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HONOLULU NATIONAL AIRPORT....HONOLULU, HAWAII..SEPTEMBER 16 2000
**Storm's eyes open with a grin on his face. He sits up, and looks at his watch hearing the Jet engines shutting down. It was almost Noon...as he unhooked his seat belt, and started towards the window. The Honolulu press had already arrived, and were snapping pictures of his Jet. He hurriedly went and packed his bag so as to fight past the crowd. He had to make it to the front entrance where his good friend Mikhal was to pick him up.
Mikhal was one of his best friends in this entire world. He met him a couple of years ago at a frat party on the University of North Carolina's campus located in Chapel Hill.(UNC) The two hit it off indefinitely, as they were in the same line of work. Mikhal's family owned a resort down in Honolulu, Hawaii where they made a profitable sum of money. Mikhal was someone who believed in a no mercy attitude when it came to business. Storm and he were often times caught discussing business late into the night. Things came up unfortunately for Johnny Storm, and he needed to attend to business back in Charlotte where the Storm Corporation was going through changes due to some false advertising. The tribulation was short lived with Storm coming out on top, but upon his return his friend Mikhal had already returned to Hawaii.
They kept in touch, however, and became very good friends. Mikhal was one of the few people Storm actually trusted. Things had changed since that time. Storm was in the thick of things even after his first defeat, and somehow...was able to climb back on top. Who else in the Gladiator Wrestling Association could manage to hold the attention of so many people at once. Even Chad O' Runner.....although an idiot.......had to make mention of "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. The Taco Bell king wasn't too impressive though. Who was, however, was the hate Fury and MJ Francis showed even after all this time, even when Storm hadn't mentioned them in weeks. There was no true point, and now Fury was going to try and push him around. Fury actually thought of himself as some big man...who was the ultimate supreme leader of the GWA....The God of the GWA.
Storm laughs out loud at this thought as he pulls the bag up onto his shoulder, and starts towards the exit. The stairs had already been placed in under the hatch, as the door opens and flash photography begin flooding the Jet enterance. Storm appears much to the cheers of the Hawaiian fans. Storm makes his way down the stairs, and starts towards the crowd. He wades through saying a few words to individual people. They pat him on the back, and cheer as he makes his way towards the gate leading into the Airport itself. He manages to get past the crowd, and into the door slamming it shut escapeing them for the moment. Upon stepping inside, several people buying and selling tickets stop what they are doing, and look over at him.
His eyes open wide as a crowd begins to form here now..in such a short span of time. Storm takes off running towards the Map set up in the middle of the floor. He sees the exit location, as the crowd begins to follow him throughout the airport. He curses in under his breath as he turns to take off running. He rounds around the corner where the Baggage Train can be seen spinning bags and suitcases around on a tread mill type contraption. The crowd barges towards Storm, who jumps on the Luggage Trolly, and Spins into a narrow shaft. He ends up in a room by himself, with thousands of suitcases, and boxes. He soon finds an exit, and is able to get to the front of the place without much of a hassel from there on out. Mikhal is seen standing beside a car looking around the crowd that has followed another of the GWA superstars to their limo. Storm swiftly hops into the 69' Mustang before Mikhal even notices him. Storm pushes in on the horn, as the sound blasts from in under the car. Mikhal turns around startled, and then climbs into his car. He looks to Storm, as both men exchange a handshake.**
Mikhal: Long time no see Johnny! What's the deal....didn't feel like holding back the fans with sticks today?
Mr. Fantastic: Not today. All I've heard all week long is Johnny Storm's involvement in this....and Johnny Storm's involvement in this......Needless to say I really don't care what these Spam Sucking Trailer Park Trash Inbred s want to know.
Mikhal: (chuckles a few moments) I don't think they sell Spam around here Johnny...
Mr. Fantastic: I think you know what I mean. These fans interject themselves into our business as if we care what they personally think. GWA sign's my check, but the Fans provide the money for those checks. So there in turn I work for the fans......I Don't Think So! The way I see it...I put my body on the line for my own intentions and purposes.....it just so happens that this provides these fans with a service. A service they are willing to pay for. There are always two ways to look at it...some say without fans Wrestlers wouldn't have a job......well without Wrestlers those same fans wouldn't have their Wednesday night Blood Baths on GWA TV and no method of entertainment. I choose the latter!
Mikhal: Whatever you say Johnny. We can discuss everything at the Villa. Oh...and Johnny....Welcome to Hawaii!
**Johnny Storm rolls his eyes blurting out a laugh as Mikhal puts the car in drive with a smile. The trip is not a long one..coming to the beach front area where Mikhal's family was originally from. The small quaint village had changed much though. The Hawaiian people had made it a point of making money at the expense of nature choosing them to live in the lush paradise. The one time village was now one of the largest resorts in Honolulu, and was considered a Four Star establishment all the way. Storm lolls his head to look out of the window lazily, as the car passes through lush vegetation on the long road of resorts. Near the very end Johnny could see the Honolulu Rest & Relaxation Health Spa.....Mikhal's place.
The two men exit the car, as a doorman jumps in and drives it around back. Mikhal leads Johnny to his room, where he leaves him to settle in. After several minuetes of just laying on the bed, trying to free himself of the Jet Lag, Storm finally slips into some comfortable clothes and starts towards the poolside area. Several beautiful women from around the world are seen laying in the lounge chairs upon his arrival. He raises his eyebrows as a few catch his eye. He steps over to a secluded, yet palm shaded area, where he nestles himself down into one of the comfortable seats. He breathes in the sea air, and looks to the pool water that glistens in the sun.**
*****LATER****
**It wasn't long in the current surroundings, Storm found himself drousy. His eyes fluttered closed, but soon were awoke by a gentle nudge. Mikhal sits next to him in another of the lounge chairs looking his way with an unusual smile. A outdoor vendor steps over, and sets two mixed drinks down in front of the two men and smiles graciously to Storm who delivers a fiffty dollar bill from out of no where. Storm nods as he steps off, and Mikhal picks up his cocanut shaped glass.**
Mikhal: You know....You don't have to buy the drinks at my own club..(chuckles)..so what have you been up to Johnny....Sorry about your loss. I got my servant to record it for me. Tough break.
Mr. Fantastic: I don't see it that way Mikhal. It's not like I was beaten by a no talent Jobber. Matter of fact, I'd rather not even talk about it. He was the better man, and it's time for Johnny Storm to do what he does best, and that's win championships.
Mikhal: Speaking of....your in the qualifying match ups at the Pay Per View.....again...what was that guy's name?
Mr. Fantastic: Chris Carpenter.(smiles for a moment and then looks to Mikhal) I'd rather not talk about him either....(chuckles)
Mikhal: Well...WHAT IS IT THAT YOU DO WANT TO TALK ABOUT?!?
Mr. Fantastic: (chuckles again at Mikhal who is obviously trying hard to get him to laugh) I want to talk about anything but wrestling. Focus comes easily to me....I don't underestimate any opponents, but I don't see where constant involvement must be used to win. I am a superior athlete..plain and simple. Besides...Pay Per View is a week away...and I've got Doomsday at Insurrection. Isn't that rich.....I know that I offered the match...but you'd think these Heavy Artillery boys would learn every once in awhile. I mean Jesus....How many times do I have to F*ck this dude up with a chair before he realizes that I'm not playing anymore of these bull sh*t games!
Mikhal: Perhaps...you have to do something off the wall to end the idiocy. For instance......The way you had Alek Cage taser the Connor chick! Now that was the way to deal with someone. No mercy...no worries. Eliminating the competition.
Mr. Fantastic: Actually...I had nothing to do with it....
Mikhal: Oh COME ON! Johnny I'm not one of your wrestling buddies....or an ass backwards named reporter......I'm your friend. You can go ahead and tell me the truth. That whole set up reaked of you. I mean...what motive would Cage have to do that on his own?
Mr. Fantastic: Good question. I have no clue. It makes no sense...unless of coarse.....if it was an attempt to get my attention!(Storm smiles evily now) You see...Mr. Cage thinks that this is some game that I've hatched for my own personal gain....
Mikhal:(oddly looking Storm over) And it's not?
Mr. Fantastic: (ponders the question).....well....Of Coarse it is! BUT! This might be his way of trying to show me he doesn't want to be apart of the game. He's not messing around. Trying to intimidate me into letting him free.(chuckles)...if it is....it was a sad attempt. Hell.....Connor apologized to me......so she nailed Bock.....Why would I give two F*cks about Bock. He's an associate...there is a different. These men are like assassins....(pauses for a moment after the word escapes his mouth, and then shakes the image out of his mind)....They are paid to do what I want. If they engage in tribulations upon the way, it's not always in my best interests to follow after them. You see...Alek Cage was going to be fired....I...being the Financial Assistant of the GWA decided to give Cage a break. I bought out his contract from Ali, and was allowed ownership over him. Slavery or not....it was still a good deal. I have the services of a man who has no choice. If he goes against me...I bury him. If he complies with my demands....he doesn't. I'm not a complete asshole. Given the proper performance, I might even be inclined to hand Cage a few freebies. To tell you the truth Mikhal.....I'm surprised he had the balls to do what he did to Connor. One things for sure though....He's been able to goad Trace VanReardon into a Title match. Despite the methods, it was actually smart thinking. While Connor is in shaky condition still.......Trace must wrestle in a match. Tell me....if you companion in life met a death defying accident....would you think about the match, or her condition. Cage has the advantage. That is of coarse if he doesn't F*ck it up by actually caring about his actions. That seems to be his main problem. He actually cares. I don't understand it!
Mikhal: Jesus Johnny! The man's only human. Sometimes I forget your in the asshole business. Perhaps you should cut the kid a break, and see what comes of it.
Mr. Fantastic: (seems to be in thought)...Perhaps your right. We'll see who walks away from this title exchange, and then I'll decide if Mr. Cage needs a break or not. As for Mr. Bock, he has his own problems. The Circle will definitely be out to keep a strong grip on their newest investment...Rachel Winston & The Outlaw.....as will I.
Mikhal: What do you mean by, "as will I"? Something your not spilling forth Johnny?
Mr. Fantastic: You know, for someone who runs a health spa, a place of relaxation, you sure are a Stressful Son of a B!tch!
Mikhal: (chuckling) Yeah..Yeah! So what plans do you have before you actually focus on this match?
Mr. Fantastic: Not a thing.
Mikhal: Good! Dinner....Eightish....I'll provide you with a tour of the island.
Mr. Fantastic: You know...I have visited you before Mikhal...I know the island pretty well.
Mikhal: Oh I know that! I just thought you might want to find some female entertainment.....or has Johnny Storm lost his pizzazz with the ladies?(chuckles some more)
Mr. Fantastic: I'm in......now...leave me the hell alone for a couple of hours...let me rest.....or relax....or do whatever it is your supposed to do in this place!
**Mikhal just smiles and shakes his head, as he starts back inside the large hotel area. Storm drops even lower down into the comfortable seat, and dozes for awhile. Eventually tiring of this, he returns to his room, and gets ready to search the island for suitable women.**
HONOLULU REST & RELAXATION HEALTH SPA, SEPTEMBER 17 2000
**Johnny Storm wakes up dazed for a moment from post morning drowsiness. He sits up in his bed, and carelessly looks down to the beautiful blonde laying beside him. His eyes quickly adjust as he leans forward, a massive hangover after the wild night with Mikhal. The ladies they had picked up somewhere in between the adventure. One was a native to the island.....one that Mikhal took a liking to quickly. The other was a Blonde Business Consultant...here on vacation with her friend from New York. In all actuality, Storm and Mikhal had flipped a coin on which one they would serenade. Afterwards, they were both pleased with their choices.
But now was the time to get back to business, and he really didn't want to undergo the usual breakfast instilled after a hot night of passion. He silently slips into a GodSmack T-shirt, and a pair of Silver plastic pants. He then stealthly makes his way out of the door, ever so gently closing it shut behind him. He then unceremoniously takes off running down the hall. As he rounds the corner he topples over a much smaller man, completely knocking him off of his feet. Storm without realizing who it is, turns with a pissed off look....to see none other than Ross Bobby, Head GWA Reporter. Storm angrily jerks Bobby from the ground as he shakes from fright. A door can be heard from down the hall, and Storm's name being called. Footsteps ensued, as Storm threw Bobby into the elevator, and Storm dove in after him. The cameraman stood there mouth open, seeing as how he never even stepped foot off of the elevator. The doors close just as Storm catches sight of the blonde wearing his Black Sabbath: We Sold our Soul for Rock N' Roll t-shirt. Storm infuriated goes to stop the elevator, but is to late as it plummets to the ground level. Storm angrily exits the elevator cursing in under his breath, until finally looking over at Bobby with intense eyes.**
Mr. Fantastic: What in the hell do you want Ross? Can you not see this is a crisis moment. To go back up there for my Black Sabbath T-Shirt and face the music, or not to....NOW THAT IS THE QUESTION!(Storm paces back and forth, looking upwards towards his floor angrily)
Ross: (chuckling now in understanding of Storm's referrals) Well...I actually wanted to get a word with you on GWA business....if you ....(AHEM)...Have the time.(lets out a loud horse laugh at the mention of the last comment)
Mr. Fantastic: OH...All Right! I haven't had breakfast yet...lets see what they got to eat around here.
**Storm turns from Ross who agrees to follow. They don't have to hunt long until finally reaching a beautiful sea side view of Honolulu's beach! They find a table amongst the other guests, who now turn in wonder at the sight of the Television Camera. Storm sets himself down at on near the end of the room. Ross also joins him at the table. After a brief order of eggs, pancakes, and juice, Ross goes right into his first question.
Ross: (to the camera) I'm here today with "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm GWA fans....right here at the beautiful Honolulu Rest & Relaxation Health Spa! Now...Johnny Storm.......you have an opponent for this Wednesday on Insurrection that stands at a whopping 6'11, and weighs in at 357 pounds! Now how are you...standing at 6'6....256 pounds.....going to combat his massive build?
Mr. Fantastic: Well Ross.....I'm going to jab my thumb into his eye, scoop my thumb forward popping his eye out onto his cheek. Then I'm going to drive my knee....as hard as I can into his Testicular area.....and as he turns different shades of red...I'm going to drop him to the mat with the Fantasticator for the one....two.....three!
Ross: Surely you don't think it will be that easy do you? I mean......This is a very liable opponent. He's shown countless times his massive strength.....even a couple of weeks ago he drove a referee down to a table from ringside! How can you jest at such a devastating opponent.
Mr. Fantastic: Oh will you give it a rest Bobby! This guy is a over grown Make A Wish Kid! Let me give you the run down on this match..in it's entirety! He'll stumble his idiotic ass down the ramp way, step into the ring, and watch me bounce all over him, until he finally ends up on his back looking up at the rafters...listening as 1...2...3 rings out, and the fans go nuts for my victory! NO...NO...Scratch that...the Big Dumb Bastard can't Count to Three....let alone actually understand some of the big words I've just used! So Ross...unless you ask me a question that has any measure of intelligence to it.....consider this interview over!
Ross: Ok! OK! What about Stephanie Connor....Did you order Alek Cage to attack Connor with the taser?
Mr. Fantastic: Did I not just make myself clear Bobby? INTELLIGENT QUESTION! Your petty GWA itinerary don't mean shit to me...but while we are on the subject...(mockingly)Did Johnny Storm have Alek Cage attack Stephanie Connor with the taser.....(back to normal).....I didn't have anything to do with it. Cage was pissed after the little spill he took with The Kindred...and I held him at bay with my taser. After he finally calmed down.....I went about my business. Now it's true I set the Taser down on the bench in my locker room....and it's true I had a few discriminating thoughts against Miss Connor written down on a parchment next to the Taser......but I never told Alek Cage to go after Connor! I threw that paper away after I saw that Connor had apologized to me...
Ross: She apologized to you as a distraction so as to Mace Bock! How can you accept that apology as valid?
Mr. Fantastic: (with a shocked, but smart ass look to Ross Bobby) Are you insinuating that Miss Connor was not sincere? That Miss Connor was a FLAT OUT LYING BITCH?!?!?
Ross: I NEVER SAID THAT!!!!!!
Mr. Fantastic: Well you'd better be glad that's not what you said! There would be hell to pay if you spoke of her that way, and Trace found out!
Ross: WELL WHAT ABOUT WHAT YOU JUST SAI.....
Mr. Fantastic: (cutting Ross Bobby off in mid sentence) Intelligent Question Ross.....remember......Intelligent Question! You only get one more shot at this before I have you booted from this fine establishment!
Ross: Very well.....My last order of business......Chris Charpenter......Qualifying match up into the Gladiator Championship Main Event at the GWA's upcoming PPV......Adrenaline Eruption!
Mr. Fantastic: (He eyes Ross Bobby, who gains a nervous demeanor at the thought of being thrown out in front of all these people. Storm then smiles reassuringly, and leans back in his chair.) FINALLY! You've said something to keep my attention more than five minutes! Gladiator Championship......a title that will be mine in just a matter of days. Chris Charpenter....you are new to this federation, so I'm not sure what to think of you. You seem to find everything a joke, and rather than mentioning the things that are worth while in your pathetic career...you wish to speak to your idiotic fan base in the Sh!t Hole that is Canada! Yes sir...I saw your little promo a couple of days ago. I wasn't too impressed. Your just another jack ass who thinks they can come right on in and take what I've been able to do for myself here in the GWA!
Storm: A lot of people may wonder exactly what that feat is....Becoming a short lived participant in the Legion Tag Title Reign....or competing on the level of such stars as my former partner. Or perhaps it's just pissing off Steven Fury, our self proclaimed God.....and MJ Francis...Our self proclaimed BITCH! No....It's not all of that....although...they were pretty God Damn entertaining. It's the pure action of Johnny Storm becoming the most hated man in the GWA! They pay me to piss people off....they pay me to make these fans hate me....and I've done my job! Now it's time for.....ME! I don't play Games Mr. Charpenter...because quite simply...I win to easily. This is not a game....this is professional wrestling at it's finest. We are the elite....we are the strong....we are the one's, to coin a phrase "Who Strive to Survive!" in a relatively brutal field of competition. You....are not such competition.
Storm: Why you may ask would I not consider you top of the line? I qoute from your little Fan Mail promo "That will happen at the next GWA PPV when I beat whoever my opponent is in my qualifying match...." My little pip squeak...I find this almost unbearable. Why, oh Why, do I have to wait till The PPV to kick your Canadian Ass?! You think that you are going to just waltz in and pick up a victory over a World Class Athlete such as myself. You see I don't limit myself to one country like you do, as my abilities exceed past my home country. Second off....it's obvious that half of the F*cking Roster has been watching just a little to much of the competition. If your going to come at me with a Jack Ass catch phrase...then at least be original! All I've seen out of your mouth is holic this...and holic that..and I think you know where I'm going with this, so I want mention any names. The only holic you need to worry about is that Alcoholic Mother of yours, and that dead beat daddy living across the border!
Storm: Charpenter...I don't give a sh!t where you're from......I don't give sh!t who you are.....I'm here in the GWA for one reason..and one reason only! To become the Gladiator Wrestling Association Gladiator Champion! The best of the best! Cause I have the most Fantastic body.....The most Fantastic face...and after I kick your ass I'll have the most Fantastic Gold....around my Fantastic waist.....Charpenter.....be prepared..to be Fantastically...Eliminated. Doomsday....your yet another sacrificial lamb on my way to the top. The New Wave of Violence has arrived, and I carry the mantle of it's name! Now Ross...get your lame ass out of here, so I can actually enjoy this meal!
**Ross Bobby signals the cameraman to go, as he also disappears from the scene as quickly as possible. Mikhal walks silently over to Storm, and sits down with him. Storm looks out to the ocean for long moments as if in deep thought. He then looks to Mikhal....and smiles broadly. They converse for a few moments, untill the Blonde and the young lady Mikhal had picked up are seen standing angrily in the entrance way. Storm & Mikhal exchange glances, and then hurriedly exit out a side door. The ladies give chase, as Storm & Mikhal look for a place to hide.**