Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 5:58:17 GMT
SEPTEMBER 22 2000....CASTLE SANT' ANGELO........ROME, ITALY
**Johnny Storm stumbled through the halls of the ancient castle dumbfounded by its volume. It was huge. Secret passages, long hallways, places that had'nt been seen in years. Not since the owners had it closed to the public. They made it livable...a home. Oddly enough Storm felt at peace in the structure of stone. Storm had found a few of the secret passages, but nothing compared to the dungeon. That had to be the darkest pit of a room that he had ever seen. The musty smell of death and rotting flesh floated in the air down there like no where he'ld ever been. It did'nt take him long before he decided that's not where he wanted to be. After a long search of the house, and boyhood dreams of finding burried treasure, and dead bones that came back to life to haunt him. He finds himself in the Master bed chamber where he doodles at the desk at the begining of the terrace. He looks out over the beautiful city. He loved Italy. Heck..he loved Europe all together. As a young man he had made a few travles through out Europe. He even had a few offices here in Rome...none that he felt that he needed to visit however while he was here. His mind was focused on the GWA Gladiator Title match up at the PPV, and not much could swerve it. He had a radio playing on the desk where he was sitting, and he did'nt pay it much attention untill "Is this Love" by Whitesnake began to play. He loved 80's music. It was a time of freedom, a time for fun. Music was music rather than the Vomital Hip Hop of today. He hummed along with the main beat of the song as it continued on...untill it reached the chorus to which he blurted out the words loudly feeling as though he were alone to do so. It was'nt untill he was in the second verse that he heard a laughter behind him. He turned swiftly at the laugh in embaracement, and a face long forgotten stands in the doorway of his quiet room.**
**Storms eyes grew wide at the sight of his former lover standing in the doorway. She was originally from Venice, Italy, but had moved to Rome so as to conduct Storm's buisness while he was gone. He had met her in a small Venice Coffee shoppe, where he spat out sickening rhymes as if to impress women with his sick poetic talent. Needless to say he did'nt impress her through words...but a deffinent connection was made. Storm spent nearly a year of his life over in Venice, but was soon called home to tend to matters. Upon arriveing...he decided it would be best if he did'nt come back to stay with Alisha Marcil. It was hard for awhile, he found that he missed her beautiful face. Her large brown eyes that scowered his body, even now. The offices he had set up here were mainly for her benefit. It gave her a great paying job, and she would'nt have to worry about Job Security any time soon. She was'nt supposed to know that he was in town. Yet...how could she not. The GWA was a worldwide broadcast, and GWA banners were all over the place long before the GWA Superstars started to arrive in town. Yet even though she was laughing....she had to be here for a reason. She had to be mad at him for not comeing back. For not returning phonecalls. For not explaining his reasons...for not explaining it to himself. Yet she stood in the doorway laughing as if nothing was wrong in the world. Her eye's narrow now on Storm, as he stands slowly from his position. He wears a flannel pair of boxers, with a Key Largo T-shirt that appears to be way to short for his body, but comfortable. She reviews this, but the smile remains. Never fadeing, never glimmering at all. This makes Storm nervous. Very nervous. She glides into the room, and throws her over coat to the floor in a near by corner, her dark hair flowing around her kneck causeing even storm to shudder. She then looks to him with a half smile provocatively, as she tossels her hair out of her face, and crosses her arms in under her breasts.**
Alisha: Well...Well..Well. It appears even after all this time...you are still tone deaf...eh!?
**She laughs lightly, as Storm smiles in compliance, looking to the floor as if it will tell him a response to give her, and then looks back up to her and see's that she is waiting on his word.
Johnny Storm: Yeah. Never have been much of a singer..(smirks careingly, as he turns to look out the window, and then back towards her. She has not moved from her position, which also makes him nervous) So how have you been doing Alisha?
Alisha: Imagine that......and I thought your first question would be...."How did you know I was here?"(she smirks this time, much in the same way Storm had done. She glides closer to where Storm is standing which visiably makes him uneasy) What's the matter Johnny....did you expect me to slap you first thing for you idiocity....or did you expect me to come in here like an upset school girl...the way you left me four years ago. What did you want me to say Johnny....what went through that mind of yours when you turned and saw me there? What were you thinking four years ago.....
**Without much warning she reaches up hastily with a paintbrush slap across Storm's face. Although the blow did not have enough force behind it to matter, something inside Storm's kneck made him jerk with the sudden sting in his cheek. She then slowly turns, and starts towards a seat over near the desk. She looks back to Johnny as she leans back in the chair.**
Alisha: You know...even after all this time, and as many times as I've run that scenario through my head....it's nothing compared to that moment where my hand makes impact with your face.(she smiles shroodly, and shudders at the excitement of a possiable second slap) But for now.....come...sit....tell me about what you've been up to these past couple of years.
Johnny Storm: (with a little hesitation, he makes his way to one of the chairs, where he sits across from her not makeing much eye contact) To tell you the truth....I'm busy as one can get in the buisness..
Alisha: The buisness? Ah yes! The Gladiator Wrestling Association. The top wrestling superstars compiled into the Wrestling Inudstries top Federation. I heard they were comeing to town...I don't watch it that much mind you. I don't see the point in watching something as barbaric as that. I however could understand how someone like you could get into it Johnny. After all you are a violent person by nature are'nt you...(smiles wickedly)...I mean, you have the skills to be a shark in the Buisness world. A pirate who blows the competition out of the water before they even have the oppurtunity to construct a ship. But I'm sure your not here to think about that kind of buisness. While you've been rallying the support of the local Teeny-Boppers such as the one you dated(smiles as Storm's frown grows with her words), The Offices here in Rome are doing quite nicely. Makeing you a great deal of money. Yet you never visit. You never consult with your chief clerical advisor about the situations that arise over here like you do in your other European Offices......do you not like this person. Who is it that you stated in charge of this branch of your company...was'nt it that distastefull Bitch...Oh...wait...(her smile is erased by a disgusted frown)...That would be me!
Johnny Storm: It's not like that, and you know it. I'm a busy man that's all. I don't have time to travel around the world and chek in with every office I own. Hell I'm not sure of the locations of every office I own. That's why I hire very capable people of running them....such as yourself.
Alisha: (obviously by her reactions...not to impressed with his answers) Well..I suppose those are valid points. But if you leave such capable people in your wake, then what makes you think that your not being robbed blind. What's that word you American's use? "Ripped off"!
**Storm's eyes narrowed in on her, but could'nt continue the ice cold stare that chilled the room. He did'nt like where this was going....and he really did'nt have time for it right now. It was only a few days away from Adrenaline Eruption, and his mind was focused on his involvement in the Main Event. He did'nt need this right now....He did'nt want this. His Wrestling history was put to rest, but it seemed like no matter what he did....his Personal Life continued to catch up. But this....Her....Deffinently did not need to be thrown at him at this particular time in his life. His decision to leave so long ago was based on an act of dispicable horror. Something that was'nt supposed to happen...something that should not have happened. As Storm begins to hear the voices of his past catch up to him, Alisha Marcil moves back in her seat, and examines Storm's face before speaking once more.**
Alisha: What's the matter Johnny.....that night starting to catch up to you now after seeing me. It's been a long time EH? Yeah...I thought that might happen.....matter of fact that's the main reason I came. I wanted to see you squirm in under your skin.(smiles shudderingly) I want you to remember every dirty little detail of that night you left Rome.....the night you left me. You could have took me with you.....did you ever think of that? Huh? No..Of Coarse Not. You needed someone to take the guilt from you. Someone for the police to question, besides yourself. You were important, and that 17 year old dark haired girl who lived in that run down shack was a no body! Admit it Johnny.....Admit what you did was wrong. Not to the boy...that was justified...that was correct. I agreed with that decision completely! However, the matter I speak of is what you did to me! Admit it was wrong....
**Storm stands now walking away from the beautiful young lady that sits across from him. His eyes mist, but he dares not shead a tear. Not Now...Not in this pivital point in his career......Not for her....Not for anyone. He looks out the Terrace door onto the streets of Rome. It's a beautful place, but Storm can't even see it at this point. It was a city that he once loved, but not any longer. It was tainted with what he had done, and cryptic visions of her. As Storm looks out the window in silence, Alisha stands angrily. She starts towards him now, her high heels clacking against the stone floor. Upon reaching him, she whirls him around to face her. Her teeth gritted she gets right in his face now, angrily takeing his shirt into her fists, and pulling him towards her.**
Alisha: Come on Storm.....REMEMBER ME! REMEMBER THAT GOD DAMN NIGHT!!
**Alisha Marcil's voice fades with those words as Storm's mind spirals down into the pit of rememberance. A pit he hated...the pit that continued to get him in trouble. Yet, here he was again. Standing in a pit of memories, that were much to painfull for one person to bear.**
JUNE 15 1988......APARTMENT OUTSIDE OF TRAJAN'S MARKET......ROME, ITALY
**Johnny Storm stands inside his apartment window looking down to the street below. A young man right out of High School, he had enough money to buy the entire block...hell...the entire city. With so much money, it was almost unbelievable he would settle for the quaint little apartment just to the east of Trajan's Market. He found the city of Rome one of the most intrigueing places that he had stayed in Europe so far, and decided to stay for awhile. It had'nt been a month before he had fell into a niche' of going to the local clubs, and makeing love to some of the most beautiful women in the world. One of these women just happened to be Alisha Marcil. This young girl was a poor seamstress in a vintage dress shop in the market. Storm had met her in a club, and was automatically captivated by her. There was only one problem. Alisha's husband. The man was brutal, and a huge man...who used an american baseball bat, one of his past times, to beat the hell out of his wife. He had suckered Alisha's family into makeing her marry him. He was supposed to be a man with money, and they wanted the best for their daughter. Little did they know he was actually a gambler who ran into a little money. It was'nt long after they were married, that he lost the money...as well as his temper. He beat her severly, and one time...he beat her almost to death. Storm had become involved somewhere halfway into the marriage. He wanted to help her divorce the wife abuser, but she did'nt believe in divorce. Storm at first was not romanticlly involved, but as time went on....the only thing he wanted to do was to reach out and protect her. Protect her he did. One night Alisha and he had decided to run away together. Storm would take her back to America where he would make the divorce legal. While the husband was supposed to be at work, Storm and Alisha snuck into her house to get some of her personal items. Specifically a necklace her mother had given her. It went back 4 generations, and she wanted to pass it on to her child. Upon going through her drawers, the door opened...and there stood Alisha's husband. At the sight of another man in his house he went ballistic calling her violent names and throwing their belongings around the room. The first reaction from Storm was to run....he had never encountered violence such as this. He was afraid. Alisha was amazingly strong willed though, and in an attempt to calm him, started towards him trying to explain. His hand struck her face sending her to the floor...her lip busted open and bleeding. That was all Storm needed to see. As the Husband reached for the Aluminum Baseball Bat he had behind the door, he got slammed into the door by Storm. The man towered over Johnny, and it was almost impossiable for him to try and over power him. As Storm gave hard punches to the ribs, Alisha's husband simply slammed his fists together down on the back of Johnny's kneck. Johnny hit the ground hard holding the spot that was struck, and squirming a little in under the pressure of a few well placed boots to his ribs. Alisha rushes in to grab hold of her husbands hand, but as she pulls agains him...she recieves devestating punch to the nose. Blood explodes on his fist, as she falls to the floor screaming and crying over the now broken nose. The husband lets out a horse laugh, that sends a chill over Storm. Her husband takes hold of the baseball bat he was trying to get ahold of a minuete ago, and turns back to Storm. He raises it high over his head to hit Storm who cowers in the doorway. For all of her size, her tenacity at the least had to be humongous. Alisha kicked hard into her husband's knee causeing him to buckle. He turned wildly, saying that he was going to end her life once and for all. While raising the bat over his head to bring down on her, Storm jumps to his feet, and jerks it out of his hands. As her Husband turns around, Storm swings the bat hard in a blind fear. Blood explodes from the much larger mans head, and it splatters all over the wall in sparratic motions. Storm drops the bat, and it clanks against the floor. Alisha pulls herself away to run to Johnny. As she reaches him she burries her injured face in his chest crying uncontrolably. Blood from her broken nose runs down his shirt, as he watches Her husband stay animated in the air untill finally limply hitting the floor. Storm closes his eyes, as he pulls her in with a tight hug. The sound of a low gruntled moan could be heard. It was gurggled, but Storm heard it. He released his hold on Alisha, as he started towards the limp body. She sobbed loudly trying to hang onto his arm, but he shakily continued over to him. The top of the mans head was compressed sickly into his skull, and blood poured out of a gapeing hole deep in the compression. Another substance oozed out as well, but he could'nt quite identify it. Although blood splattered however, his eyes were wide open, and his facial expression was that of one in terror. His mouth gaped open as if to try and say something, but all that came was a gurggly moan, with blood sprouting from the orface. Storm histerically fell from his feet into the doorfaceing. He had never seen anything like this before.....this man was going to die. He was going to die because of him. Tears roll down Storm's face not from any pain...but from fear. Shock...and number of emotions that could have been liable for the moment. Alisha's blood stained face, and poorly crooked nose, looked solomnly at her husband. She then reached down and picked up the baseball bat. She looked to Storm, and told him to wait for her outside. Storm looked at her in blindness.....he did'nt know what to say...what to do. She gave him another look, helping him to his feet. A loveing look. She gave him the same instruction, and this time, she lead him to the door. He stepped over the body, and fearfully stepped outside the door faceing. She turned back to her dieing husband, and Storm watched on as her other hand closed the door. At the time Storm was so histerical, he did'nt know what she was doing, but when he heard the bone crunching thud of metal against floor, and the loudest moan of yet...He Knew. His mind was telling him several things....but instinct kicked in, and the only thing he could do...is run. He ran hard...he ran fast...he ran all the way to his car, and he drove all the way to the airport. Within ten minuetes upon arriveing, he is airborn in his private jet....bound for Japan...where he would later meet Crazy Jay..the real man that got him into wrestling.**
SEPTEMBER 22 2000......CASTLE SANT' ANGELO......ROME, ITALY
Johnny Storm: Listen Alisha....it's great to see you and all....but I don't have time for this. I've done several things in my life that I'm not proud of. This just being one of them. If you want to continue this bullshit, then go and talk to the mirror....it will listen much better than I will.
Alisha: Why........you Son of A B!tch!
**Storm starts to walk away from her, but as he does....Alisha comes from behind. She whirls him around to face her, and bring up an open palm to catch his face once again. However, instead of taking the paintbrush, he reaches his hand up to catch her by the wrist. She brought her other hand up to the same reaction. He pulls her hard into his body, her tight little package pressed against his hard frame. She opens her mouth to speak angrily, but before a sound can be made Storm reaches down and kisses her hard on the lips. Her eyes go wide, and she physically protests, but as Storm enters his toungue into her mouth, she slowly complys by returning the slight toungue jab. Her struggle stops abruptly, as she brings her hands gently in on his face. He wraps his hands around her waist, and picks her up carrying her to the bed. He plops her down, and he starts by unbuckling her high heals. He slips the shoe off, and kisses the top of her foot, slideing his toungue down her leg to her mid thigh, and then drops down between her legs pressing his lips to hers. She feels his body press into her through their clotheing. The only words she can muster, is a whispering."I've missed you.....(breathing in deeply while her lip shudders in under his touch)"**
SEPTEMBER 23 2000......CASTLE SANT' ANGELOS.......ROME, ITALY
**Storm awoke from his sleep...it being the next day....Saturday. It's still early in the morning, Johnny not exactly being able to get past the time difference in Rome. He sits up, and looks to his side to find no one there. Where had she gone....did she leave him like he had left her so long ago? He stands, and heads to the bathroom, takeing a shower, and getting in a blue shiney shirt, and a pair of black jeans, topped off with a pair of steel toed boots. He started out the door of his bedroom, and down the huge hallway to the dineing hall. He finds no one there but the servant boy he was paying to take care of things around the Castle. His eye's squint in thought, and he grabs a muffin from the table, as he starts to the door that leads him outside in the garden. Upon stepping out, he see's Alisha sitting on the steps....
She was so beautiful....even in a simple night gown. This early in the morning she seemed to glow. He did'nt realize it till now. He started towards her, and she smiled as he approached.**
Johnny Storm: How you doing beautiful....had breakfast yet?
Alisha: Don't try that coy act with me!(she points a finger at him, but can't help the smile that follows) I'm still mad at you...
Johnny Storm: Oh...you are...(returns her smile, and moves in to kiss her)
Alisha: You know....Utterly Amazing Sex is not going to cause me to just for...hrmph!(she is cut off by his kiss, but does'nt object to much to it)
Johnny Storm: Sorry sweetheart....but I gotta go. I have to reserve my locker room in the Colloseum. I'll be back later this afternoon if you want too stick around..
Alisha: Well...I'll be here when you get back....as long as you..Come Back!
**Storm gives her a smartass look, and a goodbye kiss as he starts towards the front gates. He reaches his car soon enough, and makes his trek towards the Colloseum. Home of the Gladiator Wrestling Federation for the time being. Storm walks up the gigantic steps towards the main enterance, where the Colloseum is already changeing it's shape due to the GWA road crew. He finds himself down in the stone structures belly, where all the modernized rooms have been set up. He starts towards a nice looking room, with a private door. He see's Alek Cage passing by him in disgust, and then has a short conversation with Sebastian Bock that does'nt take to much of his time. He drops his bag on the stone floor...and what comes next, is elementary in the world of the professional wrestler. Leon Sphinx, GWA field reporter, steps into the room, and asks the universal question.
Leon Sphinx: Hello Mr. Storm..can I get a few words with you?
Mr. Fantastic: I think I told Ross Bobby everything I need to. I really don't see where repeating myself, and rambling on about an unprepairable match is going to help anyone.
**Before Storm can say anything in protest, the Cameraman already has the camera turned on him as he says what he just said. He looks up, and shakes his head in disbelief, but throws a pair of tights down on his bag, and turns back to Sphinx.**
Mr. Fantastic: Fine! What do you want to know that I have'nt already told you?
Leon Sphinx: Well...you are participating in the biggest match up in GWA history...I mean.....what are your thoughts on that. Everyone seem's to have their own ideas, and their own respects towards the other participants...but....do you have a new game plan...a difference of opinion?
Mr. Fantastic: If you want my opinion..the whole F*cking Reporters Roster needs a lesson in humility. For as long as I've been here I've seen you wheasle your way into every nook and cranny to instigate, and egg on the participants in these matches. How about you take a lesson that Ross Bobby takes every time he walks into a room with me...and that's shut that dough-nut eating hole up, and let me cut another promo that will ensure this federations greatness. Now...Participants in the Main Event match up at Adrenalin Eruption.....let me first say that I don't give a damn. That's right..I think you heard me. Yesterday I told you how I felt...and it was all true...now it's time for complete and utter focus. Now let me clarify the statement I just gave. I don't give a damn! Chris Damm....I don't give a damn about some f*cked up dreams you were haveing about Skylar Thomas....How do I know.....real simple...(pulls out a vanilla colored folder, and holds it up)...I had you followed, and bribed the Receptionist at Dr. Pell's office! If you don't like my methods you can kiss my ass Chris, cause it's not even about you! It's about me...it's about a title I want...A title I will have! So in context with what I've just said...Chris Damm....I don't give a damn! Skylar Thomas......I don't give a damn about what you want to happen, I don't give a damn about your drugs, I don't even give a damn about your healing factor...cause all I have to do is sustain you...not kill you. So Skylar Thomas...I don't give a damn! Alek Cage...I don't give a damn about some vendetta you have against me...against your f*cking family cause they could'nt afford to give you everything life had to offer...Cage I don't give a damn whether you have a problem with Trace Vanreardon.....Alek Cage in the simplist of terms...I don't give a damn! Speaking of...Trace VanReardon....I don't give a damn about Stephanie Connor...I don't give a damn about the Circle...I don't even give a damn about how much bullsh!t you unload on these people trying to convince them that you matter....Trace VanReardon I don't give a damn! Stephanie Connor..I don't give a damn about X-Rayted Man or Vixxxen...I don't give a damn that you were tasored by Alek Cage...and I would'nt have even given a damn if you had died.....Cause Stephanie Connor...I don't give a damn! Sebastian Bock...I don't give a damn about your multi-million dollar buisness, cause quite frankly I'm worth billions. I don't give a damn about our friendship that will be pushed to the max by this contest.....and Bock...I don't even give a damn about your little school hood tantrums! Sebastian Bock I don't give a damn! Chris Carpenter...I don't give a damn whether your from Canada....I don't give a damn about how great you think you may be.....I especially don't give a damn about your relationship with Steven Fury...so in words that you can understand...Chris Carpenter I don't give a damn! Steven Fury....I don't give a damn whether you hate me or not....I don't give a damn whether that flea bag ho gives you head every F*cking night of the week.....Steven Fury I don't even give a damn about whether you want me as your Gladiator Champion or not.....cause Steven Fury I don't give a damn! MJ Francis...I don't give a damn about how loose your goose is. I don't give a damn about your half of the Circle. I don't give a damn about the fact that Cathrine Jones is about to ram your ass, like it has'nt been rammed enough, right out of CTN! MJ Francis I don't give a damn! Rachel Winston I don't give a damn about your new induction into the Circle..I especially don't give a damn about your relationship with the OutLaw, and I don't give a damn about how much Solicited Sex you had to give MJ Francis to get on with the Circle in the First place. Rachel Winston..I don't give a damn! OutLaw...I don't give a damn about your delemna of being Circle or not. I don't give a damn whether you actually advance in this tournament, and I really don't give a damn if your on the radio teaching America's youth to be assenine idiots! OutLaw..I don't give a damn! Joey Jackson...I don't give a damn about your patheticly dressed Angel....I would'nt even give a damn if you swooped down into the F*cking ring like an eagle. Joey Jackson I don't give a damn! Kado..I don't give a damn how big you are....I don't give a damn how much cellulite you have on your fat ass....I don't even give a damn what an idiotic name like Underwood Mr. Freddie. Kado...I don't give a damn! Shadow Craven....I don't give a damn whether your on Cathrine Jones' side of the Circle or not....I don't even give a damn if your Shadow is Craven a F*cking whopper.....Shadow Craven I don't give a damn! Kindred...I don't give a damn whether you live in a castle or not..cause right now your not the only ones....I don't care whether your a tag team, a stable, or in singles competition cause you just plain suck! I don't even care whether you make it down to the Cage for the match, cause there's no chance in hell any one of you could win it even if you tried! Kindred...I just don't give a damn! Heavy Artillary...I don't give a damn how many times I have to give Doomsday a chair shot to the head for him to get it...I don't give a damn about how many times the three of you go to the Spank Bank Bar...Heavy Artillary I don't give a damn! Jimmy Martinez...I don't give a damn whether you show your Rage to your opponent....I don't give a damn if you show your Rage to me...Cause your Rage isn't to damn impressive as of late, and I would'nt give a damn to kick your ass into realization! Jimmy Martinez...I don't give a damn! Jason Craven I don't give a damn whether you even show up tonight at the Colloseum, cause you could'nt beat Wolfgang Keis, and that tells me that your someone that I should'nt give a damn about! So Jason Craven I don't give a damn! Barrey Odessy I don't give a damn about your little DQ match ups with Deacon Riggs....I don't give a damn about what you think you offer this federation....Hell..I don't even give a damn whether you breath or sufficate cause you just don't matter. Barrey Odessy...I don't give a damn! Now that I've mentioned everyone involved...Let me make it clear..and in volume what I think about anyone who thinks they are going to one up me....go ahead...ask me Sphinx..
Leon Sphinx: Umm....Let me guess....You don't give a damn...right?
Mr. Fantastic: (with a hurt voice)Noooooo....(he shakes his head in a disavowing manner...then looks back at Sphinx with a disgusted look. He looks to the camera and it zooms in on his eyes, that pierce the lens right to the eyes of the cameraman with intensity)...I DON'T GIVE A GOD DAMN WHAT THEY THINK! Now get the hell out of here, and keep your ass out of my way for the next couple of days!
**Storm jumps up takeing Sphinx by the arm, and shoveing him out of the door. The cameraman quickly complys as well, as Storm angrily slams the door, and sits back on his bench. He trifles through his bag, and then abruptly throws them back to the bag. He stands up, and starts out the door. It's time for a stiff drink, and a long talk with Alisha...after that...it's time to take on the Gladiator Wrestling Association. Just another normal day in the life of a Wrestling Superstar.
**Johnny Storm stumbled through the halls of the ancient castle dumbfounded by its volume. It was huge. Secret passages, long hallways, places that had'nt been seen in years. Not since the owners had it closed to the public. They made it livable...a home. Oddly enough Storm felt at peace in the structure of stone. Storm had found a few of the secret passages, but nothing compared to the dungeon. That had to be the darkest pit of a room that he had ever seen. The musty smell of death and rotting flesh floated in the air down there like no where he'ld ever been. It did'nt take him long before he decided that's not where he wanted to be. After a long search of the house, and boyhood dreams of finding burried treasure, and dead bones that came back to life to haunt him. He finds himself in the Master bed chamber where he doodles at the desk at the begining of the terrace. He looks out over the beautiful city. He loved Italy. Heck..he loved Europe all together. As a young man he had made a few travles through out Europe. He even had a few offices here in Rome...none that he felt that he needed to visit however while he was here. His mind was focused on the GWA Gladiator Title match up at the PPV, and not much could swerve it. He had a radio playing on the desk where he was sitting, and he did'nt pay it much attention untill "Is this Love" by Whitesnake began to play. He loved 80's music. It was a time of freedom, a time for fun. Music was music rather than the Vomital Hip Hop of today. He hummed along with the main beat of the song as it continued on...untill it reached the chorus to which he blurted out the words loudly feeling as though he were alone to do so. It was'nt untill he was in the second verse that he heard a laughter behind him. He turned swiftly at the laugh in embaracement, and a face long forgotten stands in the doorway of his quiet room.**
**Storms eyes grew wide at the sight of his former lover standing in the doorway. She was originally from Venice, Italy, but had moved to Rome so as to conduct Storm's buisness while he was gone. He had met her in a small Venice Coffee shoppe, where he spat out sickening rhymes as if to impress women with his sick poetic talent. Needless to say he did'nt impress her through words...but a deffinent connection was made. Storm spent nearly a year of his life over in Venice, but was soon called home to tend to matters. Upon arriveing...he decided it would be best if he did'nt come back to stay with Alisha Marcil. It was hard for awhile, he found that he missed her beautiful face. Her large brown eyes that scowered his body, even now. The offices he had set up here were mainly for her benefit. It gave her a great paying job, and she would'nt have to worry about Job Security any time soon. She was'nt supposed to know that he was in town. Yet...how could she not. The GWA was a worldwide broadcast, and GWA banners were all over the place long before the GWA Superstars started to arrive in town. Yet even though she was laughing....she had to be here for a reason. She had to be mad at him for not comeing back. For not returning phonecalls. For not explaining his reasons...for not explaining it to himself. Yet she stood in the doorway laughing as if nothing was wrong in the world. Her eye's narrow now on Storm, as he stands slowly from his position. He wears a flannel pair of boxers, with a Key Largo T-shirt that appears to be way to short for his body, but comfortable. She reviews this, but the smile remains. Never fadeing, never glimmering at all. This makes Storm nervous. Very nervous. She glides into the room, and throws her over coat to the floor in a near by corner, her dark hair flowing around her kneck causeing even storm to shudder. She then looks to him with a half smile provocatively, as she tossels her hair out of her face, and crosses her arms in under her breasts.**
Alisha: Well...Well..Well. It appears even after all this time...you are still tone deaf...eh!?
**She laughs lightly, as Storm smiles in compliance, looking to the floor as if it will tell him a response to give her, and then looks back up to her and see's that she is waiting on his word.
Johnny Storm: Yeah. Never have been much of a singer..(smirks careingly, as he turns to look out the window, and then back towards her. She has not moved from her position, which also makes him nervous) So how have you been doing Alisha?
Alisha: Imagine that......and I thought your first question would be...."How did you know I was here?"(she smirks this time, much in the same way Storm had done. She glides closer to where Storm is standing which visiably makes him uneasy) What's the matter Johnny....did you expect me to slap you first thing for you idiocity....or did you expect me to come in here like an upset school girl...the way you left me four years ago. What did you want me to say Johnny....what went through that mind of yours when you turned and saw me there? What were you thinking four years ago.....
**Without much warning she reaches up hastily with a paintbrush slap across Storm's face. Although the blow did not have enough force behind it to matter, something inside Storm's kneck made him jerk with the sudden sting in his cheek. She then slowly turns, and starts towards a seat over near the desk. She looks back to Johnny as she leans back in the chair.**
Alisha: You know...even after all this time, and as many times as I've run that scenario through my head....it's nothing compared to that moment where my hand makes impact with your face.(she smiles shroodly, and shudders at the excitement of a possiable second slap) But for now.....come...sit....tell me about what you've been up to these past couple of years.
Johnny Storm: (with a little hesitation, he makes his way to one of the chairs, where he sits across from her not makeing much eye contact) To tell you the truth....I'm busy as one can get in the buisness..
Alisha: The buisness? Ah yes! The Gladiator Wrestling Association. The top wrestling superstars compiled into the Wrestling Inudstries top Federation. I heard they were comeing to town...I don't watch it that much mind you. I don't see the point in watching something as barbaric as that. I however could understand how someone like you could get into it Johnny. After all you are a violent person by nature are'nt you...(smiles wickedly)...I mean, you have the skills to be a shark in the Buisness world. A pirate who blows the competition out of the water before they even have the oppurtunity to construct a ship. But I'm sure your not here to think about that kind of buisness. While you've been rallying the support of the local Teeny-Boppers such as the one you dated(smiles as Storm's frown grows with her words), The Offices here in Rome are doing quite nicely. Makeing you a great deal of money. Yet you never visit. You never consult with your chief clerical advisor about the situations that arise over here like you do in your other European Offices......do you not like this person. Who is it that you stated in charge of this branch of your company...was'nt it that distastefull Bitch...Oh...wait...(her smile is erased by a disgusted frown)...That would be me!
Johnny Storm: It's not like that, and you know it. I'm a busy man that's all. I don't have time to travel around the world and chek in with every office I own. Hell I'm not sure of the locations of every office I own. That's why I hire very capable people of running them....such as yourself.
Alisha: (obviously by her reactions...not to impressed with his answers) Well..I suppose those are valid points. But if you leave such capable people in your wake, then what makes you think that your not being robbed blind. What's that word you American's use? "Ripped off"!
**Storm's eyes narrowed in on her, but could'nt continue the ice cold stare that chilled the room. He did'nt like where this was going....and he really did'nt have time for it right now. It was only a few days away from Adrenaline Eruption, and his mind was focused on his involvement in the Main Event. He did'nt need this right now....He did'nt want this. His Wrestling history was put to rest, but it seemed like no matter what he did....his Personal Life continued to catch up. But this....Her....Deffinently did not need to be thrown at him at this particular time in his life. His decision to leave so long ago was based on an act of dispicable horror. Something that was'nt supposed to happen...something that should not have happened. As Storm begins to hear the voices of his past catch up to him, Alisha Marcil moves back in her seat, and examines Storm's face before speaking once more.**
Alisha: What's the matter Johnny.....that night starting to catch up to you now after seeing me. It's been a long time EH? Yeah...I thought that might happen.....matter of fact that's the main reason I came. I wanted to see you squirm in under your skin.(smiles shudderingly) I want you to remember every dirty little detail of that night you left Rome.....the night you left me. You could have took me with you.....did you ever think of that? Huh? No..Of Coarse Not. You needed someone to take the guilt from you. Someone for the police to question, besides yourself. You were important, and that 17 year old dark haired girl who lived in that run down shack was a no body! Admit it Johnny.....Admit what you did was wrong. Not to the boy...that was justified...that was correct. I agreed with that decision completely! However, the matter I speak of is what you did to me! Admit it was wrong....
**Storm stands now walking away from the beautiful young lady that sits across from him. His eyes mist, but he dares not shead a tear. Not Now...Not in this pivital point in his career......Not for her....Not for anyone. He looks out the Terrace door onto the streets of Rome. It's a beautful place, but Storm can't even see it at this point. It was a city that he once loved, but not any longer. It was tainted with what he had done, and cryptic visions of her. As Storm looks out the window in silence, Alisha stands angrily. She starts towards him now, her high heels clacking against the stone floor. Upon reaching him, she whirls him around to face her. Her teeth gritted she gets right in his face now, angrily takeing his shirt into her fists, and pulling him towards her.**
Alisha: Come on Storm.....REMEMBER ME! REMEMBER THAT GOD DAMN NIGHT!!
**Alisha Marcil's voice fades with those words as Storm's mind spirals down into the pit of rememberance. A pit he hated...the pit that continued to get him in trouble. Yet, here he was again. Standing in a pit of memories, that were much to painfull for one person to bear.**
JUNE 15 1988......APARTMENT OUTSIDE OF TRAJAN'S MARKET......ROME, ITALY
**Johnny Storm stands inside his apartment window looking down to the street below. A young man right out of High School, he had enough money to buy the entire block...hell...the entire city. With so much money, it was almost unbelievable he would settle for the quaint little apartment just to the east of Trajan's Market. He found the city of Rome one of the most intrigueing places that he had stayed in Europe so far, and decided to stay for awhile. It had'nt been a month before he had fell into a niche' of going to the local clubs, and makeing love to some of the most beautiful women in the world. One of these women just happened to be Alisha Marcil. This young girl was a poor seamstress in a vintage dress shop in the market. Storm had met her in a club, and was automatically captivated by her. There was only one problem. Alisha's husband. The man was brutal, and a huge man...who used an american baseball bat, one of his past times, to beat the hell out of his wife. He had suckered Alisha's family into makeing her marry him. He was supposed to be a man with money, and they wanted the best for their daughter. Little did they know he was actually a gambler who ran into a little money. It was'nt long after they were married, that he lost the money...as well as his temper. He beat her severly, and one time...he beat her almost to death. Storm had become involved somewhere halfway into the marriage. He wanted to help her divorce the wife abuser, but she did'nt believe in divorce. Storm at first was not romanticlly involved, but as time went on....the only thing he wanted to do was to reach out and protect her. Protect her he did. One night Alisha and he had decided to run away together. Storm would take her back to America where he would make the divorce legal. While the husband was supposed to be at work, Storm and Alisha snuck into her house to get some of her personal items. Specifically a necklace her mother had given her. It went back 4 generations, and she wanted to pass it on to her child. Upon going through her drawers, the door opened...and there stood Alisha's husband. At the sight of another man in his house he went ballistic calling her violent names and throwing their belongings around the room. The first reaction from Storm was to run....he had never encountered violence such as this. He was afraid. Alisha was amazingly strong willed though, and in an attempt to calm him, started towards him trying to explain. His hand struck her face sending her to the floor...her lip busted open and bleeding. That was all Storm needed to see. As the Husband reached for the Aluminum Baseball Bat he had behind the door, he got slammed into the door by Storm. The man towered over Johnny, and it was almost impossiable for him to try and over power him. As Storm gave hard punches to the ribs, Alisha's husband simply slammed his fists together down on the back of Johnny's kneck. Johnny hit the ground hard holding the spot that was struck, and squirming a little in under the pressure of a few well placed boots to his ribs. Alisha rushes in to grab hold of her husbands hand, but as she pulls agains him...she recieves devestating punch to the nose. Blood explodes on his fist, as she falls to the floor screaming and crying over the now broken nose. The husband lets out a horse laugh, that sends a chill over Storm. Her husband takes hold of the baseball bat he was trying to get ahold of a minuete ago, and turns back to Storm. He raises it high over his head to hit Storm who cowers in the doorway. For all of her size, her tenacity at the least had to be humongous. Alisha kicked hard into her husband's knee causeing him to buckle. He turned wildly, saying that he was going to end her life once and for all. While raising the bat over his head to bring down on her, Storm jumps to his feet, and jerks it out of his hands. As her Husband turns around, Storm swings the bat hard in a blind fear. Blood explodes from the much larger mans head, and it splatters all over the wall in sparratic motions. Storm drops the bat, and it clanks against the floor. Alisha pulls herself away to run to Johnny. As she reaches him she burries her injured face in his chest crying uncontrolably. Blood from her broken nose runs down his shirt, as he watches Her husband stay animated in the air untill finally limply hitting the floor. Storm closes his eyes, as he pulls her in with a tight hug. The sound of a low gruntled moan could be heard. It was gurggled, but Storm heard it. He released his hold on Alisha, as he started towards the limp body. She sobbed loudly trying to hang onto his arm, but he shakily continued over to him. The top of the mans head was compressed sickly into his skull, and blood poured out of a gapeing hole deep in the compression. Another substance oozed out as well, but he could'nt quite identify it. Although blood splattered however, his eyes were wide open, and his facial expression was that of one in terror. His mouth gaped open as if to try and say something, but all that came was a gurggly moan, with blood sprouting from the orface. Storm histerically fell from his feet into the doorfaceing. He had never seen anything like this before.....this man was going to die. He was going to die because of him. Tears roll down Storm's face not from any pain...but from fear. Shock...and number of emotions that could have been liable for the moment. Alisha's blood stained face, and poorly crooked nose, looked solomnly at her husband. She then reached down and picked up the baseball bat. She looked to Storm, and told him to wait for her outside. Storm looked at her in blindness.....he did'nt know what to say...what to do. She gave him another look, helping him to his feet. A loveing look. She gave him the same instruction, and this time, she lead him to the door. He stepped over the body, and fearfully stepped outside the door faceing. She turned back to her dieing husband, and Storm watched on as her other hand closed the door. At the time Storm was so histerical, he did'nt know what she was doing, but when he heard the bone crunching thud of metal against floor, and the loudest moan of yet...He Knew. His mind was telling him several things....but instinct kicked in, and the only thing he could do...is run. He ran hard...he ran fast...he ran all the way to his car, and he drove all the way to the airport. Within ten minuetes upon arriveing, he is airborn in his private jet....bound for Japan...where he would later meet Crazy Jay..the real man that got him into wrestling.**
SEPTEMBER 22 2000......CASTLE SANT' ANGELO......ROME, ITALY
Johnny Storm: Listen Alisha....it's great to see you and all....but I don't have time for this. I've done several things in my life that I'm not proud of. This just being one of them. If you want to continue this bullshit, then go and talk to the mirror....it will listen much better than I will.
Alisha: Why........you Son of A B!tch!
**Storm starts to walk away from her, but as he does....Alisha comes from behind. She whirls him around to face her, and bring up an open palm to catch his face once again. However, instead of taking the paintbrush, he reaches his hand up to catch her by the wrist. She brought her other hand up to the same reaction. He pulls her hard into his body, her tight little package pressed against his hard frame. She opens her mouth to speak angrily, but before a sound can be made Storm reaches down and kisses her hard on the lips. Her eyes go wide, and she physically protests, but as Storm enters his toungue into her mouth, she slowly complys by returning the slight toungue jab. Her struggle stops abruptly, as she brings her hands gently in on his face. He wraps his hands around her waist, and picks her up carrying her to the bed. He plops her down, and he starts by unbuckling her high heals. He slips the shoe off, and kisses the top of her foot, slideing his toungue down her leg to her mid thigh, and then drops down between her legs pressing his lips to hers. She feels his body press into her through their clotheing. The only words she can muster, is a whispering."I've missed you.....(breathing in deeply while her lip shudders in under his touch)"**
SEPTEMBER 23 2000......CASTLE SANT' ANGELOS.......ROME, ITALY
**Storm awoke from his sleep...it being the next day....Saturday. It's still early in the morning, Johnny not exactly being able to get past the time difference in Rome. He sits up, and looks to his side to find no one there. Where had she gone....did she leave him like he had left her so long ago? He stands, and heads to the bathroom, takeing a shower, and getting in a blue shiney shirt, and a pair of black jeans, topped off with a pair of steel toed boots. He started out the door of his bedroom, and down the huge hallway to the dineing hall. He finds no one there but the servant boy he was paying to take care of things around the Castle. His eye's squint in thought, and he grabs a muffin from the table, as he starts to the door that leads him outside in the garden. Upon stepping out, he see's Alisha sitting on the steps....
She was so beautiful....even in a simple night gown. This early in the morning she seemed to glow. He did'nt realize it till now. He started towards her, and she smiled as he approached.**
Johnny Storm: How you doing beautiful....had breakfast yet?
Alisha: Don't try that coy act with me!(she points a finger at him, but can't help the smile that follows) I'm still mad at you...
Johnny Storm: Oh...you are...(returns her smile, and moves in to kiss her)
Alisha: You know....Utterly Amazing Sex is not going to cause me to just for...hrmph!(she is cut off by his kiss, but does'nt object to much to it)
Johnny Storm: Sorry sweetheart....but I gotta go. I have to reserve my locker room in the Colloseum. I'll be back later this afternoon if you want too stick around..
Alisha: Well...I'll be here when you get back....as long as you..Come Back!
**Storm gives her a smartass look, and a goodbye kiss as he starts towards the front gates. He reaches his car soon enough, and makes his trek towards the Colloseum. Home of the Gladiator Wrestling Federation for the time being. Storm walks up the gigantic steps towards the main enterance, where the Colloseum is already changeing it's shape due to the GWA road crew. He finds himself down in the stone structures belly, where all the modernized rooms have been set up. He starts towards a nice looking room, with a private door. He see's Alek Cage passing by him in disgust, and then has a short conversation with Sebastian Bock that does'nt take to much of his time. He drops his bag on the stone floor...and what comes next, is elementary in the world of the professional wrestler. Leon Sphinx, GWA field reporter, steps into the room, and asks the universal question.
Leon Sphinx: Hello Mr. Storm..can I get a few words with you?
Mr. Fantastic: I think I told Ross Bobby everything I need to. I really don't see where repeating myself, and rambling on about an unprepairable match is going to help anyone.
**Before Storm can say anything in protest, the Cameraman already has the camera turned on him as he says what he just said. He looks up, and shakes his head in disbelief, but throws a pair of tights down on his bag, and turns back to Sphinx.**
Mr. Fantastic: Fine! What do you want to know that I have'nt already told you?
Leon Sphinx: Well...you are participating in the biggest match up in GWA history...I mean.....what are your thoughts on that. Everyone seem's to have their own ideas, and their own respects towards the other participants...but....do you have a new game plan...a difference of opinion?
Mr. Fantastic: If you want my opinion..the whole F*cking Reporters Roster needs a lesson in humility. For as long as I've been here I've seen you wheasle your way into every nook and cranny to instigate, and egg on the participants in these matches. How about you take a lesson that Ross Bobby takes every time he walks into a room with me...and that's shut that dough-nut eating hole up, and let me cut another promo that will ensure this federations greatness. Now...Participants in the Main Event match up at Adrenalin Eruption.....let me first say that I don't give a damn. That's right..I think you heard me. Yesterday I told you how I felt...and it was all true...now it's time for complete and utter focus. Now let me clarify the statement I just gave. I don't give a damn! Chris Damm....I don't give a damn about some f*cked up dreams you were haveing about Skylar Thomas....How do I know.....real simple...(pulls out a vanilla colored folder, and holds it up)...I had you followed, and bribed the Receptionist at Dr. Pell's office! If you don't like my methods you can kiss my ass Chris, cause it's not even about you! It's about me...it's about a title I want...A title I will have! So in context with what I've just said...Chris Damm....I don't give a damn! Skylar Thomas......I don't give a damn about what you want to happen, I don't give a damn about your drugs, I don't even give a damn about your healing factor...cause all I have to do is sustain you...not kill you. So Skylar Thomas...I don't give a damn! Alek Cage...I don't give a damn about some vendetta you have against me...against your f*cking family cause they could'nt afford to give you everything life had to offer...Cage I don't give a damn whether you have a problem with Trace Vanreardon.....Alek Cage in the simplist of terms...I don't give a damn! Speaking of...Trace VanReardon....I don't give a damn about Stephanie Connor...I don't give a damn about the Circle...I don't even give a damn about how much bullsh!t you unload on these people trying to convince them that you matter....Trace VanReardon I don't give a damn! Stephanie Connor..I don't give a damn about X-Rayted Man or Vixxxen...I don't give a damn that you were tasored by Alek Cage...and I would'nt have even given a damn if you had died.....Cause Stephanie Connor...I don't give a damn! Sebastian Bock...I don't give a damn about your multi-million dollar buisness, cause quite frankly I'm worth billions. I don't give a damn about our friendship that will be pushed to the max by this contest.....and Bock...I don't even give a damn about your little school hood tantrums! Sebastian Bock I don't give a damn! Chris Carpenter...I don't give a damn whether your from Canada....I don't give a damn about how great you think you may be.....I especially don't give a damn about your relationship with Steven Fury...so in words that you can understand...Chris Carpenter I don't give a damn! Steven Fury....I don't give a damn whether you hate me or not....I don't give a damn whether that flea bag ho gives you head every F*cking night of the week.....Steven Fury I don't even give a damn about whether you want me as your Gladiator Champion or not.....cause Steven Fury I don't give a damn! MJ Francis...I don't give a damn about how loose your goose is. I don't give a damn about your half of the Circle. I don't give a damn about the fact that Cathrine Jones is about to ram your ass, like it has'nt been rammed enough, right out of CTN! MJ Francis I don't give a damn! Rachel Winston I don't give a damn about your new induction into the Circle..I especially don't give a damn about your relationship with the OutLaw, and I don't give a damn about how much Solicited Sex you had to give MJ Francis to get on with the Circle in the First place. Rachel Winston..I don't give a damn! OutLaw...I don't give a damn about your delemna of being Circle or not. I don't give a damn whether you actually advance in this tournament, and I really don't give a damn if your on the radio teaching America's youth to be assenine idiots! OutLaw..I don't give a damn! Joey Jackson...I don't give a damn about your patheticly dressed Angel....I would'nt even give a damn if you swooped down into the F*cking ring like an eagle. Joey Jackson I don't give a damn! Kado..I don't give a damn how big you are....I don't give a damn how much cellulite you have on your fat ass....I don't even give a damn what an idiotic name like Underwood Mr. Freddie. Kado...I don't give a damn! Shadow Craven....I don't give a damn whether your on Cathrine Jones' side of the Circle or not....I don't even give a damn if your Shadow is Craven a F*cking whopper.....Shadow Craven I don't give a damn! Kindred...I don't give a damn whether you live in a castle or not..cause right now your not the only ones....I don't care whether your a tag team, a stable, or in singles competition cause you just plain suck! I don't even care whether you make it down to the Cage for the match, cause there's no chance in hell any one of you could win it even if you tried! Kindred...I just don't give a damn! Heavy Artillary...I don't give a damn how many times I have to give Doomsday a chair shot to the head for him to get it...I don't give a damn about how many times the three of you go to the Spank Bank Bar...Heavy Artillary I don't give a damn! Jimmy Martinez...I don't give a damn whether you show your Rage to your opponent....I don't give a damn if you show your Rage to me...Cause your Rage isn't to damn impressive as of late, and I would'nt give a damn to kick your ass into realization! Jimmy Martinez...I don't give a damn! Jason Craven I don't give a damn whether you even show up tonight at the Colloseum, cause you could'nt beat Wolfgang Keis, and that tells me that your someone that I should'nt give a damn about! So Jason Craven I don't give a damn! Barrey Odessy I don't give a damn about your little DQ match ups with Deacon Riggs....I don't give a damn about what you think you offer this federation....Hell..I don't even give a damn whether you breath or sufficate cause you just don't matter. Barrey Odessy...I don't give a damn! Now that I've mentioned everyone involved...Let me make it clear..and in volume what I think about anyone who thinks they are going to one up me....go ahead...ask me Sphinx..
Leon Sphinx: Umm....Let me guess....You don't give a damn...right?
Mr. Fantastic: (with a hurt voice)Noooooo....(he shakes his head in a disavowing manner...then looks back at Sphinx with a disgusted look. He looks to the camera and it zooms in on his eyes, that pierce the lens right to the eyes of the cameraman with intensity)...I DON'T GIVE A GOD DAMN WHAT THEY THINK! Now get the hell out of here, and keep your ass out of my way for the next couple of days!
**Storm jumps up takeing Sphinx by the arm, and shoveing him out of the door. The cameraman quickly complys as well, as Storm angrily slams the door, and sits back on his bench. He trifles through his bag, and then abruptly throws them back to the bag. He stands up, and starts out the door. It's time for a stiff drink, and a long talk with Alisha...after that...it's time to take on the Gladiator Wrestling Association. Just another normal day in the life of a Wrestling Superstar.