Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 5:56:23 GMT
SEPTEMBER 20TH 2000...CASTLE SANT' ANGELO......ROME, ITALY
**Johnny Storm's private jet had landed sometime early this morning. It was mid afternoon now at Castle Sant' Angelo where Storm was staying for the weekend of the PPV. Storm was'nt to sure of what to expect upon arrival at the Castle. I mean....as far as it was known...it was drafty and smelled old. He had not been informed that the Castle also was moderenized sometime in the early 90's. Upon finding this out he was most pleased. He knew the Kindred owned a castle somewhere in England, but Storm did'nt see why untill arriveing. The scene was beautiful. The rent for the structure's owners was astounding to normal people, but Johnny Storm had it specially rented to him for a fair price of $12000 for the full week. Storm thought of this as chump change, and did'nt see the relivance of trying to get a deal with the owners. Storm now found the comfort of the King's Bed Chamber where he was sprawled out on the humongous bed. Chris Carpenter had given him a run for his money. There was no doubt if the referee was'nt such an Ass that he would have won the match and eliminated Carpenter all together. The way things transpired however...it did'nt matter. Storm ensured his spot in the GWA Gladiator Title match at the PPV. No one had ever heard of such a match. His mind drifted from the events that occurred on Insurrection to the Future. Three rings under one cage. Weapons hanging from the cage. There will be tables set up between the rings.To win the title you must crawl through a small door which leads into a crawl tunnel.The door at the end of the tunnel will open for 1 minute every 3 minutes after the first 5 minutes of the match. The tunnel will lead to the top of the crowd barrier. If you are stuck in the tunnel when the 1 minute is up a trap door in the floor of the tunnel opens and you fall to the floor and are eliminated. Once out you run up the stairs to the top row where the Gladiator Title will be hanging over a ladder with head of security Rellan Shard standing next to it. The ramifications of a match up of this magnitude was nothing short of amazing. If Storm could pull off the victory for the Gladiator Title.....takeing on the best of the best on the roster....and surviveing every single one of them! This was his chance...to prove himself to the GWA roster...and to prove himself to himself. There was no need for over confidance. The match was amazing at best. There would be non stop action revolving all about him. The only game plan that made sense....would be if Storm kept himself out of the spot light. He already had a huge sign on his back just because he was one of the best...but now with Steven Fury angry with him....things may be even worse. Storm hated to admit it...but Fury was in a position of GWA power. Storm had no doubt that he could take Fury in a wrestling match.....but Fury was'nt even a wrestler anymore....he was a politician. He was the president of the Gladiator Wrestling Association. And deep down....Storm knew that MJ Francis and Fury were more crooked than the Jack Asses in Washington D.C. Ali was no different. Ali had been an ally in these past weeks..but in truth he was another Ex-Circle member out for himself. The GWA was in trouble whether people saw it right now or not......but one thing remained the same. GWA was still on top. Since Fury and Ali began their rants at each other...the Rateings had been great...and the booking commitee were actually doing their jobs...unlike Tyler Riggs who nearly broke the GWA with his assenine booking schedule. Even though Storm and Fury did'nt like each other...they still agreed on the one thing that mattered......the survival of the GWA! Fury however would be dealt with one way or another.....inside the GWA....or out! Now was the time for focus. The greatest match in the History of the federation was the pinnacle point....the one chance for Storm to make the impact he desired. The roster would have to take him serious...and so would All Three men in power over the head offices. "Mr. Fantastic" would have to live up to his promises...and live up to his dreams. The time had finally come for him to become the champion he was born to be. He did'nt deny the hardships of the battle.....but he would not be denied! Denied the chance to become champion. Denied the chance to prove his worth to the company. Denied the chance to get some sort of respect in the back. Denied to gain the following of the new wave of violence. He would not be denied! His thoughts continue their driffting as he finds himself all of a sudden tired. His eyes flutter shut, as he rolls over onto his stomach burrying his face in his pillow. The comfort & softness enveloped him to the core of his soul, and he felt warm as he soared into unconsciousness. Sleep was an open arm, to a very exausted man.**
It's time for you to wake
It's time for you to fly
It's time for you to try again
It's time for you to comply
Caught up in your lack of descision
Caught up in your life
Caught up in perfection
Caught up in your own mind
It's time for me to consider
That which you try and hide
brought up in this different world
you try and pascify
Now it is the rythom
during day or night
you will be victorious
Or you will not know light
Surely this is the way
Surely this is the time
Surely you have the patience
Surely you will do fine
**Storm's eyes open slowly as he sits up in the place where he is. He lays upon the same bed...but the room has changed. Black curtains hold out the sun's rays, as black embodies the whole room. For some odd reason a weight feels like it is being poured onto his chest...for he can't move. As he struggles, the tightness grows. He feels submerged by something...liquidy...but more than that. Yet he sat in this dark room. The only thing visiable really the bed. It was in perfect light and color. It made no sense! What was this holding him down on the bed...what was this voice that played this melody through his head. Rather than struggle against the force holding him down...he relaxed, and layed back into the bed's pillows. Upon doing so the surface feels hard as a rock. He rolls over and see's stone in under him. His eyes squint in non understandance, as he looks up...and he is no longer surrounded by black....but by the ruins of the Colloseum in Rome. The struggling presence that held him down before is gone, as he is able to reach his feet. He looks around confused, as he stumbles forward looking for an exit. How did he get here. Why was he here. Where was the GWA ring crew.....the PPV would'nt be that far off. He looks around the huge structure....some of it's remains downed into the actual fighting pits of the Colloseum. Men actually put their lives into the entertainment of others. Competition beyond belief....where men had to combat lions...bears....and other predators.....includeing man itself. The power of this place almost seemed to reach out and touch you. As Storm investigated one side of the massive arena....a clicking sound came from behind. He whirled around, and as he did...the sounds of the Arena blasted out into the air. He looked around himself, and saw millions of people packed into the seats of the colloseum. He was surrounded by people cheering and clapping...as he looked to the spot where the King and Queen sat. There he saw Steven Fury & MJ Francis sitting in the makeshift thrones. Storm's eyes get wide, as Fury makes a sliceing motion with his thumb across his throat. The clicks get louder, as Storm cocks his head to the side..and see's that one of the enterance gates that held the people out...and the combatants in slowly opening. From the confines it is seen a massive lion appears, stalking out of the gate. In it's magnificense the beast has to be considered beautiful, but also deadly. It stalks around the are it was released in as the fan's hush. Storm looks back to Fury's position, as he places a crown on his head. He points out at Storm, and shouts an unheard order. The lion roars loudly causeing Storm to cringe and focus on the beast. The lion starts makeing it's way slowly towards Storm as if he was prey in the field. Storm began to run as the lion continued it's slow movement towards him. Upon reaching one of the walls...he tried his best to climb up the wall itself. Two guards came out of no where. One looked like Jack Ottis, GWA commisioner...the other...Relan Shard..new security officer for the GWA. They carried with them long poles, to which they droped down onto storm, and pushed him back down into the pit. Storm landed on his back as he fell from the wall, and as he turned back to see the lion's position...he found that it was now stareing him right in the face. The lion let out a deafening roar...as Storm tried to back away slowly, makeing no sudden movements. Without warning the Lion lept towards storm with it's front paws stretched out to slice him. Storm instinctively brings up his hands to meet the lion, and he sets a powerfull stance, pushing hard against the lion. Interlocking his fingers between the lion's paw. Now interlocked together...the man & the beast push for all their worth. Storm feels overwhelmed, as the power of the animal bears down on him, and he can feel the hot breath and fangs comeing close to his jugular. He closes his eyes upon the strain....he hears something that was said at Insurrection twirl in his mind over and over. Kevin Gaines' voice enters his mind...and is loud like it filled the whole arena. "Chris Carpenter is like a lion ready and willing to rip Johnny Storm's head off!" Storm's eyes shoot open as he looks back into the eyes of Chris Carpenter. Storm and Carpenter struggle against each other, but Carpenter gets the advantage. As he pushes Storm down....Fury stands to his feet. Carpenter looks to him, and Storm follows his vision. He see's Fury extend his fist out, and hold his thumb up. It twisted slowly, untill it pointed down. Storm's eyes became fearful, as Carpenter laughed loudly. The laugh....caused Johnny Storm's eyes to shoot open from sleep. He sat straight up in bed, the dream seemingly over....but the laughing continued for some reason. The room was dark now...evidently night had creeped in on him while he was napping. The laugh echoed through out the room, untill a figure could be made out standing in the doorway leading to the terrace. The moon shown in on the figure...but did'nt reveal the face. The figure did'nt move an inch, but the white of his eyes could be seen narrowing in on Storm. The figure reaches into his pocket for something as Storm reaches his feet, and starts towards him. Upon getting closer, the face smiles...and Storm reckognizes Skylar Thomas! Storm's eyes grow wide as his hand comes out of his pocket holding a .357 Magnum. As Thomas starts to point it towards Storm, Storm throws a martial arts front kick knocking the gun up and over the railing. Skylar looks surprised at first that Storm knew any martial arts......then his facial expression changes to a smile. A challenge.....Storm returns the smile....thinking the same thing. Skylar peels forward with unmatched speed......unmatched untill he came to Storm who blocks the punch hurling towards his face. Skylar surprised at Storm's matching speed..backs away defensively for a moment...before smileing again. A decent challenge at that. The smile once again is returned, as the two engage each other again. Skylar comes within strikeing distance of Storm and throws a front punch directly towards Storm's nose, to which Storm brings his hand in a circular motion throwing the punch away from him. The blocking manuever causes Skylar's momentum to go that direction...and as he goes off balance, he uses the momentum to follow through and bring in a back hand with his other hand. Storm ducks this, and goes for a hard jab to Skylars exposed ribs...to which Skylar jumps back out of range. Storm stumbles forward towards Skylar who meets him with a well placed side kick that rocks him to a vertical position. Skylar then throws in a few Thai kicks to the left thigh in a sweeping motion causeing Storm's legs to buckle in under him. Skylar then whirls around on the heel of his foot with unbelieveable balance driveing the heel of his foot right into Storm's nose knocking him completely off of his feet. As Skylar moves in to get ontop of Storm, he places his foot on Skylar's chest, and Pushes him hard where he crashes into the door faceing hard. Storm then rocks his legs back, and then hard forward, useing the momentum to jump up to his feet. Skylar lunges forward with a spear like manuever to which Storm sidesteps and brings his knee into his ribs. Skylar hunches over, as Storm turns into his body driveing his elbow down int the center of his back casueing Skylar to arch back in pain. Storm then spins up and over Skylar's still bent over frame landing on his feet. As Skylar looks in that direction...he barely has time to see Storm's front kick slam into his face knocking him hard to the ground. Storm smiles at Skylar as blood rushes down from his nose into his mouth. The taste is odd.....warm.....comforting. He understood why Skylar would love such a life. Skylar rolled himself over in a defensive position, and up to his feet in an attack stance. He looks to Storm....who is still smileing, and Skylar can't help but do the same. Blood running down his own nose....dripping down into his mouth. But as Storm watches Skylar...the nose that is broken...unlike his own...can visiablly seen reconstructing itself inside of his skin. How was Storm going to combat such a villian. How could he stand the pain against an opponent who did'nt have too. Storm assumed another defensive stance, as Skylar nodded, and made his way towards him a bit more cautiously. Skylar sent in a side sweep to Storm's left leg once again...but Storm jumped up and over the sailing foot aimed in on his thigh. As he landed Skylar already had his foot flying towards Storm with a swinging roundhouse. Storm threw his hand up hard as the kick knocked him over a little...but was relatively blocked. Storm throws in a punch of his own...to which Skylar hooks his arm and locks it in an arm breaking position. Storm throws the other one, to which Skylar does the same to this one. As he lifts up for the final break on the two limbs, Storm rams his forehead into Skylars almost reconstructed nose. Skylar releases the hold out of shock, as Storm begins throwing an array of punches. To which Skylar meets them with the proper block. The sparratic reversals of martial arts leads them all the way out to the terrace where they are 7 stories high from the ground. Storm throws a side kick to Skylar's chest...but Skylar catches it in air. He drives his elbow down into the knee causeing the leg to break. Storm's eyes fill with tears, but only because of the pain. Skylar smiles deviously, as he pulls Storm in by his broken leg. As he gets closer, he can Skylar's whispers.**
I MADE YOU...YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME!!!!
**Skylar's grin is almost sparkling in the moonlight, as his form begins to change right before his eyes. Storm's mouth goes slack jawed as Chris Damm stands across from him smileing away, retaining the grip Skylar had on his leg. Storm looks down...and the scenes of the Castle Terrace are gone, and he stands far above the Concrete that is below the GWA rampway. Storm looks up at Damm again who is battered and beaten. Damm pulls him in, and lifts him up on his shoulder, starting towards the very edge of the Rampway. Storm kicks his feet, and slides down behind him giveing him a hard shove almost causing him to fall from the structure. Damm teeters on the edge however.....and with out warnning Storm gets a running go and pushes Damm along with himself off of the structure. They both go crashing down into what was once a dough-nut table. Storm's eyes open after the wreckage, and he reaches to pull himself up. As he stands, he looks around his surroundings. The arena is gone...as are his opponents. The void where he stands is black. Total darkness envelopes his soul. He stumbles backwards looking around the emptiness...nothing visiable....nothing period. His eyes can not adjust, for there is nothing to adjust too. He blinks...and smoke begins to arise from out of no where...his heart beats...he knows this place. Is this hell. Nothingness. To be trapped in ever wakeing consiousness...but in a void of nothingness. Storm walks forward...no destination in sight. For there was nothing in sight but pitch black. Something..an image...perhaps a structure stands off in the distance now upon turning to look behind him. He squints his eyes, as he starts towards the object. Upon getting closer he can make out a Parking Metor. He shakes his head in confusion. He reaches it, and looks upon the Metor times. One reads Reality...another reads Dreams....and the final one reads inbetween. Storm reaches into his pocket...feeling around for any change. His hand catches hold of something cold, as he pulls it forth from his pocket. A shiney silver quarter is revealed in the palm of his hand, as he looks back to the metor. He places the Quarter in the slot, to which he hears the gears starting to wind. Then a ticking sound....but something is different...something is wrong. He reaches up, and clicks the turner towards Reality, and as soon as it clicks to comply, the metor Explodes sending Storm hurling into the air. He lands hard on his back somewhere out in the midst of the darkness. He reaches up, and he is not badly injured unbelieveably. He sits up forward, and looks towards the Explosion. There in the midst of where the metor stood is a tall lankey individual. He wears a robe, with a hood that reaches far down in front of his face, casting a shadow all over his body. Storm begins to speek....but several other Explosions spark off in the distance. In the second explosion....a large man is seen standing with a red glow about him, but his face shrouded in darkness. He has a chain connected to some unseen source untill finally the third explosion sounds. In the midst of smoke and fire, kneels a females body. She is connected to the large mans chain, and he pulls it tight as she begins to growl as if she were feral. The Fourth Explosion blasts, and a wall of fire surrounds a human form standing within it. The flames shoot off all around him, as Storm views their horrifying presence. As he backs away from their dead eyes, he stumbles against something and falls directly on his rear. He whirls around, to see a staircase. At the top a huge throne like structure. Storm shudders, as he see's the dark figure sitting upon it. The figure's smile can be seen from here.....and as Storm appears to try and run...he is cut off by a blur of something traveling at a great deal of speed. He turns in another direction and the blur cuts him off....in another.....and in another...untill the quick motion finally finds him dizzy, and he takes a place upon his ass on the ground. When he looks up, a man he thought long dead stands over him, holding up several strings in a bunched up fist. Storm follows the strings, as they are connected all over his body. Redemption's deep hollowing voice rings out as he speaks.**
Redemption: You chose Reality Storm.....(smiles as darkness floods his face, and his yellow eyes glow evily in the darkness.) It's quite simple......I AM YOUR REALITY!! I am the one who pulls your strings....decides your fate.....makes your choices. You are my puppet...you are my vessel...and I spread my seed through your festering lies, and your pathetic attempts at rebuttals. I am your Violence. I am your Innosense....I am your fear...your hate...your love...your kindness....your vengeance.....I am your GOD.....I AM YOUR REDEMPTION!!!! This is your world Storm....You must return home..you must return to the place where you belong! That is with me....beside me.....to the right of me just like Jesus in the land of heaven. I am your father, your mother, your sister, and your brother...the Alpha & the Omega. I am the lamb.....I am the lion. Prey & Predator. You will now know your reality....for it will always....and forever will be......REDEMPTION!!
**The words ring out in Storm's mind as he fearfully backs away from the 7'5 monster that Was Redemption. Was Redemption! Redemption was dead! Storm's eyes zero in on the man's face.....and his own becomes pain filled and enraged all at the same time. He jerks up to his feet and throws himself forward into the Frayed Ends of Sanity! Press & Salvation try to stop him....but he tears through them...inch by inch, Oracle & Revelation stand in front of Storm to stop his attack...but are also torn asunder. Flameing Youth hooks onto Storm, who fights angrily untill Youth is torn away from him. Redemption stands high upon the throne...holding out his hands..his glowing eyes burning down on Storm's frame. Storm runs towards him full force.....jumping into the thick of his void. Redemption screams out as Storm tears into his body. Redemption drops to the ground before Storm, holding his hands out in fear. Storm closes his eyes, as tears roll down his face. Redemption's body becomes liquified, and seeps into Storm's waiting body. Storm holds his head up, and his eyes open as the yellow glowing eyes are now his. Suddenly the submerged feeling comes over him once again. He is unable to breathe. His lungs on fire now...unbearable.....loseing himself. The chains of life holding him by the wrists. He struggles...pulling the chains till they are taught in under the pressure. The chains burst free from his wrists, and he plunges forward from the waters of the sea like a baby from the deapths of his mother. He sucks in a deep breath, allowing a long exhale in return. He was Reborn! His eyes open once again, and he is in Mazatlan Mexico in the sea where he had been before. He wades through the shallow waters up onto the shore where he plopped down in thought. He did'nt understand fully what was happening, but he felt finally at peace. With the past.....With his life.....and most importantly...with himself. The Demons had been vanquished....it was time for reckolection. To think about the future, and how to learn from the past. As he is in this thought, he notices a twinkle out of the corner of his eye. He looks up towards the sun setting on the ocean.....and he realizes something is comeing his way. As it gets closer, it appears to be a female form. Upon it's arrival, Storm reaches his feet, and looks up at the black latex mask of Vixxxen looking down at him. She runs her hands up her body provocatively and up her kneck all the way over her face. Upon revealing her face from her hands, the form has turned into Stephanie Connor. Storm looks on in confusion once again...the only word to describe the way he felt. Stephanie floated down to Storm where she began to dance slowly in front of him. She twirled around, but once comeing out of the Twirl she turned into Melissa Faith. Faith smiled sweetly at Storm, and started towards him. She placed her warm hand on his cheek, as she walked past him and around him. She nibbled his ear to his pleasure, and as she followed around to face him again...had already turned into Stacey Lynn Jordan. She reached up and kissed him...slipping her toungue into his mouth, and rolling it ontop of his own. Probeing his mouth with the tip. Storm embraces her as she does so....and as she pulls away, he opens his eyes, to see Celia Thomas standing in front of him. She smiles..and takes a few steps away, and the wind begins to blow as her hair flys out beautifully behind her. She speaks out to Storm...but it is not her voice.....that of another.**
Voices trapped in yerning
Memories trapped in time
The Night is my companion
And solitude my guide
Would I spend forever here
And not be satisfied
Through this world you stumble
So many times betrayed
You speak to them in riddles
And you speak to them in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
Your words eat me alive
Through this night you wander
It's more than you've dreamt
Another day of knowing
The path you fear to tread
In another sea of wakeing dreams
I follow without fright
For nothing stands between us here
And I refuse to be denied
**Storm looks on in in confusion...but his heart & soul tell him that it understands completely. He blinks a few times, as the form of Celia Thomas comes back towards him. As she reaches him, and their lips meet again...............His eyes open to the Evening Sun going down over the hills of Rome. He sits up reviewing the room suspiciously. A knock at the door draws his attention fully awake now, and aware. He stands up, and opens the door to his room. A servant boy stands outside of the door, and he humbly bows before Storm.
Servant: Mr. Storm.....the GWA cameracrew has arrived...with field interviewer Ross Bobby. They tell me you have appointment...I tell them hold on...I go ask!
Mr. Fantastic: Tell them that I'll be right there. Let me freshen up a bit.
**The servant nods, as Storm closes the door. The first thoughts of assenine questions by the most Ass Backwards named Reporter in the GWA was not what Storm wanted to hear. But the thought of getting PPV thoughts off of his chest was an open invitation.....so Ross Bobby's questions would get the oppurtunity to be asked today. He quickly went to the bathroom, and as he showered he thought about the dream. He did'nt understand all of it.......and remembered only sections of it. But there were a few things he could remember. The names Chris Carpenter.....Skylar Thomas....and Chris Damm. And for some reason....a sudden kind thought here and there for Celia Thomas. It was'nt understood completely, but one thing was for sure. Storm felt revived. The nap had done him good. The dream did nothing more than......entertain him at the least. He dressed appropriately for the interview with a "Disturbed" T-shirt, and a pair of black leather pants. He exits the room, and heads to the Castle's dineing hall. He finds Bobby examineing some of the local tapestry's and the Cameraman stuffing his face full of Fettichini Alfredo. Storm sits down, and serves himself a plate, as Ross Bobby looks over to him. He walks over, and sits down at the table across from Storm, as the Cameraman cleans his face with a napkin, and starts the camera shortly there after. Storm looked to Ross with the impression that he could start anytime, as he stuffed another noodle filled fork into his mouth.**
Ross Bobby: Hello there GWA fans...and we are here inside the Castle Sant' Angelo with the new resident for this week....."Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm! Now.....we all have the question on our minds "Mr. Fantastic".....What is the situation with Steven Fury!
Mr. Fantastic: (Storm's eyes roll, as he knew this was going to be asked. To bad too...he had almost forgotten about Fury) Well...Ross....I mean...what do you want to know....how I feel. Well I can't really say. Steven Fury as usual is a complete moron...he scares these poor Spam Sucking Trailor Park Trash fans of ours into thinking that there will be no Johnny Storm in the Main Event at the PPV! I mean lets face it! This federation would'nt revenue enough money for a Wendey's Super Combo if "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm was'nt headlining the card. Steven Fury is just another arrogant prick in power who is trying to dictate who his main eventers are...you know..the guys he really likes. He's trying to hold back the real competition..and every once in awhile he makes a good decision. Such as giving Bock his shot at getting the Falconer Title back.
Ross Bobby: (points with an accuseing finger) But Just last week you said you did'nt give two.....um....F-words....about Bock!
Mr. Fantastic: Yeah...what of it... That was before he had the Falconer Championship again.(shrugs his shoulders) So sue me Ross....I don't give a shit! Now that he's proven his worth to me by bringing home the gold...just take it like it is....He and I are soon going to both be Champions....and that's all that matters!
Ross Bobby: Whatever! Which with what you just said...of coarse leads me right into my next question. What is your game plan for the PPV Main Event match for the Gladiator Title?
Mr. Fantastic: Well Ross....I've been thinking alot about that as a matter of fact. I'm not sure. How does one prepare for a match of this magnitude....ontop of prepareing for a matchup with almost every person who's worth a shit on the roster. I'm still a little in turmoil about it. How am I...being the born Champion that I am to take out the other top talent. I mean...it's not the mid carders I'm worried about. It's the Skylar Thomas'...The Chris Damm's.....Trace VanReardon's(chuckles now at the mention of this name)...but...it does'nt appear that he will have much to do with this match anyways.(chuckles some more)
Ross Bobby: (breaking in on Storm's laughter) Speaking of Trace VanReardon...and you newfound Slave Alek Cage! Are you the one who ordered that attack on Stephanie Connor! I ask once again...your the only one that seems feesable....you were the one who she maced in the first place!
Mr. Fantastic: Oh For Christ's sake! You will run your mouth about anything won't you? First off let me make this clear....so that I don't F*cking stutter for you Make A Wish Kids watching at home! I...DID...NOT...TASOR....STEPHANIE....CONNOR! Nor did I have Alek Cage Tasor her. I will however tell you one thing.....Stephanie Connor...although she appologized...as far as I'm concerned...as far as Bock is concerned.....as far as I'm sure Chris Damm is concerned......The Bitch got what she deserved. No act goes unpunished...but while we are on the subject...why are you continueing your assault on me Bobby! Why don't I see you asking Sebastian Bock...or Chris Damm about the incident! They both have money...the could have paid Cage to do it! They were also both Maced by her! What about Trish VanReardon! What about Vixxxen! What about all the people that wanted that Bitch Dead! Huh? Here's a F*cking grande question for you...the X-Rayted man thing has been going on long enough....It's obvious Trace VanReardon was missing when she was haveing all this done....he did'nt show up till later on in the process! Oh God Ross..I've uncovered it all....Here's the question that you should be asking.....this is the one that will get you an award! Did Trace Vanreardon have Alek Cage Tasor Stephanie Connor!
Ross Bobby: (seems in thought about the question actually considering it..then he shakes his head at the notion) NO..No..no....How do you explain Cage's words to VanReardon. "I'm Sorry...He made me do it...He made me" Why would he say that if someone else was'nt involved?
Mr. Fantastic: Oh Good God! Bobby where the hell did you learn this reporter stuff! Are you an idiot. Think about it.....who said Cage was saying that to Trace! He was saying that to Stephanie! He was basically telling her that "He" being Trace made him do it! Trace did'nt know she'ld pull through! I mean....what was he supposed to do. If he did'nt show up at her bedside he would'nt seem like a victom. That also answers your next question...why did he get so viscious with Alek Cage! He has to make this Convinceing! God Damn I am Fantastic! That's it....The man who ordered the Tasoring.......TRACE VANREARDON!!!!
Ross Bobby: Actually...(looks to be in thought)....that kind of makes a little sense.......but....Trace VanReardon loves Stephanie Connor! Why would he do that. It's obvious....(chuckles) especially if you watch that little video the CTN is promoting almost every segment!
Mr. Fantastic: You know what Ross......I DON'T FREAKING CARE! We're not interviewing that Nut Case VanReardon.....we were talking about Me and the PPV! Jesus....are you a complete moron. Shut the hell up, and sit back. The people at home are going to be saved from one more jack assed question from your arsenal of Jack Assed questions. Do you get a freaking crew of Handicapped kids to write this Garbage for you or something. ANYWAYS!!! Now....back to the PPV! I think we've talked enough about Trace VanReardon....in his state of mind..he won't even matter! The people who I'm zeroing in on is Skylar Thomas.....Chris Damm......and Chris Carpenter. The new guy gave me a pretty good pre match. I was impressed, but still....Mr. Carpenter...I have to give you the same statement everyone else gets. You are pretty damn good....but your not Fantastic..cause there is only one athelete in the Wrestling industry that can go by that name...and that's me! But I'm not here to rag on you...like I said you are a fully capable individual...but it's my time to shine. I'm takeing the mantle of that Gladiator Title, and I'm going to carry it to new heights....to heights that the Chris Damm's...the Skylar Thomas'....to heights they will never reach. You see...I have respect for the men I've just mentioned. There is no doubt in my mind that I can hang with them...and I think that I've already proved that I can stand toe to toe with the best of them. The fact is this is not going to be easy...and you know what....I may never even see those guys I've mentioned in this fight. That's why this is almost imposiable to train for. I'm takeing on a total of 15 guys. I've got a bit of an advantage though...where as do the champions & Carpenter. We don't have to wrestle before hand. 8 of those participants will already have Championship quality matches just to qualify. You have to think...that us fresh guys will be there to pick up the pieces! The thing is though..no one can be trusted. I know Cage and Bock will get past the qualifying rounds, and get in the ring. Even though Cage is my slave, and Bock is my associate.....well....they are in it for the Gladiator Title. For that reason...I'm going to give Alek Cage the chance he wants. In that match....at the PPV...Alek Cage you are free....only for that one match. You and I will be enemies....as will Bock and myself. All ties must be severed when it comes to the Gladiator Title. It's time for me to claim the respect..the things I know to be true. What better way than winning a match involving the top talent in this sport. We are the GWA folks...we are the elite in a dieing field of competition. I entend completely on retireing with that Gladiator Title around my waist. There is no room for failure. And when I say that Ross...I don't mean if I get eliminated in this match that I'm a failure. It means that we are going to put on a spectacular show no matter who wins. I will fight though....a fight seen only by one other man in this federation. I will stand toe to toe...and I will give it my all. And...(chuckles, and smiles into the camera) If I get the chance..I'll cheat a little bit too. You see, in this match....so many will be fighting, and careers may be ended just due to the nature of the match. But in some odd way...we will unify. We will be what we were meant to be. Atheletes. Superstars. Gladiators! In the dieing hours before this PPV I will do something I am not accustomed to doing...and that is thank these superstars that I trample and rant with every week. I thank you for the oppurtunity to be a Superstar. I thank the Chris Damm's for showing me the hate to survive anything and anyone. The hate is now over, and a sense of respect is reached. I thank the Steven Fury's....although we have our conflicts...we are able to give these fans what they want. Awesome feats of athletecisim. I thank Chad O. Runner for provideing me the arenas where we go week in and week out...putting our bodies on the line. In this...the dieing hours before the first PPV in GWA History....shall a victor be met fairly...whether you be Face or Heel! Now is the time for me to close. The time for this interview...this little spot on TV air time to end. GWA Roster.....Fans.....I'm going to do what I can..cause I've never been more serious. If I get my hands on you at the PPV...know that I will end your career if it serves the purpose of bringing me one rung closer to the Gladiator Title! Whether it be Man or Woman. I will be Champion....or I will die trying to keep it out of any one of your hands. Cause I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and I will have Gladiator Gold, around my Fantastic waist! GWA....be prepaired to be Fantastically Eliminated! Thank you...and good night.
**The camera is turned off at those closeing comments. Ross Bobby not sure what to say looks to the Cameraman who simply stands up, and starts for the exit. Ross Bobby starts to say something, but Storm holds his hand up...and waves him away. Storm's hand returns to the steeple formation he makes, as he rests his chin on the end of his longest fingers, and stares at the rageing fire within the fireplace. His thoughts drift from different names on the Roster...no one in particular. One thing for certain....no one excluded!**
**Johnny Storm's private jet had landed sometime early this morning. It was mid afternoon now at Castle Sant' Angelo where Storm was staying for the weekend of the PPV. Storm was'nt to sure of what to expect upon arrival at the Castle. I mean....as far as it was known...it was drafty and smelled old. He had not been informed that the Castle also was moderenized sometime in the early 90's. Upon finding this out he was most pleased. He knew the Kindred owned a castle somewhere in England, but Storm did'nt see why untill arriveing. The scene was beautiful. The rent for the structure's owners was astounding to normal people, but Johnny Storm had it specially rented to him for a fair price of $12000 for the full week. Storm thought of this as chump change, and did'nt see the relivance of trying to get a deal with the owners. Storm now found the comfort of the King's Bed Chamber where he was sprawled out on the humongous bed. Chris Carpenter had given him a run for his money. There was no doubt if the referee was'nt such an Ass that he would have won the match and eliminated Carpenter all together. The way things transpired however...it did'nt matter. Storm ensured his spot in the GWA Gladiator Title match at the PPV. No one had ever heard of such a match. His mind drifted from the events that occurred on Insurrection to the Future. Three rings under one cage. Weapons hanging from the cage. There will be tables set up between the rings.To win the title you must crawl through a small door which leads into a crawl tunnel.The door at the end of the tunnel will open for 1 minute every 3 minutes after the first 5 minutes of the match. The tunnel will lead to the top of the crowd barrier. If you are stuck in the tunnel when the 1 minute is up a trap door in the floor of the tunnel opens and you fall to the floor and are eliminated. Once out you run up the stairs to the top row where the Gladiator Title will be hanging over a ladder with head of security Rellan Shard standing next to it. The ramifications of a match up of this magnitude was nothing short of amazing. If Storm could pull off the victory for the Gladiator Title.....takeing on the best of the best on the roster....and surviveing every single one of them! This was his chance...to prove himself to the GWA roster...and to prove himself to himself. There was no need for over confidance. The match was amazing at best. There would be non stop action revolving all about him. The only game plan that made sense....would be if Storm kept himself out of the spot light. He already had a huge sign on his back just because he was one of the best...but now with Steven Fury angry with him....things may be even worse. Storm hated to admit it...but Fury was in a position of GWA power. Storm had no doubt that he could take Fury in a wrestling match.....but Fury was'nt even a wrestler anymore....he was a politician. He was the president of the Gladiator Wrestling Association. And deep down....Storm knew that MJ Francis and Fury were more crooked than the Jack Asses in Washington D.C. Ali was no different. Ali had been an ally in these past weeks..but in truth he was another Ex-Circle member out for himself. The GWA was in trouble whether people saw it right now or not......but one thing remained the same. GWA was still on top. Since Fury and Ali began their rants at each other...the Rateings had been great...and the booking commitee were actually doing their jobs...unlike Tyler Riggs who nearly broke the GWA with his assenine booking schedule. Even though Storm and Fury did'nt like each other...they still agreed on the one thing that mattered......the survival of the GWA! Fury however would be dealt with one way or another.....inside the GWA....or out! Now was the time for focus. The greatest match in the History of the federation was the pinnacle point....the one chance for Storm to make the impact he desired. The roster would have to take him serious...and so would All Three men in power over the head offices. "Mr. Fantastic" would have to live up to his promises...and live up to his dreams. The time had finally come for him to become the champion he was born to be. He did'nt deny the hardships of the battle.....but he would not be denied! Denied the chance to become champion. Denied the chance to prove his worth to the company. Denied the chance to get some sort of respect in the back. Denied to gain the following of the new wave of violence. He would not be denied! His thoughts continue their driffting as he finds himself all of a sudden tired. His eyes flutter shut, as he rolls over onto his stomach burrying his face in his pillow. The comfort & softness enveloped him to the core of his soul, and he felt warm as he soared into unconsciousness. Sleep was an open arm, to a very exausted man.**
It's time for you to wake
It's time for you to fly
It's time for you to try again
It's time for you to comply
Caught up in your lack of descision
Caught up in your life
Caught up in perfection
Caught up in your own mind
It's time for me to consider
That which you try and hide
brought up in this different world
you try and pascify
Now it is the rythom
during day or night
you will be victorious
Or you will not know light
Surely this is the way
Surely this is the time
Surely you have the patience
Surely you will do fine
**Storm's eyes open slowly as he sits up in the place where he is. He lays upon the same bed...but the room has changed. Black curtains hold out the sun's rays, as black embodies the whole room. For some odd reason a weight feels like it is being poured onto his chest...for he can't move. As he struggles, the tightness grows. He feels submerged by something...liquidy...but more than that. Yet he sat in this dark room. The only thing visiable really the bed. It was in perfect light and color. It made no sense! What was this holding him down on the bed...what was this voice that played this melody through his head. Rather than struggle against the force holding him down...he relaxed, and layed back into the bed's pillows. Upon doing so the surface feels hard as a rock. He rolls over and see's stone in under him. His eyes squint in non understandance, as he looks up...and he is no longer surrounded by black....but by the ruins of the Colloseum in Rome. The struggling presence that held him down before is gone, as he is able to reach his feet. He looks around confused, as he stumbles forward looking for an exit. How did he get here. Why was he here. Where was the GWA ring crew.....the PPV would'nt be that far off. He looks around the huge structure....some of it's remains downed into the actual fighting pits of the Colloseum. Men actually put their lives into the entertainment of others. Competition beyond belief....where men had to combat lions...bears....and other predators.....includeing man itself. The power of this place almost seemed to reach out and touch you. As Storm investigated one side of the massive arena....a clicking sound came from behind. He whirled around, and as he did...the sounds of the Arena blasted out into the air. He looked around himself, and saw millions of people packed into the seats of the colloseum. He was surrounded by people cheering and clapping...as he looked to the spot where the King and Queen sat. There he saw Steven Fury & MJ Francis sitting in the makeshift thrones. Storm's eyes get wide, as Fury makes a sliceing motion with his thumb across his throat. The clicks get louder, as Storm cocks his head to the side..and see's that one of the enterance gates that held the people out...and the combatants in slowly opening. From the confines it is seen a massive lion appears, stalking out of the gate. In it's magnificense the beast has to be considered beautiful, but also deadly. It stalks around the are it was released in as the fan's hush. Storm looks back to Fury's position, as he places a crown on his head. He points out at Storm, and shouts an unheard order. The lion roars loudly causeing Storm to cringe and focus on the beast. The lion starts makeing it's way slowly towards Storm as if he was prey in the field. Storm began to run as the lion continued it's slow movement towards him. Upon reaching one of the walls...he tried his best to climb up the wall itself. Two guards came out of no where. One looked like Jack Ottis, GWA commisioner...the other...Relan Shard..new security officer for the GWA. They carried with them long poles, to which they droped down onto storm, and pushed him back down into the pit. Storm landed on his back as he fell from the wall, and as he turned back to see the lion's position...he found that it was now stareing him right in the face. The lion let out a deafening roar...as Storm tried to back away slowly, makeing no sudden movements. Without warning the Lion lept towards storm with it's front paws stretched out to slice him. Storm instinctively brings up his hands to meet the lion, and he sets a powerfull stance, pushing hard against the lion. Interlocking his fingers between the lion's paw. Now interlocked together...the man & the beast push for all their worth. Storm feels overwhelmed, as the power of the animal bears down on him, and he can feel the hot breath and fangs comeing close to his jugular. He closes his eyes upon the strain....he hears something that was said at Insurrection twirl in his mind over and over. Kevin Gaines' voice enters his mind...and is loud like it filled the whole arena. "Chris Carpenter is like a lion ready and willing to rip Johnny Storm's head off!" Storm's eyes shoot open as he looks back into the eyes of Chris Carpenter. Storm and Carpenter struggle against each other, but Carpenter gets the advantage. As he pushes Storm down....Fury stands to his feet. Carpenter looks to him, and Storm follows his vision. He see's Fury extend his fist out, and hold his thumb up. It twisted slowly, untill it pointed down. Storm's eyes became fearful, as Carpenter laughed loudly. The laugh....caused Johnny Storm's eyes to shoot open from sleep. He sat straight up in bed, the dream seemingly over....but the laughing continued for some reason. The room was dark now...evidently night had creeped in on him while he was napping. The laugh echoed through out the room, untill a figure could be made out standing in the doorway leading to the terrace. The moon shown in on the figure...but did'nt reveal the face. The figure did'nt move an inch, but the white of his eyes could be seen narrowing in on Storm. The figure reaches into his pocket for something as Storm reaches his feet, and starts towards him. Upon getting closer, the face smiles...and Storm reckognizes Skylar Thomas! Storm's eyes grow wide as his hand comes out of his pocket holding a .357 Magnum. As Thomas starts to point it towards Storm, Storm throws a martial arts front kick knocking the gun up and over the railing. Skylar looks surprised at first that Storm knew any martial arts......then his facial expression changes to a smile. A challenge.....Storm returns the smile....thinking the same thing. Skylar peels forward with unmatched speed......unmatched untill he came to Storm who blocks the punch hurling towards his face. Skylar surprised at Storm's matching speed..backs away defensively for a moment...before smileing again. A decent challenge at that. The smile once again is returned, as the two engage each other again. Skylar comes within strikeing distance of Storm and throws a front punch directly towards Storm's nose, to which Storm brings his hand in a circular motion throwing the punch away from him. The blocking manuever causes Skylar's momentum to go that direction...and as he goes off balance, he uses the momentum to follow through and bring in a back hand with his other hand. Storm ducks this, and goes for a hard jab to Skylars exposed ribs...to which Skylar jumps back out of range. Storm stumbles forward towards Skylar who meets him with a well placed side kick that rocks him to a vertical position. Skylar then throws in a few Thai kicks to the left thigh in a sweeping motion causeing Storm's legs to buckle in under him. Skylar then whirls around on the heel of his foot with unbelieveable balance driveing the heel of his foot right into Storm's nose knocking him completely off of his feet. As Skylar moves in to get ontop of Storm, he places his foot on Skylar's chest, and Pushes him hard where he crashes into the door faceing hard. Storm then rocks his legs back, and then hard forward, useing the momentum to jump up to his feet. Skylar lunges forward with a spear like manuever to which Storm sidesteps and brings his knee into his ribs. Skylar hunches over, as Storm turns into his body driveing his elbow down int the center of his back casueing Skylar to arch back in pain. Storm then spins up and over Skylar's still bent over frame landing on his feet. As Skylar looks in that direction...he barely has time to see Storm's front kick slam into his face knocking him hard to the ground. Storm smiles at Skylar as blood rushes down from his nose into his mouth. The taste is odd.....warm.....comforting. He understood why Skylar would love such a life. Skylar rolled himself over in a defensive position, and up to his feet in an attack stance. He looks to Storm....who is still smileing, and Skylar can't help but do the same. Blood running down his own nose....dripping down into his mouth. But as Storm watches Skylar...the nose that is broken...unlike his own...can visiablly seen reconstructing itself inside of his skin. How was Storm going to combat such a villian. How could he stand the pain against an opponent who did'nt have too. Storm assumed another defensive stance, as Skylar nodded, and made his way towards him a bit more cautiously. Skylar sent in a side sweep to Storm's left leg once again...but Storm jumped up and over the sailing foot aimed in on his thigh. As he landed Skylar already had his foot flying towards Storm with a swinging roundhouse. Storm threw his hand up hard as the kick knocked him over a little...but was relatively blocked. Storm throws in a punch of his own...to which Skylar hooks his arm and locks it in an arm breaking position. Storm throws the other one, to which Skylar does the same to this one. As he lifts up for the final break on the two limbs, Storm rams his forehead into Skylars almost reconstructed nose. Skylar releases the hold out of shock, as Storm begins throwing an array of punches. To which Skylar meets them with the proper block. The sparratic reversals of martial arts leads them all the way out to the terrace where they are 7 stories high from the ground. Storm throws a side kick to Skylar's chest...but Skylar catches it in air. He drives his elbow down into the knee causeing the leg to break. Storm's eyes fill with tears, but only because of the pain. Skylar smiles deviously, as he pulls Storm in by his broken leg. As he gets closer, he can Skylar's whispers.**
I MADE YOU...YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME!!!!
**Skylar's grin is almost sparkling in the moonlight, as his form begins to change right before his eyes. Storm's mouth goes slack jawed as Chris Damm stands across from him smileing away, retaining the grip Skylar had on his leg. Storm looks down...and the scenes of the Castle Terrace are gone, and he stands far above the Concrete that is below the GWA rampway. Storm looks up at Damm again who is battered and beaten. Damm pulls him in, and lifts him up on his shoulder, starting towards the very edge of the Rampway. Storm kicks his feet, and slides down behind him giveing him a hard shove almost causing him to fall from the structure. Damm teeters on the edge however.....and with out warnning Storm gets a running go and pushes Damm along with himself off of the structure. They both go crashing down into what was once a dough-nut table. Storm's eyes open after the wreckage, and he reaches to pull himself up. As he stands, he looks around his surroundings. The arena is gone...as are his opponents. The void where he stands is black. Total darkness envelopes his soul. He stumbles backwards looking around the emptiness...nothing visiable....nothing period. His eyes can not adjust, for there is nothing to adjust too. He blinks...and smoke begins to arise from out of no where...his heart beats...he knows this place. Is this hell. Nothingness. To be trapped in ever wakeing consiousness...but in a void of nothingness. Storm walks forward...no destination in sight. For there was nothing in sight but pitch black. Something..an image...perhaps a structure stands off in the distance now upon turning to look behind him. He squints his eyes, as he starts towards the object. Upon getting closer he can make out a Parking Metor. He shakes his head in confusion. He reaches it, and looks upon the Metor times. One reads Reality...another reads Dreams....and the final one reads inbetween. Storm reaches into his pocket...feeling around for any change. His hand catches hold of something cold, as he pulls it forth from his pocket. A shiney silver quarter is revealed in the palm of his hand, as he looks back to the metor. He places the Quarter in the slot, to which he hears the gears starting to wind. Then a ticking sound....but something is different...something is wrong. He reaches up, and clicks the turner towards Reality, and as soon as it clicks to comply, the metor Explodes sending Storm hurling into the air. He lands hard on his back somewhere out in the midst of the darkness. He reaches up, and he is not badly injured unbelieveably. He sits up forward, and looks towards the Explosion. There in the midst of where the metor stood is a tall lankey individual. He wears a robe, with a hood that reaches far down in front of his face, casting a shadow all over his body. Storm begins to speek....but several other Explosions spark off in the distance. In the second explosion....a large man is seen standing with a red glow about him, but his face shrouded in darkness. He has a chain connected to some unseen source untill finally the third explosion sounds. In the midst of smoke and fire, kneels a females body. She is connected to the large mans chain, and he pulls it tight as she begins to growl as if she were feral. The Fourth Explosion blasts, and a wall of fire surrounds a human form standing within it. The flames shoot off all around him, as Storm views their horrifying presence. As he backs away from their dead eyes, he stumbles against something and falls directly on his rear. He whirls around, to see a staircase. At the top a huge throne like structure. Storm shudders, as he see's the dark figure sitting upon it. The figure's smile can be seen from here.....and as Storm appears to try and run...he is cut off by a blur of something traveling at a great deal of speed. He turns in another direction and the blur cuts him off....in another.....and in another...untill the quick motion finally finds him dizzy, and he takes a place upon his ass on the ground. When he looks up, a man he thought long dead stands over him, holding up several strings in a bunched up fist. Storm follows the strings, as they are connected all over his body. Redemption's deep hollowing voice rings out as he speaks.**
Redemption: You chose Reality Storm.....(smiles as darkness floods his face, and his yellow eyes glow evily in the darkness.) It's quite simple......I AM YOUR REALITY!! I am the one who pulls your strings....decides your fate.....makes your choices. You are my puppet...you are my vessel...and I spread my seed through your festering lies, and your pathetic attempts at rebuttals. I am your Violence. I am your Innosense....I am your fear...your hate...your love...your kindness....your vengeance.....I am your GOD.....I AM YOUR REDEMPTION!!!! This is your world Storm....You must return home..you must return to the place where you belong! That is with me....beside me.....to the right of me just like Jesus in the land of heaven. I am your father, your mother, your sister, and your brother...the Alpha & the Omega. I am the lamb.....I am the lion. Prey & Predator. You will now know your reality....for it will always....and forever will be......REDEMPTION!!
**The words ring out in Storm's mind as he fearfully backs away from the 7'5 monster that Was Redemption. Was Redemption! Redemption was dead! Storm's eyes zero in on the man's face.....and his own becomes pain filled and enraged all at the same time. He jerks up to his feet and throws himself forward into the Frayed Ends of Sanity! Press & Salvation try to stop him....but he tears through them...inch by inch, Oracle & Revelation stand in front of Storm to stop his attack...but are also torn asunder. Flameing Youth hooks onto Storm, who fights angrily untill Youth is torn away from him. Redemption stands high upon the throne...holding out his hands..his glowing eyes burning down on Storm's frame. Storm runs towards him full force.....jumping into the thick of his void. Redemption screams out as Storm tears into his body. Redemption drops to the ground before Storm, holding his hands out in fear. Storm closes his eyes, as tears roll down his face. Redemption's body becomes liquified, and seeps into Storm's waiting body. Storm holds his head up, and his eyes open as the yellow glowing eyes are now his. Suddenly the submerged feeling comes over him once again. He is unable to breathe. His lungs on fire now...unbearable.....loseing himself. The chains of life holding him by the wrists. He struggles...pulling the chains till they are taught in under the pressure. The chains burst free from his wrists, and he plunges forward from the waters of the sea like a baby from the deapths of his mother. He sucks in a deep breath, allowing a long exhale in return. He was Reborn! His eyes open once again, and he is in Mazatlan Mexico in the sea where he had been before. He wades through the shallow waters up onto the shore where he plopped down in thought. He did'nt understand fully what was happening, but he felt finally at peace. With the past.....With his life.....and most importantly...with himself. The Demons had been vanquished....it was time for reckolection. To think about the future, and how to learn from the past. As he is in this thought, he notices a twinkle out of the corner of his eye. He looks up towards the sun setting on the ocean.....and he realizes something is comeing his way. As it gets closer, it appears to be a female form. Upon it's arrival, Storm reaches his feet, and looks up at the black latex mask of Vixxxen looking down at him. She runs her hands up her body provocatively and up her kneck all the way over her face. Upon revealing her face from her hands, the form has turned into Stephanie Connor. Storm looks on in confusion once again...the only word to describe the way he felt. Stephanie floated down to Storm where she began to dance slowly in front of him. She twirled around, but once comeing out of the Twirl she turned into Melissa Faith. Faith smiled sweetly at Storm, and started towards him. She placed her warm hand on his cheek, as she walked past him and around him. She nibbled his ear to his pleasure, and as she followed around to face him again...had already turned into Stacey Lynn Jordan. She reached up and kissed him...slipping her toungue into his mouth, and rolling it ontop of his own. Probeing his mouth with the tip. Storm embraces her as she does so....and as she pulls away, he opens his eyes, to see Celia Thomas standing in front of him. She smiles..and takes a few steps away, and the wind begins to blow as her hair flys out beautifully behind her. She speaks out to Storm...but it is not her voice.....that of another.**
Voices trapped in yerning
Memories trapped in time
The Night is my companion
And solitude my guide
Would I spend forever here
And not be satisfied
Through this world you stumble
So many times betrayed
You speak to them in riddles
And you speak to them in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
Your words eat me alive
Through this night you wander
It's more than you've dreamt
Another day of knowing
The path you fear to tread
In another sea of wakeing dreams
I follow without fright
For nothing stands between us here
And I refuse to be denied
**Storm looks on in in confusion...but his heart & soul tell him that it understands completely. He blinks a few times, as the form of Celia Thomas comes back towards him. As she reaches him, and their lips meet again...............His eyes open to the Evening Sun going down over the hills of Rome. He sits up reviewing the room suspiciously. A knock at the door draws his attention fully awake now, and aware. He stands up, and opens the door to his room. A servant boy stands outside of the door, and he humbly bows before Storm.
Servant: Mr. Storm.....the GWA cameracrew has arrived...with field interviewer Ross Bobby. They tell me you have appointment...I tell them hold on...I go ask!
Mr. Fantastic: Tell them that I'll be right there. Let me freshen up a bit.
**The servant nods, as Storm closes the door. The first thoughts of assenine questions by the most Ass Backwards named Reporter in the GWA was not what Storm wanted to hear. But the thought of getting PPV thoughts off of his chest was an open invitation.....so Ross Bobby's questions would get the oppurtunity to be asked today. He quickly went to the bathroom, and as he showered he thought about the dream. He did'nt understand all of it.......and remembered only sections of it. But there were a few things he could remember. The names Chris Carpenter.....Skylar Thomas....and Chris Damm. And for some reason....a sudden kind thought here and there for Celia Thomas. It was'nt understood completely, but one thing was for sure. Storm felt revived. The nap had done him good. The dream did nothing more than......entertain him at the least. He dressed appropriately for the interview with a "Disturbed" T-shirt, and a pair of black leather pants. He exits the room, and heads to the Castle's dineing hall. He finds Bobby examineing some of the local tapestry's and the Cameraman stuffing his face full of Fettichini Alfredo. Storm sits down, and serves himself a plate, as Ross Bobby looks over to him. He walks over, and sits down at the table across from Storm, as the Cameraman cleans his face with a napkin, and starts the camera shortly there after. Storm looked to Ross with the impression that he could start anytime, as he stuffed another noodle filled fork into his mouth.**
Ross Bobby: Hello there GWA fans...and we are here inside the Castle Sant' Angelo with the new resident for this week....."Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm! Now.....we all have the question on our minds "Mr. Fantastic".....What is the situation with Steven Fury!
Mr. Fantastic: (Storm's eyes roll, as he knew this was going to be asked. To bad too...he had almost forgotten about Fury) Well...Ross....I mean...what do you want to know....how I feel. Well I can't really say. Steven Fury as usual is a complete moron...he scares these poor Spam Sucking Trailor Park Trash fans of ours into thinking that there will be no Johnny Storm in the Main Event at the PPV! I mean lets face it! This federation would'nt revenue enough money for a Wendey's Super Combo if "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm was'nt headlining the card. Steven Fury is just another arrogant prick in power who is trying to dictate who his main eventers are...you know..the guys he really likes. He's trying to hold back the real competition..and every once in awhile he makes a good decision. Such as giving Bock his shot at getting the Falconer Title back.
Ross Bobby: (points with an accuseing finger) But Just last week you said you did'nt give two.....um....F-words....about Bock!
Mr. Fantastic: Yeah...what of it... That was before he had the Falconer Championship again.(shrugs his shoulders) So sue me Ross....I don't give a shit! Now that he's proven his worth to me by bringing home the gold...just take it like it is....He and I are soon going to both be Champions....and that's all that matters!
Ross Bobby: Whatever! Which with what you just said...of coarse leads me right into my next question. What is your game plan for the PPV Main Event match for the Gladiator Title?
Mr. Fantastic: Well Ross....I've been thinking alot about that as a matter of fact. I'm not sure. How does one prepare for a match of this magnitude....ontop of prepareing for a matchup with almost every person who's worth a shit on the roster. I'm still a little in turmoil about it. How am I...being the born Champion that I am to take out the other top talent. I mean...it's not the mid carders I'm worried about. It's the Skylar Thomas'...The Chris Damm's.....Trace VanReardon's(chuckles now at the mention of this name)...but...it does'nt appear that he will have much to do with this match anyways.(chuckles some more)
Ross Bobby: (breaking in on Storm's laughter) Speaking of Trace VanReardon...and you newfound Slave Alek Cage! Are you the one who ordered that attack on Stephanie Connor! I ask once again...your the only one that seems feesable....you were the one who she maced in the first place!
Mr. Fantastic: Oh For Christ's sake! You will run your mouth about anything won't you? First off let me make this clear....so that I don't F*cking stutter for you Make A Wish Kids watching at home! I...DID...NOT...TASOR....STEPHANIE....CONNOR! Nor did I have Alek Cage Tasor her. I will however tell you one thing.....Stephanie Connor...although she appologized...as far as I'm concerned...as far as Bock is concerned.....as far as I'm sure Chris Damm is concerned......The Bitch got what she deserved. No act goes unpunished...but while we are on the subject...why are you continueing your assault on me Bobby! Why don't I see you asking Sebastian Bock...or Chris Damm about the incident! They both have money...the could have paid Cage to do it! They were also both Maced by her! What about Trish VanReardon! What about Vixxxen! What about all the people that wanted that Bitch Dead! Huh? Here's a F*cking grande question for you...the X-Rayted man thing has been going on long enough....It's obvious Trace VanReardon was missing when she was haveing all this done....he did'nt show up till later on in the process! Oh God Ross..I've uncovered it all....Here's the question that you should be asking.....this is the one that will get you an award! Did Trace Vanreardon have Alek Cage Tasor Stephanie Connor!
Ross Bobby: (seems in thought about the question actually considering it..then he shakes his head at the notion) NO..No..no....How do you explain Cage's words to VanReardon. "I'm Sorry...He made me do it...He made me" Why would he say that if someone else was'nt involved?
Mr. Fantastic: Oh Good God! Bobby where the hell did you learn this reporter stuff! Are you an idiot. Think about it.....who said Cage was saying that to Trace! He was saying that to Stephanie! He was basically telling her that "He" being Trace made him do it! Trace did'nt know she'ld pull through! I mean....what was he supposed to do. If he did'nt show up at her bedside he would'nt seem like a victom. That also answers your next question...why did he get so viscious with Alek Cage! He has to make this Convinceing! God Damn I am Fantastic! That's it....The man who ordered the Tasoring.......TRACE VANREARDON!!!!
Ross Bobby: Actually...(looks to be in thought)....that kind of makes a little sense.......but....Trace VanReardon loves Stephanie Connor! Why would he do that. It's obvious....(chuckles) especially if you watch that little video the CTN is promoting almost every segment!
Mr. Fantastic: You know what Ross......I DON'T FREAKING CARE! We're not interviewing that Nut Case VanReardon.....we were talking about Me and the PPV! Jesus....are you a complete moron. Shut the hell up, and sit back. The people at home are going to be saved from one more jack assed question from your arsenal of Jack Assed questions. Do you get a freaking crew of Handicapped kids to write this Garbage for you or something. ANYWAYS!!! Now....back to the PPV! I think we've talked enough about Trace VanReardon....in his state of mind..he won't even matter! The people who I'm zeroing in on is Skylar Thomas.....Chris Damm......and Chris Carpenter. The new guy gave me a pretty good pre match. I was impressed, but still....Mr. Carpenter...I have to give you the same statement everyone else gets. You are pretty damn good....but your not Fantastic..cause there is only one athelete in the Wrestling industry that can go by that name...and that's me! But I'm not here to rag on you...like I said you are a fully capable individual...but it's my time to shine. I'm takeing the mantle of that Gladiator Title, and I'm going to carry it to new heights....to heights that the Chris Damm's...the Skylar Thomas'....to heights they will never reach. You see...I have respect for the men I've just mentioned. There is no doubt in my mind that I can hang with them...and I think that I've already proved that I can stand toe to toe with the best of them. The fact is this is not going to be easy...and you know what....I may never even see those guys I've mentioned in this fight. That's why this is almost imposiable to train for. I'm takeing on a total of 15 guys. I've got a bit of an advantage though...where as do the champions & Carpenter. We don't have to wrestle before hand. 8 of those participants will already have Championship quality matches just to qualify. You have to think...that us fresh guys will be there to pick up the pieces! The thing is though..no one can be trusted. I know Cage and Bock will get past the qualifying rounds, and get in the ring. Even though Cage is my slave, and Bock is my associate.....well....they are in it for the Gladiator Title. For that reason...I'm going to give Alek Cage the chance he wants. In that match....at the PPV...Alek Cage you are free....only for that one match. You and I will be enemies....as will Bock and myself. All ties must be severed when it comes to the Gladiator Title. It's time for me to claim the respect..the things I know to be true. What better way than winning a match involving the top talent in this sport. We are the GWA folks...we are the elite in a dieing field of competition. I entend completely on retireing with that Gladiator Title around my waist. There is no room for failure. And when I say that Ross...I don't mean if I get eliminated in this match that I'm a failure. It means that we are going to put on a spectacular show no matter who wins. I will fight though....a fight seen only by one other man in this federation. I will stand toe to toe...and I will give it my all. And...(chuckles, and smiles into the camera) If I get the chance..I'll cheat a little bit too. You see, in this match....so many will be fighting, and careers may be ended just due to the nature of the match. But in some odd way...we will unify. We will be what we were meant to be. Atheletes. Superstars. Gladiators! In the dieing hours before this PPV I will do something I am not accustomed to doing...and that is thank these superstars that I trample and rant with every week. I thank you for the oppurtunity to be a Superstar. I thank the Chris Damm's for showing me the hate to survive anything and anyone. The hate is now over, and a sense of respect is reached. I thank the Steven Fury's....although we have our conflicts...we are able to give these fans what they want. Awesome feats of athletecisim. I thank Chad O. Runner for provideing me the arenas where we go week in and week out...putting our bodies on the line. In this...the dieing hours before the first PPV in GWA History....shall a victor be met fairly...whether you be Face or Heel! Now is the time for me to close. The time for this interview...this little spot on TV air time to end. GWA Roster.....Fans.....I'm going to do what I can..cause I've never been more serious. If I get my hands on you at the PPV...know that I will end your career if it serves the purpose of bringing me one rung closer to the Gladiator Title! Whether it be Man or Woman. I will be Champion....or I will die trying to keep it out of any one of your hands. Cause I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and I will have Gladiator Gold, around my Fantastic waist! GWA....be prepaired to be Fantastically Eliminated! Thank you...and good night.
**The camera is turned off at those closeing comments. Ross Bobby not sure what to say looks to the Cameraman who simply stands up, and starts for the exit. Ross Bobby starts to say something, but Storm holds his hand up...and waves him away. Storm's hand returns to the steeple formation he makes, as he rests his chin on the end of his longest fingers, and stares at the rageing fire within the fireplace. His thoughts drift from different names on the Roster...no one in particular. One thing for certain....no one excluded!**