WEB EXCLUSIVE! Bonus Glam Slam for Mass Destruction!

["The Fabulous One" Dan Fierce]

Glam Slam Web Exclusive #1 (Justin "Stormm" Michaels)

"Glamorous," by Fergie starts off a video package of snippets of the past Glam Slam segment highlights with Dan superimposed in live reactionary movements for comedic value, finishing with a rapid fire montage of his famous pose in the center of the ring as a precursor for the glitter cannons. A rain of "glitter" showers from the tops, fading the intro video into a scene with a studio setting.


A pair of leather chairs are angled just enough to face both one other, as well as the camera. There's a fuchsia throw pillow in the unoccupied seat to the left, and Dan is in the one on the right Between the chairs is an end table with a hand painted Greek vase replica filled with a dozen long stemmed roses. In front of the setting is a glass coffee table with a crystal pitcher of ice water and a pair of matching glasses, already filled.


Dan is dressed in a sharp looking button up fuchsia shirt with a diagonally striped black and fuchsia tie, tailored slacks, fuchsia socks and a pair of black Cole Haan Madison wing-tip Oxford lace up shoes to complete the ensemble. The window behind the scene seems to place the time of day as late night. Then again, it could be Hollywood magic, too. He's sitting essentially side-saddle in the chair with his legs crossed at the knees, a broad grin on his face.


Dan: Good evening, PCW Faithful! Welcome to the very first web exclusive Glam Slam!


Dan begins bouncing in his chair excitedly, clapping his hands.


Dan: I know, right? I'm beside myself with excitement. We have a very special guest tonight. Due to schedule clashes, the only time we were able to nail down for this little slice of heaven was half past 'holy hell it's late' o'clock. Three in the morning to be exact. I'm usually getting my beauty sleep this time of the night. The last time I was up this late, I had a cocktail in one hand and...


Dan pauses with a sly grin.


Dan: ...regret in the other. Anyhoo... I think it's time to bring on my wonderful guest. He was the 2006 Icemann Invitational Winner, a two-time Genesis Champion, and has held the North American and World titles once each. He recently suffered a broken clavicle and had to be sideline to recuperate. He hails from Kansas City, Kansas, close to my own stomping grounds. Please help me welcome the Force of Nature, Justin "Stormm" Michaels.

Canned applause and cheers bring in Michaels, who looks to be in a somber and irritable mood. He comes in, sporting jeans, a plain white tee shirt, and a Royals ball cap on top of his head. His left arm is in a sling from the surgery he had to repair his clavicle. Dan stands, motioning for Justin to take the empty seat, offering a limp wristed handshake, which Stormm grudgingly takes before being seated. Dan pauses for a few seconds to allow his guest to get comfortable before the fun begins.


Dan: First off, how are you doing? How's the injury healing?


Stormm: I'm tired, my arm is in a sling, and I've got someone I've never met before asking me how I am.


Stormm give a short pause before continuing with no lack of sarcasm in his voice.


Stormm: I'm on top of the world!



Ignoring the jab, Dan continues.


Dan: I know the fans are itching...


Stormm: No they're not, neither are the suits, nor the rest of the roster. Nobody's given a good god damn about the Force of Nature before, so why the hell would they start now? 10 years I've given to this company, and the thanks I get? A "don't sue us" card after my surgery, and a swift kick in the ass to the curb. They didn't even have the balls to call it what it is, an injury; they put me on a direct flight to a leave of absence. Luis keeps dodging my calls, and the revolving door on the President's office over the years doesn't really promote confidence at all, either. Jesus, a stipulation placed on my employment in PCW three years ago, by a piece of shit whose not even around anymore, was still preventing me from getting anywhere in this company. So no, nobody is itching for anything when it comes to Justin Michaels.


Dan: So... You think that others are dictating your career path? Is that it?


Stormm: You're damn right that's what I think. Somebody! Everybody! I've given more of my life to this company than I have any other in my career, and all of it has gone unappreciated. I had to buy the World title for anyone to see my worth when I got my shot, and they've ignored me ever since. Pure Class Wrestling would rather reward gimmicks over actual in-ring talent. Blue-haired elves, red-haired yokels, gothic shrews, and wanna-be rulers. Without all the bullshit politics behind the scenes, ain't a one of them could stand toe to toe with me, yet I'm the one being held down. PCW is the island of misfit toys for professional wrestling, and I just don't fit in.


Dan: As I recall, many of those people you eluded to actually HAVE stood toe-to-toe with you and won. Yet you're still going to cry foul? What's really behind this change of heart, Justin? Blame pointing isn't like you.


Stormm scoffs and shakes his head.


Stormm: They've stood toe-to-toe with someone the suits didn't want to win. You might be new around here, but surely you've got enough experience to not be that ignorant. They've only had their pocketbooks in mind, and if you aren't going to make them money, they are going to make sure you aren't in a position to hurt that outlook. It all looks legit in the ring, but there's always someone tugging on the strings. As far as my change of heart... I've been reactionary for as long as I can remember; saying shit that I don't even believe anymore. I've been trying to get everyone to like me or hate me, and I've either had the Faithfull's hands up my ass, or the executives swinging me around by those strings. I'm tired of being everyone's puppet!



Dan: That's fair enough I suppose. So what are your plans for the future then? When will we see the Force of Nature back in action?


Stormm: You suppose?! Just what this place needs, ANOTHER condescending jerk off asking questions and spewing false hype. You know, you're part of the goddamned problem!


Stormm has a long pause, breathing heavily as he tries to gain composure and calm down from lashing out.


Stormm: As far as my future is concerned, I won't be doing anything until I'm 100%. The surgery went well, and my PT seems to have me on pace to return soon. I wanted to be back for Mass Destruction, but as you can see, that's not going to happen.


Dan: Easy, sweetie. If you give yourself an aneurism, I can't promise I won't give mouth-to-mouth. I'll write that little outburst off as a side effect of the medication. Well, we look forward to your return. In the meantime, is there anything you want to say to anyone in particular?


Stormm: If you find anyone who is actually looking forward to my return, and not just being civil, be sure to let me know.


He pauses to think, adjusts his ball cap with right hand.


Stormm: What I have to say pertains to everyone associated with the dungeon this place has become. I'm fed up with just about everyone in PCW anymore, and I'm not going to sugarcoat it when I come back. I've made my mark here, but I plan on making it bigger before I finally hang 'em up, and I'll be damned if I let anyone hold me down! Not Luis. Not Mr. Next President for Six Months. Not the suits. Not anyone on the roster. Not even the faithful. If you cheer for me, it'll be for what I'm doing, not who I'm doing it do. If you boo me, it'll be for what I've done, not because the person standing opposite of me sells more merch!


Stormm stands up.


Stormm: I'm the best damn technical wrestler PCW has ever seen, and I'm going to prove that once again! No ears will be exempt from what I'm going to have to say, and no ass will be exempt from the mud holes I plan to stomp.


He pauses, thinking.


Stormm: But if I had to pick one person, it'd have to be Mikey. He took my title around this time last year, and if he still has it after Mass Destruction, well, you do the damn math...


Stormm starts to walk away, but stops and gets his face right up in the camera.


Stormm: ...because the Force of Nature is coming, and this is your warning!


Stormm walks off the set, leaving a befuddled and somewhat offended host. Dan breathes in deeply, swallowing his own irritation before exhaling and faking a smile at the camera.


Dan: While I'm sure Mr. "Bitter, Table for One" will make his comeback soon, I guess we'll have to find something else to slit our wrists to, like a Buck Brochamp promo or Raven Hex singing Karaoke. As enlightening as that was, that's all we have time for in this inaugural edition of the Glam Slam Web Exclusive. We hope you enjoyed it. Click the heart buttons, sweeties. If there's enough of them, we'll have another one in time for the next PPV, Living a Legacy 8! Share us on Twitter, Facebook, Pintrest, and other social media. BYE SWEETIES!