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MARCH 28th, 2001
DOWNTOWN AREA
UNDERGROUND ATLANTA,GA
MURDER: 1:45a.m.
::Carol Janson is terrified, and has no earthly idea what to do. The only thing for certain..the only thought that she is sure about is....RUN! She moves with a quickness considering her smaller size, as she rounds the corner of her street. She speeds across the road causeing an on comeing car to swerve, and honk it's horn angrily. It speeds off as she reaches the front stoop of her apartment building. Tears stream down her face as she fumbles with her key to unlock the front door that allows her into the stairway leading to her floor. She drops the keys, and in a fit of fright reaches down to pick them up, and drives them into the keyhole once more. Unfortunately she drove them to hard, for now the key is broken off in the keyhole, and the door locked for the duration. She hurridley tries to buzz her neighbors, but it appears conveniently enough that no one is home. It isn't untill then, her panic calms down, and things appear to go into slow motion. She turns to see the man walk around the corner, dressed in a long dark trench coat that comes up high around his face casting a dark shadow. She hurridley pleades with the unseen neighbors as the tears burst out of her. She bangs upon the door as he comes closer and closer. She runs down the stoop, and speeds around the corner of another street. She runs into a dark ally way, and follows it all the way to the dead end. She angrily pleads with god for help...but for the time being he has none to offer. She slides down beside a dumpster gasping as air, for the tears have no overwhelmed her. Then silence. Her breath quiets, and her heart completely stops from fear of makeing a sound. Footsteps. Footsteps were comeing. They could be heard off in the distance...she had to do something...she had to try at least to get away. She hurridley climbs up and into the dumpster, and then climbs up onto the edge trying to get up and over the wall in front of her. As she does...she turns back to see him.....no facial features visiable in the darkness...only the gleam of a pearly white smile. Her heart pounds, as she struggles with all of her might to pull herself up and over. As she is almost successful in the attempt, a noise comes from behind. The sound of, CLICK. Stupidly she stops in her traks. She turns slowly to face her attacker, and in his hand is a Colt Python. The smile upon the hidden face is intact, as he steps forward into the light allowing her to see who it is. Her eyes bulge out of her head as she drops down without warning. She falls out of the dumpster, as the man smiles down ontop of her. She acts as if she tries to move, but the threat of the gun causes her to movement to cease.::
Carol Janson: Bu..But...I....But I helped you....
Man: So you did.
::Carol's eyes go blank as she reaches out to the stranger, but all she recieves is the Colt Python in her face.::
Man: Your mistake.
BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, CLICK...CLICK...CLICK....
::The man looks down at the Empty Colt Python in his black gloved hand, as smoke pours out of it's barrell. His smile is now gone, and replaced with something known as satisfaction. He drops the gun to the pavement, and he sneers at the lifeless body of Carol Janson. Her face now unreckognizable to the human eye. With all 6 shots, plus the bullett in the barrell flaying her flesh and shattering her bone right off of her face, Who could? He walks past the body as blood freely pours out onto the pavement. The man's trenchcoat swirls around him in the rest of the darkness, and he pushes past the ally, leaving it for the police to find. He walks on down to the end of the street, and slides down into the drivers seat of a beautiful 1978 Shelby Cobra. He turns the key in the ignition, and the radio flashe on as the cars engine folds over. "Sweet Dream's" by Marlyn Manson hits the 15's in the trunk, and the man's smile returns.::
Man: How appropriate.
::He pushes in the clutch, and shifts into first...pushing the pedal to the floor causeing the car to screech away from the scene.::
MARCH 27th, 2001
THE L.A. HOME OF JOHNNY STORM
LOS ANGELES, CA
AWAKE: 10:45p.m.
::Johnny Storm's eyes shoot open in panic, and his sweaty body sits straight up in his bed. He looks around, and then back to the now wet pillows from the sweat dripping down off of his body. He climbs out of bed, and grabs up his clothes from yesterday sifting through the pockets. He fumbles with the pants untill finally finding what he wanted. He uncrumples the folded up piece of paper in his hand, and finds Carol Janson's hand writing on it. His alarm clock goes off without warning, and the radio is turned on. "Sweet Dreams" by Marlyn Manson plays through the tiny speaker, and Storm startles at the sudden noise. Storm stands to his full height, and stretches his back out. He then walks over to his phone, picking it up off the reciever. He dials the number, and holds the phone up to his ear. It rings continueously but there is no answer. His mind races as to where Carol might be at this time of night. It should be 1:45 in the morning there, and she would have been home by now. Storm places the phone back on the hook, and begins paceing back and forth. For some reason he felt as if something was wrong. Matter of fact he was almost sure of it. He had arrived in LA on his Jet with Alek Cage at about 7:00 p.m. He had come straight here, and Cage had went on to Anahiem where his hotel was waiting. He was tired considering my previous night, and decided to go to bed early. Now....now there was this strange feeling that there was something wrong. In Atlanta, Georgia where he previously was.::
**What is this that could have happend? Why am I thinking these bad thoughts? What the hell do I care anyways?...but she did help me...and she was beautiful.....and she was.........Oh come on Johnny...you can lie to everyone else, but you can't lie to yourself. You and that woman for a brief moment shared a lifetime, and you...I...was almost normal.**
::Storm sits back down on the edge of his bed wondering what he was going to do about this. He could'nt just pick up and leave. There would be a Camera Crew here tomorrow, and it was time for him to go to bed. He layed back down onto his bed, and closed his eyes. Time went by, and he finally fell asleep.::
MARCH 28th, 2001
THE L.A. HOME OF JOHNNY STORM
LOS ANGELES, CA
THE INTERVIEW: 12:56p.m.
::Johnny Storm pulled his GWA shirt over top of his rock hard body. He had done well training himself back into shape since his return. He straightened his hair with a comb, and then slipped on his tight leather pants. Leon Sphinx would be here at 1 o'clock, and he wanted to be ready for the interview. The feelings from last night had passed, and he did'nt think much about it this morning. He ate his pre-made breakfast that the help had brought him, and did his morning routine with Landau, Luchman, and Lake. They were the law firm that handled most of his buisness, and a law firm in which he owned a great number of shares. He had asked them some questions, and they answered them. Easy as that. Storm hops up from his seated position just now getting his leather boots on, and looks to the time. 12:59p.m. He smiles, and starts out the door of his bedroom, and down a long hall way leading to the front enterance. He reaches for the door knob, and swings it open harshly.
Leon Sphinx's small frame falls through the doorway as he tries to knock on the door. He finds nothing but air, and finally stumbles back to his balance. He looks at Storm hatefully who smiles back with a sarcastic grin. The cameraman chuckles, and Sphinx flashes him a viscious stare, and it hushes the man. Storm welcomes the two men, and closes the door behind them, as Sphinx steps into the home to take it all in. Not many people could say that they lived quite like Johnny Storm lived. Always with the best of everything, settleing for nothing less. Sphinx makes his way down the hallway, lead by Storm. They finally end up outside by the pool area. Storm sits down, and reviews Sphinx's face. It was'nt the first time he had been to this home for an interview, but it seemed to catch their attention every time. Storm throws his feet up onto the table, clouded by a large umbrella sticking up in the middle of it. He then looks to Sphinx as if to say, "I'm Ready." Sphinx nods, and cues up the cameraman who sets up his gear.::
Leon Sphinx: Alright GWA fans, we thank you for joining us, and we are here today with "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. I must ask you Johnny...first off, what's it like to be back here in the GWA?
Mr. Fantastic: Well you know Sphinx, I feel good about it. I believe I know what your next question is going to be as well. "How do you feel about the Gladiator Title match that took place at Vendetta?" I can answer it now. I lost. End of story. I competed with two of the best, I survived two of the best. Reina Saiaki deserves all of our respect, but I question her intelligence. That's right...wipe that stupid look off your face. Reina Saiaki is retiring? Well Reina, piss on the past cause quite frankly it doesn't matter. Hell my f*cking loss doesn't even matter. I'm still here, and I'm still in the title contention.....but what I do question of Mrs. Saiaki....Is who in the hell is she to tell me who is going to be in a match to decide who get's my title. Evidently she does'nt give me the same respect that I gave her, so I question her professionalism! But who gives a shit....she's gone, and water under the Bridge. Next set of questions jack ass. We're on a deadline here.
Leon Sphinx: (Ahem) Well....I....I guess we'll just get right into the thick of your return then. The New Society: Damon Jeriko & Deacon Riggz v.s. The Methods Of Violence: Alek Cage & "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm! So what the hell is the deal? When did you and Cage become great friends, and are any of these rumor's true? The Methods Of Violence reforming with all new members? And the buzz in the back says that you are the one who asked Fury for this match to take place! Why?
Mr. Fantastic: Why? Because the New Society is nothing to me. They have a win over a friend of mine, and I noticed the odds were'nt exactly even. If you'll remind yourself Sphinx, Double teaming is what the Methods Of Violence does best! When it's the other way around...it's not all peaches and cream! So the New Society is going to learn what this is all about. Now as far as a new Methods Of Violence is concerned...you just need to concern yourself with questions you can get away with. I'm not even makeing a comment on it...cause to be honest...I don't know what's going on anymore. And Cage and I are'nt Great Friends....if you'll remember he is my employee. We just happen to get along is all. I bought his contract from Fury when he was to be fired. Remember? Worthless f*cking reporters.....ask the stupidest questions and don't even research your material.
Leon Sphinx: (Ahem, Ahem) Well then....can you go into more detail about Jeriko & Riggz?
Mr. Fantastic: You want more detail? FINE! Sit back, shut your hole, and watch me cut an amazing promo like I always do! How about we start with this New Society.....well if this New Society makes their names off of parading around in other people's gimmicks then I don't want any part of it. Everyone has to take after someone.....I mean I think I'm pretty obvious.....but do you see me out here going Whoooo, Styling and profiling...WHoooooo! I think F*cking not! If I did that, then I would be a God Damn joke! And I think I've proved that in this business...I joke about very little. Let's get down to personals. Damon Jeriko? What and who the hell is this? You spout off about being this and that when in reality you are a complete fake. Down to the clothes you wear, to the ring enterance you perform with. You have no original qualities except for your down right ugliness.....and you had no choice in that! It was God's choice! You have no idea of how deep you boy's have stepped in it. I'm comeing off of a loss in a Gladiator title match, and then the champion decides she's going to just vacate her title...and not even give me the chance to win it off of her! I'm past being PISSED OFF! I'm just down right Furious! So you have the guts....cause you surely don't have the balls.....to come out here and dare to even f*cking address me? This is the Fed that Fantastic built! I made this place famous, and you may believe that you were some sort of SWA Superstar Deacon Riggz...but if you have'nt taken a good look around this is the GWA! A place where your F*cking Tag Team Accomplishments somewhere else does'nt matter! You two people are just like everyone else in this fed. You think cause you've been good somewhere else, your going to do well here. Well I got news for you......and this goes out to all newcomers, and all people that are here that don't even know me....I don't give a damn who you think you are, cause I don't back down from anyone...let alone a list of titles that you've won in some other shit ass federation! If you were such a great assett to that federation, then why did it die? Or why did you leave? Cause you were'nt SH!T! Nothing! Nada! So far in your GWA career here...the first time and this time....I have yet to see you do a damn thing to prove you are a star.
So is that what this is all about? You two want to be stars. That's fine...step in the ring with me and I'll make you famous! I'll make you the first two people to ever have their faces litterally embedded in their asses...OH wait...MJ Francis has already found a way to do that! Nope...I don't even think I can make your ignorant unoriginal asses famous! You are pathetic! I mean come on Jeff...I mean...ahem.....Deacon! You can do better than this. The Innovator of Violence. You are questioning what methods that I use? Is that not what he said Sphinx? Well son, by the time it's over, You'll want to be a f*cking florist! Hardcore...Hardcore...that's all you stupid ignorant kids want to see! Have you ever heard of God Given talent. Fine..if that's what you want, FIne! SURVIVAL TAG TEAM MATCH! You got it.
I must admit though boys...when I heard you say that Johnny Storm was an innocent...I honestly broke down and cried. Not from sadness mind you....but from laughter. I have been called any name in under the book, but never Innocent...hahahaha!
::Johnny Storm stops for a moment, and laughs loudly at the comments of his opponents, untill finally regaining his composure, and looking back to the camera.::
Mr. Fantastic: You see guys...this is all just funny to me. I've never seen anything quite like it. I heard what you've said.....about the stories being just stories.....but I think you will find, that when you stand in front of your own f*cking destruction....that the time for Story Telling is past. And you my good fellows will just be another part of the story. Another enemy not to concern ourselves with. Alek Cage and I are not playing games anymore. The Methods of Violence for one night are comeing back together to beat the sh!t out of Edge & Jeff...Whoops....errrr...Riggz & Jeriko. My friends, you are going to find out just why I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and will soon have GWA gold, around my Fantastic waist.
But Jeriko...Riggz...You will find that I don't f*cking like you. I don't even respect you like most of my opponents. You are'nt my friends. You are'nt even my enemys. You are barely even worth my time.......but I will tell you what you are to me. You are a warm up before I face some real competition. The cold hard reality of it all is that in the end, when you wish that you could get out of this....You'll already be just like the rest.
FACE DOWN, ASS UP, AND IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!
::Storm's silence catches Sphinx by surprise, as Storm sits back in his chair in a calmer fashion. Sphins sits in awe for a few moments longer and then returns to the here and now.::
Leon Sphinx: Umm..yes...well...I have one more question.....What are your plans about the Gladiator Title situation? It was Reina Saiaki's feeling that Four competitors who are under-rated in this federation should get this chance to hold it. What do you think of it all?
Mr. Fantastic: First off....if they are so under-rated in this federation.....It's for a reason. Second off......What do I plan to do about the Gladiator Championship? I plan to do what I've always planed to do Sphinx......Win It!
::Sphinx nods, and then cuts the camera with a motion of his hand. The cameraman turns it off, and Storm stands to his feet showing them to the direction of the exit. He falls back down in the lounge chair, and thinks about the things said. The Gladiator Title was on the line between four men that he was'nt even apart of.::
**How could all of this have happened? But for now....Damon Jeriko & Deacon Riggz are going to realize that they are nothing but stress relievers. Cage and I step in the ring, and I beat all my stress out on them. What a way of looking at things. Where did all this go to hell in a hand basket? I was kidnapped in the prime of my career, and everything was going my way. I finally make my return and I end up at the end of a very short f*cking rope. Even Fury is different. I kind of like Nikki Silver though. He and I could grow to become friends if we ever got into a conversation. We have a lot in common. MJ Francis Jokes, Fury Jokes, and power players. It's all good though. Despite what I say, me and Fury both know where we stand with each other. It's all just buisness. The one thing that I do know for sure is that Shelly English is one gorgeous young lady......to bad she's Fury's pal and not mine. So what do I do now? Do I just wait and train for the upcomeing match.....Ha! Do I even need to train for the upcomeing match? Nah, I think I'll just show up and prove my point. Which is that I am the Lord of the Dance, and I'm not talking that River Shit Neither. Alright Johnny....You're spitting your own catch phrases at yourself...hehehe. Hmmmm.....Maybe I should try and call Carol again. Why am I even interested in her? We are two different people from two different worlds? What is wrong with me....when did I stop being heartless, and actually start feeling for people. Oh well..thoughts for another time....I think I'll take a dip in the pool.**
::Storm gets to his feet lazily, and pulls his clothes off down to trunks that he had on in under his interview clothes. He dives into the pool without a worry in the world. He allows it all to just settle in his brain, so that he can relax. Would he relax if he knew what awaited him in the shadows? Would he relax knowing what was going on with Carol Janson? Would he relax if he knew who it was who did these horriable things? I don't know People......I'm just the NARRARATOR!!!!
::
MARCH 28th, 2001
ANTLANTA NATIONAL AIRPORT
ATLANTA, GA
DROWNING: 12:56p.m.
::The man walks past the metal detectors with a smirk on his face. The beeper does'nt ever go off, as he strolls through the line. He picks up his bag as it passes by him on the conveyor belt, and then heads towards his airline booth. When he steps up to the woman behind the counter, she does'nt see him at first. When she finally turns to face him, her face lights up at his handsome features. He smiles himself, and she nearly melts right there in front of him. She forgets all her protocal, as she grins stupidly at him twirling a curl of her hair.::
Man: I need a ticket.
Receptionist: uh-huh.
::The man looks at the young woman with another smile, and her expression goes to one of longing. He then rolls his eyes, and puts his hand out in front of her.::
Man: Hello!?! I need a ticket!
::Her eyes react instantly as if a light has been turned on, and she snaps out of her trance. She looks away from him, the color of red rushing to her cheeks.::
Receptionist: Uh...Um...Yes sir. What kind of ticket, and where to?
Man: I would like a First Class ticket on the next available flight to Los Angeles, California. One way ticket please. I won't need to return to Atlanta for a long time now.
::She sighs at the statement that he won't be passing back through her line, as her fingers begin delicately strokeing the keys of her computer. She types up all the information she needs to get, and then starts a print out.::
Receptionist: So how will you be able to pay sir? We have a flight leaving in about two hours? Will that suffice?
Man: Yes that will do. I'll be paying in cash.
Receptionist: Listen sir, I know I should'nt do this....but are you.....
Man: (cutting her off in mid sentence) NO! We just.......Look alike is all. I get that alot around here.
Receptionist: Oh...ok. Man it's almost uncanny! Wow...I bet you get asked all the time!
Man: Yes dear, I do. Now thank you, and good day.
::The man lays the amount of the ticket onto the counter, and takes the ticket walking away from the woman. His smile that he had delivered to her, fades as he turns away from her. A scowol comes over his face, and he power walks to the terminal where his plane is set to depart. He sits down in a seat next to an older woman in the lobby, and reads her paper over her shoulder as he waits for his plane to depart.::
THE END
NOT F*CKING LIKELY!
DOWNTOWN AREA
UNDERGROUND ATLANTA,GA
MURDER: 1:45a.m.
::Carol Janson is terrified, and has no earthly idea what to do. The only thing for certain..the only thought that she is sure about is....RUN! She moves with a quickness considering her smaller size, as she rounds the corner of her street. She speeds across the road causeing an on comeing car to swerve, and honk it's horn angrily. It speeds off as she reaches the front stoop of her apartment building. Tears stream down her face as she fumbles with her key to unlock the front door that allows her into the stairway leading to her floor. She drops the keys, and in a fit of fright reaches down to pick them up, and drives them into the keyhole once more. Unfortunately she drove them to hard, for now the key is broken off in the keyhole, and the door locked for the duration. She hurridley tries to buzz her neighbors, but it appears conveniently enough that no one is home. It isn't untill then, her panic calms down, and things appear to go into slow motion. She turns to see the man walk around the corner, dressed in a long dark trench coat that comes up high around his face casting a dark shadow. She hurridley pleades with the unseen neighbors as the tears burst out of her. She bangs upon the door as he comes closer and closer. She runs down the stoop, and speeds around the corner of another street. She runs into a dark ally way, and follows it all the way to the dead end. She angrily pleads with god for help...but for the time being he has none to offer. She slides down beside a dumpster gasping as air, for the tears have no overwhelmed her. Then silence. Her breath quiets, and her heart completely stops from fear of makeing a sound. Footsteps. Footsteps were comeing. They could be heard off in the distance...she had to do something...she had to try at least to get away. She hurridley climbs up and into the dumpster, and then climbs up onto the edge trying to get up and over the wall in front of her. As she does...she turns back to see him.....no facial features visiable in the darkness...only the gleam of a pearly white smile. Her heart pounds, as she struggles with all of her might to pull herself up and over. As she is almost successful in the attempt, a noise comes from behind. The sound of, CLICK. Stupidly she stops in her traks. She turns slowly to face her attacker, and in his hand is a Colt Python. The smile upon the hidden face is intact, as he steps forward into the light allowing her to see who it is. Her eyes bulge out of her head as she drops down without warning. She falls out of the dumpster, as the man smiles down ontop of her. She acts as if she tries to move, but the threat of the gun causes her to movement to cease.::
Carol Janson: Bu..But...I....But I helped you....
Man: So you did.
::Carol's eyes go blank as she reaches out to the stranger, but all she recieves is the Colt Python in her face.::
Man: Your mistake.
BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, CLICK...CLICK...CLICK....
::The man looks down at the Empty Colt Python in his black gloved hand, as smoke pours out of it's barrell. His smile is now gone, and replaced with something known as satisfaction. He drops the gun to the pavement, and he sneers at the lifeless body of Carol Janson. Her face now unreckognizable to the human eye. With all 6 shots, plus the bullett in the barrell flaying her flesh and shattering her bone right off of her face, Who could? He walks past the body as blood freely pours out onto the pavement. The man's trenchcoat swirls around him in the rest of the darkness, and he pushes past the ally, leaving it for the police to find. He walks on down to the end of the street, and slides down into the drivers seat of a beautiful 1978 Shelby Cobra. He turns the key in the ignition, and the radio flashe on as the cars engine folds over. "Sweet Dream's" by Marlyn Manson hits the 15's in the trunk, and the man's smile returns.::
Man: How appropriate.
::He pushes in the clutch, and shifts into first...pushing the pedal to the floor causeing the car to screech away from the scene.::
MARCH 27th, 2001
THE L.A. HOME OF JOHNNY STORM
LOS ANGELES, CA
AWAKE: 10:45p.m.
::Johnny Storm's eyes shoot open in panic, and his sweaty body sits straight up in his bed. He looks around, and then back to the now wet pillows from the sweat dripping down off of his body. He climbs out of bed, and grabs up his clothes from yesterday sifting through the pockets. He fumbles with the pants untill finally finding what he wanted. He uncrumples the folded up piece of paper in his hand, and finds Carol Janson's hand writing on it. His alarm clock goes off without warning, and the radio is turned on. "Sweet Dreams" by Marlyn Manson plays through the tiny speaker, and Storm startles at the sudden noise. Storm stands to his full height, and stretches his back out. He then walks over to his phone, picking it up off the reciever. He dials the number, and holds the phone up to his ear. It rings continueously but there is no answer. His mind races as to where Carol might be at this time of night. It should be 1:45 in the morning there, and she would have been home by now. Storm places the phone back on the hook, and begins paceing back and forth. For some reason he felt as if something was wrong. Matter of fact he was almost sure of it. He had arrived in LA on his Jet with Alek Cage at about 7:00 p.m. He had come straight here, and Cage had went on to Anahiem where his hotel was waiting. He was tired considering my previous night, and decided to go to bed early. Now....now there was this strange feeling that there was something wrong. In Atlanta, Georgia where he previously was.::
**What is this that could have happend? Why am I thinking these bad thoughts? What the hell do I care anyways?...but she did help me...and she was beautiful.....and she was.........Oh come on Johnny...you can lie to everyone else, but you can't lie to yourself. You and that woman for a brief moment shared a lifetime, and you...I...was almost normal.**
::Storm sits back down on the edge of his bed wondering what he was going to do about this. He could'nt just pick up and leave. There would be a Camera Crew here tomorrow, and it was time for him to go to bed. He layed back down onto his bed, and closed his eyes. Time went by, and he finally fell asleep.::
MARCH 28th, 2001
THE L.A. HOME OF JOHNNY STORM
LOS ANGELES, CA
THE INTERVIEW: 12:56p.m.
::Johnny Storm pulled his GWA shirt over top of his rock hard body. He had done well training himself back into shape since his return. He straightened his hair with a comb, and then slipped on his tight leather pants. Leon Sphinx would be here at 1 o'clock, and he wanted to be ready for the interview. The feelings from last night had passed, and he did'nt think much about it this morning. He ate his pre-made breakfast that the help had brought him, and did his morning routine with Landau, Luchman, and Lake. They were the law firm that handled most of his buisness, and a law firm in which he owned a great number of shares. He had asked them some questions, and they answered them. Easy as that. Storm hops up from his seated position just now getting his leather boots on, and looks to the time. 12:59p.m. He smiles, and starts out the door of his bedroom, and down a long hall way leading to the front enterance. He reaches for the door knob, and swings it open harshly.
Leon Sphinx's small frame falls through the doorway as he tries to knock on the door. He finds nothing but air, and finally stumbles back to his balance. He looks at Storm hatefully who smiles back with a sarcastic grin. The cameraman chuckles, and Sphinx flashes him a viscious stare, and it hushes the man. Storm welcomes the two men, and closes the door behind them, as Sphinx steps into the home to take it all in. Not many people could say that they lived quite like Johnny Storm lived. Always with the best of everything, settleing for nothing less. Sphinx makes his way down the hallway, lead by Storm. They finally end up outside by the pool area. Storm sits down, and reviews Sphinx's face. It was'nt the first time he had been to this home for an interview, but it seemed to catch their attention every time. Storm throws his feet up onto the table, clouded by a large umbrella sticking up in the middle of it. He then looks to Sphinx as if to say, "I'm Ready." Sphinx nods, and cues up the cameraman who sets up his gear.::
Leon Sphinx: Alright GWA fans, we thank you for joining us, and we are here today with "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. I must ask you Johnny...first off, what's it like to be back here in the GWA?
Mr. Fantastic: Well you know Sphinx, I feel good about it. I believe I know what your next question is going to be as well. "How do you feel about the Gladiator Title match that took place at Vendetta?" I can answer it now. I lost. End of story. I competed with two of the best, I survived two of the best. Reina Saiaki deserves all of our respect, but I question her intelligence. That's right...wipe that stupid look off your face. Reina Saiaki is retiring? Well Reina, piss on the past cause quite frankly it doesn't matter. Hell my f*cking loss doesn't even matter. I'm still here, and I'm still in the title contention.....but what I do question of Mrs. Saiaki....Is who in the hell is she to tell me who is going to be in a match to decide who get's my title. Evidently she does'nt give me the same respect that I gave her, so I question her professionalism! But who gives a shit....she's gone, and water under the Bridge. Next set of questions jack ass. We're on a deadline here.
Leon Sphinx: (Ahem) Well....I....I guess we'll just get right into the thick of your return then. The New Society: Damon Jeriko & Deacon Riggz v.s. The Methods Of Violence: Alek Cage & "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm! So what the hell is the deal? When did you and Cage become great friends, and are any of these rumor's true? The Methods Of Violence reforming with all new members? And the buzz in the back says that you are the one who asked Fury for this match to take place! Why?
Mr. Fantastic: Why? Because the New Society is nothing to me. They have a win over a friend of mine, and I noticed the odds were'nt exactly even. If you'll remind yourself Sphinx, Double teaming is what the Methods Of Violence does best! When it's the other way around...it's not all peaches and cream! So the New Society is going to learn what this is all about. Now as far as a new Methods Of Violence is concerned...you just need to concern yourself with questions you can get away with. I'm not even makeing a comment on it...cause to be honest...I don't know what's going on anymore. And Cage and I are'nt Great Friends....if you'll remember he is my employee. We just happen to get along is all. I bought his contract from Fury when he was to be fired. Remember? Worthless f*cking reporters.....ask the stupidest questions and don't even research your material.
Leon Sphinx: (Ahem, Ahem) Well then....can you go into more detail about Jeriko & Riggz?
Mr. Fantastic: You want more detail? FINE! Sit back, shut your hole, and watch me cut an amazing promo like I always do! How about we start with this New Society.....well if this New Society makes their names off of parading around in other people's gimmicks then I don't want any part of it. Everyone has to take after someone.....I mean I think I'm pretty obvious.....but do you see me out here going Whoooo, Styling and profiling...WHoooooo! I think F*cking not! If I did that, then I would be a God Damn joke! And I think I've proved that in this business...I joke about very little. Let's get down to personals. Damon Jeriko? What and who the hell is this? You spout off about being this and that when in reality you are a complete fake. Down to the clothes you wear, to the ring enterance you perform with. You have no original qualities except for your down right ugliness.....and you had no choice in that! It was God's choice! You have no idea of how deep you boy's have stepped in it. I'm comeing off of a loss in a Gladiator title match, and then the champion decides she's going to just vacate her title...and not even give me the chance to win it off of her! I'm past being PISSED OFF! I'm just down right Furious! So you have the guts....cause you surely don't have the balls.....to come out here and dare to even f*cking address me? This is the Fed that Fantastic built! I made this place famous, and you may believe that you were some sort of SWA Superstar Deacon Riggz...but if you have'nt taken a good look around this is the GWA! A place where your F*cking Tag Team Accomplishments somewhere else does'nt matter! You two people are just like everyone else in this fed. You think cause you've been good somewhere else, your going to do well here. Well I got news for you......and this goes out to all newcomers, and all people that are here that don't even know me....I don't give a damn who you think you are, cause I don't back down from anyone...let alone a list of titles that you've won in some other shit ass federation! If you were such a great assett to that federation, then why did it die? Or why did you leave? Cause you were'nt SH!T! Nothing! Nada! So far in your GWA career here...the first time and this time....I have yet to see you do a damn thing to prove you are a star.
So is that what this is all about? You two want to be stars. That's fine...step in the ring with me and I'll make you famous! I'll make you the first two people to ever have their faces litterally embedded in their asses...OH wait...MJ Francis has already found a way to do that! Nope...I don't even think I can make your ignorant unoriginal asses famous! You are pathetic! I mean come on Jeff...I mean...ahem.....Deacon! You can do better than this. The Innovator of Violence. You are questioning what methods that I use? Is that not what he said Sphinx? Well son, by the time it's over, You'll want to be a f*cking florist! Hardcore...Hardcore...that's all you stupid ignorant kids want to see! Have you ever heard of God Given talent. Fine..if that's what you want, FIne! SURVIVAL TAG TEAM MATCH! You got it.
I must admit though boys...when I heard you say that Johnny Storm was an innocent...I honestly broke down and cried. Not from sadness mind you....but from laughter. I have been called any name in under the book, but never Innocent...hahahaha!
::Johnny Storm stops for a moment, and laughs loudly at the comments of his opponents, untill finally regaining his composure, and looking back to the camera.::
Mr. Fantastic: You see guys...this is all just funny to me. I've never seen anything quite like it. I heard what you've said.....about the stories being just stories.....but I think you will find, that when you stand in front of your own f*cking destruction....that the time for Story Telling is past. And you my good fellows will just be another part of the story. Another enemy not to concern ourselves with. Alek Cage and I are not playing games anymore. The Methods of Violence for one night are comeing back together to beat the sh!t out of Edge & Jeff...Whoops....errrr...Riggz & Jeriko. My friends, you are going to find out just why I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and will soon have GWA gold, around my Fantastic waist.
But Jeriko...Riggz...You will find that I don't f*cking like you. I don't even respect you like most of my opponents. You are'nt my friends. You are'nt even my enemys. You are barely even worth my time.......but I will tell you what you are to me. You are a warm up before I face some real competition. The cold hard reality of it all is that in the end, when you wish that you could get out of this....You'll already be just like the rest.
FACE DOWN, ASS UP, AND IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!
::Storm's silence catches Sphinx by surprise, as Storm sits back in his chair in a calmer fashion. Sphins sits in awe for a few moments longer and then returns to the here and now.::
Leon Sphinx: Umm..yes...well...I have one more question.....What are your plans about the Gladiator Title situation? It was Reina Saiaki's feeling that Four competitors who are under-rated in this federation should get this chance to hold it. What do you think of it all?
Mr. Fantastic: First off....if they are so under-rated in this federation.....It's for a reason. Second off......What do I plan to do about the Gladiator Championship? I plan to do what I've always planed to do Sphinx......Win It!
::Sphinx nods, and then cuts the camera with a motion of his hand. The cameraman turns it off, and Storm stands to his feet showing them to the direction of the exit. He falls back down in the lounge chair, and thinks about the things said. The Gladiator Title was on the line between four men that he was'nt even apart of.::
**How could all of this have happened? But for now....Damon Jeriko & Deacon Riggz are going to realize that they are nothing but stress relievers. Cage and I step in the ring, and I beat all my stress out on them. What a way of looking at things. Where did all this go to hell in a hand basket? I was kidnapped in the prime of my career, and everything was going my way. I finally make my return and I end up at the end of a very short f*cking rope. Even Fury is different. I kind of like Nikki Silver though. He and I could grow to become friends if we ever got into a conversation. We have a lot in common. MJ Francis Jokes, Fury Jokes, and power players. It's all good though. Despite what I say, me and Fury both know where we stand with each other. It's all just buisness. The one thing that I do know for sure is that Shelly English is one gorgeous young lady......to bad she's Fury's pal and not mine. So what do I do now? Do I just wait and train for the upcomeing match.....Ha! Do I even need to train for the upcomeing match? Nah, I think I'll just show up and prove my point. Which is that I am the Lord of the Dance, and I'm not talking that River Shit Neither. Alright Johnny....You're spitting your own catch phrases at yourself...hehehe. Hmmmm.....Maybe I should try and call Carol again. Why am I even interested in her? We are two different people from two different worlds? What is wrong with me....when did I stop being heartless, and actually start feeling for people. Oh well..thoughts for another time....I think I'll take a dip in the pool.**
::Storm gets to his feet lazily, and pulls his clothes off down to trunks that he had on in under his interview clothes. He dives into the pool without a worry in the world. He allows it all to just settle in his brain, so that he can relax. Would he relax if he knew what awaited him in the shadows? Would he relax knowing what was going on with Carol Janson? Would he relax if he knew who it was who did these horriable things? I don't know People......I'm just the NARRARATOR!!!!
::MARCH 28th, 2001
ANTLANTA NATIONAL AIRPORT
ATLANTA, GA
DROWNING: 12:56p.m.
::The man walks past the metal detectors with a smirk on his face. The beeper does'nt ever go off, as he strolls through the line. He picks up his bag as it passes by him on the conveyor belt, and then heads towards his airline booth. When he steps up to the woman behind the counter, she does'nt see him at first. When she finally turns to face him, her face lights up at his handsome features. He smiles himself, and she nearly melts right there in front of him. She forgets all her protocal, as she grins stupidly at him twirling a curl of her hair.::
Man: I need a ticket.
Receptionist: uh-huh.
::The man looks at the young woman with another smile, and her expression goes to one of longing. He then rolls his eyes, and puts his hand out in front of her.::
Man: Hello!?! I need a ticket!
::Her eyes react instantly as if a light has been turned on, and she snaps out of her trance. She looks away from him, the color of red rushing to her cheeks.::
Receptionist: Uh...Um...Yes sir. What kind of ticket, and where to?
Man: I would like a First Class ticket on the next available flight to Los Angeles, California. One way ticket please. I won't need to return to Atlanta for a long time now.
::She sighs at the statement that he won't be passing back through her line, as her fingers begin delicately strokeing the keys of her computer. She types up all the information she needs to get, and then starts a print out.::
Receptionist: So how will you be able to pay sir? We have a flight leaving in about two hours? Will that suffice?
Man: Yes that will do. I'll be paying in cash.
Receptionist: Listen sir, I know I should'nt do this....but are you.....
Man: (cutting her off in mid sentence) NO! We just.......Look alike is all. I get that alot around here.
Receptionist: Oh...ok. Man it's almost uncanny! Wow...I bet you get asked all the time!
Man: Yes dear, I do. Now thank you, and good day.
::The man lays the amount of the ticket onto the counter, and takes the ticket walking away from the woman. His smile that he had delivered to her, fades as he turns away from her. A scowol comes over his face, and he power walks to the terminal where his plane is set to depart. He sits down in a seat next to an older woman in the lobby, and reads her paper over her shoulder as he waits for his plane to depart.::
THE END
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