Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 6:39:42 GMT
AUGUST 14th, 2001
TORONTO, CANADA
THE CANARY GROVE INN
DOWN AND OUT: 1:23p.m.
::Johnny Storm had been awaiting the camera crew in the lobby for over an hour. He was starting to believe that they were not going to come. His thoughts were jumbled, and he was'nt sure whether by the recent news that his assetts have been stolen right out from in under him....or the fact that he's been put in a position to face talent that is quite frankly below him. The passers by all stop to ask him questions, to which he willingly answers them. They are the only things that are keeping him going at this point. Litteraly. His own complicated life seemed almost simple compared to theirs.....or how it used to compare when he was a Multi Billionaire. Money was always the object of Johnny Storm's desire. He could have anything he wanted at any time he wanted. He had servants for the servants that served him. He was one of the wealthiest men in the world, and one of the most popular to boot. You factor in money, the music that his company produced, and the fact that he was a GWA Superstar...this all compiled to make one interesting conversation piece. But it was obvious..especially now, that over a period of time the rich can make enemies. This time it was'nt an enemy in the ring...it was'nt a rival company trying to over throw him...it was'nt even the kidnapping assailants back from the dead. This person, this enemy went straight for Johnny Storm's heart....his money. Storm lolled his head towards the clock on the wall above the check in desk, and it was about five minuetes off. He stood up out of his seated position, and in a manner of frustration stalked over to the front desk.::
Johnny Storm: Can I use your phone?
Receptionist: OH....yes Mr. Storm. Of coarse YOU can...
::She was laying it on pretty thick. Johnny new from the moment she had turned to face him, that she would want him. But it was never him that they wanted, it was his money. That's why he got involved in the sport of Professional Wrestling. As long as you made a pretty good name for yourself..they would always love you. Not the things around you, but You. Storm smiles at the receptionist who winks at him, handing him the phone from where it rested next to her computer. He dialed the number of GWA Anchor & Reporter Ross Bobby.::
Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...
Johnny Storm: (in under his breath) God damn you Ross...
Receptionist: Excuse me?
Johnny Storm: Oh..Nothing...thank you for letting me use your company phone.
Receptionist: Oh you're quite welcome. You can use my private phone too sometime?
::The come on is followed by another wink, to where Johnny flashes her a smile.::
Johnny Storm: I would like that very much..
::The woman's eyes light up, and she pushes a strand of dark brown hair out of her face, as she reaches with a pen with the other hand. She jots down her information on a piece of hotel letter head, and hands it over to Storm who takes it with a smile. He then turns from the front desk, and with a disgusted curl in his lip..walks away from her. He exits the building through the double doors at the end of the lobby, and comes to stand outside in the chilled air. About that time a car horn begins booming through out the parking lot of the hotel, and when Storm looks over there is no other than Ross Bobby, hanging halfway out his window, flagging him down. Storm's face goes solomn as he shakes his head at the ridiculous sight. Ross Bobby pulls up in his rented Honda Civic, and puts on the brakes right in front of Storm. Storm rounds around the front of the car, and then sits down in the passengers seat beside Ross. After pulling on his seat belt Storm looks over at Bobby who has a trademark stupid grin plastered all over his face. Storm turns his head, and with almost a smirkingly out loud laugh, he points towards the road.::
Johnny Storm: Drive!
::Ross Bobby complies with Storm's wishes by pulling back out into the Toronto traffic, and coasting down the road. He turns on a tape recorder, and looks over at Storm who seems to not be all in the car.::
Ross Bobby: So Mr. Storm...I heard that you requested this time. What did you want to speak with the viewers about?
Johnny Storm: We'll get to all of that in a little while Ross...lets just enjoy the ride right now...and let me collect my thoughts.
::Ross nods in compliance as he continues to drive down the road. He reaches over to turn on the radio, and when he does it blares causeing Storm's eyes to open wide with surprise. Ross fumbles with the steering wheel and the car glides from the right lane over into the left lane. Ross reaches for the radio, and Storm grabs a hold of the dash as an oncomeing car honks it's horn at Ross' driveing. Ross looks up, and letting out a shriek of terror, throws his hands up to his eyes and completely off the steering wheel. Storm's eyes shoot open even larger than they were before, as he reaches for the wheel pulling them back over into the right lane. Storm then with furrowed eye brows open handedly slaps Ross upside the back of his head. Ross' falls forwards and then backwards, and finally stops resting his hands back on the wheel, looking over at Storm Hatefully. Storm looks at him with an expression of someone that is not amused. Storm shakes his head in disbelief, and finally turns off the blareing music.::
Johnny Storm: You are a freaking moron!
Ross Bobby: Well you did'nt have to slap me!
Johnny Storm: I ought to slap you again for just sayin' that!
Ross Bobby: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Johnny Storm: Yeah well that's what God said after you were born, but hey...you don't hear me crying for you. Jesus..Pull the damn car over onto this access ramp comeing up! We'll stop at that Truck Stop.
Ross Bobby: You..."Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm...In a Truck Stop?
Johnny Storm: I swear to God Ross if you don't stop being such a smart ass I am going to ram my foot so far down your throat your going to shit your own damn teeth!
Ross Bobby: Alright..Alright! I was just makeing a statement...
::Johnny opens his mouth to reply to Ross, but finds himself at a loss for words. Already he had almost gotten into a car crash, and now he was haveing to eat in a truck stop....and of all the people Fury had to send....he sent the most Ass Backwards Man in the GWA...Ross Bobby. Life was starting to get down right annoying..or was that Ross? Johnny pushed the thoughts out of his head, and started to focus on the here and now. Ross creeped onto the access ramp leading up to another road where the Truck Stop was located. Cars began to line up behind him as he slowly made his way up the hill. He then looked side from side.....side from side again....and then one more time untill the cars behind him began honking. This startled Ross which caused him to step on the gas, pushing him out in the road. Ross quickly grabs hold of the steering wheel, and pushes it into the direction of the Truck Stop. He hits the brakes to the point of almost stopping, and continues to creep along...the same cars pileing up and honking again.::
Johnny Storm: DAMN IT ROSS! Will you get the hell up the road so these people will shut up!
Ross Bobby: What? I'm doing the speed limit!
Johnny Storm: You idiot...that sign with the 25 was a highway sign! It's 55 through here!
Ross Bobby: Oh! I thought it looked different than most speed limit signs. Well..How was I supposed to know?
Johnny Storm: A God Damn Baboon would know Ross! That's it! Pull the car over! NOW!
::Within just a few minuetes of the destination of the Truck Stop, Ross Bobby slowly creeps to a stop off the side of the road. Storm unbuckles his seat belt, and throws the car door open angrily. He steps out, and rounds to the drivers side of the car. He opens the door, and stands there for a moment...looking down at Ross who stares blankly at him. After a full 60 seconds of this, Storm finally jerks Ross out by the collar of his shirt, and smacking him on top of the head all the way.::
Johnny Storm: Get the hell in the car!
Ross Bobby: (angrily) I was in the car till you did all that!
Johnny Storm: Damn you Ross...if you don't get in this car right now..I am going to...
Ross Bobby: (cutting him off) OK! I'm going! (under his breath) son of a...
Johnny Storm: What was that Smart Ass?
Ross Bobby: (innocently) I did'nt say nothing!
::Johnny Storm sits down in the drivers seat in disgust, buckeling his seat belt again. He starts the car, and then looks at Ross Bobby who slides into the seat beside him.::
Johnny Storm: You are a complete moron!
::Storm shakes his head after the statement, and pulls back into the traffic, this time going the speedlimit, and pulling into the Truck Stop, with perfect accuracy when parking. Storm throws the door open, and climbs back out...and Ross Bobby meekly does the same on the opposite side. Storm enters the smoke filled establishment first, followed by Ross who shyly looks around the area.::
Ross Bobby: God..what a dump. Can't we eat somewhere else?
Johnny Storm: Say that a little louder you piss ant....let's see if they'll not only piss in our soup, but shit in the dumpling special too!
::Ross' mouth gapes open as if not catching the sarcasam in Storm's voice, but upon a few glances by the burley Truckers...he quickly closes his mouth.::
Ross Bobby: (whispers to Storm) That reminded me of a prison scene in a movie.
Johnny Storm: (whispering over his shoulder) That's probably what they were thinking too.
::The look on Ross' face tells his response of the comment, as Storm & he make their way towards a corner booth. Both men sit down across from each other, and Ross continues to look around his surroundings. Storm leans back against the hard wood of the bench, and watches as a waitress comes their way.::
Waitress: What can I get you gentlemen?
::Storm looks to Ross, who contimplates what he wants. Storm then looks back to the waitress.::
Johnny Storm: I would like the Cheesburger Platter please. Coke to drink.
Ross Bobby: um....um......do you have anything fat free?
::Storm rolls his eyes and in a pure look of disgust and jerks the menu out of his hands.::
Johnny Storm: He'll have the same as me!
::The waitress smiles to Johnny and nods, then to Ross with a bit of a strange stare. She then goes about her buisness, of refilling coffee. Ross looks to Storm with a questioning glance, but it is replaced with a cool whissle when Storm looks back to him.::
Johnny Storm: So are we going to start this interview?
Ross Bobby: oh yeah. So you've collected your thought's eh? Let me get my......cam.......era.....HEY! I left my camera in my car....Hold on!
::Storm lets out a long sigh, and rests his chin on his fist. This was deffinently going to take longer than he had hoped. Ross Bobby gets out of his side of the booth, and begins to exit to get his camera. The goofy man reappears in the door way carrying the video camera in his hand. His walk has a jive to it, although he is a man without a jive. He sets the camera up, and then sits down back in the booth. He looks to Storm, and then the camera.::
Ross Bobby: Well fans..we are back here on GWA T.V. and I am here with "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. Well Mr. Storm, #1 contendors match for the Maximus Championship. Doomsday & TQ Smooth. What are your thoughts?
Johnny Storm: Well first off Ross, I don't know why I'm in this match. I agreed to it without really thinking about it. But hey, if that's what Steven wants, this is what he's going to get. Why not go after the Maximus Title....Dark Tiger seems to be getting the shots around here that I deserve anyways, so if I take the belt off of him....does that make me the new #1 contendor to the Gladiator Champion Anton Rayge?
Ross Bobby: Might I remind you Mr. Storm that you must defeat your opponents before you can become the #1 contendor. YOU have'nt won yet!
::Storm looks to Ross with a smirk, makeing sure that it was caught on camera. He then raises his eyebrow in a questioning look.::
Johnny Storm: Ross...if my memory is correct, have I not already defeated Doomsday?
Ross Bobby: Well according to the record books...you have.
Johnny Storm: Ross Bobby, who would you say in your own opinion....be the most talented Falconer in this federation?
Ross Bobby: Well Jim Daher is the Falconer Champion.
Johnny Storm: Well who was it that made that belt famous...by beating the almighty Chris Damm for the Legion Tag Titles with Alek Cage. Or the guy who beat OutLaw's ass on a weekly occasion?
Ross Bobby: (as if in realization) Ah....Sebastian Bock!
Johnny Storm: Right......and who owns a win over Bock in a ladder match for the Olympic Title back when I was around?
Ross Bobby: That would be you...
Johnny Storm: So your saying that I've already beaten that sack of shit Doomsday and I've beaten the best damn Falconer there is in the buisness in Sebastian Bock? Then why do I need to even have this interview? I could go out there on Insurrection, and hand Doomsday & TQ Smooth their asses, without saying a word....but hey..that's not my style. How about this...I come on here, GWA TV, talk shit about each one of them...considering that's all I've seen pour out of Doomsday's mouth so far...and then...Go hand them their asses on Insurrection. You know what...that sound's like a good plan to me Ross.
So why don't we start with the guy who's been running his mouth most. Alright...Alright...the only guy who's been running his damn mouth? Doomsday. First off kid, let me jog your memory, cause I know last time we faced each other I busted your f*cking skull open with a steel chair...and hey...that could impair anybody's memory....but I've beat your ass once before. You've come out here and you've talked your shit about where you come from. When you were born. But you know what, while your doing all that...why don't you look around. Cause I'm sure if you do, you'll see that there isn't one person in this federation or fan in the stands that gives a damn about who you are and where you come from. You are a joke...a jobber...a slob in the ring. You are just like all the other members of the Brotherhood of Vengance, talentless hacks that Anton Rayge did'nt want to carry any more. Why don't you talk about who your daddy really was....do you love your daddy Doomsday? If so....well I love you too Son! Why don't you talk about the time I stepped up to the plate with your mama Jim? I mean....how many F*cking Jim's are in that group? You've threatened me and your opponent with a guy named Doom? What is that....some nut that fell out of your tights after you watched that porno in the sperm bank? It was all good untill the chick finally turned to face the camera, and it was your mom! He sound's like an original fellow.....Doom....Doom....Doom. Hey isn't that the sound that they make after a dramatic scene in a murder flick? Then you got the "Big Deal" Bedlam....I got one thing to say about that.....BIG DEAL? Then you have my favorite guy in you merry band of misfits
I con Daher to do anything, but defend the Falconer Title once before I lose it again! I'm not to worried about this other Jim, cause basically Bedlam is going to take him out on the way down there. Yeah..you know what I'm talking about.....Bedlam's going to try and break out in a sprint, he's going to get tired, and trip over his own shoe takeing out the other two guys in the BOV, and half the front freaking row. And you think that your going to defeat me with that? A bunch of jackasses that just don't know when to call it quits? Well quite frankly Doomsday, I've seen bigger threats come from a kitten chaseing a ball of yarn!
Now on to my other opponent....I can only think of so many things to say about Doomsday, cause I just don't see anything there as a challenge. TQ Smooth? Undefeated......well it's time for good ole' Johnny Storm to welcome you to the GWA...cause you see...it took a special breed of man to take away my undefeated streak. I was kind of like you, but was stopped dead in my tracks by a guy that was just better than me at that point in history. Now...I am that guy. I am that man standing before you, and there's no doubt that one day you will be me...standing before some other punk kid trying to make it to the top where you are...but today is not that day. And neither will Wendsday at Insurrection. You will find out that you are'nt ass good as you think you are...you will find yourself get tired, and the one question on your mind is going to be How Long Can This Son Of A Bitch Go? The answer is simple...as long as I have to. You have ambition, I admire that....at least you have'nt tried to throw a bunch of names at me in the attempt to make me fear you. I mean....I just don't see the challenge in this....matter of fact...I've had more challenge trying to get into a box of Cracker Jacks...and this time...the prize is that Maximus Championship that's hanging around Dark Tiger's waist. That's what it's all about is it not men.....the sight of gold in our path. Is that not why we're here? Well TQ Smooth, I can't say countless jokes about you...cause so far your career has'nt been a joke unlike our other opponent. That does not mean however that I won't destroy you to get one step closer to the Gladiator Title. That's what it is all about. That's what it's always been about. The best of the best. Right now, Anton Rayge is holding onto it for me, and I think that's great....cause he deserved it. Dark Tiger...he put up an effort that no one can take away from him....he deserves his shot at it....but after it's all said and done, I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic waist, and soon I'll have Maximus Gold around my Fantastic waist!
Ross Bobby: Alright then....now that that's taken care of...how about this? What is your connection with Steven Fury?
Johnny Storm: Fury and I are friends...and we share personal interests that's all.
Ross Bobby: Is it true that you are going to start conducting Interviews on your own personalized show set to air during Insurrection?
Johnny Storm: I've thought about it, and it's possiable you might be seeing "Storm's Palace" sometime soon in the weeks to come.
Ross Bobby: What about Anton Rayge? Alot of people believe that you deserved to be involved in the Gladiator Title match on the Insurrection following the last PPV Vendetta where you, Mei HImagaji, and Reina Saiaki showcased a great Main Event! Yet Reina kept you out of the match.....and in such time, you've seen the Gladiator Hand's passed by you twice now amongst relatively the same men.....and now...they are yet again pushing you out of it's brackett's. How do you feel about that?
Johnny Storm: How am I supposed to feel? The guys competeing for that belt are great. The guy holding it is a good competitor....but he is not me. He never will be. I am the only Main Event left....where the others have fled, I remain. I do not fear the new breed cause quite frankly they can not beat me! If Steven want's to keep me where I'm at...that's fine. I respect Steven Fury, and I feel that he is a tremendous assett to this company. I'll do what he asks me to, but the day will come when I want that Gladiator Title so bad that no one.......and I mean no one....will be able to stand in my way. If this is what I've come to.....number one contendor's matches....like I have something to prove.....then so be it. Dark Tiger's belt belongs to me. He just does'nt know it yet. Anton Rayge.....he's next....and he'll probably still be standing in the ring, in awe of how quick it will happen. In this interview I have jested towards Doomsday & TQ Smooth...but the truth of the matter is this.....when I step in that ring all the jokes will be over. Doomsday I've fought bigger and better than you...and I've won. TQ Smooth, you are an up and comer...but you might as well be prepaired to be dropped flat on your face! You guys will find out on Insurrection why I am the Lord of the dance, and I'm not talking that river shit neither! In the end...you will end up just like all the rest.
Face Down
Ass Up
In A Pool of Your Own F*cking Blood!
::Johnny Strom leans down in his seat, as Ross Bobby cuts the power to his camera. He then sits there in silence for long moments. Not to much longer goes by, and the Cheeseburger Platters are presented to them, soggy bun's and all. Ross picks at his, not sure wether to trust the cook or not. Storm however lifts his burger up, and places a huge portion in his mouth. Chewing as mayo oozes out the side of his mouth. It was good...surprisingly. The meal is consumed in 30 minuetes, or Storm's portion anyways. Ross sits back watching Storm scoop up the rest of his fries into some ketchup and then pop them in his mouth. Storm looks to Ross, and nods towards the door. Ross nods, and they both get up to their feet. Storm sets a Twenty Dollar bill on the table, and they make their way out the door. Upon arriveing to the car, Johnny Storm sits behind the driver's seat...eyeing Ross Bobby who had attempted to get in a second earlier. Storm starts up the car, and exits the parking lot heading towards his hotel.::
AUGUST 14th 2001
TORONTO, CANADA
THE FLETCHER SUITES
HELD BACK: 9:00p.m.
::A man of a different nature but similar features walks into The Fletcher Suites carrying two large briefcases with him. He sets them down, and looks to the receptionist with a smile.::
Man: How are you doing sweety? How much is it to room in one of these places?
Receptionist: (with eyebrow's raised) Perhaps...more than you can afford sir.
Man: (in a more straight forward tone) How Much?
Receptionist: Very well....3,000 dollars a night!
Man: Perfect...
::He delivers a sarcastic smile, while placeing one of the brief-cases up onto the counter. After opening the case, he pulls forth a wad of cash, equaling the sum of 3,000 dollars. He closes his suit case, and then throws the money down to the Receptionist...who eyes it, and then lifts it to check it. She counts the exact amount, and with a smile...begins writeing up a contract.::
Receptionist: I'm sorry for my attitude before. Sometimes we have guests that can not quite pay off their balance...I wanted to make sure we did'nt have one of those situations..
Man: Oh that's quite alright.....it's expected of a bitch.
::The man signs the contract without reading it, and then looks back to the woman. Her mouth is slack jawed, and she now has a scowol in her eyes. She throws the key up on the counter in an angry fashion, and snubs him as she tries to make out like she's busy. He smiles sarcasticlly again, turning towards the elevator, and going to his room. He steps off at the 9th floor of the 10 floor building, and finds the room number imprinted upon his key. He looks the door over cautiously, and then slides the key down the electronic lock. He then enters, closeing the door behind him. He steps into what is known as the sitting area, and reviews the lay out. There is a minnie bar over in the corner, a big screen TV in front of the couch, a kitchen area, a dineing area, and a large bedroom suite, with a whirl pool bath. He smiles at his lavish surroundings, and slowly makes his way to the minnie bar. He jerks down a bottle of Jack Daniels, and steps over to the couch, flopping down lazily. He looks over his surroundings once more, and with a smirk, takes the controls in his hands to the Big Screen TV. He turns it on, and flips the channels untill finding the station carrying the GWA. There on his screen is Johnny Storm, speaking with Ross Bobby...in what appeared to be a Truck Stop. A shit eating grin comes across the man's face, as he nods in delight.::
Man: Oh Johnathon...how far we come when everything is taken from us. your money now belongs to me...
::The man looks over to his suitcases...::
Man: And soon Johnny Storm.....so will your life!
::The figure laughs loudly over the blareing television, as he pushes the Jack Daniels up to his lips and turns it up.::
The End
Not F*cking Likely!
TORONTO, CANADA
THE CANARY GROVE INN
DOWN AND OUT: 1:23p.m.
::Johnny Storm had been awaiting the camera crew in the lobby for over an hour. He was starting to believe that they were not going to come. His thoughts were jumbled, and he was'nt sure whether by the recent news that his assetts have been stolen right out from in under him....or the fact that he's been put in a position to face talent that is quite frankly below him. The passers by all stop to ask him questions, to which he willingly answers them. They are the only things that are keeping him going at this point. Litteraly. His own complicated life seemed almost simple compared to theirs.....or how it used to compare when he was a Multi Billionaire. Money was always the object of Johnny Storm's desire. He could have anything he wanted at any time he wanted. He had servants for the servants that served him. He was one of the wealthiest men in the world, and one of the most popular to boot. You factor in money, the music that his company produced, and the fact that he was a GWA Superstar...this all compiled to make one interesting conversation piece. But it was obvious..especially now, that over a period of time the rich can make enemies. This time it was'nt an enemy in the ring...it was'nt a rival company trying to over throw him...it was'nt even the kidnapping assailants back from the dead. This person, this enemy went straight for Johnny Storm's heart....his money. Storm lolled his head towards the clock on the wall above the check in desk, and it was about five minuetes off. He stood up out of his seated position, and in a manner of frustration stalked over to the front desk.::
Johnny Storm: Can I use your phone?
Receptionist: OH....yes Mr. Storm. Of coarse YOU can...
::She was laying it on pretty thick. Johnny new from the moment she had turned to face him, that she would want him. But it was never him that they wanted, it was his money. That's why he got involved in the sport of Professional Wrestling. As long as you made a pretty good name for yourself..they would always love you. Not the things around you, but You. Storm smiles at the receptionist who winks at him, handing him the phone from where it rested next to her computer. He dialed the number of GWA Anchor & Reporter Ross Bobby.::
Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...
Johnny Storm: (in under his breath) God damn you Ross...
Receptionist: Excuse me?
Johnny Storm: Oh..Nothing...thank you for letting me use your company phone.
Receptionist: Oh you're quite welcome. You can use my private phone too sometime?
::The come on is followed by another wink, to where Johnny flashes her a smile.::
Johnny Storm: I would like that very much..
::The woman's eyes light up, and she pushes a strand of dark brown hair out of her face, as she reaches with a pen with the other hand. She jots down her information on a piece of hotel letter head, and hands it over to Storm who takes it with a smile. He then turns from the front desk, and with a disgusted curl in his lip..walks away from her. He exits the building through the double doors at the end of the lobby, and comes to stand outside in the chilled air. About that time a car horn begins booming through out the parking lot of the hotel, and when Storm looks over there is no other than Ross Bobby, hanging halfway out his window, flagging him down. Storm's face goes solomn as he shakes his head at the ridiculous sight. Ross Bobby pulls up in his rented Honda Civic, and puts on the brakes right in front of Storm. Storm rounds around the front of the car, and then sits down in the passengers seat beside Ross. After pulling on his seat belt Storm looks over at Bobby who has a trademark stupid grin plastered all over his face. Storm turns his head, and with almost a smirkingly out loud laugh, he points towards the road.::
Johnny Storm: Drive!
::Ross Bobby complies with Storm's wishes by pulling back out into the Toronto traffic, and coasting down the road. He turns on a tape recorder, and looks over at Storm who seems to not be all in the car.::
Ross Bobby: So Mr. Storm...I heard that you requested this time. What did you want to speak with the viewers about?
Johnny Storm: We'll get to all of that in a little while Ross...lets just enjoy the ride right now...and let me collect my thoughts.
::Ross nods in compliance as he continues to drive down the road. He reaches over to turn on the radio, and when he does it blares causeing Storm's eyes to open wide with surprise. Ross fumbles with the steering wheel and the car glides from the right lane over into the left lane. Ross reaches for the radio, and Storm grabs a hold of the dash as an oncomeing car honks it's horn at Ross' driveing. Ross looks up, and letting out a shriek of terror, throws his hands up to his eyes and completely off the steering wheel. Storm's eyes shoot open even larger than they were before, as he reaches for the wheel pulling them back over into the right lane. Storm then with furrowed eye brows open handedly slaps Ross upside the back of his head. Ross' falls forwards and then backwards, and finally stops resting his hands back on the wheel, looking over at Storm Hatefully. Storm looks at him with an expression of someone that is not amused. Storm shakes his head in disbelief, and finally turns off the blareing music.::
Johnny Storm: You are a freaking moron!
Ross Bobby: Well you did'nt have to slap me!
Johnny Storm: I ought to slap you again for just sayin' that!
Ross Bobby: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Johnny Storm: Yeah well that's what God said after you were born, but hey...you don't hear me crying for you. Jesus..Pull the damn car over onto this access ramp comeing up! We'll stop at that Truck Stop.
Ross Bobby: You..."Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm...In a Truck Stop?
Johnny Storm: I swear to God Ross if you don't stop being such a smart ass I am going to ram my foot so far down your throat your going to shit your own damn teeth!
Ross Bobby: Alright..Alright! I was just makeing a statement...
::Johnny opens his mouth to reply to Ross, but finds himself at a loss for words. Already he had almost gotten into a car crash, and now he was haveing to eat in a truck stop....and of all the people Fury had to send....he sent the most Ass Backwards Man in the GWA...Ross Bobby. Life was starting to get down right annoying..or was that Ross? Johnny pushed the thoughts out of his head, and started to focus on the here and now. Ross creeped onto the access ramp leading up to another road where the Truck Stop was located. Cars began to line up behind him as he slowly made his way up the hill. He then looked side from side.....side from side again....and then one more time untill the cars behind him began honking. This startled Ross which caused him to step on the gas, pushing him out in the road. Ross quickly grabs hold of the steering wheel, and pushes it into the direction of the Truck Stop. He hits the brakes to the point of almost stopping, and continues to creep along...the same cars pileing up and honking again.::
Johnny Storm: DAMN IT ROSS! Will you get the hell up the road so these people will shut up!
Ross Bobby: What? I'm doing the speed limit!
Johnny Storm: You idiot...that sign with the 25 was a highway sign! It's 55 through here!
Ross Bobby: Oh! I thought it looked different than most speed limit signs. Well..How was I supposed to know?
Johnny Storm: A God Damn Baboon would know Ross! That's it! Pull the car over! NOW!
::Within just a few minuetes of the destination of the Truck Stop, Ross Bobby slowly creeps to a stop off the side of the road. Storm unbuckles his seat belt, and throws the car door open angrily. He steps out, and rounds to the drivers side of the car. He opens the door, and stands there for a moment...looking down at Ross who stares blankly at him. After a full 60 seconds of this, Storm finally jerks Ross out by the collar of his shirt, and smacking him on top of the head all the way.::
Johnny Storm: Get the hell in the car!
Ross Bobby: (angrily) I was in the car till you did all that!
Johnny Storm: Damn you Ross...if you don't get in this car right now..I am going to...
Ross Bobby: (cutting him off) OK! I'm going! (under his breath) son of a...
Johnny Storm: What was that Smart Ass?
Ross Bobby: (innocently) I did'nt say nothing!
::Johnny Storm sits down in the drivers seat in disgust, buckeling his seat belt again. He starts the car, and then looks at Ross Bobby who slides into the seat beside him.::
Johnny Storm: You are a complete moron!
::Storm shakes his head after the statement, and pulls back into the traffic, this time going the speedlimit, and pulling into the Truck Stop, with perfect accuracy when parking. Storm throws the door open, and climbs back out...and Ross Bobby meekly does the same on the opposite side. Storm enters the smoke filled establishment first, followed by Ross who shyly looks around the area.::
Ross Bobby: God..what a dump. Can't we eat somewhere else?
Johnny Storm: Say that a little louder you piss ant....let's see if they'll not only piss in our soup, but shit in the dumpling special too!
::Ross' mouth gapes open as if not catching the sarcasam in Storm's voice, but upon a few glances by the burley Truckers...he quickly closes his mouth.::
Ross Bobby: (whispers to Storm) That reminded me of a prison scene in a movie.
Johnny Storm: (whispering over his shoulder) That's probably what they were thinking too.
::The look on Ross' face tells his response of the comment, as Storm & he make their way towards a corner booth. Both men sit down across from each other, and Ross continues to look around his surroundings. Storm leans back against the hard wood of the bench, and watches as a waitress comes their way.::
Waitress: What can I get you gentlemen?
::Storm looks to Ross, who contimplates what he wants. Storm then looks back to the waitress.::
Johnny Storm: I would like the Cheesburger Platter please. Coke to drink.
Ross Bobby: um....um......do you have anything fat free?
::Storm rolls his eyes and in a pure look of disgust and jerks the menu out of his hands.::
Johnny Storm: He'll have the same as me!
::The waitress smiles to Johnny and nods, then to Ross with a bit of a strange stare. She then goes about her buisness, of refilling coffee. Ross looks to Storm with a questioning glance, but it is replaced with a cool whissle when Storm looks back to him.::
Johnny Storm: So are we going to start this interview?
Ross Bobby: oh yeah. So you've collected your thought's eh? Let me get my......cam.......era.....HEY! I left my camera in my car....Hold on!
::Storm lets out a long sigh, and rests his chin on his fist. This was deffinently going to take longer than he had hoped. Ross Bobby gets out of his side of the booth, and begins to exit to get his camera. The goofy man reappears in the door way carrying the video camera in his hand. His walk has a jive to it, although he is a man without a jive. He sets the camera up, and then sits down back in the booth. He looks to Storm, and then the camera.::
Ross Bobby: Well fans..we are back here on GWA T.V. and I am here with "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. Well Mr. Storm, #1 contendors match for the Maximus Championship. Doomsday & TQ Smooth. What are your thoughts?
Johnny Storm: Well first off Ross, I don't know why I'm in this match. I agreed to it without really thinking about it. But hey, if that's what Steven wants, this is what he's going to get. Why not go after the Maximus Title....Dark Tiger seems to be getting the shots around here that I deserve anyways, so if I take the belt off of him....does that make me the new #1 contendor to the Gladiator Champion Anton Rayge?
Ross Bobby: Might I remind you Mr. Storm that you must defeat your opponents before you can become the #1 contendor. YOU have'nt won yet!
::Storm looks to Ross with a smirk, makeing sure that it was caught on camera. He then raises his eyebrow in a questioning look.::
Johnny Storm: Ross...if my memory is correct, have I not already defeated Doomsday?
Ross Bobby: Well according to the record books...you have.
Johnny Storm: Ross Bobby, who would you say in your own opinion....be the most talented Falconer in this federation?
Ross Bobby: Well Jim Daher is the Falconer Champion.
Johnny Storm: Well who was it that made that belt famous...by beating the almighty Chris Damm for the Legion Tag Titles with Alek Cage. Or the guy who beat OutLaw's ass on a weekly occasion?
Ross Bobby: (as if in realization) Ah....Sebastian Bock!
Johnny Storm: Right......and who owns a win over Bock in a ladder match for the Olympic Title back when I was around?
Ross Bobby: That would be you...
Johnny Storm: So your saying that I've already beaten that sack of shit Doomsday and I've beaten the best damn Falconer there is in the buisness in Sebastian Bock? Then why do I need to even have this interview? I could go out there on Insurrection, and hand Doomsday & TQ Smooth their asses, without saying a word....but hey..that's not my style. How about this...I come on here, GWA TV, talk shit about each one of them...considering that's all I've seen pour out of Doomsday's mouth so far...and then...Go hand them their asses on Insurrection. You know what...that sound's like a good plan to me Ross.
So why don't we start with the guy who's been running his mouth most. Alright...Alright...the only guy who's been running his damn mouth? Doomsday. First off kid, let me jog your memory, cause I know last time we faced each other I busted your f*cking skull open with a steel chair...and hey...that could impair anybody's memory....but I've beat your ass once before. You've come out here and you've talked your shit about where you come from. When you were born. But you know what, while your doing all that...why don't you look around. Cause I'm sure if you do, you'll see that there isn't one person in this federation or fan in the stands that gives a damn about who you are and where you come from. You are a joke...a jobber...a slob in the ring. You are just like all the other members of the Brotherhood of Vengance, talentless hacks that Anton Rayge did'nt want to carry any more. Why don't you talk about who your daddy really was....do you love your daddy Doomsday? If so....well I love you too Son! Why don't you talk about the time I stepped up to the plate with your mama Jim? I mean....how many F*cking Jim's are in that group? You've threatened me and your opponent with a guy named Doom? What is that....some nut that fell out of your tights after you watched that porno in the sperm bank? It was all good untill the chick finally turned to face the camera, and it was your mom! He sound's like an original fellow.....Doom....Doom....Doom. Hey isn't that the sound that they make after a dramatic scene in a murder flick? Then you got the "Big Deal" Bedlam....I got one thing to say about that.....BIG DEAL? Then you have my favorite guy in you merry band of misfits
I con Daher to do anything, but defend the Falconer Title once before I lose it again! I'm not to worried about this other Jim, cause basically Bedlam is going to take him out on the way down there. Yeah..you know what I'm talking about.....Bedlam's going to try and break out in a sprint, he's going to get tired, and trip over his own shoe takeing out the other two guys in the BOV, and half the front freaking row. And you think that your going to defeat me with that? A bunch of jackasses that just don't know when to call it quits? Well quite frankly Doomsday, I've seen bigger threats come from a kitten chaseing a ball of yarn!
Now on to my other opponent....I can only think of so many things to say about Doomsday, cause I just don't see anything there as a challenge. TQ Smooth? Undefeated......well it's time for good ole' Johnny Storm to welcome you to the GWA...cause you see...it took a special breed of man to take away my undefeated streak. I was kind of like you, but was stopped dead in my tracks by a guy that was just better than me at that point in history. Now...I am that guy. I am that man standing before you, and there's no doubt that one day you will be me...standing before some other punk kid trying to make it to the top where you are...but today is not that day. And neither will Wendsday at Insurrection. You will find out that you are'nt ass good as you think you are...you will find yourself get tired, and the one question on your mind is going to be How Long Can This Son Of A Bitch Go? The answer is simple...as long as I have to. You have ambition, I admire that....at least you have'nt tried to throw a bunch of names at me in the attempt to make me fear you. I mean....I just don't see the challenge in this....matter of fact...I've had more challenge trying to get into a box of Cracker Jacks...and this time...the prize is that Maximus Championship that's hanging around Dark Tiger's waist. That's what it's all about is it not men.....the sight of gold in our path. Is that not why we're here? Well TQ Smooth, I can't say countless jokes about you...cause so far your career has'nt been a joke unlike our other opponent. That does not mean however that I won't destroy you to get one step closer to the Gladiator Title. That's what it is all about. That's what it's always been about. The best of the best. Right now, Anton Rayge is holding onto it for me, and I think that's great....cause he deserved it. Dark Tiger...he put up an effort that no one can take away from him....he deserves his shot at it....but after it's all said and done, I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic waist, and soon I'll have Maximus Gold around my Fantastic waist!
Ross Bobby: Alright then....now that that's taken care of...how about this? What is your connection with Steven Fury?
Johnny Storm: Fury and I are friends...and we share personal interests that's all.
Ross Bobby: Is it true that you are going to start conducting Interviews on your own personalized show set to air during Insurrection?
Johnny Storm: I've thought about it, and it's possiable you might be seeing "Storm's Palace" sometime soon in the weeks to come.
Ross Bobby: What about Anton Rayge? Alot of people believe that you deserved to be involved in the Gladiator Title match on the Insurrection following the last PPV Vendetta where you, Mei HImagaji, and Reina Saiaki showcased a great Main Event! Yet Reina kept you out of the match.....and in such time, you've seen the Gladiator Hand's passed by you twice now amongst relatively the same men.....and now...they are yet again pushing you out of it's brackett's. How do you feel about that?
Johnny Storm: How am I supposed to feel? The guys competeing for that belt are great. The guy holding it is a good competitor....but he is not me. He never will be. I am the only Main Event left....where the others have fled, I remain. I do not fear the new breed cause quite frankly they can not beat me! If Steven want's to keep me where I'm at...that's fine. I respect Steven Fury, and I feel that he is a tremendous assett to this company. I'll do what he asks me to, but the day will come when I want that Gladiator Title so bad that no one.......and I mean no one....will be able to stand in my way. If this is what I've come to.....number one contendor's matches....like I have something to prove.....then so be it. Dark Tiger's belt belongs to me. He just does'nt know it yet. Anton Rayge.....he's next....and he'll probably still be standing in the ring, in awe of how quick it will happen. In this interview I have jested towards Doomsday & TQ Smooth...but the truth of the matter is this.....when I step in that ring all the jokes will be over. Doomsday I've fought bigger and better than you...and I've won. TQ Smooth, you are an up and comer...but you might as well be prepaired to be dropped flat on your face! You guys will find out on Insurrection why I am the Lord of the dance, and I'm not talking that river shit neither! In the end...you will end up just like all the rest.
Face Down
Ass Up
In A Pool of Your Own F*cking Blood!
::Johnny Strom leans down in his seat, as Ross Bobby cuts the power to his camera. He then sits there in silence for long moments. Not to much longer goes by, and the Cheeseburger Platters are presented to them, soggy bun's and all. Ross picks at his, not sure wether to trust the cook or not. Storm however lifts his burger up, and places a huge portion in his mouth. Chewing as mayo oozes out the side of his mouth. It was good...surprisingly. The meal is consumed in 30 minuetes, or Storm's portion anyways. Ross sits back watching Storm scoop up the rest of his fries into some ketchup and then pop them in his mouth. Storm looks to Ross, and nods towards the door. Ross nods, and they both get up to their feet. Storm sets a Twenty Dollar bill on the table, and they make their way out the door. Upon arriveing to the car, Johnny Storm sits behind the driver's seat...eyeing Ross Bobby who had attempted to get in a second earlier. Storm starts up the car, and exits the parking lot heading towards his hotel.::
AUGUST 14th 2001
TORONTO, CANADA
THE FLETCHER SUITES
HELD BACK: 9:00p.m.
::A man of a different nature but similar features walks into The Fletcher Suites carrying two large briefcases with him. He sets them down, and looks to the receptionist with a smile.::
Man: How are you doing sweety? How much is it to room in one of these places?
Receptionist: (with eyebrow's raised) Perhaps...more than you can afford sir.
Man: (in a more straight forward tone) How Much?
Receptionist: Very well....3,000 dollars a night!
Man: Perfect...
::He delivers a sarcastic smile, while placeing one of the brief-cases up onto the counter. After opening the case, he pulls forth a wad of cash, equaling the sum of 3,000 dollars. He closes his suit case, and then throws the money down to the Receptionist...who eyes it, and then lifts it to check it. She counts the exact amount, and with a smile...begins writeing up a contract.::
Receptionist: I'm sorry for my attitude before. Sometimes we have guests that can not quite pay off their balance...I wanted to make sure we did'nt have one of those situations..
Man: Oh that's quite alright.....it's expected of a bitch.
::The man signs the contract without reading it, and then looks back to the woman. Her mouth is slack jawed, and she now has a scowol in her eyes. She throws the key up on the counter in an angry fashion, and snubs him as she tries to make out like she's busy. He smiles sarcasticlly again, turning towards the elevator, and going to his room. He steps off at the 9th floor of the 10 floor building, and finds the room number imprinted upon his key. He looks the door over cautiously, and then slides the key down the electronic lock. He then enters, closeing the door behind him. He steps into what is known as the sitting area, and reviews the lay out. There is a minnie bar over in the corner, a big screen TV in front of the couch, a kitchen area, a dineing area, and a large bedroom suite, with a whirl pool bath. He smiles at his lavish surroundings, and slowly makes his way to the minnie bar. He jerks down a bottle of Jack Daniels, and steps over to the couch, flopping down lazily. He looks over his surroundings once more, and with a smirk, takes the controls in his hands to the Big Screen TV. He turns it on, and flips the channels untill finding the station carrying the GWA. There on his screen is Johnny Storm, speaking with Ross Bobby...in what appeared to be a Truck Stop. A shit eating grin comes across the man's face, as he nods in delight.::
Man: Oh Johnathon...how far we come when everything is taken from us. your money now belongs to me...
::The man looks over to his suitcases...::
Man: And soon Johnny Storm.....so will your life!
::The figure laughs loudly over the blareing television, as he pushes the Jack Daniels up to his lips and turns it up.::
The End
Not F*cking Likely!