. "We fought the good fight to prevent all of you people from seeing the naked body of Chyna in the filthrag called Playboy, and we censored the name of Billy Gunn and taught him to behave more appropriate to his audience." During his tirade, Mr. Buchanan and the Goodfather had applauded when necessary and even shook each other's hands as if on a job well done. Richards paused, finger still raised from the last point he had made. "However," the censor said, "there is still much in this company that is inappropriate, so we will continue to fight the good fight by censoring the violent and brutal activities of Chris Benoit and the man calling himself the Storm, because...it's for your own good." He smiled at this last remark, shook hands with his cohorts, then handed the microphone off to Lillian Garcia.
"And their opponents...weighing in at a combined weight of 470 pounds...they are the World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions...CHRIS BENOIT and THE STORM!"
The lights flashed blue as Benoit's music played. The two champions walked out, belts around their waist. The Storm held a microphone. "Cut our music," he drawled. When the music stopped, the Storm paused briefly to glare out at the still jeering crowd. Right to Censor were obvious heels -- no one liked them, but the crowd still didn't like the champions. However, the booing was considerably less, since no one wanted to see the censors get another set of belts to "legitimize" their campaign. He waited until the jeering had died down a bit, then raised his hand and pointed at the men in the ring. "Steven Richards..." he said, his voice dropping down to a level that conveyed pure threat, "...this...is your Storm Warning!" Surprisingly, a good number of fans shouted the end of that line with him.
Benoit placed his hands on his hips while his partner continuted. "Steven Richards," the Storm said again, "if I hear you talk about how it's for your own good," and this he said with a pretty decent imitation of Richards' growl, "I am going to track you down and beat you with an ugly-stick!" The fans cheered a bit as the Storm and Benoit started down the ramp. "Let me make something very clear to you, boyo, you are trying to censor a Force of Nature, and you are trying to censor a Rabid Wolverine. That...is not a good idea."
Benoit took the microphone. "And after we prove tonight that we are the most brutal tag team in the WWF, we will take it upon ourselves to shut your stinkin' holes by knockin' your teeth clean outta your mouths."
The Storm took the microphone back again. "And then, Richards, I sure hope you got a pair of clean pants, because once we've torn apart these two retards, I will kick the crap out of you!" Then both of the champions screamed into the microphone, "Prove us wrong!"
The mic was cast aside as Benoit and the Storm swarmed into the ring, causing Richards to quickly flee for his life (and his pants). The larger size of Buchanan and the Goodfather initially drove the champions back, but the Storm fired back by hitting the Goodfather in the gonads with a stiff knee shot. The former pimp doubled over in pain, leaving him open for a fierce uppercut, then a superkick to the face, taking the Goodfather out of the ring. Benoit had managed to even the odds against Buchanan by kicking him repeatedly in the stomach. The Storm came over and together they cornered Buchanan with continued kicks. They then grabbed his arms, whipped him across the ring and followed. The Storm went low with a baseball slide kick to the knees that toppled Buchanan down and into a reverse elbow from Benoit.
The Storm pushed himself out of the ring and walked around toward Richards, who continued to retreat. As the Storm approached the steel stairs, however, the Goodfather sprang up from where he'd fallen and floored him with a clothesline. The Storm rolled over almost immediately and started to get up, but the Goodfather had other plans. He pulled the Storm to his feet and then whipped him around into the steel stairs. The Storm grit his teeth and arched his back in pain as the Goodfather turned him around and grabbed him in a modified sleeper hold. Richards came over and smacked him across the face.
"Look into my eyes!" Richards commanded, using his fingers to illustrate what he meant, as though the Force of Nature were a fool who needed to be told so. "Look at my eyes! I am trying to help you! You are unacceptable!" His blazing eyes bored into the cold gray of the Storm's--
--and abruptly the Storm kicked hard at the steel stairs, knocking them loose and into Richards, who had been leaning over them. The censor stumbled back, gasping for breath, and thus distracting the Goodfather. The Storm drove both elbows back into his gut, freeing himself from the hold, then whirled around and hit the Goodfather with a right cross that knocked him down into the security barrier.
Meanwhile, Benoit had been working Buchanan over with a series of stomps and kicks, then arm chops as the former corrections officer got to his feet. He managed to turn Buchanan around and hit a German suplex on him before Buchanan managed to shake off his funk from the elbow to the face. He managed to get up and clobber Benoit with a right hand, then whipped him into the ropes. As Benoit came back, he ran smack into Buchanan's boot. He bounced off the ropes and came back with a fierce elbow drop on Benoit's chest. He quickly pressed down on the Crippler's shoulders and hooked up a leg. The referee came over to administer the count. 1...2...and the Storm leapt off the post with a leg drop on Buchanan's head.
Benoit got back and the team whipped Buchanan into the ropes. He came back into a tandem reverse elbow, then got hit with a knee drop on the head from the Storm as Benoit stomped on his knee. Mike Chioda came over to tell the Storm to get out of the ring. He rolled his eyes and did one more standing knee drop before going back over to his corner. Benoit pulled Buchanan to his feet and dragged him over to the corner, where Benoit dutifully tagged in his partner, then held Buchanan's arms back for a few Storm arm chops.
The Storm drove Buchanan back with a few punches to the face, then whipped him back in the corner chest-first. The censor staggered back, his breath shooting out of his body. The Storm slipped in front of him, climbed up on the second rope, and grabbed his head. He jumped out and twisted around, planting Buchanan's head with a Tornado DDT. He turned him over and went for the pin. 1...2...and the Goodfather grabbed his foot and pulled him out of the ring. The Storm turned to him with murder in his eyes, but Richards was waiting with a Censorkick. Richards pulled the semi-conscious Storm to his feet and rolled him into the ring as the Goodfather went back around to his corner. Buchanan had gotten back up, so he hauled the Storm to his feet and hurled him into the corner. He slapped his partner's hand and left the ring as the Goodfather replaced him and hit a few right hands on him. He pulled the Storm out and sidewalk slammed him, then went off the ropes for a big leg drop.
The Goodfather threw the Storm back in the corner, then backed all the way up toward Benoit's corner. He slugged the Wolverine, then ran at the Storm for a Censor Train splash. The Storm ducked and slid away, leaving the Goodfather to collide with the post (and, incidentally, with his partner). The former pimp staggered back, walking into a reverse bulldog from the Storm, who shoved him down into the mat. He reached over, tagged in Benoit, then stood the Goodfather on his feet. The Storm hit an arm chop, causing the tattooed censor to wave his arms as he tried to keep his balance. That allowed Benoit to rush from behind and grab his right arm and hurl him to the mat, where he locked on the Crippler Crossface. The Storm left the ring and threw a recovering Buchanan head-first into the steel stairs, flooring him. The Storm saw Richards slide in the ring to rant at the referee.
Richards shoved away Mike Chioda and screamed at Benoit, then heard a voice behind him. "Steven Richards! It's time for you to reap the Windfall!" The censor whirled around and was immediately taken down by the diving top-rope crossbody from the Storm. He pulled the ref away from the ropes, where he was checking on Buchanan. "Chioda, just do your damn job."
The Goodfather was grimacing in pain from the Crossface and was trying to crawl to the ropes, but seeing he was getting no leverage, he instead started to push himself to his feet. Benoit tried to shove him back down, but the Goodfather was on his feet now. He elbowed out of the Crossface, then threw him into a shocked Storm, who fell through the ropes in surprise. Benoit was thrown into the corner, where he was hit with the Censor Train, then pulled out for a Buchanan scissors kick. The Goodfather went for the cover, but the Storm pulled him out of the ring and whipped him into the post face-first. He rolled him back in the ring as Buchanan came out to challenge him.
This distraction for Buchanan caused him to miss Benoit climbing the ropes and hitting the prone Goodfather with a swandive headbutt. He hooked up the leg and Chioda dutifully counted the pinfall. 1...2...3! Buchanan looked up in shock as the bell was rung, and climbed up on the apron to look dumbly down at his partner. The Storm took advantage, sliding his head between Buchanan's feet and grabbing his thighs. Before the censor could react, the Storm pivoted to the side and slammed him down in a vicious powerbomb on the floor.
"Here are your winners, and still World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions, THE STORM and CHRIS BENOIT!"
Benoit stood up and rolled the Goodfather out of the ring as a recovered Steven Richards went up on the ring apron to scream at Benoit again. The Storm slid into the ring in front of Richards, who tried to jump off the apron. The Force of Nature, however, grabbed his tie and yanked him into the ring. He twisted the tie around his fist and glared at him. "Steven Richards," the Storm said, "look into my eyes. I hope you've got insurance, because I'm about to unleash some Southern Lightning on your ass."
He released his hold on the tie, only to whack Richards in the gut with a harsh jab, then hoist him up on his shoulder. He held this pose for a moment, then dropped to a knee and piledrove Richards' head into the mat. He dumped the censor down, then gave him the two-fingered salute as Benoit handed him his belt. Their music played as they vacated the ring in triumph, leaving all three Right to Censor members lying in various states of consciousness around the ring.
THURSDAY: Smackdown!, Mar. 11
Edge and Christian, the Brothers Grin, were hanging around Mick Foley's office, looking anxious. Christian paced a bit, then looked up. "Hey, you want an Altoid?" he asked his brother.
Edge brightened a bit. "Yeah, man, Altoids rule!" He held out his hand and took one of the mints, then popped it in his mouth. He looked down the hall, then spoke up, "Hey!" He nudged his brother and they both ran to catch up to the approaching Commissioner. "Dude--" he began.
"No, I'm not the Dude anymore," Foley grinned, "I'm just Mick Foley. What can I do for you guys?"
"Listen, Mick, I know we lost our number-one contender shot two weeks ago," Christian said, "but that's totally because of the heinous interference of the Hardys and Lita. `Cuz of them, we lost our match and those two-faced reekazoids Lo Down got to face Chris Benoit and the Storm for the Tag Team Titles."
"Yeah," Edge said, "and we think that now that there aren't any number-one contenders anymore, you could maybe give us a title shot."
Foley hmmed and nodded a bit as he contemplated this. He got behind his desk and picked up his gavel. "You know, you guys make a good argumen--ha ha ha! What am I saying? You guys making a good argument? Ha ha, that's a good one, I'll have to remember it."
The Canadian brothers shared an incredulous look, then turned back to the commish. "Mick, come on!" Edge protested. "You've been dumpin' on us ever since you assumed the 'Commissionary position,'" he said this complete with finger quotes, "and we think you're being totally unfair!"
"Yeah, you heinosisist!" Christian added. "Instead of making fun of us, why don't you use your brain for a change, barfoid?"
Foley chuckled. "Now you're asking me to use the brain which has taken all these chair shots over my wrestling career...and you're calling me a 'barfoid'? Oh, you guys just crack me up. Ha ha!" He laughed a bit, then wiped his eyes. "Okay, listen, I'll book you guys in a match against the Hardys for number-one contendership for the Tag Team titles. But if you lose, don't come whining to me. If you get the win, you'll get to face Chris Benoit and the Storm at Wrestlemania for the titles, but if you lose, I'm afraid I'm going to have to invoke the "no title shot" clause again for the duration of their title reign. And that is final!" He banged his gavel and quickly waved out the protesting brothers.
Outside the office, Edge looked at his brother. "Man, why'd you have to call him a barfoid?"
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During their match with the Hardys, Edge & Christian managed to put up a fight with their long-time rivals, but even after Christian hit the Unprettier on Jeff, they weren't able to keep them down. Matt fired back by knocking Edge out of the ring with a dropkick, then hit the Twist of Fate on Christian. Jeff got back to his feet and they hit a Poetry in Motion on Edge as he got back in the ring, and then they hit another Twist of Fate on Edge.
But as Jeff ascended to the top for the Swanton Bomb, Benoit and the Storm ran down the ramp. The Storm held his ugly-stick in hand and brained Jeff with it before he could hit the Bomb. The crowd booed as Jeff fell off the post into the ring. Matt ran at the Storm to attack, but Benoit was ready to yank down the top rope and cause Matt to spill outside, where the Crippler began to stomp on him. The Storm set down his baseball bat and climbed up to the top rope as Edge groggily got to his feet. The Storm nailed him with a Windfall, then looked around the ring at the prone wrestlers. He turned to his partner. "Benoit! Table me!"
Benoit smirked, left Matt lying on the floor, and threw up the ring apron as he pulled one of the tables left over from the Dudleys' match earlier that night from under the ring. He passed it in to the Storm, who set it up as Christian staggered to his feet. The Storm slugged him, then pulled him to the corner, where he placed him on top, as though for a superplex. Instead of climbing however, the Storm shouldered his legs and grabbed his waist, then pivoted around and hurled the blond Canadian through the table with a vicious crack!
The referee called for the bell, and Lillian announced the Hardys as the winners by disqualification, but the champions' music was playing. Almost as soon as it started, however, it was interrupted with the sound of screeching tires and crashing cars. The fans stood up and cheered the Commissioner as he walked out, microphone in hand. "All right, all right. Chris, Storm, I know you guys don't like me that much, and I've tried to be reasonable with your disregard for my authority, but you've violated one too many of my rulings and interfered in one too many matches. You leave me with no choice but to punish you and deal with the Tag Team title situation."
Mick Foley paused and then gestured out at the audience. "The fans would like to see me just strip you of the titles--" He broke off as both Benoit and the Storm screamed abuse at him, but he held up a hand and silenced them. "--but I'm not gonna do that. Instead, I'm going to book a match with you boys at Wrestlemania for your Tag Team titles. But, you see, it's going to be a very special match -- the second of its kind here in the WWF. You two will get in the ring, where you will face...Edge and Christian..." A brief cheer for the Canadian brothers, but very brief. "...and the Hardys--" Foley stopped as a loud cheer broke out for them. "--in the second-ever TLC Match."
The Storm and Benoit stared at him as the fans went crazy. Foley grinned and nodded at the fans, then went on. "You see, the Hardys are very good when it comes to ladders, and Edge and Christian...well, we all know they're the 'masters of the con-chair-to.' But you boys have shown a liking for tables in recent weeks, so that's why I've booked your three teams in our second-ever TLC Match...and we all know that TLC stands for Tables...and Ladders...and Chairs." The fans shouted the necessary finish to the line: "Oh My!"
Foley smiled at the cheering crowd, but then sobered. "But there's one thing, boys. And Storm, you can consider this your Storm Warning...if any one from any of those three teams interfere in any match involving the other teams, then that team loses their title shot at Wrestlemania...and if you boys interfere, then I will strip you of your titles, and ban you from ringside at Wrestlemania." He pointed at the two champions. "I mean it. No run-ins, no interfering, nothing. I am the Commissioner, and my decision is final! Have a nice day!"
Foley exited to his music while Benoit and the Storm argued with each other over how they were going to handle this. Finally, they stomped up the ramp, leaving the still-unconscious Edge, Christian, and Hardys in and around the ring.
-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. Naturally, the story's not over yet, and the next installment will feature the Wrestlemania TLC Match as well as trouble in the Benoit/Storm team. 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=-