Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 6:04:33 GMT
SEPTEMBER 24 2000 SANT' TORINTOS HOSPITAL ROME, ITALY 15 MINUETES AFTER ADRENALIN ERUPTION
**Johnny Storm's hand is lifeless as Alisha Marcil holds it in her hand. The Ambulance carrying the two abruptly stops, and Several EMT's burst the back of the vehicle open and unload Storm. Alisha hops out and follows behind them quickly, as they roll the bed containing his body down the hall way. Storm's eyes shoot open, as he looks around...he feels light headed, and does'nt remember everything that happened. He knows however the left side of his face was sore as hell. He could'nt get over the pain, it was unbearable...he was'nt sure if he even had all of his teeth...and was'nt able to open his mouth to ask. It was'nt long before he could do anything in objection, that his hand was torn from Alisha's hand, and Storm was rushed into a room where she could not follow. The doctor was an odd looking man...or was that his vision. That he could not tell. He started to rise up..but was restrained by two nurses. His eyes shut as a throbbing pain came over the left side of his face. Soon enough he did'nt feel anything...he did'nt remember anything. The IV plunged into his arm, as he breathed in the fumes that would put him to sleep. This was the only way to subdue him the doctor thought. The only way to keep him down for the surgeory they were going to have to do. His face had been reportedly been placed in the bend of a ladder....and then haveing it being slammed down onto him. What kind of men were these GWA barbarians...to do this to another human being. Yet if the good doctor had only known what Johnny Storm had done to Chris Damm's arm, then he may have had mixed feelings on the subject. As they load Johnny into the Cat Scan Machine, they review his head for concussions along with his facial area.**
(Translated from Itallian)Doctor Dramunde': Hmmmm...(looking to the nurse, and pointing to the screen containing Storms skull structure.) Look at this..there is a Hairline Fracture right down the center of his Cheek Bone. The muscle is bruised all the way to his jaw however, causing him a lack of moveability...he will gain this back probably by the end of the night. His nose has been compressed however...hmm....we will have to surgically restructure the bone back to it's original shape.....Jesus...look at this! The man has several battered bones, and reportedly had several severe shocks to the head....and he does'nt have a concussion. That means we can go into surgeory right away. Oh yes..and Miss Drulant....have a copy of thta match waiting on my desk as soon as we come out of it.
**Storm does'nt feel a thing. He does'nt hear a thing said. He does'nt know what is happening to his body, and that his nose is being cut open, and reconstructed from the inside. Lucky for him, he is resting well for the first time in several days. This is his chance to relax..his time for peace.**
2 HOURS LATER SANT' TORINTOS HOSPITAL ROME, ITALY
**Storm's eyes flutter open slowly...his vision off...but soon it focuses in on Alisha Marcil's face. He smiles at her sleeping in a chair right by his side. He trys to sit up, but falls back to his bed which jerks at some wires hanging into his wrists. He looks down at the IV unit leading to a Heart Monitor over his head, and a stream of some liquid substance being sent into his arm through the IV. His eyes move from side to side inside the tiny room. He attempts to scoot up in his bed rather than fully sit up. The rustleing sound awakens Alisha with a startle. She stands as if in panic at his movement, asking questions of more comfort...food...anything Storm needed. Storm out held his hand, and he found it hard to speak...but did so non the less.**
Johnny Storm: Calm down...Calm down! I'm fine.....I'm.....What's wrong with my face?
**As soon as the words escape his lips he is brought back to the PPV Main Event....in the final moments.**
Chris Damm slowly gets to his feet, keeping the broken arm close to his body, as he starts towards Storm. He reaches up with his good hand, and leans again the ladder causing it's legs to fold up, and push Storm over, who was half way up. Storm lands hard with a thud, and the fans cheer Damm as he picks up the chair with his one good hand. He stumbles over to Storm, and drops the chair to take hold of the ladder. He pulls storm with his good hand into a position he finds suitable. Storm seemingly unconscious does'nt feel his face being set inside the ladder. He does however feel the steel chair that Chris Damm brings down one armed onto Storm's lifeless body. Another blood curdling scream rings out...this time Johnny Storm the recepient. Storm slides out of the contraption, and holds the left side of his face.
**Storms eyes advert back to the present, as he attempts a smile that screams through out the left side of his face.**
Johnny Storm: That Son of a Bitch!...(smiles once again despite the pain it causes)...oh well. If I recall correctly...(smirks)..His arm ought to feel real good right about now! Damn....I thought I had him this time....ahh well..what's new with you?
Alisha: (with a look of surprise) Are you not upset that you lost the match?
Johnny Storm: Well..I've found in my experience that you can't dwell upon the past. You have to focus on the future.....on the greater things in life. I never predicted my win. I just lead into what I thought would happen. Unfortunately that did'nt happen, but I did obtain a sense of victory..even though I did'nt get the ultimate prize..
Alisha:....And when was that?
Johnny Storm: (musters a sinister smile) When I broke Chris' arm...that has to be a highlight on my personal reels. So...what's the damage? When do I get out of here?
Alisha: Johnny...you were busted up pretty bad as well. According to your doctor you have a hair line fracture along your Cheek Bone. You're nose is also broken....but they performed surgeory...it appears your going to be back to normal soon.....however your wrestling might need to be left on stand still. I...I don't want to see you hurt again Johnny...I want you safe...
Johnny Storm: That's nice and dandy Alisha....and I'm glad you want me safe....but I don't have time for stand stills and possiabilities of time off. What I need you to do is go to the office, book me a flight for America. Damn it...where is the next Insurrection....(seems in thought)....LOS ANGELES! Tell them to have some of my things moved to my house in the Hills by the time I get there. Please Alisha...I have to be there.....so I can get plenty of rest, and have time to review my next plan of action...
Alisha: Johnny! You have sustained extensive damages......if you had let me finish your list of ailements! You also have two seperated ribs...You can't go anywhere...I have to...
Johnny Storm: (Cutting her off in mid sentence)...Listen Alisha....I'm glad you care for me...and that means alot to me...but I've got things to do. I have to have this done..and if you won't help me, then I'll just get ahold of someone who will!
**Alisha looks to Storm angrily at first, but her look reverts to one of sadness. Her jaw is seen setting in under her skin, and she looks deep into Johnny's eyes as if to say, "Fine..if that's the way you want to be."! She nods, and then turns to walk out the door. Storm almost says something to call her back..but stops short with the thoughts of the PPV's events. Cage & Bock showed their alliegance....and his original partner in crime..Griff Truxell was back in the GWA! Things may have not gone according to plan, but things were'nt nearly as bad as they seemed. The following weeks would be the induction to pain....a new wave of violence. Storm leans back in his bed, and flips the light off from his position. He closes his eyes, yet isn't able to sleep.**
**Steven Fury steps into the Hospital. He scowers the room with his eyes for a information desk, and finds one with a smile. The smile not really for the find...but for the fact that he was coming off of one of the most succesful nights in GWA history. The PPV was a success. All of the participants had beaten the living sh!t out of each other for the most coveted prize in the wrestling world....The Gladiator Championship. Chris Damm had fulfilled the task..and had become the Champion, but the victory had come at a cost. A broken arm...this is all Fury needed...and Johnny Storm's injuries were'nt sitting well either. Both of these men whether he wanted to admit it or not, he needed to smooth certain things out. He had great talent in others, but at this point GWA was on top..and he needed all of his stars in action to further that success. He reached the information desk by now, and these thoughts float out of his mind. He smiles to the young lady, and aks,"What room is Chris Damm in?" Several questions come after that, as the young lady directs him with a map to the room Chris is in. Fury nods in compliance & thanks, as he turns and starts towards the elevators. Chris was on a regular floor now, and just in under observation for the night...he would be able to leave by tomorrow. In time to take on his opponents scheduled for Insurrection. Good news for once..after all the crazy happenings at the PPV that were revealed. He walks calmly from the elevators onto the 3rd floor of the hospital. He starts to follow the room numbers searching for Chris' room....but he finds a door before reaching his champion's. He picks up the doctors chart hanging out of the door...and reviews the events in the past couple of hours that had occured to Johnny Storm. He placed it back into it's proper folder, and places his hand on the door knob. He turned the handle, and stepped into the doorway. He looked into a pitch black room...with a heart monitor beeping away...telling different stats and what not. The dark outline of Johnny Storm does not move...does not flutter....but there are bandages, and certain noticiable places that showed that he was with injury. Steven contemplates wakeing him..but turns to let him rest. As he starts to exit the room, he is called back in from within the darkness...**
Johnny Storm: Fury?...is that you?
Steven Fury: (Fury turns back with an annoyed look on his face, wondering why he had made this turn into Storms room. After pondering for a moment he walks over to Storms bedside.)Yeah! It's me.
Johnny Storm: (sensing some tension)...I feel like sh!t. Probably look it too...(musters a smile)..I thought we were past this hate bullsh!t...it's just buisness Steven...I don't got a beef with you, just don't agree on every decision you make..
Steven Fury: I don't hate you! It is business. What would make you think I hate you?
Johnny Storm: Well....your makeing life kind of hard Fury. Trying to get me suspended, trying to get me fired. I did'nt have anything to do with Connor's problem...but let me ask you this!(holds his hand up in question, then drops it back to his side.) When Stephanie Connor maced me in the eyes...I did'nt see her getting suspension.....nor when she got Bock. She stole a title belt for christ's sake...but I'm fitted with the blame, and your trying to punish me for it. Did you ever think maybe she got what she deserved...without the involvment of me?
Steven Fury: I'm making life tough for you? First off, Stephs little mace incidents didn't do serious physical damage to you or Cage. I blame you because you have this idea that you can get by with, not following the rules. I made the rule because she was seriously hurt by that attack. She actually died and was revivied. I can't run a business with people not able to do their job. What's the first thing you did when I banned tasors from being used? The first thing you did was try to play another one of your little one upmanship games. You had to play the spoilt rotten John Boy we all know and dislike. You had to pull another attack using an eletrical device. Sure I couldn't fire you because technically, what you used was not a tasor. Well I suspended you because of your propensity to not follow the rules. Secondly. Stephs macing you and Cage was wrong, but it was no where near the violence that was done to her. She was dragged out the door with a noose around her neck, had water poured over her and shocked with an eletrical device. She was left lying in the parking lot for dead. How can you compare the two incidents. Then instead of showing any remorse or even following my rule you skirted around the edge of it and used a cattle prod. Look in the mirror if you want to blame someone for your troubles don't look my way.
Johnny Storm: (sitting completely up now) OH...MY....GOD! What the F*ck has this shit done to you! You were once a wrestler..you know what this is like. Jesus Christ, you soaked me in water and shocked me with a God Damn car battery, you can't justify this with that crap you just sold me. What you did was great...it's the kind of things that We DO! You more than anyone should understand that! I can compare those two. I was royally screwed up after that..but I pulled through...so has Connor. Have you completely turned Politician? I mean...this isn't exactly tea and cookies..this little profession we've chosen for ourselves. Connor stepped into my world Fury...I tried my best to make it apparrant that there was a New Wave of Violence upon the horizen. She practically begged for it. Yet I did'nt even have anything to do with it. As far as Doomsday goes...that son of a bitch got what he deserved. I know you have'nt forgotten what men like you and I are! We are viscous Son's of B!tches! We will do anything to get one up over our opponents, and we will do anything to eliminate the competition. Whether it be a B!TCH! Whether it be our best F*cking friend.....We deliver..we cator to a generation of fans that want blood, who want ungodly acts of almost impossiable athleticisim! People continue to question me..they continue to act like there is nothing to come of my warnings, and probably the only way for them to realize it, is for the violence to reach out and slit their F*cking wrists! There is a New Wave brewing Fury....and it's going to go beyond some petty bitches, and worthless opponents. Look at me and Damm for example. He broke my nose, and fractured the left side of my Jaw.....I broke his arm, and he suffered extensive bruised ribs. We did what we had to do....Your the one who limited me..who restricted me. You don't want me to use electrical devices? FINE! I'll just think up some more creative ways to drop your wrestlers like flys. Fury I'm not here to be your enemy. I'm not here to target M.J. Hell I don't even care about her! She's yours, and I'm glad your happy....BUT! If she interferes in my buisness....What do you expect me to do? Turn a blind eye? You know...as well as I do...that that can't happen. I also know if I mess with her, that I mess with you. That's why I give you this chance to hear it from my mouth. I want directly go after M.J. I have no reason to. Just make sure that she does'nt give me a reason....cause I want back down, if she drags me into it! I'm to God Damn old for that. I don't put my body on the line for your company, to have someone come in and sh!t me cause their in a position of power!
Steven Fury: Throwing up my past does not excuse you. Why do you insist on doing things that you know I can't allow? Yes I was a wrestler, yes I reveled in the violence we went through everynight. Do you find it wrong for me to protect my cashcows? Should I just say hey, whatever you wanna do is fine by me. If I did that I might as well just hand you all a gun and tell you to go shot yourselves, lord knows I would have less headaches. But this fed, which I have give my blood, sweat and tears for would die. I have to set rules to protect my stars, they are there to protect you as well. It's plain to see I still love violence, only someone who loved violence as much as I, could have come up with the idea for that main event. I completely enjoyed watching you guys beat each other up.. But outside the ring I have to set linitations in some cases. I only ask that you try to follow them..
Johnny Storm: Ok...Ok. No more electrical objects. You have my word on that. Things are going to get sticky for awhile though. I've got some unfinished buisness to deal with, and I've got some new methods to administer. Oh..and since I did'nt say it while you were wrestling....Sorry about the Stun Gun. It was'nt ment for you, but I figured since I had you down, you would'nt listen to my apology at the time, so I went ahead in for the kill. I guess what I'm trying to say is this...Me and You are'nt going to see eye to eye alot of the times, and even if you don't consider this in the same way......I grow respect for men who I've bleed with...sweated with...and fought with. I even respect you Fury! I know it sounds odd, but it's true. But You know....after we get out of this buisness, we are'nt going to have much but our money & our countless championships....hopefully then we can find enough background to be friends...cause we do go back Fury. But till that day comes....(smiles in a more light hearted matter)...You will always have to watch out for what I am liable to do...Maybe even I'll surprise you a couple of times
Steven Fury: Points taken. Never know what the future holds and I respect you as well, but remember those rules are there for a reason. Don't take it as I woke up one morning, rolled over, looked at MJ, smiled and asked her " What kind of rule can I come up with today to screw Storm". You come that close to killing a wrestler of mine again, and I will have no qualms about returning the favor. I think you know I mean what I'm saying here. Because after all, it is just business and my business is hurt when I lose talent from my roster. So you can believe I will always be watching.
**Fury stands now, and looks down on Storm who leans back down into his bed. Johnny looks out the window for a few minuetes, before turning back to Fury to break the silence.**
Johnny Storm: Go tend to your champion Fury...and tell him that I said congradulations...but don't ever turn his back. I'll see you in California.
Steven Fury: So your cleared to wrestle?
Johnny Storm: Let's just say I'll be on hand to administor my services where needed...
**Fury can't help but muster a smirk from that statement, as he turns to exit the room. He starts towards the door, and turns back to say goodbye. Storm acknowledges him with a nod of his head, before he can even say the words. He steps out into the hallway, and starts down the hallway to find Chris Damm.**
SEPTEMBER 28 2000 BEVERLY HILLS, LOS ANGELES STORM ESTATE
**Johnny Storm's private jet had arrived yesterday, and he did'nt have much time to do anything but get into the bed and rest. His face still ached, and it was constituted even more by the words he and Alisha Marcil had exchanged. She finally realized what Storm had been trying to explain, and he did'nt even have to speak the words to her. His life was to focused on her, to grow involved with a woman that lived in Rome. He could have brought her with him, but that was her home. She knew it....He knew it. So they both agreed that the best thing to do, would be to have Storm go, and be rest assured that his offices in Rome would continue to prosper. Storm could'nt help but feel some sense of loss even though he knew that this was the right choice. She was a very gorgeous woman, and their one night of passion was rekindleing of everything she and he had had in the past. Things don't always work out like you plan, that much was obvious to him...but...things seemed to constantly pick up where Storm was involved. It did'nt take long, after Storm woke from sleep, to realize that he had company. Johnny pulled on a KISS T-shirt, and slipped on some comfortable looking jeans, as he went down the final step into the kitchen. There he saw a sight long since forgotten, but missed. Griff Truxell sat at the kitchen table, drinking Orange Juice, and eating a huge breakfast while smacking the young maid's ass any chance he gets. Storm smiles, as he reaches into the huge stainless steel refridgerator, and pulls out some milk. He pours it into a glass, as he exchanges glances with Griff. He puts the carton back into the fridge, and walks over to the table to sit across from Griff who now focuses on him. The two men just sit there for a few moments, before Griff finally clears his throat, and breaks the silence.**
Griff: So you feeling alright? Pretty nasty shot Damm gave you....and mine was'nt a slice a pie...
Johnny Storm: I'm fine...don't worry about it Griff...it was'nt your fault. I guess it just was'nt my time yet. Oh well, things will finally come around at Insurrection. The original partners in crime back together again! It's going to be..(pauses with a smile...) Fantastic!
Griff: You damn right! It's good to be back Storm...I've missed this life. Feels like old times almost...back when we were destroying lives, and messing with peoples lives. There's nothing quite like screwing people out of what they feel like they've earned! But I got a question for ya Storm...What's your angle? Since when did you not take credit for things like Connor's little Tasor Accident? Are you sitting here telling even me that you were'nt involved? I've known you for too God Damn long for that!
Johnny Storm: I did'nt.....well not really. You see...Cage came to me and asked me what I thought about it. I said I did'nt give a shit. Next thing I know he's almost killed someone. Oh well...that does'nt bother me...as far as I'm concerned the b!tch should have died! But..as I said it was'nt by my order. This was something he almost seemed to want to do. Who am I to tell someone they can't do something this important...(smirks..and then breaks out into a down right laugh. Griff almost falls out of his chair laughing so hard. The men slowly resume their composure, and Storm starts to say something but then bursts out laughing again...Griff completely stands up now and leans against the wall laughing. Finally the two of them calm down, and remove the tears from their eyes.)
Griff: Thanks Johnny...I needed that! So what do you have planned for Insurrection?
Johnny Storm: Well...I'm not completely sure, but I will tell you this much...we're going to explain some things...and give these people some words of warnings. Speaking of Insurrection, I have to call up Bock & Cage! They got a match for the Legion Tag Titles.
Griff: Damn! You don't waist any time do you Johnny? How in the hell did you swing that?
Johnny Storm: It's all a matter of timeing Griff. I did'nt have much to do about it...I talked to a few people in the booking commitee..and Voila! There you go!
**Storm stands to his feet, and starts towards a phone hanging from the wall, as Griff continues eating his scrambled eggs. Storm dials up the number to Bock Savings & Loan located outside of Beverly Hills...it rings, as he turns back to Griff who continues to patronize the maid. He rolls his eyes as he heres a, "hello" on the other end of the phone.**
Johnny Storm: How ya doing Olympic champ..(chuckles)
Sebastian Bock: Hey Johnny...hows the nose?
Johnny Storm: Doing fine...listen...You got a match next Wendsday at Insurrection!
Sebastian Bock: What? Against who.....I was'nt notified...
Johnny Storm: Calm down...Calm down......The match is against Chris Damm....and it inolves both you and Cage, so you need to get with him and discuss the match. It's for the titles Bock....and I want them in our possession at the end of this show!
Sebastian Bock: Man....That is great! I'll get ahold of Cage, and we'll come up with something. Don't worry man.....Chris Damm could'nt beat me one on one...let alone with Alek fighting along with me!
Johnny Storm: I'm glad your confident Bock...but don't go overboard here. Damm is a very liable opponent, and has proved so in the past. I've faced him twice..you have'nt! So I suggest you take this very...very serious. Relay this info back to Cage...I gotta go.
Sebastian Bock: Will do. Thank's Johnny..for everything. I appreciate it. I guess I'll see you at the arena.
Johnny Storm: No problem Kid. Just win these titles for me. See you there.
**Storm places the phone on the hook, and turns back to Griff, leaning against the counter. Griff looks up at him now, as Storm seems deep in thought. Griff cocks his head to the left, and then stands himself, starting towards the opposite side of the counter. He looks at Storm a little longer, before leaning over to get an apple out of a fruit basket. The silence continues, as Storm thinks about the PPV and the weeks events. He then looks to Griff as if he had just seen a ghost. His jaw drops a little bit...and then a smile comes across his face, spanning from ear to ear. He reaches over, and pulls Griff by his shoulder closer to him..He starts to laugh now...as Griff looks on in wonder.**
Johnny Storm: I Got A Great Idea For Insurrection!
**Johnny Storm's hand is lifeless as Alisha Marcil holds it in her hand. The Ambulance carrying the two abruptly stops, and Several EMT's burst the back of the vehicle open and unload Storm. Alisha hops out and follows behind them quickly, as they roll the bed containing his body down the hall way. Storm's eyes shoot open, as he looks around...he feels light headed, and does'nt remember everything that happened. He knows however the left side of his face was sore as hell. He could'nt get over the pain, it was unbearable...he was'nt sure if he even had all of his teeth...and was'nt able to open his mouth to ask. It was'nt long before he could do anything in objection, that his hand was torn from Alisha's hand, and Storm was rushed into a room where she could not follow. The doctor was an odd looking man...or was that his vision. That he could not tell. He started to rise up..but was restrained by two nurses. His eyes shut as a throbbing pain came over the left side of his face. Soon enough he did'nt feel anything...he did'nt remember anything. The IV plunged into his arm, as he breathed in the fumes that would put him to sleep. This was the only way to subdue him the doctor thought. The only way to keep him down for the surgeory they were going to have to do. His face had been reportedly been placed in the bend of a ladder....and then haveing it being slammed down onto him. What kind of men were these GWA barbarians...to do this to another human being. Yet if the good doctor had only known what Johnny Storm had done to Chris Damm's arm, then he may have had mixed feelings on the subject. As they load Johnny into the Cat Scan Machine, they review his head for concussions along with his facial area.**
(Translated from Itallian)Doctor Dramunde': Hmmmm...(looking to the nurse, and pointing to the screen containing Storms skull structure.) Look at this..there is a Hairline Fracture right down the center of his Cheek Bone. The muscle is bruised all the way to his jaw however, causing him a lack of moveability...he will gain this back probably by the end of the night. His nose has been compressed however...hmm....we will have to surgically restructure the bone back to it's original shape.....Jesus...look at this! The man has several battered bones, and reportedly had several severe shocks to the head....and he does'nt have a concussion. That means we can go into surgeory right away. Oh yes..and Miss Drulant....have a copy of thta match waiting on my desk as soon as we come out of it.
**Storm does'nt feel a thing. He does'nt hear a thing said. He does'nt know what is happening to his body, and that his nose is being cut open, and reconstructed from the inside. Lucky for him, he is resting well for the first time in several days. This is his chance to relax..his time for peace.**
2 HOURS LATER SANT' TORINTOS HOSPITAL ROME, ITALY
**Storm's eyes flutter open slowly...his vision off...but soon it focuses in on Alisha Marcil's face. He smiles at her sleeping in a chair right by his side. He trys to sit up, but falls back to his bed which jerks at some wires hanging into his wrists. He looks down at the IV unit leading to a Heart Monitor over his head, and a stream of some liquid substance being sent into his arm through the IV. His eyes move from side to side inside the tiny room. He attempts to scoot up in his bed rather than fully sit up. The rustleing sound awakens Alisha with a startle. She stands as if in panic at his movement, asking questions of more comfort...food...anything Storm needed. Storm out held his hand, and he found it hard to speak...but did so non the less.**
Johnny Storm: Calm down...Calm down! I'm fine.....I'm.....What's wrong with my face?
**As soon as the words escape his lips he is brought back to the PPV Main Event....in the final moments.**
Chris Damm slowly gets to his feet, keeping the broken arm close to his body, as he starts towards Storm. He reaches up with his good hand, and leans again the ladder causing it's legs to fold up, and push Storm over, who was half way up. Storm lands hard with a thud, and the fans cheer Damm as he picks up the chair with his one good hand. He stumbles over to Storm, and drops the chair to take hold of the ladder. He pulls storm with his good hand into a position he finds suitable. Storm seemingly unconscious does'nt feel his face being set inside the ladder. He does however feel the steel chair that Chris Damm brings down one armed onto Storm's lifeless body. Another blood curdling scream rings out...this time Johnny Storm the recepient. Storm slides out of the contraption, and holds the left side of his face.
**Storms eyes advert back to the present, as he attempts a smile that screams through out the left side of his face.**
Johnny Storm: That Son of a Bitch!...(smiles once again despite the pain it causes)...oh well. If I recall correctly...(smirks)..His arm ought to feel real good right about now! Damn....I thought I had him this time....ahh well..what's new with you?
Alisha: (with a look of surprise) Are you not upset that you lost the match?
Johnny Storm: Well..I've found in my experience that you can't dwell upon the past. You have to focus on the future.....on the greater things in life. I never predicted my win. I just lead into what I thought would happen. Unfortunately that did'nt happen, but I did obtain a sense of victory..even though I did'nt get the ultimate prize..
Alisha:....And when was that?
Johnny Storm: (musters a sinister smile) When I broke Chris' arm...that has to be a highlight on my personal reels. So...what's the damage? When do I get out of here?
Alisha: Johnny...you were busted up pretty bad as well. According to your doctor you have a hair line fracture along your Cheek Bone. You're nose is also broken....but they performed surgeory...it appears your going to be back to normal soon.....however your wrestling might need to be left on stand still. I...I don't want to see you hurt again Johnny...I want you safe...
Johnny Storm: That's nice and dandy Alisha....and I'm glad you want me safe....but I don't have time for stand stills and possiabilities of time off. What I need you to do is go to the office, book me a flight for America. Damn it...where is the next Insurrection....(seems in thought)....LOS ANGELES! Tell them to have some of my things moved to my house in the Hills by the time I get there. Please Alisha...I have to be there.....so I can get plenty of rest, and have time to review my next plan of action...
Alisha: Johnny! You have sustained extensive damages......if you had let me finish your list of ailements! You also have two seperated ribs...You can't go anywhere...I have to...
Johnny Storm: (Cutting her off in mid sentence)...Listen Alisha....I'm glad you care for me...and that means alot to me...but I've got things to do. I have to have this done..and if you won't help me, then I'll just get ahold of someone who will!
**Alisha looks to Storm angrily at first, but her look reverts to one of sadness. Her jaw is seen setting in under her skin, and she looks deep into Johnny's eyes as if to say, "Fine..if that's the way you want to be."! She nods, and then turns to walk out the door. Storm almost says something to call her back..but stops short with the thoughts of the PPV's events. Cage & Bock showed their alliegance....and his original partner in crime..Griff Truxell was back in the GWA! Things may have not gone according to plan, but things were'nt nearly as bad as they seemed. The following weeks would be the induction to pain....a new wave of violence. Storm leans back in his bed, and flips the light off from his position. He closes his eyes, yet isn't able to sleep.**
**Steven Fury steps into the Hospital. He scowers the room with his eyes for a information desk, and finds one with a smile. The smile not really for the find...but for the fact that he was coming off of one of the most succesful nights in GWA history. The PPV was a success. All of the participants had beaten the living sh!t out of each other for the most coveted prize in the wrestling world....The Gladiator Championship. Chris Damm had fulfilled the task..and had become the Champion, but the victory had come at a cost. A broken arm...this is all Fury needed...and Johnny Storm's injuries were'nt sitting well either. Both of these men whether he wanted to admit it or not, he needed to smooth certain things out. He had great talent in others, but at this point GWA was on top..and he needed all of his stars in action to further that success. He reached the information desk by now, and these thoughts float out of his mind. He smiles to the young lady, and aks,"What room is Chris Damm in?" Several questions come after that, as the young lady directs him with a map to the room Chris is in. Fury nods in compliance & thanks, as he turns and starts towards the elevators. Chris was on a regular floor now, and just in under observation for the night...he would be able to leave by tomorrow. In time to take on his opponents scheduled for Insurrection. Good news for once..after all the crazy happenings at the PPV that were revealed. He walks calmly from the elevators onto the 3rd floor of the hospital. He starts to follow the room numbers searching for Chris' room....but he finds a door before reaching his champion's. He picks up the doctors chart hanging out of the door...and reviews the events in the past couple of hours that had occured to Johnny Storm. He placed it back into it's proper folder, and places his hand on the door knob. He turned the handle, and stepped into the doorway. He looked into a pitch black room...with a heart monitor beeping away...telling different stats and what not. The dark outline of Johnny Storm does not move...does not flutter....but there are bandages, and certain noticiable places that showed that he was with injury. Steven contemplates wakeing him..but turns to let him rest. As he starts to exit the room, he is called back in from within the darkness...**
Johnny Storm: Fury?...is that you?
Steven Fury: (Fury turns back with an annoyed look on his face, wondering why he had made this turn into Storms room. After pondering for a moment he walks over to Storms bedside.)Yeah! It's me.
Johnny Storm: (sensing some tension)...I feel like sh!t. Probably look it too...(musters a smile)..I thought we were past this hate bullsh!t...it's just buisness Steven...I don't got a beef with you, just don't agree on every decision you make..
Steven Fury: I don't hate you! It is business. What would make you think I hate you?
Johnny Storm: Well....your makeing life kind of hard Fury. Trying to get me suspended, trying to get me fired. I did'nt have anything to do with Connor's problem...but let me ask you this!(holds his hand up in question, then drops it back to his side.) When Stephanie Connor maced me in the eyes...I did'nt see her getting suspension.....nor when she got Bock. She stole a title belt for christ's sake...but I'm fitted with the blame, and your trying to punish me for it. Did you ever think maybe she got what she deserved...without the involvment of me?
Steven Fury: I'm making life tough for you? First off, Stephs little mace incidents didn't do serious physical damage to you or Cage. I blame you because you have this idea that you can get by with, not following the rules. I made the rule because she was seriously hurt by that attack. She actually died and was revivied. I can't run a business with people not able to do their job. What's the first thing you did when I banned tasors from being used? The first thing you did was try to play another one of your little one upmanship games. You had to play the spoilt rotten John Boy we all know and dislike. You had to pull another attack using an eletrical device. Sure I couldn't fire you because technically, what you used was not a tasor. Well I suspended you because of your propensity to not follow the rules. Secondly. Stephs macing you and Cage was wrong, but it was no where near the violence that was done to her. She was dragged out the door with a noose around her neck, had water poured over her and shocked with an eletrical device. She was left lying in the parking lot for dead. How can you compare the two incidents. Then instead of showing any remorse or even following my rule you skirted around the edge of it and used a cattle prod. Look in the mirror if you want to blame someone for your troubles don't look my way.
Johnny Storm: (sitting completely up now) OH...MY....GOD! What the F*ck has this shit done to you! You were once a wrestler..you know what this is like. Jesus Christ, you soaked me in water and shocked me with a God Damn car battery, you can't justify this with that crap you just sold me. What you did was great...it's the kind of things that We DO! You more than anyone should understand that! I can compare those two. I was royally screwed up after that..but I pulled through...so has Connor. Have you completely turned Politician? I mean...this isn't exactly tea and cookies..this little profession we've chosen for ourselves. Connor stepped into my world Fury...I tried my best to make it apparrant that there was a New Wave of Violence upon the horizen. She practically begged for it. Yet I did'nt even have anything to do with it. As far as Doomsday goes...that son of a bitch got what he deserved. I know you have'nt forgotten what men like you and I are! We are viscous Son's of B!tches! We will do anything to get one up over our opponents, and we will do anything to eliminate the competition. Whether it be a B!TCH! Whether it be our best F*cking friend.....We deliver..we cator to a generation of fans that want blood, who want ungodly acts of almost impossiable athleticisim! People continue to question me..they continue to act like there is nothing to come of my warnings, and probably the only way for them to realize it, is for the violence to reach out and slit their F*cking wrists! There is a New Wave brewing Fury....and it's going to go beyond some petty bitches, and worthless opponents. Look at me and Damm for example. He broke my nose, and fractured the left side of my Jaw.....I broke his arm, and he suffered extensive bruised ribs. We did what we had to do....Your the one who limited me..who restricted me. You don't want me to use electrical devices? FINE! I'll just think up some more creative ways to drop your wrestlers like flys. Fury I'm not here to be your enemy. I'm not here to target M.J. Hell I don't even care about her! She's yours, and I'm glad your happy....BUT! If she interferes in my buisness....What do you expect me to do? Turn a blind eye? You know...as well as I do...that that can't happen. I also know if I mess with her, that I mess with you. That's why I give you this chance to hear it from my mouth. I want directly go after M.J. I have no reason to. Just make sure that she does'nt give me a reason....cause I want back down, if she drags me into it! I'm to God Damn old for that. I don't put my body on the line for your company, to have someone come in and sh!t me cause their in a position of power!
Steven Fury: Throwing up my past does not excuse you. Why do you insist on doing things that you know I can't allow? Yes I was a wrestler, yes I reveled in the violence we went through everynight. Do you find it wrong for me to protect my cashcows? Should I just say hey, whatever you wanna do is fine by me. If I did that I might as well just hand you all a gun and tell you to go shot yourselves, lord knows I would have less headaches. But this fed, which I have give my blood, sweat and tears for would die. I have to set rules to protect my stars, they are there to protect you as well. It's plain to see I still love violence, only someone who loved violence as much as I, could have come up with the idea for that main event. I completely enjoyed watching you guys beat each other up.. But outside the ring I have to set linitations in some cases. I only ask that you try to follow them..
Johnny Storm: Ok...Ok. No more electrical objects. You have my word on that. Things are going to get sticky for awhile though. I've got some unfinished buisness to deal with, and I've got some new methods to administer. Oh..and since I did'nt say it while you were wrestling....Sorry about the Stun Gun. It was'nt ment for you, but I figured since I had you down, you would'nt listen to my apology at the time, so I went ahead in for the kill. I guess what I'm trying to say is this...Me and You are'nt going to see eye to eye alot of the times, and even if you don't consider this in the same way......I grow respect for men who I've bleed with...sweated with...and fought with. I even respect you Fury! I know it sounds odd, but it's true. But You know....after we get out of this buisness, we are'nt going to have much but our money & our countless championships....hopefully then we can find enough background to be friends...cause we do go back Fury. But till that day comes....(smiles in a more light hearted matter)...You will always have to watch out for what I am liable to do...Maybe even I'll surprise you a couple of times
Steven Fury: Points taken. Never know what the future holds and I respect you as well, but remember those rules are there for a reason. Don't take it as I woke up one morning, rolled over, looked at MJ, smiled and asked her " What kind of rule can I come up with today to screw Storm". You come that close to killing a wrestler of mine again, and I will have no qualms about returning the favor. I think you know I mean what I'm saying here. Because after all, it is just business and my business is hurt when I lose talent from my roster. So you can believe I will always be watching.
**Fury stands now, and looks down on Storm who leans back down into his bed. Johnny looks out the window for a few minuetes, before turning back to Fury to break the silence.**
Johnny Storm: Go tend to your champion Fury...and tell him that I said congradulations...but don't ever turn his back. I'll see you in California.
Steven Fury: So your cleared to wrestle?
Johnny Storm: Let's just say I'll be on hand to administor my services where needed...
**Fury can't help but muster a smirk from that statement, as he turns to exit the room. He starts towards the door, and turns back to say goodbye. Storm acknowledges him with a nod of his head, before he can even say the words. He steps out into the hallway, and starts down the hallway to find Chris Damm.**
SEPTEMBER 28 2000 BEVERLY HILLS, LOS ANGELES STORM ESTATE
**Johnny Storm's private jet had arrived yesterday, and he did'nt have much time to do anything but get into the bed and rest. His face still ached, and it was constituted even more by the words he and Alisha Marcil had exchanged. She finally realized what Storm had been trying to explain, and he did'nt even have to speak the words to her. His life was to focused on her, to grow involved with a woman that lived in Rome. He could have brought her with him, but that was her home. She knew it....He knew it. So they both agreed that the best thing to do, would be to have Storm go, and be rest assured that his offices in Rome would continue to prosper. Storm could'nt help but feel some sense of loss even though he knew that this was the right choice. She was a very gorgeous woman, and their one night of passion was rekindleing of everything she and he had had in the past. Things don't always work out like you plan, that much was obvious to him...but...things seemed to constantly pick up where Storm was involved. It did'nt take long, after Storm woke from sleep, to realize that he had company. Johnny pulled on a KISS T-shirt, and slipped on some comfortable looking jeans, as he went down the final step into the kitchen. There he saw a sight long since forgotten, but missed. Griff Truxell sat at the kitchen table, drinking Orange Juice, and eating a huge breakfast while smacking the young maid's ass any chance he gets. Storm smiles, as he reaches into the huge stainless steel refridgerator, and pulls out some milk. He pours it into a glass, as he exchanges glances with Griff. He puts the carton back into the fridge, and walks over to the table to sit across from Griff who now focuses on him. The two men just sit there for a few moments, before Griff finally clears his throat, and breaks the silence.**
Griff: So you feeling alright? Pretty nasty shot Damm gave you....and mine was'nt a slice a pie...
Johnny Storm: I'm fine...don't worry about it Griff...it was'nt your fault. I guess it just was'nt my time yet. Oh well, things will finally come around at Insurrection. The original partners in crime back together again! It's going to be..(pauses with a smile...) Fantastic!
Griff: You damn right! It's good to be back Storm...I've missed this life. Feels like old times almost...back when we were destroying lives, and messing with peoples lives. There's nothing quite like screwing people out of what they feel like they've earned! But I got a question for ya Storm...What's your angle? Since when did you not take credit for things like Connor's little Tasor Accident? Are you sitting here telling even me that you were'nt involved? I've known you for too God Damn long for that!
Johnny Storm: I did'nt.....well not really. You see...Cage came to me and asked me what I thought about it. I said I did'nt give a shit. Next thing I know he's almost killed someone. Oh well...that does'nt bother me...as far as I'm concerned the b!tch should have died! But..as I said it was'nt by my order. This was something he almost seemed to want to do. Who am I to tell someone they can't do something this important...(smirks..and then breaks out into a down right laugh. Griff almost falls out of his chair laughing so hard. The men slowly resume their composure, and Storm starts to say something but then bursts out laughing again...Griff completely stands up now and leans against the wall laughing. Finally the two of them calm down, and remove the tears from their eyes.)
Griff: Thanks Johnny...I needed that! So what do you have planned for Insurrection?
Johnny Storm: Well...I'm not completely sure, but I will tell you this much...we're going to explain some things...and give these people some words of warnings. Speaking of Insurrection, I have to call up Bock & Cage! They got a match for the Legion Tag Titles.
Griff: Damn! You don't waist any time do you Johnny? How in the hell did you swing that?
Johnny Storm: It's all a matter of timeing Griff. I did'nt have much to do about it...I talked to a few people in the booking commitee..and Voila! There you go!
**Storm stands to his feet, and starts towards a phone hanging from the wall, as Griff continues eating his scrambled eggs. Storm dials up the number to Bock Savings & Loan located outside of Beverly Hills...it rings, as he turns back to Griff who continues to patronize the maid. He rolls his eyes as he heres a, "hello" on the other end of the phone.**
Johnny Storm: How ya doing Olympic champ..(chuckles)
Sebastian Bock: Hey Johnny...hows the nose?
Johnny Storm: Doing fine...listen...You got a match next Wendsday at Insurrection!
Sebastian Bock: What? Against who.....I was'nt notified...
Johnny Storm: Calm down...Calm down......The match is against Chris Damm....and it inolves both you and Cage, so you need to get with him and discuss the match. It's for the titles Bock....and I want them in our possession at the end of this show!
Sebastian Bock: Man....That is great! I'll get ahold of Cage, and we'll come up with something. Don't worry man.....Chris Damm could'nt beat me one on one...let alone with Alek fighting along with me!
Johnny Storm: I'm glad your confident Bock...but don't go overboard here. Damm is a very liable opponent, and has proved so in the past. I've faced him twice..you have'nt! So I suggest you take this very...very serious. Relay this info back to Cage...I gotta go.
Sebastian Bock: Will do. Thank's Johnny..for everything. I appreciate it. I guess I'll see you at the arena.
Johnny Storm: No problem Kid. Just win these titles for me. See you there.
**Storm places the phone on the hook, and turns back to Griff, leaning against the counter. Griff looks up at him now, as Storm seems deep in thought. Griff cocks his head to the left, and then stands himself, starting towards the opposite side of the counter. He looks at Storm a little longer, before leaning over to get an apple out of a fruit basket. The silence continues, as Storm thinks about the PPV and the weeks events. He then looks to Griff as if he had just seen a ghost. His jaw drops a little bit...and then a smile comes across his face, spanning from ear to ear. He reaches over, and pulls Griff by his shoulder closer to him..He starts to laugh now...as Griff looks on in wonder.**
Johnny Storm: I Got A Great Idea For Insurrection!