Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 6:38:49 GMT
AUGUST 13th, 2001
TORONTO, CANADA
THE ALLIED BANK OF CANADA
HELD DOWN: 2:34p.m.
:: Johnny Storm had recieved an urgent call from Landau Luckman and Lake, a law firm in which he held major stock in. They handled all of his affairs and buisness on a general basis. He had arrived within the borders of Canada around 7:00a.m. on the 12th. He had made his way to the Marriott Hotel, and was of coarse in the Penthouse Suite. He rested the whole day, staying in, but exchanging a few words over the phone with his new friend..Steven Fury. The night had come around, and still there was no need to exit the room...so he did'nt. He just watched a little TV, and went on to his lavish bedroom for sleep. It was'nt untill around the time of the call which was August 13th, at 1:08p.m. that Johnny Storm felt the need to leave his comfortable area. Storm picked up the phone, and held it there silently as John Landau explained the unexplainable.::
RING.....RING......RING
Johnny Storm: Hello?
John Landau: um.....hello...is this Johnny Storm?
Johnny Storm: (reckognizeing the voice Storm smiles) Yeah John, it's me. So what's up? How much have you made me this time?
John Landau: Um....Johnny...are you sitting down somewhere?
Johnny Storm: Well actually...no..hold on!
::Storm steps over to the couch holding the cordless phone within his hand. He sits down, swinging his feet up onto the rest of the couch stretching out to his full extent. He then pulls the phone back up non-shalantly to his ear. He then smiles once again, and replies to his associate.::
Johnny Storm: Alright...go ahead and lay it on me.
John Landau: Well Johnny...I don't know quite how to say this..
Johnny Storm: (With a more concerned voice now that he realizes that this message isn't a pleasant one) What is it John?
John Landau: I...I...let me start from the begining. You have bank accounts set up all over the world. You even own the bank where most of your transactions are made. At the current time of 12:30 p.m. yesterday you were at a combined all time high Net Worth of 11, 020, 932, 856 Dollars.
Johnny Storm: (Some what breaking into John's comments) Then what seem's to be the problem? Spit it out?
John Landau: Last Night someone entered your bank, and fooled the cameras..the thumb scan, the retnal scan, and the skin grapht. They also fooled Gill Thompson who is over your corporate offices in Charlotte. This person wanted to ask about withdrawing a unsubstantial amount of money.....and they signed for it in your name. When we learned of this news, we were immidiately alarmed...knowing that your Gladiator Wrestling schedule was not set to come to Charlotte. Oh God Johnny...tell me you came to Charlotte....that you got side tracked!
Johnny Storm: (with a more calm state than the John on the phone) Unsubstantial amount of money? How much John?
John Landau: um...I..er...a..(in a very soft spoken voice) they..got all of it.
Johnny Storm: Hey John! I can't hear you? What did you say?
John Landau: (louder now..yet still broken)They..They got all of it.....
::Johnny Storm's mind does not register what John Landau tells him at first. He starts to open his mouth as if to laugh...as if it is a joke. But he can tell....John is serious. This is not a joke. All of it? The motor functions in his hand go numb, and the phone falls from his grip to the corner of the coffee table. It lands to the carpeted room, but Storm does not show the signs of careing. He gets up to his feet, and slowly starts to exit the room through the glass door leading to the terrace. He steps to the very edge and looks of towards where the sun is in the sky. He examines the skyline that silloutes around the afternoon sun. He then looks down to the black pavement, and the thought of instant death for a fleeting moment was satisfying. He then slowly stepped backwards from the ledge, pushing the dramatic thought out of his mind. His lip curls up into anger....his muscles tense..his body hardens, and the only thing left in his mind is a scream that escapes from his mouth. Only one thing could explain how he felt at that moment.::
I'M A FIST OF RAGE
one foot in the grave
I'M A FIST OF RAGE
so far from saved
I'M A FIST OF RAGE
in a broken state
i'm a razorblade slittin through a wrist of hate
Kid Rock
::Johnny Storm's eye's shifted back to the hear and now....his suicidal thoughts fleeting with the presence of mind. His body registers movement once again, and he starts back inside to the living room. He walks towards the phone, where John is still talking..trying to coherse Johnny back to talking to him. Storm reaches down, pulling the cordless phone into his grip..a tear rolls down his face, as he lifts it back up to his ear.::
Johnny Storm: (in a quiet voice)..how?
John Landau: It was signed out in your name....I...I don't know...
Johnny Storm: How?
John Landau: It was...I...It looked just like you...I've reviewed the tapes Johnny....it was you for all intents and purposes...
Johnny Storm: HOW!?!?
John Landau: I...I'm sorry Johnny.
Johnny Storm: Wha......What does this mean for me.....for my estate..
John Landau: Well.....The withdrawal of such an ungodly amount of money, has brought the IRS down onto us pretty hard. We are trying to come up with something....but it's not looking good.
Johnny Storm: What about the Storm Corporation? It can just build me back up can it not? It's still drawing in money isn't it?
John Landau: That is where the IRS are hitting first.....without the funds that were held above you, The company does'nt have the stability to hold itself afloat. It will either have to sold....or go bankrupt. You....You will lose the house too........both of them, plus the corporate offices in other countries as well...
::Johnny Storm lays back in the couch, his eyes wide open.....but not sure what to focus on. His eyes are misted over, and tears begin pushing out of his eye lids. He whipes them away angrily......and looks at his now wet shirt sleave. His mind drifts through the meanings of all of this. No money. No jets. No glamour. No house. No companies. No nothing. The things that you own begin to own you....and Johnny Storm was a man that owned everything...and was always in control...now....he would lose everything.
It's only when You've lost everything, that your free to do anything
Tyler Derdon, Fight Club
::John can be heard once again calling for Johnny to come back to the phone. He tries to move his hand with the phone towards his ear...but he can't get his motor function's to register the movement. He angrily jerks the phone out of his hand with the other, and brings it up to his ear.::
Johnny Storm: So what are you saying John? I'm done....NOTHING!
John Landau: The only thing that you have.....is about 250, 000 of personal money that you had entrusted to us. Along with your stocks in this company. Plus your weekly salary in the GWA. They...whiped you out Johnny.
Johnny Storm: (Through gritted teeth) Freeze my transactions....I'll speak with you later once I reach one of the local banks!
::And that brings us to the here and now. The Allied Bank of Canada, about thirty minuetes after he and John had gotten off the phone. He wears a dark suit, and he is as professional as he can be with his current state of mind. He sits with his arm's folded...in a sign of closure. The receptionist watches over him, as his eyes constantly move around the room as if he's searching for something. She stands to her feet, and pours some water into a cup. She then starts towards Storm, presenting the cup to him.::
Receptionist: Here you are sir. Maybe this will help to calm your spirits.
::Storm's eyes stop wandering the room, and zero in on the voice in front of him. HIs brief case up in his lap, with his hands embraceing it in a death grip. He reaches up takeing the water, and he nods in thanks....takeing it to his lips. The water is consumed before she can sit back down behind her desk, and she notices him place the cup on the end table next to his seat. He then resumes his death grip on the brief case, and his eyes wander again. A buzzing sound comes from her desk, and Storm's eyes shoot over to it....dead to the world through some peoples perceptions. Storm gets to his feet, as the Receptionist nods him forward...signaling that it is turn to see the chairman of the board. Storm does'nt waste any time....as he enters the door....slamming it shut. The office is a nice one.....lavished in the greatest furniture. It reminded him of some of the offices he owned. The fire-place over in the corner raged & crackled and for some reason Storm's eyes were drawn to it first. He stood in the doorway, blank expression and all...., stareing at the fire. The man behind the desk watched this......and although the suit that Johnny Storm was wearing cost more than most of the furniture in the room, you could have sworn at that moment that he was normal.::
Chairman: Mr. Storm?
::Johnny's pale complection never changes as he stares into the fire blankly.::
Chairman: Mr. Storm?!?
::Johnny's eyes advert from the fire to the man behind the desk. His eyes narrow into an evil motion of brow against eye line. Storm then rushes the desk suddenly, slamming his brief case upon the stack of papers that were originally there. Storm popped his case, opening it to an upright position. He then pulls out a cell phone, and a few papers. He then sits down in one of the leather seats behind him, and stares back at the man behind the desk.....who appears to be in a point of dismay of what to think. He had always heard Johnny Storm was a calm, cool, sweet talker when it came to buisness. Who was this man before him.::
Johnny Storm: Whipe that f*cking look off your face.......I've just lost a great sum of money...and I want to know who stole it......and I want this person dead...but not before my money is replaced to it's proper place!
Chairman: Well Mr. Storm that may be a bit difficult. Because from my reports of your situation......it was you who signed your name on the release forms, and it was your retinal and hand grapht scans that alllowed you to get away with it.
::Johnny Storm's eyes flare, and his upper lip curls up in a look of disgust. He leans forward in his seat, and slams his hands down hard against the desk, causeing the Chairman to startle::
Johnny Storm: You listen here you Mother F*cker.....I did'nt steal my own GOD DAMN MONEY!
Chairman: Well Mr. Storm......given your certain situation I don't think that I'm the man you want to be yelling or curseing at now am i?
::Storm's eyes go from blank, to enraged. Who did this son of a b!tch think he was. He was Johnny F*cking Storm, and No body.....NO BODY....would talk to him that way! Would....That was the operative word. It was'nt untill that point that Storm realized the extent of his situation. With out his 11.3 billion dollars........Johnny Storm isn't special. He is a nobody......and now this man.....this same man who would have sucked his d!ck just for his services.....was in control. Storm's face becomes humble, and he leans down in the leather seat. In a meek voice, sorm replies to the conversation.::
Johnny Storm: You are right.....forgive me. This is just a.....shock.
Chairman: I can understand that Mr. Storm....and I accept your apology.
::Storm shows a soft smile on the outside, but inside....he was halfway across the desk, chokeing the life out of this smug, arrogant, cunt! Storm retains his smile however, and he reaches for the paper that he had pulled out earlier.::
Johnny Storm: My lawyers said that the only way I can freeze my assetts is for me to get an official to sign it, and witness it. That is why I am here sir. I need you to witness this document, saying that my shares within the law firm of Landau, Luckman, and Lake will not be sold without my signature, their signatures, and your signature. Basically setting it up so that I can't get to my own money without your's and their's signatures.
Chairman: Well.......Mr. Storm to be honest with you....I don't know how wise that would be on my part........without of coarse a little ensintive.
*This puss sucking parasite. He actually has the gaul to sit there across from me, and talk to me like I'm some sort of little b!tch ready to get d!cked for the first time. I should drag him across that desk, and beat the living shit out of him.....leaving barely enough to identify his f*cking face! Ah.......F*ck t!*
::Storm animates into motion swiftly grabbing the Chairman of the Bank up by the collar, and dragging him up onto the desk, and pulling his tie as hard as he can....cutting off the air to his windpipe. Rage fills Storm's face, as he rares back in a menacing hang over the man's face.::
Johnny Storm: (Through gritted teeth) Now you listen to me you little son of a b!tch! You are going to sign that f#cking paper.....or I will beat you unf#ckingreckognizeable! Do you hear me b!tch.....I will kill you!
Chairman: (Through a choked up voice) Yes.....Christ Yes! I'll Sign....I'll sign!!!
::Storm releases his grip slowly but surely, and then takes a step back. He rounds the corner of the desk joining the Chairman on the other hand, and angrily shoves a pen in his face with one hand, and slamming his pointer finger to the first line of the contract where he is supposed to sign.::
Johnny Storm: Sign it now god damn it!
::The Chairman's hand wraps around the pen, and begins signing his name nervously. He then drops the pen down to the desk. Storm angrily flips the page, pointing down at another line::
Johnny Storm: Sign this too you sack of shit!
::He looks up to Storm who's face is twisted in rage, and he takes the pen once again and signs his name. Storm then takes the contract and throws it back into his brief case. He twirls the seat of the Chairmans chair around so that the two men can face each other::
Johnny Storm: No you hear me....and you hear me well you overweight piece of God Damn Trash! I am still JOHNNY STORM, even if I don't have the money I used too. No body, expecially you........will talk to me like that ever again!
::Storm then hastily whirls around grabing up his brief case as he passes by the desk. He exits the door, and slams it shut behind him. He hastily exits the lobby area, and starts to descend the stairs. He knows if he sticks around that security will be on top of him. He exits the building, starting to his rental car. How much things can change in a mater of seconds. One minuete, the top of the world. The little circle of light that every one else gathers around. The next...a washed up has been. Storm sits down in the drivers seat, turns the key, and pulls out into the oncomeing traffic.::
AUGUST 13th, 2001
TORONTO, CANADA
THE CANARY GROVE INN
THE LAUNDRY LIST: 7:00p.m.
::He had cancilled his remaining days withing the penthouse of the Marriott Hotel. The Canary Grove Inn....His new restling grounds. His mind was not on the money anymore as he sat down in the room on the edge of the quaint little bed. The Storm Estate had belonged to his family since it's erection in 1865. Sadly it was the last thing he had to show that he was from somewhere. And now the estate was gone....Going to be sold to some son of a b!tch that has no connection to it. Storm's heart aches at the thought, but even more at the longing to destroy the man who had done this to him. Who had impersonated him so well that he walked out of his own bank carrying his property. Storm then leans back on his bed, closeing his eyes to try and rest. This rest does'nt come, as the phone begins to ring pulling him out of his thoughts.::
RING........RING........RING
Johnny Storm: (in a tired voice)Hello....
Voice: Hello Johnny ....What's up?
Johnny Storm: (reckognizing the voice as the one and only Steven Fury) Actually, Not doing to well...what can I do for you boss?
Steven Fury: I just called to tell you that your match for Insurrection is a Number One Contendor's match for the Maximus Title.
Johnny Storm: Against whom?
Steven Fury: Doomsday & T.Q.Smooth
Johnny Storm: Did'nt I beat the shit out of Doomsday one time already?
Steven Fury: It does'nt matter. Win this match and you get a shot at the Maximus title.
::There is a silence on the other end of the phone, and at first Steven believes that the two men have been disconnected.....but then...without much warning Storm comes back to the conversation.::
Johnny Storm: Sure......whatever. You know what your doing...I'll do it.
Steven Fury: No Arguements for once, that's a nice change. Good luck.
Johnny Storm: You know as well as I do that the outcome won't have anything to do with luck......but before you go.....I got a favor to ask of you.
Steven Fury: What might that be?
Johnny Storm: Go ahead and send one of those things you call reporters from the GWA and give me some T.V. Time......I think I'm going to have to address these two dickless wonders....and you know how much I love getting in front of a camera!
Steven Fury: OK! I'll send you my favorite, Ross Bobby, I love putting him through hell!
Johnny Storm: HA! Ass Backwards Man eh? I can live with that. Thanks Fury...I'll See you around. Send MJ my best wishes......you two kids have fun!
Steven Fury: Later Johnny, I will tell her.....See you later in Toronto this week?
Johnny Storm: Sure thing......Storm Out.
::Storm places the phone back on the hook, and leans back onto his bed. He dials the digits to the number of Landau, Luckman and Lake, and sits back awaiting a greeting.::
Samson Lake: Hello?
Johnny Storm: Hello Samson...It's Johnny.
Samson Lake: Oh! Hey Johnny...I'm so sorry to hear about what happened.
Johnny Storm: Yeah...then think about how I felt. Anyways....I'm calling for a reason.
Samson Lake: And what Reason Is that?
Johnny Storm: I don't want this information about me leaked. I want it to stay between me & the Firm. Especially keep it out of the GWA Buzz Bin........this could hurt me there...and for the first time I need this job just to survive in the world.
Samson Lake: You know that all your buisness with us is confidential!
Johnny Storm: THen How the hell did an impersonator walk right into a bank that I won, and rob me blind?
Samson Lake: Good point......Say no more Johnny....We'll take care of it.
Johnny Storm: Good.....I'll see you around Samson.
Samson Lake: Don't worry Johnny...the money and the imposter will turn up sometime!
Johnny Storm: Yeah........
::Storm Hangs up the phone once agian. He rolls over onto his side in thought.::
*Look at this. Johnny Storm feeling sorry for himself cause of a few bucks. My whole life revolving around money. Kind of pathetic, but a pathetic I could live with if I could get it back! Now the GWA really is all I have left. Doomsday & T.Q.Smooth....maybe this is a blessing in disguise. I'm pissed right now...and I need to beat the shit out of someone. Why not Doomsday & T.Q. Smooth? I don't need this bullshit. Oh well...I guess I got to do what I got to do...for the first time I can't afford not to wrestle. It does'nt really matter, they'll just end up like all the rest.*
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF THEIR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!
to be continued...
TORONTO, CANADA
THE ALLIED BANK OF CANADA
HELD DOWN: 2:34p.m.
:: Johnny Storm had recieved an urgent call from Landau Luckman and Lake, a law firm in which he held major stock in. They handled all of his affairs and buisness on a general basis. He had arrived within the borders of Canada around 7:00a.m. on the 12th. He had made his way to the Marriott Hotel, and was of coarse in the Penthouse Suite. He rested the whole day, staying in, but exchanging a few words over the phone with his new friend..Steven Fury. The night had come around, and still there was no need to exit the room...so he did'nt. He just watched a little TV, and went on to his lavish bedroom for sleep. It was'nt untill around the time of the call which was August 13th, at 1:08p.m. that Johnny Storm felt the need to leave his comfortable area. Storm picked up the phone, and held it there silently as John Landau explained the unexplainable.::
RING.....RING......RING
Johnny Storm: Hello?
John Landau: um.....hello...is this Johnny Storm?
Johnny Storm: (reckognizeing the voice Storm smiles) Yeah John, it's me. So what's up? How much have you made me this time?
John Landau: Um....Johnny...are you sitting down somewhere?
Johnny Storm: Well actually...no..hold on!
::Storm steps over to the couch holding the cordless phone within his hand. He sits down, swinging his feet up onto the rest of the couch stretching out to his full extent. He then pulls the phone back up non-shalantly to his ear. He then smiles once again, and replies to his associate.::
Johnny Storm: Alright...go ahead and lay it on me.
John Landau: Well Johnny...I don't know quite how to say this..
Johnny Storm: (With a more concerned voice now that he realizes that this message isn't a pleasant one) What is it John?
John Landau: I...I...let me start from the begining. You have bank accounts set up all over the world. You even own the bank where most of your transactions are made. At the current time of 12:30 p.m. yesterday you were at a combined all time high Net Worth of 11, 020, 932, 856 Dollars.
Johnny Storm: (Some what breaking into John's comments) Then what seem's to be the problem? Spit it out?
John Landau: Last Night someone entered your bank, and fooled the cameras..the thumb scan, the retnal scan, and the skin grapht. They also fooled Gill Thompson who is over your corporate offices in Charlotte. This person wanted to ask about withdrawing a unsubstantial amount of money.....and they signed for it in your name. When we learned of this news, we were immidiately alarmed...knowing that your Gladiator Wrestling schedule was not set to come to Charlotte. Oh God Johnny...tell me you came to Charlotte....that you got side tracked!
Johnny Storm: (with a more calm state than the John on the phone) Unsubstantial amount of money? How much John?
John Landau: um...I..er...a..(in a very soft spoken voice) they..got all of it.
Johnny Storm: Hey John! I can't hear you? What did you say?
John Landau: (louder now..yet still broken)They..They got all of it.....
::Johnny Storm's mind does not register what John Landau tells him at first. He starts to open his mouth as if to laugh...as if it is a joke. But he can tell....John is serious. This is not a joke. All of it? The motor functions in his hand go numb, and the phone falls from his grip to the corner of the coffee table. It lands to the carpeted room, but Storm does not show the signs of careing. He gets up to his feet, and slowly starts to exit the room through the glass door leading to the terrace. He steps to the very edge and looks of towards where the sun is in the sky. He examines the skyline that silloutes around the afternoon sun. He then looks down to the black pavement, and the thought of instant death for a fleeting moment was satisfying. He then slowly stepped backwards from the ledge, pushing the dramatic thought out of his mind. His lip curls up into anger....his muscles tense..his body hardens, and the only thing left in his mind is a scream that escapes from his mouth. Only one thing could explain how he felt at that moment.::
I'M A FIST OF RAGE
one foot in the grave
I'M A FIST OF RAGE
so far from saved
I'M A FIST OF RAGE
in a broken state
i'm a razorblade slittin through a wrist of hate
Kid Rock
::Johnny Storm's eye's shifted back to the hear and now....his suicidal thoughts fleeting with the presence of mind. His body registers movement once again, and he starts back inside to the living room. He walks towards the phone, where John is still talking..trying to coherse Johnny back to talking to him. Storm reaches down, pulling the cordless phone into his grip..a tear rolls down his face, as he lifts it back up to his ear.::
Johnny Storm: (in a quiet voice)..how?
John Landau: It was signed out in your name....I...I don't know...
Johnny Storm: How?
John Landau: It was...I...It looked just like you...I've reviewed the tapes Johnny....it was you for all intents and purposes...
Johnny Storm: HOW!?!?
John Landau: I...I'm sorry Johnny.
Johnny Storm: Wha......What does this mean for me.....for my estate..
John Landau: Well.....The withdrawal of such an ungodly amount of money, has brought the IRS down onto us pretty hard. We are trying to come up with something....but it's not looking good.
Johnny Storm: What about the Storm Corporation? It can just build me back up can it not? It's still drawing in money isn't it?
John Landau: That is where the IRS are hitting first.....without the funds that were held above you, The company does'nt have the stability to hold itself afloat. It will either have to sold....or go bankrupt. You....You will lose the house too........both of them, plus the corporate offices in other countries as well...
::Johnny Storm lays back in the couch, his eyes wide open.....but not sure what to focus on. His eyes are misted over, and tears begin pushing out of his eye lids. He whipes them away angrily......and looks at his now wet shirt sleave. His mind drifts through the meanings of all of this. No money. No jets. No glamour. No house. No companies. No nothing. The things that you own begin to own you....and Johnny Storm was a man that owned everything...and was always in control...now....he would lose everything.
It's only when You've lost everything, that your free to do anything
Tyler Derdon, Fight Club
::John can be heard once again calling for Johnny to come back to the phone. He tries to move his hand with the phone towards his ear...but he can't get his motor function's to register the movement. He angrily jerks the phone out of his hand with the other, and brings it up to his ear.::
Johnny Storm: So what are you saying John? I'm done....NOTHING!
John Landau: The only thing that you have.....is about 250, 000 of personal money that you had entrusted to us. Along with your stocks in this company. Plus your weekly salary in the GWA. They...whiped you out Johnny.
Johnny Storm: (Through gritted teeth) Freeze my transactions....I'll speak with you later once I reach one of the local banks!
::And that brings us to the here and now. The Allied Bank of Canada, about thirty minuetes after he and John had gotten off the phone. He wears a dark suit, and he is as professional as he can be with his current state of mind. He sits with his arm's folded...in a sign of closure. The receptionist watches over him, as his eyes constantly move around the room as if he's searching for something. She stands to her feet, and pours some water into a cup. She then starts towards Storm, presenting the cup to him.::
Receptionist: Here you are sir. Maybe this will help to calm your spirits.
::Storm's eyes stop wandering the room, and zero in on the voice in front of him. HIs brief case up in his lap, with his hands embraceing it in a death grip. He reaches up takeing the water, and he nods in thanks....takeing it to his lips. The water is consumed before she can sit back down behind her desk, and she notices him place the cup on the end table next to his seat. He then resumes his death grip on the brief case, and his eyes wander again. A buzzing sound comes from her desk, and Storm's eyes shoot over to it....dead to the world through some peoples perceptions. Storm gets to his feet, as the Receptionist nods him forward...signaling that it is turn to see the chairman of the board. Storm does'nt waste any time....as he enters the door....slamming it shut. The office is a nice one.....lavished in the greatest furniture. It reminded him of some of the offices he owned. The fire-place over in the corner raged & crackled and for some reason Storm's eyes were drawn to it first. He stood in the doorway, blank expression and all...., stareing at the fire. The man behind the desk watched this......and although the suit that Johnny Storm was wearing cost more than most of the furniture in the room, you could have sworn at that moment that he was normal.::
Chairman: Mr. Storm?
::Johnny's pale complection never changes as he stares into the fire blankly.::
Chairman: Mr. Storm?!?
::Johnny's eyes advert from the fire to the man behind the desk. His eyes narrow into an evil motion of brow against eye line. Storm then rushes the desk suddenly, slamming his brief case upon the stack of papers that were originally there. Storm popped his case, opening it to an upright position. He then pulls out a cell phone, and a few papers. He then sits down in one of the leather seats behind him, and stares back at the man behind the desk.....who appears to be in a point of dismay of what to think. He had always heard Johnny Storm was a calm, cool, sweet talker when it came to buisness. Who was this man before him.::
Johnny Storm: Whipe that f*cking look off your face.......I've just lost a great sum of money...and I want to know who stole it......and I want this person dead...but not before my money is replaced to it's proper place!
Chairman: Well Mr. Storm that may be a bit difficult. Because from my reports of your situation......it was you who signed your name on the release forms, and it was your retinal and hand grapht scans that alllowed you to get away with it.
::Johnny Storm's eyes flare, and his upper lip curls up in a look of disgust. He leans forward in his seat, and slams his hands down hard against the desk, causeing the Chairman to startle::
Johnny Storm: You listen here you Mother F*cker.....I did'nt steal my own GOD DAMN MONEY!
Chairman: Well Mr. Storm......given your certain situation I don't think that I'm the man you want to be yelling or curseing at now am i?
::Storm's eyes go from blank, to enraged. Who did this son of a b!tch think he was. He was Johnny F*cking Storm, and No body.....NO BODY....would talk to him that way! Would....That was the operative word. It was'nt untill that point that Storm realized the extent of his situation. With out his 11.3 billion dollars........Johnny Storm isn't special. He is a nobody......and now this man.....this same man who would have sucked his d!ck just for his services.....was in control. Storm's face becomes humble, and he leans down in the leather seat. In a meek voice, sorm replies to the conversation.::
Johnny Storm: You are right.....forgive me. This is just a.....shock.
Chairman: I can understand that Mr. Storm....and I accept your apology.
::Storm shows a soft smile on the outside, but inside....he was halfway across the desk, chokeing the life out of this smug, arrogant, cunt! Storm retains his smile however, and he reaches for the paper that he had pulled out earlier.::
Johnny Storm: My lawyers said that the only way I can freeze my assetts is for me to get an official to sign it, and witness it. That is why I am here sir. I need you to witness this document, saying that my shares within the law firm of Landau, Luckman, and Lake will not be sold without my signature, their signatures, and your signature. Basically setting it up so that I can't get to my own money without your's and their's signatures.
Chairman: Well.......Mr. Storm to be honest with you....I don't know how wise that would be on my part........without of coarse a little ensintive.
*This puss sucking parasite. He actually has the gaul to sit there across from me, and talk to me like I'm some sort of little b!tch ready to get d!cked for the first time. I should drag him across that desk, and beat the living shit out of him.....leaving barely enough to identify his f*cking face! Ah.......F*ck t!*
::Storm animates into motion swiftly grabbing the Chairman of the Bank up by the collar, and dragging him up onto the desk, and pulling his tie as hard as he can....cutting off the air to his windpipe. Rage fills Storm's face, as he rares back in a menacing hang over the man's face.::
Johnny Storm: (Through gritted teeth) Now you listen to me you little son of a b!tch! You are going to sign that f#cking paper.....or I will beat you unf#ckingreckognizeable! Do you hear me b!tch.....I will kill you!
Chairman: (Through a choked up voice) Yes.....Christ Yes! I'll Sign....I'll sign!!!
::Storm releases his grip slowly but surely, and then takes a step back. He rounds the corner of the desk joining the Chairman on the other hand, and angrily shoves a pen in his face with one hand, and slamming his pointer finger to the first line of the contract where he is supposed to sign.::
Johnny Storm: Sign it now god damn it!
::The Chairman's hand wraps around the pen, and begins signing his name nervously. He then drops the pen down to the desk. Storm angrily flips the page, pointing down at another line::
Johnny Storm: Sign this too you sack of shit!
::He looks up to Storm who's face is twisted in rage, and he takes the pen once again and signs his name. Storm then takes the contract and throws it back into his brief case. He twirls the seat of the Chairmans chair around so that the two men can face each other::
Johnny Storm: No you hear me....and you hear me well you overweight piece of God Damn Trash! I am still JOHNNY STORM, even if I don't have the money I used too. No body, expecially you........will talk to me like that ever again!
::Storm then hastily whirls around grabing up his brief case as he passes by the desk. He exits the door, and slams it shut behind him. He hastily exits the lobby area, and starts to descend the stairs. He knows if he sticks around that security will be on top of him. He exits the building, starting to his rental car. How much things can change in a mater of seconds. One minuete, the top of the world. The little circle of light that every one else gathers around. The next...a washed up has been. Storm sits down in the drivers seat, turns the key, and pulls out into the oncomeing traffic.::
AUGUST 13th, 2001
TORONTO, CANADA
THE CANARY GROVE INN
THE LAUNDRY LIST: 7:00p.m.
::He had cancilled his remaining days withing the penthouse of the Marriott Hotel. The Canary Grove Inn....His new restling grounds. His mind was not on the money anymore as he sat down in the room on the edge of the quaint little bed. The Storm Estate had belonged to his family since it's erection in 1865. Sadly it was the last thing he had to show that he was from somewhere. And now the estate was gone....Going to be sold to some son of a b!tch that has no connection to it. Storm's heart aches at the thought, but even more at the longing to destroy the man who had done this to him. Who had impersonated him so well that he walked out of his own bank carrying his property. Storm then leans back on his bed, closeing his eyes to try and rest. This rest does'nt come, as the phone begins to ring pulling him out of his thoughts.::
RING........RING........RING
Johnny Storm: (in a tired voice)Hello....
Voice: Hello Johnny ....What's up?
Johnny Storm: (reckognizing the voice as the one and only Steven Fury) Actually, Not doing to well...what can I do for you boss?
Steven Fury: I just called to tell you that your match for Insurrection is a Number One Contendor's match for the Maximus Title.
Johnny Storm: Against whom?
Steven Fury: Doomsday & T.Q.Smooth
Johnny Storm: Did'nt I beat the shit out of Doomsday one time already?
Steven Fury: It does'nt matter. Win this match and you get a shot at the Maximus title.
::There is a silence on the other end of the phone, and at first Steven believes that the two men have been disconnected.....but then...without much warning Storm comes back to the conversation.::
Johnny Storm: Sure......whatever. You know what your doing...I'll do it.
Steven Fury: No Arguements for once, that's a nice change. Good luck.
Johnny Storm: You know as well as I do that the outcome won't have anything to do with luck......but before you go.....I got a favor to ask of you.
Steven Fury: What might that be?
Johnny Storm: Go ahead and send one of those things you call reporters from the GWA and give me some T.V. Time......I think I'm going to have to address these two dickless wonders....and you know how much I love getting in front of a camera!
Steven Fury: OK! I'll send you my favorite, Ross Bobby, I love putting him through hell!
Johnny Storm: HA! Ass Backwards Man eh? I can live with that. Thanks Fury...I'll See you around. Send MJ my best wishes......you two kids have fun!
Steven Fury: Later Johnny, I will tell her.....See you later in Toronto this week?
Johnny Storm: Sure thing......Storm Out.
::Storm places the phone back on the hook, and leans back onto his bed. He dials the digits to the number of Landau, Luckman and Lake, and sits back awaiting a greeting.::
Samson Lake: Hello?
Johnny Storm: Hello Samson...It's Johnny.
Samson Lake: Oh! Hey Johnny...I'm so sorry to hear about what happened.
Johnny Storm: Yeah...then think about how I felt. Anyways....I'm calling for a reason.
Samson Lake: And what Reason Is that?
Johnny Storm: I don't want this information about me leaked. I want it to stay between me & the Firm. Especially keep it out of the GWA Buzz Bin........this could hurt me there...and for the first time I need this job just to survive in the world.
Samson Lake: You know that all your buisness with us is confidential!
Johnny Storm: THen How the hell did an impersonator walk right into a bank that I won, and rob me blind?
Samson Lake: Good point......Say no more Johnny....We'll take care of it.
Johnny Storm: Good.....I'll see you around Samson.
Samson Lake: Don't worry Johnny...the money and the imposter will turn up sometime!
Johnny Storm: Yeah........
::Storm Hangs up the phone once agian. He rolls over onto his side in thought.::
*Look at this. Johnny Storm feeling sorry for himself cause of a few bucks. My whole life revolving around money. Kind of pathetic, but a pathetic I could live with if I could get it back! Now the GWA really is all I have left. Doomsday & T.Q.Smooth....maybe this is a blessing in disguise. I'm pissed right now...and I need to beat the shit out of someone. Why not Doomsday & T.Q. Smooth? I don't need this bullshit. Oh well...I guess I got to do what I got to do...for the first time I can't afford not to wrestle. It does'nt really matter, they'll just end up like all the rest.*
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF THEIR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!
to be continued...