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STORM ESTATE
BEVERLY HILLS, CALIFORNIA
OCTOBER 8TH, 2000
**Storm sits in a leather chair in his hidden office within his home in Beverly Hills. The Estate is not that far from Sebastian Bock's home, but the two men have not been much in a talking mood. He sits typing in a stock report for his company's progress of a takeover of a rival company in cybernetics. Storm occasionally checking the static that is placed on the GWA Television Network. Some people would ask Storm what he meant by Static. These were after all the superstars, the showstoppers, the amazing, the powerful, the beautiful, the odd, the immortal, the immune.....the great robbers of Spam Sucking Trailor Park Trash. The men who put merchandise out on the table, tempting those who can't afford it to buy it. Yet who is worse....the Superstars for trying to take advantage and make a profit, or society for being so blinded by material things. Pathetic these things were, but no matter what, Johnny Storm was among them. Gladiator Wresting Association was in charge of marketing his face, and his toys, and his shirts, so on and so on. They were makeing a descent profit off of a name that he built, but Storm did'nt mind. That was one of the prices you would pay to be the quality star that he had become, while other continued to repeat how great they were, and the static continued to grow louder & louder. Steven Fury is on the top of the list of Static Spitters. Someone who constantly has a say so in every GWA event, even though his say so just does'nt count. The threat of Storm losing his job was'nt much of a threat. Trying to push him around with bullying tactics were not intimidating him any longer. The GWA was prospering, and that was all due to certain superstars, and Storm was in that league of superstars. Steven Fury could be eliminated from the grand spectrum of everything, and these Superstars would always have another Fed that would be more than willing to pick them up...and thus the GWA would die a horriable death, and those Superstars would create another flagship federation with their presence. Sadly though, Steven Fury had found a way to cause some descension. Storm had watched Sebastian Bock's interview, and it was quite obvious that it was beyond just personal. Bock was not right in the head to say the least, and sadly enough they were pitted against each other by Fury. Sad not for Storm...what did he have to worry about. But sad that Sebastian Bock, his pupil, had been strayed by his own achievments to think that he could surpass what Storm had become. Sebastian Bock was so easily blinded by Fury, so easily taken in that it almost seemed that he did'nt even deserve the lesson he would recieve on Wendsday. Yet...perhaps the only way to bring him back to the fold would be to take him down a few noches on his egotistical ladder. He has allowed the buisness to dictate his life. He's in a point of success now, and is blinded by that success. Steven Fury has not helped to cure this blindness. He has tried to fuel the fire. He has made the match between us. A ladder match no less...and the prize the Olympic Title. Gold is Gold, and the only reason the title means anything to me is because it will bring me one step closer to Chris Damm and the Gladiator Title. Sebastian Bock is not an enemy I take lightly....Matter of Fact, I take him very serious. His ability as a Falconer is unmatched, but his folley's are in his upset victory over Damm. It's almost hilarious how he does'nt credit me at all...the man who nearly demanded the match. Who got him this shot at yet another championship. Now he would wish to throw ignorant lies into my face. Sebastian Bock did not beat Chris Damm. Sebastian Bock & Alek Cage beat Chris Damm. Yet Sebastian is taking full credit for it...his pompeous views are almost amusing..if of coarse they were'nt directed at me. It disappoints me that he is so easily goaded into this as a personal quest, rather than a buisness venture that ends after the match and the winner is named. If that's the way he want's it, then that's the way he will recieve it. Before it was buisness, now unfortunatly for Bock...it's personal!**
ROCKWOOD NAUTULIS GYM
BEVERLY HILLS, CALIFORNIA
OCTOBER 8TH, 2000
**sweat beads off of Storm's bare chest as he pushes up the 405+ lbs. in a standard bench press. A trainer at the gym stands over Storm, helping motivate him, as the weight drops back down on Storm's chest, and drives it back up for one more lift. He places it on the bar, and enhales loudly as he sits up and rubs his sore chest muscles. He being 245, declaired that he would bench doulbe his weight by the end of the year, which was slowly comeing up. With all the things on his mind, that decloration was starting to seem in vain. He started over towards the decline bench, and loads the bar down with two 45lbs. plates on each side. The bar is olympic style, and in itself weights 45lbs. So all in all there is 225lbs., and that is just a warm up. Storm gets into position, which hangs him upside down, and he lifts the bar up, and begins shutting out the first set of 10. As he hangs upside down, and the sweat from the work out rolls down into his eyes, he can barely make out the silloutte of a cameraman in the doorway of the gym. He pushes the bar up a last time, and places it back on the rack. He then sits up, and starts over towards the door, as Leon Sphinx enters showing his GWA reporters ID. The buff guy behind the counter does'nt comply with Leon taking the much smaller man by the shoulder, and pushing him out of the doorway. Storm comes over placeing his hand on the larger mans forearm, nodding to him. The Large Man takes a few steps away back behind the counter where he was stationed, and Storm leads Leon & the Cameraman out to his Jaguar. Leon examines the car, as Storm leans against the hood.**
Leon: Great Car!
Johnny Storm: Glad you like it. So how did you find me?
Leon: Your Butler told us where you were located. I hope this isn't interfering in any training time for your upcoming match!
Johnny Storm: (after smirking at Sphinx's last comment, and then turns to him) No..you have'nt interrupted. I suppose that I will however have to fire that Butler. Bastard never does know when to keep his mouth shut!
Leon: I would'nt blame him completely Mr. Storm. I can be persuasive when needed to be....
Johnny Storm: (smirking once again) Not on your sallery!
Leon: Well!(seeming offended, but then remembering he wants an interview, his attitude quickly changes) Of coarse you are right.......so...I was wondering if I could get a few words from you?
Johnny Storm: Well actually You've already gotten a few words from me already, but I'm sure their not the ones you wanted....so yes....I'll boost your career and give you another award winning interview with the most prestiges superstar in the GWA! Ask you first question, but ask it wisely, cause I don't feel like knocking your teeth through you face.....could get blood on the leather seats!(points to the jaguar's leather seats)
Leon: Yes sir, well......I suppose the first question is did you get a chance to review Mr. Bock's comments to you. For someone who was once your friend, it appears that he is takeing this to a personal level. I did'nt think that's what you wanted?
Johnny Storm: Well sadly Mr. Bock is easily swayed when it comes to certain aspects. Steven Fury set this match up in an attempt to possiably break this faction I've put together up before they actually take full flight. I can see this, but my supposed clone as Chris Damm puts it is not quite as intelligent. He wants to turn this into something personal.......so..that's fine, if that's what he wants, then that's what he will recieve. He wants me to enter his mind....I will do so gladly, and there I will tear him down mentally the same way I'm going to tear his body down on Wendsday. He spouts on and on about how his world is supposed to be so terrifying...well to put it frankly, everyone has demons. I've faced mine, and even though things turned out differently than I had hoped, I can't help but feel that I did vanquish them in one way or another. I Reckognized and took care of the problem. Mr. Bock simply decides to try and use that as some sort of pathetic ploy to drive me into fright. He should know better than anyone that I fear no one. To be honest, his referals to the bible, reminds me of what his promos sound like. The babbolonian people had much in common with young sebastian...He babbles on just as they did about events they have no control over, or any idea of. One word can actually sum up a Sebastian Bock promo....and that's "amuseing". Pure and simple....but since Mr. Bock does'nt see me as his teacher any longer, since Sebastian is pompous enough to think I have nothing to do with his current status as a champion...well perhaps I should teach Mr. Bock one final lesson. Please, hop in Leon, We will conduct the rest of this interview at my home. It involves a bit of magic....do you like magic?
Leon: Magic? What kind of magic? What are you talking about?(asking these as he climbs into the passengers seat of the Jaguar)
Johnny Storm: You know.....the kind of magic that Bock believes in...the kind where he makes himself a God in his own mind.....it will be fun Leon, I assure you. It should shed a light on the darkness that envelopes young Sebastians Soul as he puts it!
**Storm drops the Jaguar's 305 V-8 engine into reverse, as he screeches out into Beverly Hills traffic, and surprisingly enough in 15 minuetes he has made it to his estate without being caught by a State Trooper! He pulls in recklessly, and Leon's face has turned green due to the craziness that Storm displays as he drives down the road. Finally out of the car, and back on solid ground, Leon & The Cameraman follow Storm through his beautiful & huge house, all the way to the kitchen. Storm then turns back to Leon with a cocky smile, and delivers one to the camera as well. He then pulls out a cauldron to which Leon's eyes open up largely. He then pulls out a chef's hat and places it on his head. He smiles to Leon who looks on in wonder as he pulls out several ingridiants from in under the counter. Nothing really out of the ordinary. The final thing to come from in under the counter however sends a chill up Leon's back. A Demonic Bible, the same one that Sebastian Bock had used in his interview. Storm sets it to the side, and opens it up. As Leon reviews it, he looks up as if in surprise. The camera zooms in, and even though it says Demonic Bible, it appears to be some sort of cook book. Storm then smiles, as he rips the pentagram cover to reveal a simple silver book, with blue letters that read "Mr. Fantastic's Cook Book" Storm smiles at Leon, and flips through the pages.**
Johnny Storm: You did'nt believe that I would bring that garbage out for real did you Leon? I mean, only one moron would try that, and lets face it...he's not much of a clone, cause he sure as hell ain't fantastic. Now...lets see what's on the agenda for this delacacy here!
**Storm points to the page he has stopped on, and Leon leans over the counter to look at it. He then suddenly becomes red in the face, and blurts out in a loud laughter. Storm not being able to contain himself, holds the page up for the cameraman. There is a picture of Sebastian Bock there, and the title of the dish is, "How to make a Falconer Champion" The Cameraman can be heard chuckling, as Storm holds his hand up for silence.**
Johnny Storm: Alright I need complete silence for this magic spell. It's going to require much concentration.....I mean it's not every day I can just conjur up a Sebastian Bock from my cook book. Well...actually...yeah I can, but let's face it...who would want that!
**Storm, Leon, & The Cameraman burst out in laughter, and then Storm gets a very serious face, and calls for silence to which Leon hushes. Storm begins pouring different ingridients into the cauldron, and soon it begins to bubble...not supernatrually..but because the stove is on high. Storm then stands back motioning for Leon to step back. He then holds a small capsul not seen before over the pot. The Cameraman & Leon watch on as Storm drops it in, and then jumps away from the stove. As soon as the capsul hits the bubbling substance it explodes into smoke filling the kitchen to the point of no visiability. Leon coughs and feels around the room. Storm grabs him by the arm, and leads him & the cameraman out of the kitchen and into the hallway. He then smiles at Leon, and points to the library!**
Johnny Storm: It was a success. Unfortunately Sebastian is just a little hungry..he's almost paper thin, he's waiting in the den. Let's go introduce the Champion I MADE, to the world.
**Leon looks at Storm in disbelief that Sebastian was actually in the other room. Storm leads both men towards the den, and opens the double sliding doors open, revealing on the other end of the room a life sixe poster of Sebastian Bock haning on a wall. Leon bursts out in laughter as does the cameraman, as Storm smirks trying to keep his composure. He points to the poster, and looks to the camera.**
Johnny Storm: Like I said, He's paper thin! So what do you think Sebastian? Up for an Interview?
**Leon falls over almost in tears, as the camera just trys to maintain a certain amount of stillness to catch all of the scene, but is laughing as well. Storm then smiles, and holds his hand over his ear in a cup type position as if to hear something someone else could'nt.**
Johnny Storm: Well....I guess he's not real talkative yet, we'll get to that lesson later on in his career...I mean he has just been born, He's got to feel like he's been...Hung Up....to dry!
**At the words "hung up" The three men break down in laughter once again. Storm finally regains his composure, and starts towards the poster. Leon's laughter stops, as he follows on in curiousity to see where this was going. The Cameraman gets into a position to see both Storm & the poster.**
Johnny Storm: You see Sebastian, you can ramble on and on about how you are the better, the greatest, the god, Natures Candy, Lifes Only True Perfection, Professional Profectionist.....but the truth is this, you are nothing more than another pathetic excuse of a wrestler who I mad famous! YOU can continue this crusade of demons & Hell, evil dripping from your toungue, power with in you that you never knew existed, cause that's all great and good....but I'm afraid my dear boy..that the GIMMIC has been done before by men who had much more talent than you. With a little soap and water, and a little investments, I worked my way right into your soul, I caused these thoughts of greatness to occur. Before you just screamed about it in your promos to play head games. I'm the one who hand built you to the point you actually believe the ramblings that you spoke. You see Sebastian You are a very talented wrestler, but you are deffinently not Fantastic! To put it in terms your uneducated kind can understand.......(Storm holds his hand to the floor) Here is Heavy Artillary, (holds his hand up to mid waist) Here is the guys like Sonny Miavia Devine....(holds his hand up around eye level) here is You.......But if you ever want to climb to my level of greatness, then you need to climb into a rocket ship, shoot off to outter space go out past Mars, Take a right past Heaven, and when you reach the Pearly Gates.....You keep on going son cause I'm even farther than that when it comes to outranking you! I was kicking the shit out of no talent jobbers when you still had your mama's tit in your mouth! As far as anyone in this federation is concerned, without me you are nothing without me. Remember when you were asking me what kind moves you shoud do...remember when you always tried to figure out what you could do to get the drop on people? Remember when you were worried about OutLaw, and you can cry about this statement as much as you want..but everyone knows it's the truth! When you were worried about a former SWA Champion, who did you ask to give you an edge. You won did'nt you Bock, cause you took what I gave you...and thats simple experience. Something that you will never know after this match, cause you won't ever be the same after me. I'm not here to scare you you little cocky bastard. I don't want you to be scared, and I want you to understimate this old man as you put it.....cause as soon as you step into that ring with me, you will be elevated to the highest level that you have ever known. Matter of fact Bock, you will be so God Damn high that you will probably get a f*cking nose bleed! The deal about you is that your cocky....perhaps I filled that pee brain with a little to much confidance so that you would'nt even see what your talking about. This outer skin, this supposed perfection is what I've given you..it represents your confidance, the confidance I gave you...the confidance that I put into your thick skull. Your confidance has put you so high upon yourslef, that you honestly can't understand what's going on around you. So I think you need to listen up closely, cause you are'nt getting what I'm trying to say....then let me go to what you really are made up.......Let me take away one aspect that I added to you....Let me shred away just one layer of Sebastian Bock!
**Storm reaches up for the poster of bock, and rips it right down the middle, revealing another poster behind it.**
Johnny Storm: You see Bock...Your body is so delicate without me to support you. Without me to hold your head above water....above your own ego. You see I'm hated by nearly everyone in this fed because I am the single most powerfull entity in this Federation. They need someone to battle...someone to hate. Whether they be Heel or Face, it matters little cause they can't get as bad as me, and that tends to piss them off. I think that's what has happened to you Mr. Bock! I'm not to impressed with your mentality as of late, so let's review your structure, the Structure That I Built! You see Bock, when you look upon this diagram there are several muscles through out the body that serve several different purposes. Some of them you can actually live wihtout, and some of them you need. You see Bock I'm your strongest muscle...I'm your strongest motivation...I'm your strongest player in a field of wannabe's! So when I take away that strength, you are dropped right back down to the bottom of the barrel of telent where I found you! You see this is the point I try to make for you Bock, I really wanted to avoid embarrasing you, and just giving you healthy competition inside the ring.....but you took it personal. You took it to this level, and now I exceed you, because no matter how much you talk...no matter how much your jaw flaps back and forth with your lips...You Will...and always will be a worthless BITCH without me to back you! Even in the buisness world, you have multi-million dollar buisnesses, and I carry multi-Billion dollar transactions! There is no limit to where I'll dare to tread, and there is no person upon this earth that can keep me down. Fight Me, Beat me, Kick me, Kill me...but as soon as you think I'm gone and forgotten that's when my rotting corpse comes up from the grave to get you one last time! The reason being...Cause I F*cking Can! You don't have those options anymore Bock! If I beat you, then you are converted completely...and you will finally realize what I'm saying is true! If you beat me...I can take the loss wtih grace, and Still be in the Main Event just off my Mother F*cking name! I sell tickets cause people enjoy me kicking the shit out of people, and me getting my ass kicked! That thought illuded you did'nt it......the fact that no matter what you do, without me you are nothing....a talentless twirp that does'nt deserve what I've given him! So if I flay your skin, and lay you open for the world to see....they will see the muscle that I gave you! The strength I posses to give! I am your best friend, and on Wendsday you will see why you never want me as your worst enemy! So lets see what happens if a rip the muscle tissue right from your pathetic carcass....what do you have if I leave you without my strength to get you by!
**Storm reaches up for the poster of the muscular system, and rips it down the middle just like he did before with the Bock poster. Storm then holds his hands out as if he had created something like a mad scientist.**
Johnny Storm: What do you know Bock! Just another shell...and this time we're getting closer and closer to the heart, litteraly, of the matter! With out my strength, you will find that your bones become very brittle, weak against pressure, sadly enough they begin to snap! Much like you have snapped in the past couple of weeks. Obviously you are not right in the head, and I believe that you need to be perscribed a few more pills to realize who you are messing with! With out me you shrivel, your size is reduced beyond anything that even matters. You continue shrinking untill you finally just lose yourself....and you actually don't even matter any more, cause you are'nt seen as a serious threat. Soon enough you are'nt even seen at all! Whiped out of this existance just because you we're to stubborn to realize the truth. I motivate your actions Bock, I am the one who keeps you from being cruscified by these wrestlers that have real talent! You see your a method of a trick. A trick that I instigated upon you, to make you think you were talented! WIthout my interjections, you would have been placed on that boat that went out to sea, and everyone aboard got fired! So far your skin has been taken away, this false sense of actual greatness is gone. Now your muscles, your strength personified through me has been removed from your sleek little frame! Now...Now we're getting down to the gritty, bitter, TRUTH! When I enter that ring, these bones that are weakend without my presence will easily break, and I will be the one breaking them. Funny how much work I've put in you, and I don't even fill all that bad about haveing to destroy you! The thing that amuses me most about your latest little interview, is the fact that you've continued to say you don't fear me so many times, that it's obvious that your laying in a cold sweat in the middle of the night hopeing not to drown in your own piss! I can't say that You know it, and I know it....cause the sad thing is you don't know it, your blind....completely! I think it's wrong of us to fight....not because you have any chance winning, but because you are so overmatched! It's saddening to think about! Your so outclassed that your not even takeing it seriously! So as you delusionally walk to the ring thinking that your an equal superstar to me, I will dismantle your body just as easily as I tore these posters from the wall. Right down the middle Bock...that's how I'm going to walk...right down the middle, and...if you're there to meet me...then I'll just walk right through you too!
Now it's time to drop the final things I've given you.....your back bone. It's obvious without me on your side You would'nt have the guts to stand up to Trace VanReardon or Chris Damm for that matter! Without me you would be constantly in a butterfly effect of stuttering words & Pukeing tendancies! So I take these bones from you Bock...I dismantle the final thing that I gave you, and we get down to the actual one original quality that you contribute to this career that I've made for you!
**Storm reaches up to take hold of the poster, and as he rips it down, there is revealed the final thing representing Bock taped to the wall.**
Johnny Storm: Now I know everyone must be confused! But this is Sebastian Bock's Soul!
**Storm takes the Alka-Seltzer box in his hand, and rips through the exterior violently, and pulls out one of the single packs. He drops the rest to the floor as if in a symbolic manner, and then turns back to the camera.**
Johnny Storm: This Sebastian, is your soul. Just like an Alka-Seltzer you somewhat soothe the pain of what I'm going to have to do to you on Wendsday. You are my friend, but this represents your soul...your brain...your mouth has been constantly running since I popped you in the mouth last week. You see this soothes me. This lets me know that your alive. This lets me know that your not a complete clone....a complete product of myself. Cause I would never have taught you to talk as much shit that you have been spitting towards me. The one that has so far given you every signal of actual talent! BUT just like everything else Bock, you must have direction. Without it...(starts towards the bar, and steps behind it) you simply have nothing to hold you in. This one original thing is merely nothing without what I give you.......Confidance through your skin........Strength through your muscles........a vessel through your bones! Finally once it's all gone, your nothing more than what you started out as, and that's a nothing. A nobody important. So let me leave you with some closeing thoughts Bock....without me there to give you everything, you are simple enough to dissolve (drops the two ant-acids into a cup of water that had already been filled. The two discs of medicine cause bubbles to float up around the water, and Storm's smirks to the camera as soon there is no more alka-seltzer, and nothing but water.) and once you are dissolved....you.....much like your career.....can easily be poured down the drain...(Storm pours the water in the sink, and it swirls untill being completely gone, he then looks back to Leon) I think you get the message Bock, so why don't you just except your fate, and realize the TRUTH! Denial is a sad state of even worse failure than if you lose the match, so just excpet what you can't change...what you can't do any thing about. Please Bock....don't make me pour you down the drain...
**Storm calmly smiles, and exits the room. Leon looks to the Cameraman with wary eyes, and then looks down at the posters torn across the floor. The two men shake their heads in disbelief, and exit the scene as well.**
BEVERLY HILLS, CALIFORNIA
OCTOBER 8TH, 2000
**Storm sits in a leather chair in his hidden office within his home in Beverly Hills. The Estate is not that far from Sebastian Bock's home, but the two men have not been much in a talking mood. He sits typing in a stock report for his company's progress of a takeover of a rival company in cybernetics. Storm occasionally checking the static that is placed on the GWA Television Network. Some people would ask Storm what he meant by Static. These were after all the superstars, the showstoppers, the amazing, the powerful, the beautiful, the odd, the immortal, the immune.....the great robbers of Spam Sucking Trailor Park Trash. The men who put merchandise out on the table, tempting those who can't afford it to buy it. Yet who is worse....the Superstars for trying to take advantage and make a profit, or society for being so blinded by material things. Pathetic these things were, but no matter what, Johnny Storm was among them. Gladiator Wresting Association was in charge of marketing his face, and his toys, and his shirts, so on and so on. They were makeing a descent profit off of a name that he built, but Storm did'nt mind. That was one of the prices you would pay to be the quality star that he had become, while other continued to repeat how great they were, and the static continued to grow louder & louder. Steven Fury is on the top of the list of Static Spitters. Someone who constantly has a say so in every GWA event, even though his say so just does'nt count. The threat of Storm losing his job was'nt much of a threat. Trying to push him around with bullying tactics were not intimidating him any longer. The GWA was prospering, and that was all due to certain superstars, and Storm was in that league of superstars. Steven Fury could be eliminated from the grand spectrum of everything, and these Superstars would always have another Fed that would be more than willing to pick them up...and thus the GWA would die a horriable death, and those Superstars would create another flagship federation with their presence. Sadly though, Steven Fury had found a way to cause some descension. Storm had watched Sebastian Bock's interview, and it was quite obvious that it was beyond just personal. Bock was not right in the head to say the least, and sadly enough they were pitted against each other by Fury. Sad not for Storm...what did he have to worry about. But sad that Sebastian Bock, his pupil, had been strayed by his own achievments to think that he could surpass what Storm had become. Sebastian Bock was so easily blinded by Fury, so easily taken in that it almost seemed that he did'nt even deserve the lesson he would recieve on Wendsday. Yet...perhaps the only way to bring him back to the fold would be to take him down a few noches on his egotistical ladder. He has allowed the buisness to dictate his life. He's in a point of success now, and is blinded by that success. Steven Fury has not helped to cure this blindness. He has tried to fuel the fire. He has made the match between us. A ladder match no less...and the prize the Olympic Title. Gold is Gold, and the only reason the title means anything to me is because it will bring me one step closer to Chris Damm and the Gladiator Title. Sebastian Bock is not an enemy I take lightly....Matter of Fact, I take him very serious. His ability as a Falconer is unmatched, but his folley's are in his upset victory over Damm. It's almost hilarious how he does'nt credit me at all...the man who nearly demanded the match. Who got him this shot at yet another championship. Now he would wish to throw ignorant lies into my face. Sebastian Bock did not beat Chris Damm. Sebastian Bock & Alek Cage beat Chris Damm. Yet Sebastian is taking full credit for it...his pompeous views are almost amusing..if of coarse they were'nt directed at me. It disappoints me that he is so easily goaded into this as a personal quest, rather than a buisness venture that ends after the match and the winner is named. If that's the way he want's it, then that's the way he will recieve it. Before it was buisness, now unfortunatly for Bock...it's personal!**
ROCKWOOD NAUTULIS GYM
BEVERLY HILLS, CALIFORNIA
OCTOBER 8TH, 2000
**sweat beads off of Storm's bare chest as he pushes up the 405+ lbs. in a standard bench press. A trainer at the gym stands over Storm, helping motivate him, as the weight drops back down on Storm's chest, and drives it back up for one more lift. He places it on the bar, and enhales loudly as he sits up and rubs his sore chest muscles. He being 245, declaired that he would bench doulbe his weight by the end of the year, which was slowly comeing up. With all the things on his mind, that decloration was starting to seem in vain. He started over towards the decline bench, and loads the bar down with two 45lbs. plates on each side. The bar is olympic style, and in itself weights 45lbs. So all in all there is 225lbs., and that is just a warm up. Storm gets into position, which hangs him upside down, and he lifts the bar up, and begins shutting out the first set of 10. As he hangs upside down, and the sweat from the work out rolls down into his eyes, he can barely make out the silloutte of a cameraman in the doorway of the gym. He pushes the bar up a last time, and places it back on the rack. He then sits up, and starts over towards the door, as Leon Sphinx enters showing his GWA reporters ID. The buff guy behind the counter does'nt comply with Leon taking the much smaller man by the shoulder, and pushing him out of the doorway. Storm comes over placeing his hand on the larger mans forearm, nodding to him. The Large Man takes a few steps away back behind the counter where he was stationed, and Storm leads Leon & the Cameraman out to his Jaguar. Leon examines the car, as Storm leans against the hood.**
Leon: Great Car!
Johnny Storm: Glad you like it. So how did you find me?
Leon: Your Butler told us where you were located. I hope this isn't interfering in any training time for your upcoming match!
Johnny Storm: (after smirking at Sphinx's last comment, and then turns to him) No..you have'nt interrupted. I suppose that I will however have to fire that Butler. Bastard never does know when to keep his mouth shut!
Leon: I would'nt blame him completely Mr. Storm. I can be persuasive when needed to be....
Johnny Storm: (smirking once again) Not on your sallery!
Leon: Well!(seeming offended, but then remembering he wants an interview, his attitude quickly changes) Of coarse you are right.......so...I was wondering if I could get a few words from you?
Johnny Storm: Well actually You've already gotten a few words from me already, but I'm sure their not the ones you wanted....so yes....I'll boost your career and give you another award winning interview with the most prestiges superstar in the GWA! Ask you first question, but ask it wisely, cause I don't feel like knocking your teeth through you face.....could get blood on the leather seats!(points to the jaguar's leather seats)
Leon: Yes sir, well......I suppose the first question is did you get a chance to review Mr. Bock's comments to you. For someone who was once your friend, it appears that he is takeing this to a personal level. I did'nt think that's what you wanted?
Johnny Storm: Well sadly Mr. Bock is easily swayed when it comes to certain aspects. Steven Fury set this match up in an attempt to possiably break this faction I've put together up before they actually take full flight. I can see this, but my supposed clone as Chris Damm puts it is not quite as intelligent. He wants to turn this into something personal.......so..that's fine, if that's what he wants, then that's what he will recieve. He wants me to enter his mind....I will do so gladly, and there I will tear him down mentally the same way I'm going to tear his body down on Wendsday. He spouts on and on about how his world is supposed to be so terrifying...well to put it frankly, everyone has demons. I've faced mine, and even though things turned out differently than I had hoped, I can't help but feel that I did vanquish them in one way or another. I Reckognized and took care of the problem. Mr. Bock simply decides to try and use that as some sort of pathetic ploy to drive me into fright. He should know better than anyone that I fear no one. To be honest, his referals to the bible, reminds me of what his promos sound like. The babbolonian people had much in common with young sebastian...He babbles on just as they did about events they have no control over, or any idea of. One word can actually sum up a Sebastian Bock promo....and that's "amuseing". Pure and simple....but since Mr. Bock does'nt see me as his teacher any longer, since Sebastian is pompous enough to think I have nothing to do with his current status as a champion...well perhaps I should teach Mr. Bock one final lesson. Please, hop in Leon, We will conduct the rest of this interview at my home. It involves a bit of magic....do you like magic?
Leon: Magic? What kind of magic? What are you talking about?(asking these as he climbs into the passengers seat of the Jaguar)
Johnny Storm: You know.....the kind of magic that Bock believes in...the kind where he makes himself a God in his own mind.....it will be fun Leon, I assure you. It should shed a light on the darkness that envelopes young Sebastians Soul as he puts it!
**Storm drops the Jaguar's 305 V-8 engine into reverse, as he screeches out into Beverly Hills traffic, and surprisingly enough in 15 minuetes he has made it to his estate without being caught by a State Trooper! He pulls in recklessly, and Leon's face has turned green due to the craziness that Storm displays as he drives down the road. Finally out of the car, and back on solid ground, Leon & The Cameraman follow Storm through his beautiful & huge house, all the way to the kitchen. Storm then turns back to Leon with a cocky smile, and delivers one to the camera as well. He then pulls out a cauldron to which Leon's eyes open up largely. He then pulls out a chef's hat and places it on his head. He smiles to Leon who looks on in wonder as he pulls out several ingridiants from in under the counter. Nothing really out of the ordinary. The final thing to come from in under the counter however sends a chill up Leon's back. A Demonic Bible, the same one that Sebastian Bock had used in his interview. Storm sets it to the side, and opens it up. As Leon reviews it, he looks up as if in surprise. The camera zooms in, and even though it says Demonic Bible, it appears to be some sort of cook book. Storm then smiles, as he rips the pentagram cover to reveal a simple silver book, with blue letters that read "Mr. Fantastic's Cook Book" Storm smiles at Leon, and flips through the pages.**
Johnny Storm: You did'nt believe that I would bring that garbage out for real did you Leon? I mean, only one moron would try that, and lets face it...he's not much of a clone, cause he sure as hell ain't fantastic. Now...lets see what's on the agenda for this delacacy here!
**Storm points to the page he has stopped on, and Leon leans over the counter to look at it. He then suddenly becomes red in the face, and blurts out in a loud laughter. Storm not being able to contain himself, holds the page up for the cameraman. There is a picture of Sebastian Bock there, and the title of the dish is, "How to make a Falconer Champion" The Cameraman can be heard chuckling, as Storm holds his hand up for silence.**
Johnny Storm: Alright I need complete silence for this magic spell. It's going to require much concentration.....I mean it's not every day I can just conjur up a Sebastian Bock from my cook book. Well...actually...yeah I can, but let's face it...who would want that!
**Storm, Leon, & The Cameraman burst out in laughter, and then Storm gets a very serious face, and calls for silence to which Leon hushes. Storm begins pouring different ingridients into the cauldron, and soon it begins to bubble...not supernatrually..but because the stove is on high. Storm then stands back motioning for Leon to step back. He then holds a small capsul not seen before over the pot. The Cameraman & Leon watch on as Storm drops it in, and then jumps away from the stove. As soon as the capsul hits the bubbling substance it explodes into smoke filling the kitchen to the point of no visiability. Leon coughs and feels around the room. Storm grabs him by the arm, and leads him & the cameraman out of the kitchen and into the hallway. He then smiles at Leon, and points to the library!**
Johnny Storm: It was a success. Unfortunately Sebastian is just a little hungry..he's almost paper thin, he's waiting in the den. Let's go introduce the Champion I MADE, to the world.
**Leon looks at Storm in disbelief that Sebastian was actually in the other room. Storm leads both men towards the den, and opens the double sliding doors open, revealing on the other end of the room a life sixe poster of Sebastian Bock haning on a wall. Leon bursts out in laughter as does the cameraman, as Storm smirks trying to keep his composure. He points to the poster, and looks to the camera.**
Johnny Storm: Like I said, He's paper thin! So what do you think Sebastian? Up for an Interview?
**Leon falls over almost in tears, as the camera just trys to maintain a certain amount of stillness to catch all of the scene, but is laughing as well. Storm then smiles, and holds his hand over his ear in a cup type position as if to hear something someone else could'nt.**
Johnny Storm: Well....I guess he's not real talkative yet, we'll get to that lesson later on in his career...I mean he has just been born, He's got to feel like he's been...Hung Up....to dry!
**At the words "hung up" The three men break down in laughter once again. Storm finally regains his composure, and starts towards the poster. Leon's laughter stops, as he follows on in curiousity to see where this was going. The Cameraman gets into a position to see both Storm & the poster.**
Johnny Storm: You see Sebastian, you can ramble on and on about how you are the better, the greatest, the god, Natures Candy, Lifes Only True Perfection, Professional Profectionist.....but the truth is this, you are nothing more than another pathetic excuse of a wrestler who I mad famous! YOU can continue this crusade of demons & Hell, evil dripping from your toungue, power with in you that you never knew existed, cause that's all great and good....but I'm afraid my dear boy..that the GIMMIC has been done before by men who had much more talent than you. With a little soap and water, and a little investments, I worked my way right into your soul, I caused these thoughts of greatness to occur. Before you just screamed about it in your promos to play head games. I'm the one who hand built you to the point you actually believe the ramblings that you spoke. You see Sebastian You are a very talented wrestler, but you are deffinently not Fantastic! To put it in terms your uneducated kind can understand.......(Storm holds his hand to the floor) Here is Heavy Artillary, (holds his hand up to mid waist) Here is the guys like Sonny Miavia Devine....(holds his hand up around eye level) here is You.......But if you ever want to climb to my level of greatness, then you need to climb into a rocket ship, shoot off to outter space go out past Mars, Take a right past Heaven, and when you reach the Pearly Gates.....You keep on going son cause I'm even farther than that when it comes to outranking you! I was kicking the shit out of no talent jobbers when you still had your mama's tit in your mouth! As far as anyone in this federation is concerned, without me you are nothing without me. Remember when you were asking me what kind moves you shoud do...remember when you always tried to figure out what you could do to get the drop on people? Remember when you were worried about OutLaw, and you can cry about this statement as much as you want..but everyone knows it's the truth! When you were worried about a former SWA Champion, who did you ask to give you an edge. You won did'nt you Bock, cause you took what I gave you...and thats simple experience. Something that you will never know after this match, cause you won't ever be the same after me. I'm not here to scare you you little cocky bastard. I don't want you to be scared, and I want you to understimate this old man as you put it.....cause as soon as you step into that ring with me, you will be elevated to the highest level that you have ever known. Matter of fact Bock, you will be so God Damn high that you will probably get a f*cking nose bleed! The deal about you is that your cocky....perhaps I filled that pee brain with a little to much confidance so that you would'nt even see what your talking about. This outer skin, this supposed perfection is what I've given you..it represents your confidance, the confidance I gave you...the confidance that I put into your thick skull. Your confidance has put you so high upon yourslef, that you honestly can't understand what's going on around you. So I think you need to listen up closely, cause you are'nt getting what I'm trying to say....then let me go to what you really are made up.......Let me take away one aspect that I added to you....Let me shred away just one layer of Sebastian Bock!
**Storm reaches up for the poster of bock, and rips it right down the middle, revealing another poster behind it.**
Johnny Storm: You see Bock...Your body is so delicate without me to support you. Without me to hold your head above water....above your own ego. You see I'm hated by nearly everyone in this fed because I am the single most powerfull entity in this Federation. They need someone to battle...someone to hate. Whether they be Heel or Face, it matters little cause they can't get as bad as me, and that tends to piss them off. I think that's what has happened to you Mr. Bock! I'm not to impressed with your mentality as of late, so let's review your structure, the Structure That I Built! You see Bock, when you look upon this diagram there are several muscles through out the body that serve several different purposes. Some of them you can actually live wihtout, and some of them you need. You see Bock I'm your strongest muscle...I'm your strongest motivation...I'm your strongest player in a field of wannabe's! So when I take away that strength, you are dropped right back down to the bottom of the barrel of telent where I found you! You see this is the point I try to make for you Bock, I really wanted to avoid embarrasing you, and just giving you healthy competition inside the ring.....but you took it personal. You took it to this level, and now I exceed you, because no matter how much you talk...no matter how much your jaw flaps back and forth with your lips...You Will...and always will be a worthless BITCH without me to back you! Even in the buisness world, you have multi-million dollar buisnesses, and I carry multi-Billion dollar transactions! There is no limit to where I'll dare to tread, and there is no person upon this earth that can keep me down. Fight Me, Beat me, Kick me, Kill me...but as soon as you think I'm gone and forgotten that's when my rotting corpse comes up from the grave to get you one last time! The reason being...Cause I F*cking Can! You don't have those options anymore Bock! If I beat you, then you are converted completely...and you will finally realize what I'm saying is true! If you beat me...I can take the loss wtih grace, and Still be in the Main Event just off my Mother F*cking name! I sell tickets cause people enjoy me kicking the shit out of people, and me getting my ass kicked! That thought illuded you did'nt it......the fact that no matter what you do, without me you are nothing....a talentless twirp that does'nt deserve what I've given him! So if I flay your skin, and lay you open for the world to see....they will see the muscle that I gave you! The strength I posses to give! I am your best friend, and on Wendsday you will see why you never want me as your worst enemy! So lets see what happens if a rip the muscle tissue right from your pathetic carcass....what do you have if I leave you without my strength to get you by!
**Storm reaches up for the poster of the muscular system, and rips it down the middle just like he did before with the Bock poster. Storm then holds his hands out as if he had created something like a mad scientist.**
Johnny Storm: What do you know Bock! Just another shell...and this time we're getting closer and closer to the heart, litteraly, of the matter! With out my strength, you will find that your bones become very brittle, weak against pressure, sadly enough they begin to snap! Much like you have snapped in the past couple of weeks. Obviously you are not right in the head, and I believe that you need to be perscribed a few more pills to realize who you are messing with! With out me you shrivel, your size is reduced beyond anything that even matters. You continue shrinking untill you finally just lose yourself....and you actually don't even matter any more, cause you are'nt seen as a serious threat. Soon enough you are'nt even seen at all! Whiped out of this existance just because you we're to stubborn to realize the truth. I motivate your actions Bock, I am the one who keeps you from being cruscified by these wrestlers that have real talent! You see your a method of a trick. A trick that I instigated upon you, to make you think you were talented! WIthout my interjections, you would have been placed on that boat that went out to sea, and everyone aboard got fired! So far your skin has been taken away, this false sense of actual greatness is gone. Now your muscles, your strength personified through me has been removed from your sleek little frame! Now...Now we're getting down to the gritty, bitter, TRUTH! When I enter that ring, these bones that are weakend without my presence will easily break, and I will be the one breaking them. Funny how much work I've put in you, and I don't even fill all that bad about haveing to destroy you! The thing that amuses me most about your latest little interview, is the fact that you've continued to say you don't fear me so many times, that it's obvious that your laying in a cold sweat in the middle of the night hopeing not to drown in your own piss! I can't say that You know it, and I know it....cause the sad thing is you don't know it, your blind....completely! I think it's wrong of us to fight....not because you have any chance winning, but because you are so overmatched! It's saddening to think about! Your so outclassed that your not even takeing it seriously! So as you delusionally walk to the ring thinking that your an equal superstar to me, I will dismantle your body just as easily as I tore these posters from the wall. Right down the middle Bock...that's how I'm going to walk...right down the middle, and...if you're there to meet me...then I'll just walk right through you too!
Now it's time to drop the final things I've given you.....your back bone. It's obvious without me on your side You would'nt have the guts to stand up to Trace VanReardon or Chris Damm for that matter! Without me you would be constantly in a butterfly effect of stuttering words & Pukeing tendancies! So I take these bones from you Bock...I dismantle the final thing that I gave you, and we get down to the actual one original quality that you contribute to this career that I've made for you!
**Storm reaches up to take hold of the poster, and as he rips it down, there is revealed the final thing representing Bock taped to the wall.**
Johnny Storm: Now I know everyone must be confused! But this is Sebastian Bock's Soul!
**Storm takes the Alka-Seltzer box in his hand, and rips through the exterior violently, and pulls out one of the single packs. He drops the rest to the floor as if in a symbolic manner, and then turns back to the camera.**
Johnny Storm: This Sebastian, is your soul. Just like an Alka-Seltzer you somewhat soothe the pain of what I'm going to have to do to you on Wendsday. You are my friend, but this represents your soul...your brain...your mouth has been constantly running since I popped you in the mouth last week. You see this soothes me. This lets me know that your alive. This lets me know that your not a complete clone....a complete product of myself. Cause I would never have taught you to talk as much shit that you have been spitting towards me. The one that has so far given you every signal of actual talent! BUT just like everything else Bock, you must have direction. Without it...(starts towards the bar, and steps behind it) you simply have nothing to hold you in. This one original thing is merely nothing without what I give you.......Confidance through your skin........Strength through your muscles........a vessel through your bones! Finally once it's all gone, your nothing more than what you started out as, and that's a nothing. A nobody important. So let me leave you with some closeing thoughts Bock....without me there to give you everything, you are simple enough to dissolve (drops the two ant-acids into a cup of water that had already been filled. The two discs of medicine cause bubbles to float up around the water, and Storm's smirks to the camera as soon there is no more alka-seltzer, and nothing but water.) and once you are dissolved....you.....much like your career.....can easily be poured down the drain...(Storm pours the water in the sink, and it swirls untill being completely gone, he then looks back to Leon) I think you get the message Bock, so why don't you just except your fate, and realize the TRUTH! Denial is a sad state of even worse failure than if you lose the match, so just excpet what you can't change...what you can't do any thing about. Please Bock....don't make me pour you down the drain...
**Storm calmly smiles, and exits the room. Leon looks to the Cameraman with wary eyes, and then looks down at the posters torn across the floor. The two men shake their heads in disbelief, and exit the scene as well.**