Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 6:40:53 GMT
AUGUST 15th, 2001
TORONTO, CANADA
AIR CANADA CENTRE
AIR TIME: 2:11p.m.
::Johnny Storm had drove up in his rental car that he aquired after dropping his limo. He had parked on the outside of the clearance gate, and was now powerwalking towards the double doors leading form the Parking Area into the building. His mind was a blur as he rampaged down the corriador he was in, looking for the reporter's offices. He was pissed....and you could tell by the step in his walk. He rounded the corner, and bumped right into Ross Bobby, who bounces backwards and down to the concrete. Ross looks up and with a trembeling voice starts to apologize. Storm without giveing him time to do so, jerks Ross back onto his feet..and then drags him down the hallway by the collar of his shirt. Upon reaching the room he wishes to enter, he pushes the door open, and throws Ross Bobby through it. Ross stumbles forward, and then tries to turn around in objection, but is shoved down into a seat instead. Storm flips on the light switch, slams the door shut, and then with a menacing glance, points to the computer system in front of Ross.::
Johnny Storm: Find the footage of the first match between Doomsday and I.
Ross Bobby: What...What for?
Johnny Storm: Just do it Ross!
::Storm sneers in disgust at Ross' questions, and then turns away watching the door. Ross Bobby turns in the swivel chair, and begins typeing something into the computer. There is silence for a moment as the computer makes the sounds of booting something up. It does'nt take long to hear the sounds of a GWA match takeing place. Storm turns to look at the screen, and he see's a vision of himself....faceing the monster that was Doomsday. Storm steps over behind Ross, and watches on with a sneer.::
Johnny Storm: Edit this footage. I only need the end of the match to make my point. I want after the match footage too. Meet me in the production truck once you've edited what you need. Bring your camera or a crew, cause I need to address this b!tch!
::Ross nods as Storm exits the room. Ross continues his work upon the footage, untill finally transfering what he needs to a blank CD. He smiles at the CD, and then hurridley heads towards his office within the building. Upon arriveing here, he gathers up his tape recorder, his camera, and his note pad. He then hurridley makes his way down the hallway to the outside area where the production trailor has been parked. He enters it, where Johnny Storm is sitting in a chair across from one of the production crew members. He nods with a smile on his face as Ross presents the CD to Storm. Storm then hands it over to the crew member, who cues it up in one of the sophisticated pieces of Television Machinery. Storm leans back, as Ross Bobby sets up his camera and tools for a great interview. Once ready, Ross gives him a signal to go ahead.::
Johnny Storm: You know what Doomsday...I noticed your little rant. So that's what it's all about eh? The Rant? You unoriginal f*ck. With every opponent it's the same thing. You wait for them to reply to your assanine statements, and then you feed off of every word they say, makeing up a reply to it. You say that I have Selective Memory Mr. Doomsday. Now that is funny...cause it appears to me and the record books that you are the one with that psychological profile. You see...I did beat the hell out of you with a steel chair last time we faced each other....but the point is...I did it after the match. As you will see in this footage. Roll it chuck!
::Chuck the productionist clicks a few buttons, and before you know it there is a shot of Johnny Storm & Doomsday slugging it out in their last contest against each other.::
Gaines: JESUS!!! STORM JUST LEFT HIS FEET SENDING BOTH FEET INTO DOOMSDAY'S KNEECAP!!! The knee is not supposed to bend like that Tyrone!
Tranza: No sh!t!! Doomsday ritheing in agony now holding that knee.....and look at my boy Storm! He's going right for the kill!
Gaines: Storm dragging Doomsday by that injured leg over to the ropes....he's placeing it on the bottom rope...he jumps high in the air....and OH! Drives his butt right down on Doomsday's Knee....HE DOES IT AGAIN!!!
Tranza: Storm pulls Doomsday to his feet....and he's stomping away at that knee. Doomsday useing the ropes for support. Storm goes to throw Doomsday....but Doomsday hit's the mat....he Can't Even Stand!!!
Gaines: Storm picks up the leg now....Drives a hard Elbow Drop into it! Pulls it up...and again with an elbow drop down into the knee! Doomsday is really trying to pull free now. You have to think that leg may be broken!
Tranza: Well if it's not....Storm's going to now...He's got him set up....he rounds around that leg....FANTASTIC FIGURE FOUR!!! IT'S LOCKED IN!!! DOOMSDAY FIGHTING FOR LEVERAGE!!!
Gaines: DOOMSDAY IS TAPPING!!! The ref calling for the bell......DAMN IT STORM WON'T RELEASE THE HOLD!! Security from the back now has hit the ring! They're pulling at Storm who is holding onto Doomsday's leg for dear life! Rearing back on that injured leg even more!!!
Tranza: Storm finally releasing the hold now...I told you Gaines! Was there ever any doubt? Where's he going now?
::Doomsday is layed out on the mat, as Storm exits the ring hastily. He jerks a chair up from the time keeper, and stalks back towards the ring. He slides it in, and crawls in after it jerking it from the mat into his hands. He slides Doomsday's massive leg into the chair, and begins stomping away at the chair that is grinding Doomsday's knee. Storm ascends the ropes to the top, and jumps off bringing both feet down ontop of the chair. The bone chilling crack of bone snapping is heard, as Storm steps off of the leg. Fans grimmace as Storm relentlessly stomps away at the injured knee still in the confines of the chair. Storm then slides out of the ring, and searches for something else in under the ring.::
Gaines: What is that Storm has in his hand!!
Tranza: I don't know....but it's sure to hurt that Big Suckah in the ring!
::Storm slides into the ring with the new device, and holds it to Doomsday's body. He pushes in a button at the top of the device, and electricity visiably jumps from the object to Doomsday! Doomsday convulses, but unlike the tasor it is not released untill the fumes of burning flesh fill the arena, and steam comes from the orfaces of Doomsday's body. Storm grabs a mic as he drops down out of the ring with his new weapon.::
Johnny Storm: What better way to take care of a cow...than with a cattle prod!!
::Storm Drops the mic as Doomsday continues his convulsions. The scene fades to black, and the camera comes back onto the Storm of the here and now who has a shit eating grin from ear to ear.::
Johnny Storm: You see Doomsday.....I just happen to keep a record of all my matches...and I was watching ours last night..and then I saw your promo...and it made me scoff. This match took place on September 20, 2000. Just last year...but long enough for me to realize that people change. You've changed Doomsday. You've even held a few championships here in the GWA! That's all good and dandy. But I noticed...sitting there watching your rant...that you had to bring up your past glories. Over 20 championships all over eh?
::Storm leans down in the seat, and reaches into a duffle bag that Ross had not noticed before just now. He pulls out the TCWF World Heavyweight Championship setting it up on the table. He then reaches down and pulls out a ECWF World Heavyweight Championship. He sets both belts up on the table in front of him, and sits there with a smirk on his face.::
Johnny Storm: You know Doomsday...everyone has past accomplishments. We all come from somewhere else, where we were on top. (Holds up the ECWF Heavyweight belt) You see this was the first belt I ever won Doomsday. I did'nt want the under card belts...I wanted this one...that held the title of world. But like most feds out there.....it failed. (throws the championship down, and picks up the TCWF belt) Now for those out there who did'nt know, The Total Carnage Wrestling Federation and the Survival Wrestling Federation had a bit of a rateings war against each other for quite sometime on the IWO top 1000 efeds for the number 1 spot. I held this belt here more times than I'ld like to say...and when the TCWF finally went under, and the SWA took that number one spot for good...I said if you can't beat them...join them. That's when I became a Survivor.....and later on a Gladiator. My career has never been better since that point....because quite frankly the competition is no better anywhere else....of coarse with the exception of you and your group. (drops the title back to the table.) But you see...The point behind this trip down memory lane is this....
::With anger filled eyes and tensed muscles...Storm tears his hand through the air swipeing the belts from the table. His eyes blaze as he gets into the picture of the camera, and spits through gritted teeth.::
Johnny Storm: THEY DON'T F*CKING MATTER! TCWF...ECWF...Any of your past Feds...THEY DON'T MATTER! THE PAST IS THE PAST!!! It does'nt even matter that I beat you all the way back then...but I did.. and I believe that it does matter to you Doomsday. So that's why I brought it up. You see, it's the man you see before you today that's stepping into that ring with you...not the man that beat your ass once before. Although we are the same, today I am different. Today I will go one step further than what he did. Then I destroyed you after the match just for the hell of it! Today I will destroy you after our match....just because I have to!
It's not a matter of want, and hate, or even the Maximus Championship. It's the need! Here...(pokes at his chest symbolizing his heart). Here is where it is needed. I have to win...and I have to get ahead. And if going through you is what I have to do to prove that I'm ready to move on to bigger and better things...then that is EXACTLY what I will do! You hold the advantage over me Doomsday! You are taller...you are stronger...but the one thing that you are'nt, is exactly what you need to beat me! And that is you are not better! And that will cause the outcome of this match, to be the same as the last match. My win, your loss.
You lack what it takes Jim Drakestone. You lack the character, the gumption...HELL you lack the GOD GIVEN TALENT...to even try and step into the ring with me. You can boast...you can gloat....you can bring up the past championships even though they have no point.....and you can say what you want....but you have yet to beat me. However that's something that I can not say about you. Doomsday you and your BOV can live in denial. Hell you can do what ever you want, say whatever you want. Talk about your championships. Talk about how many men you've beaten. Talk about takeing my soul. Talk about every other sentence that I said against you cause you can't think of anything original...but you remind me of one thing. Something I've alluded to before in the GWA about another competitor. And althought Doomsday you can not compare to him in the ring......in front of a camera your just like him....the Same Useless shit pouring out of the same useless mouth......and Open F*cking Book!
Johnny Storm: So Doomsday, take this as what you will. There's not much left to be said to you or about you other than you are deludeing yourself and your group if you think you are walking out of that building with a victory!
Now, in regards to your little band of b!tches...shut the f*ck up. They are exactly the same as you in the open book department if not worse. You say that Doom is a better wrestler than I, and you even went on to state that he beat Tyler Russell. I might consider that if Doom had'nt got his ass handed back to him by Tyler Russell at a later date. Plus the fact that Doom has never faced me...so that assumption is as ignorant as you saying you can beat me. See where I'm going with it. Anytime Doom want's a shot at me...I'll beat his big 7 foot ass too. But of coarse not till I get done with your ass first.
Jim "The Icon" Daher.......my only question is why he put the word "Icon" in his name? He has been on the recieving end of ass beating after ass beating, and now that he's actually picked up a victory for a championship, he's struggleing just to keep it from week to week. Yet from the time that I've first seen him..he's called himself the Icon. I have to wonder why though? Cause he has'nt done a God Damn thing Iconic yet! So untill he does do something Iconic......then why dont you guys shut the fuck up about him being the best...cause I'll just have to drop a few pounds off of my already Fantastic body, and beat his ass just to prove who the REAL Icon is!
"The Big Deal" Bedlam....as I said once before....BIG DEAL! Correct me if I'm wrong....but did he not lose to TQ Smooth? Our Opponent? So by useing your calculation of how to measure the skill of a man....then if I not only beat your ass in this match, but I beat TQ Smooth's ass..then I can beat Bedlam's ass as well.....well that's enlightening...but I ask again...why would I want to wrestle a hippo when I'm being forced to wrestle a cow already! (shrugs shoulders) No explanation.....I thought so.
Now...I think that I've ranted about you boys long enough. The best way for me to describe what I think of you is in the form of a hand signal, and can best be administered by extending your middle finger to the camera....so without further adou..here ya go!
Johnny Storm: So now that I've said all that I can about them, I might as well mention TQ Smooth. Your undefeated in the GWA, and I commend that effort. You have'nt spoken a word in response to either of your opponents slandor. I respect that. You have every intention of stepping in that ring, and walking out still undefeated. I can even respect that. But I'll tell you this much kid...you won't. No matter what you want to think..or what anyone else want's to think. I will win this match, and I will do whatever it takes to do it. This is in no way an excuse for you not to try. This is just a fact. There isn't enough talent in the ring to put me down between you and Doomsday combined. One of you is going to be hurt....one of you is going to be laid out so I can get the pin over the other one. Rest assured, that the both of you will never be the same again after this. The best you can hope to do here TQ Smooth is learn. Learn what it takes to be the Main Event around here. The man without question....although the wrestlers don't want to admit it. The man at any given point could step into the ring with any of them, and pull off the "upset". I don't call them upset's Mr. Smooth....I call them victories...simple as that. So when you get in the ring...and your knee's start shakeing...and your eyes bulge out of your head at the sight of me...I'll understand...cause I've been there before. The difference between me and you however is.....that I perservered....and you will not.
Now the point of this little rant was'nt to try and scare anyone, cause quite frankly I don't need to. The point of this little rant was not in anyway me trying to piss anyone off....well...maybe it was but what can you do.
::Storm assumes a sarcastic grin, and Ross Bobby eyes him as he resumes to talking.::
Johnny Storm: The point is...I don't care what you guys want to happen..I'm looking at what is going to happen! There is a difference, and you will be taught that difference at Insurrection.....good day gentlemen..cause quite frankly I don't have anything left to say to either of you untill we're in the ring.
Now Silver...when I first came back to the GWA I made a statement. I liked you. I liked the way you handled buisness. I liked the way you handled yourself in the ring. I even liked the way you handled Fury...although now it isn't quite as funny. But then you had to ruin my pereception of you. You...gave Commissioner English the power to fire me....so that you could try and get in her panties. How patheticly drab. I thought there woudl be a better reason than that...(flashes a smile to the camera)...but the point of this shout out is this....Silver you are just like all the rest of the idiot's on the roster. I was wrong about you...cause I thought maybe you had some ambition to be something better...but I see now that you are just a nobody. Now...I noticed Cat's blurred outline in the background of your office as Ross was leaving you....
::Storm delivers a crooked smile....looking to Ross who's eyes widen. He begins sifting through his reports of the Interview with President Silver.::
Ross Bobby: Whe..Where?
Johnny Storm: Don't worry Ross...she was there. I would reckognize that body anywhere...*Storm winks to the camera as if there is an unseen gesture in it.). You better watch out Silver....that is one kitty who has a set of claws. A set of claws that can sink into me anytime...but a set of claws non the less. Silver...your just another victom of people who have more power than you, and more control over you. So why even bother. Think about it...
And that Ross...conducts this interview. I'm bored with talking about the bastards of the GWA, and I have a lunch date with Fury in like ten minuetes...so go somewhere else, and find a story! I'm out!
::Storm starts to get up as Ross still searches through his President Silver notes. Storm exits the truck, and smuggly walks towards his car where it is parked outside the Parking Gate to the arena.::
AUGUST 16th, 2001
TORONTO, CANADA
MAPLE LEAF LANE APARTMENTS
TEA & CRUMPETT'S: 12:35a.m.
::Johnny Storm had stopped at the building cause he knew who was staying here. Walking the halls untill finally finding the apartment number. Steven Fury & He had a lunch in Upstate NY....and it was quite eventfull. He learned news about some of the other officials of the GWA...not that any of them mattered. He had just now gotten back toToronto, and Steven had heard that a certain person was staying at the Maple Leaf Lane Apartments. Storm of coarse had to come by and pay them a visit. Storm rested his knuckles upon the door three times, and the sound of a female voice heading towards the knocks. The door swings open, and standing in the doorway is a scantly clad Shelly English.::
::At the sight of Storm, she pulls her pink lacey robe over her bountiful boussom, and ties the pink rope around so that it won't fall back apart. A scowol crosses her face, as she holds her cordless phone in one hand, and leans against the doorway blocking the passage inside with the other. Storm flashes her a crooked smile, and shrugs his shoulders as if to stretch them. He then non-shalantly takes the phone out of her hand, and steps forward pushing her hand out of the way, stepping into the apartment. He lifts the phone to his ear, as Shelly looks on in dismay.::
Johnny Storm: She'll have to call you back. She's busy.
::Storm then clicks the off button on the phone causeing her lip to curl in anger. She stares at him as if he were crazy, slamming the door behind her...placeing her hands on her beautiful hipps. In an unamused voice, she callosly asks him his buisness::
Shelly English: What the hell are you doing here?
Johnny Storm: I thought that I would stop by and see how you were doing...you know my conern.
::Storm flashes her another smile hopeing to melt her, but her Icy stare is all that he recieves.::
Shelly English: Well then another question...who the hell do you think you are stepping into my private quarters?
Johnny Storm: Well I'm Johnny Storm...and you are Shelly English. Is it alright if I call you Shelly?
Shelly English: No! You can call me Commishioner English, Mrs. English, Commish..or if you must even English. My first name is reserved for people on a more personal level..
Johnny Storm: Ah....I see. So Nikki Silver is one of those on a personal level?
Shelly English: Well...Yes. Nikki calls me by my first name...we recently became.....friends!
Johnny Storm: Friends? I thought it was more like...
::Storm cuts himself off in midsentence and instead follows it with a smirk. English's eyes flare up, as she stalks towards him throwing her hand out to connect with his face. Instead Storm catches her arm around the wrist...and Pulls her close up to his body...Storm looks down with a meek smile, and then back to English who seems enraged.::
Johnny Storm: Is this not a little more appropriate for the two of us...you know you want it..Shelly.
Shelly English: To what do you refer to Mr. Storm? I hope that you are'nt talking about something sexual....cause Runner may have given you a new contract, but that's still Sexual Harrassment!
Johnny Storm: (with a chuckle in his voice) Sexual Harrassment? On who's part?
Shelly English: (rolling her eyes) I think you know...
::Storms smiles, sticking his tongue out and running it up her kneck...Shelly English's eyes shoot open in surprise and she reaches to slap him with the other hand, but Storm catches it as well. Storm recovers with a smile, holding her hands up above her had with one hand...placeing his other hand on her hipp..pulling her forward to press up against him.::
Johnny Storm: Does Nikki do it for you as much as I do sweety? Tell the truth...
::Shelly English looks angrily back into Johnny Storm's soft eyes & opens her mouth to respond to the question...but instead recieves a mouth full of Johnny Storm's tongue. Her eyes almost seem to bulge out of her head, and she struggles to free herself from his grip..but slowly but surely...her eyes begin to close..her bottom lip carressing his own. Storm releases his grip on Shelly English's wrists, and she places them around his waist, pulling him closer to her....running one hand up his back, and running it through his jet black hair. Their lips slowly part with English retaining a sucking motion on Storm's tongue...::
Johnny Storm: (whispers)...I knew you wanted it from the first time I saw you...
::Shelly English bites her bottom lip...looking him back in his eyes....and then without warning she pushes him away from her. Her breathing increased....pulling her half open robe back around her from where Storm had helped her open it again. Her eye's stare blankly at Storm for a moment...and then she whipes her mouth with disgust. She points to the door, and in a shakey voice moves to speak.::
Shelly English: Get Out!
::Storm studies her face, and her eyes don't completely focus on him. He cocks his head to the side, and moves to get in her line of sight again....She then looks directly at him, her eyes now back to the icecold stare.::
Shelly English: GO!
::Storm smiles, and shrugs his shoulders in a non shalant manor. He then turns away from her, heading towards the door. She comes to stand behind him, ready to slam the door in his face....and then she curls her lip into a sneer.::
Shelly English: Oh yeah...and Storm...
::Storm turns around with a half cocked smile, but it quickly receeds after the next action from Shelly English. Shelly rares back as he turns, and open handedly paintbrushes his cheek causeing his head to turn completely away from her. He looks up to her in dismay...as he backs out the door. She looks on through gritted teeth...He opens his mouth to say something, but before a sound can come...she slams the door in his face. Storm stands in awe of what just transpired, and turns to go back to his car. Through the door..Shelly English leans against the other side, clutching her pink lacey robe up in her hand around her chest. Her eyes have returned to that of longing...and a tear drop rolls down her face.::
Shelly English: (in under her breath) God Damn him...
THE END
NOT F*CKING LIKELY!
TORONTO, CANADA
AIR CANADA CENTRE
AIR TIME: 2:11p.m.
::Johnny Storm had drove up in his rental car that he aquired after dropping his limo. He had parked on the outside of the clearance gate, and was now powerwalking towards the double doors leading form the Parking Area into the building. His mind was a blur as he rampaged down the corriador he was in, looking for the reporter's offices. He was pissed....and you could tell by the step in his walk. He rounded the corner, and bumped right into Ross Bobby, who bounces backwards and down to the concrete. Ross looks up and with a trembeling voice starts to apologize. Storm without giveing him time to do so, jerks Ross back onto his feet..and then drags him down the hallway by the collar of his shirt. Upon reaching the room he wishes to enter, he pushes the door open, and throws Ross Bobby through it. Ross stumbles forward, and then tries to turn around in objection, but is shoved down into a seat instead. Storm flips on the light switch, slams the door shut, and then with a menacing glance, points to the computer system in front of Ross.::
Johnny Storm: Find the footage of the first match between Doomsday and I.
Ross Bobby: What...What for?
Johnny Storm: Just do it Ross!
::Storm sneers in disgust at Ross' questions, and then turns away watching the door. Ross Bobby turns in the swivel chair, and begins typeing something into the computer. There is silence for a moment as the computer makes the sounds of booting something up. It does'nt take long to hear the sounds of a GWA match takeing place. Storm turns to look at the screen, and he see's a vision of himself....faceing the monster that was Doomsday. Storm steps over behind Ross, and watches on with a sneer.::
Johnny Storm: Edit this footage. I only need the end of the match to make my point. I want after the match footage too. Meet me in the production truck once you've edited what you need. Bring your camera or a crew, cause I need to address this b!tch!
::Ross nods as Storm exits the room. Ross continues his work upon the footage, untill finally transfering what he needs to a blank CD. He smiles at the CD, and then hurridley heads towards his office within the building. Upon arriveing here, he gathers up his tape recorder, his camera, and his note pad. He then hurridley makes his way down the hallway to the outside area where the production trailor has been parked. He enters it, where Johnny Storm is sitting in a chair across from one of the production crew members. He nods with a smile on his face as Ross presents the CD to Storm. Storm then hands it over to the crew member, who cues it up in one of the sophisticated pieces of Television Machinery. Storm leans back, as Ross Bobby sets up his camera and tools for a great interview. Once ready, Ross gives him a signal to go ahead.::
Johnny Storm: You know what Doomsday...I noticed your little rant. So that's what it's all about eh? The Rant? You unoriginal f*ck. With every opponent it's the same thing. You wait for them to reply to your assanine statements, and then you feed off of every word they say, makeing up a reply to it. You say that I have Selective Memory Mr. Doomsday. Now that is funny...cause it appears to me and the record books that you are the one with that psychological profile. You see...I did beat the hell out of you with a steel chair last time we faced each other....but the point is...I did it after the match. As you will see in this footage. Roll it chuck!
::Chuck the productionist clicks a few buttons, and before you know it there is a shot of Johnny Storm & Doomsday slugging it out in their last contest against each other.::
Gaines: JESUS!!! STORM JUST LEFT HIS FEET SENDING BOTH FEET INTO DOOMSDAY'S KNEECAP!!! The knee is not supposed to bend like that Tyrone!
Tranza: No sh!t!! Doomsday ritheing in agony now holding that knee.....and look at my boy Storm! He's going right for the kill!
Gaines: Storm dragging Doomsday by that injured leg over to the ropes....he's placeing it on the bottom rope...he jumps high in the air....and OH! Drives his butt right down on Doomsday's Knee....HE DOES IT AGAIN!!!
Tranza: Storm pulls Doomsday to his feet....and he's stomping away at that knee. Doomsday useing the ropes for support. Storm goes to throw Doomsday....but Doomsday hit's the mat....he Can't Even Stand!!!
Gaines: Storm picks up the leg now....Drives a hard Elbow Drop into it! Pulls it up...and again with an elbow drop down into the knee! Doomsday is really trying to pull free now. You have to think that leg may be broken!
Tranza: Well if it's not....Storm's going to now...He's got him set up....he rounds around that leg....FANTASTIC FIGURE FOUR!!! IT'S LOCKED IN!!! DOOMSDAY FIGHTING FOR LEVERAGE!!!
Gaines: DOOMSDAY IS TAPPING!!! The ref calling for the bell......DAMN IT STORM WON'T RELEASE THE HOLD!! Security from the back now has hit the ring! They're pulling at Storm who is holding onto Doomsday's leg for dear life! Rearing back on that injured leg even more!!!
Tranza: Storm finally releasing the hold now...I told you Gaines! Was there ever any doubt? Where's he going now?
::Doomsday is layed out on the mat, as Storm exits the ring hastily. He jerks a chair up from the time keeper, and stalks back towards the ring. He slides it in, and crawls in after it jerking it from the mat into his hands. He slides Doomsday's massive leg into the chair, and begins stomping away at the chair that is grinding Doomsday's knee. Storm ascends the ropes to the top, and jumps off bringing both feet down ontop of the chair. The bone chilling crack of bone snapping is heard, as Storm steps off of the leg. Fans grimmace as Storm relentlessly stomps away at the injured knee still in the confines of the chair. Storm then slides out of the ring, and searches for something else in under the ring.::
Gaines: What is that Storm has in his hand!!
Tranza: I don't know....but it's sure to hurt that Big Suckah in the ring!
::Storm slides into the ring with the new device, and holds it to Doomsday's body. He pushes in a button at the top of the device, and electricity visiably jumps from the object to Doomsday! Doomsday convulses, but unlike the tasor it is not released untill the fumes of burning flesh fill the arena, and steam comes from the orfaces of Doomsday's body. Storm grabs a mic as he drops down out of the ring with his new weapon.::
Johnny Storm: What better way to take care of a cow...than with a cattle prod!!
::Storm Drops the mic as Doomsday continues his convulsions. The scene fades to black, and the camera comes back onto the Storm of the here and now who has a shit eating grin from ear to ear.::
Johnny Storm: You see Doomsday.....I just happen to keep a record of all my matches...and I was watching ours last night..and then I saw your promo...and it made me scoff. This match took place on September 20, 2000. Just last year...but long enough for me to realize that people change. You've changed Doomsday. You've even held a few championships here in the GWA! That's all good and dandy. But I noticed...sitting there watching your rant...that you had to bring up your past glories. Over 20 championships all over eh?
::Storm leans down in the seat, and reaches into a duffle bag that Ross had not noticed before just now. He pulls out the TCWF World Heavyweight Championship setting it up on the table. He then reaches down and pulls out a ECWF World Heavyweight Championship. He sets both belts up on the table in front of him, and sits there with a smirk on his face.::
Johnny Storm: You know Doomsday...everyone has past accomplishments. We all come from somewhere else, where we were on top. (Holds up the ECWF Heavyweight belt) You see this was the first belt I ever won Doomsday. I did'nt want the under card belts...I wanted this one...that held the title of world. But like most feds out there.....it failed. (throws the championship down, and picks up the TCWF belt) Now for those out there who did'nt know, The Total Carnage Wrestling Federation and the Survival Wrestling Federation had a bit of a rateings war against each other for quite sometime on the IWO top 1000 efeds for the number 1 spot. I held this belt here more times than I'ld like to say...and when the TCWF finally went under, and the SWA took that number one spot for good...I said if you can't beat them...join them. That's when I became a Survivor.....and later on a Gladiator. My career has never been better since that point....because quite frankly the competition is no better anywhere else....of coarse with the exception of you and your group. (drops the title back to the table.) But you see...The point behind this trip down memory lane is this....
::With anger filled eyes and tensed muscles...Storm tears his hand through the air swipeing the belts from the table. His eyes blaze as he gets into the picture of the camera, and spits through gritted teeth.::
Johnny Storm: THEY DON'T F*CKING MATTER! TCWF...ECWF...Any of your past Feds...THEY DON'T MATTER! THE PAST IS THE PAST!!! It does'nt even matter that I beat you all the way back then...but I did.. and I believe that it does matter to you Doomsday. So that's why I brought it up. You see, it's the man you see before you today that's stepping into that ring with you...not the man that beat your ass once before. Although we are the same, today I am different. Today I will go one step further than what he did. Then I destroyed you after the match just for the hell of it! Today I will destroy you after our match....just because I have to!
It's not a matter of want, and hate, or even the Maximus Championship. It's the need! Here...(pokes at his chest symbolizing his heart). Here is where it is needed. I have to win...and I have to get ahead. And if going through you is what I have to do to prove that I'm ready to move on to bigger and better things...then that is EXACTLY what I will do! You hold the advantage over me Doomsday! You are taller...you are stronger...but the one thing that you are'nt, is exactly what you need to beat me! And that is you are not better! And that will cause the outcome of this match, to be the same as the last match. My win, your loss.
You lack what it takes Jim Drakestone. You lack the character, the gumption...HELL you lack the GOD GIVEN TALENT...to even try and step into the ring with me. You can boast...you can gloat....you can bring up the past championships even though they have no point.....and you can say what you want....but you have yet to beat me. However that's something that I can not say about you. Doomsday you and your BOV can live in denial. Hell you can do what ever you want, say whatever you want. Talk about your championships. Talk about how many men you've beaten. Talk about takeing my soul. Talk about every other sentence that I said against you cause you can't think of anything original...but you remind me of one thing. Something I've alluded to before in the GWA about another competitor. And althought Doomsday you can not compare to him in the ring......in front of a camera your just like him....the Same Useless shit pouring out of the same useless mouth......and Open F*cking Book!
Johnny Storm: So Doomsday, take this as what you will. There's not much left to be said to you or about you other than you are deludeing yourself and your group if you think you are walking out of that building with a victory!
Now, in regards to your little band of b!tches...shut the f*ck up. They are exactly the same as you in the open book department if not worse. You say that Doom is a better wrestler than I, and you even went on to state that he beat Tyler Russell. I might consider that if Doom had'nt got his ass handed back to him by Tyler Russell at a later date. Plus the fact that Doom has never faced me...so that assumption is as ignorant as you saying you can beat me. See where I'm going with it. Anytime Doom want's a shot at me...I'll beat his big 7 foot ass too. But of coarse not till I get done with your ass first.
Jim "The Icon" Daher.......my only question is why he put the word "Icon" in his name? He has been on the recieving end of ass beating after ass beating, and now that he's actually picked up a victory for a championship, he's struggleing just to keep it from week to week. Yet from the time that I've first seen him..he's called himself the Icon. I have to wonder why though? Cause he has'nt done a God Damn thing Iconic yet! So untill he does do something Iconic......then why dont you guys shut the fuck up about him being the best...cause I'll just have to drop a few pounds off of my already Fantastic body, and beat his ass just to prove who the REAL Icon is!
"The Big Deal" Bedlam....as I said once before....BIG DEAL! Correct me if I'm wrong....but did he not lose to TQ Smooth? Our Opponent? So by useing your calculation of how to measure the skill of a man....then if I not only beat your ass in this match, but I beat TQ Smooth's ass..then I can beat Bedlam's ass as well.....well that's enlightening...but I ask again...why would I want to wrestle a hippo when I'm being forced to wrestle a cow already! (shrugs shoulders) No explanation.....I thought so.
Now...I think that I've ranted about you boys long enough. The best way for me to describe what I think of you is in the form of a hand signal, and can best be administered by extending your middle finger to the camera....so without further adou..here ya go!
Johnny Storm: So now that I've said all that I can about them, I might as well mention TQ Smooth. Your undefeated in the GWA, and I commend that effort. You have'nt spoken a word in response to either of your opponents slandor. I respect that. You have every intention of stepping in that ring, and walking out still undefeated. I can even respect that. But I'll tell you this much kid...you won't. No matter what you want to think..or what anyone else want's to think. I will win this match, and I will do whatever it takes to do it. This is in no way an excuse for you not to try. This is just a fact. There isn't enough talent in the ring to put me down between you and Doomsday combined. One of you is going to be hurt....one of you is going to be laid out so I can get the pin over the other one. Rest assured, that the both of you will never be the same again after this. The best you can hope to do here TQ Smooth is learn. Learn what it takes to be the Main Event around here. The man without question....although the wrestlers don't want to admit it. The man at any given point could step into the ring with any of them, and pull off the "upset". I don't call them upset's Mr. Smooth....I call them victories...simple as that. So when you get in the ring...and your knee's start shakeing...and your eyes bulge out of your head at the sight of me...I'll understand...cause I've been there before. The difference between me and you however is.....that I perservered....and you will not.
Now the point of this little rant was'nt to try and scare anyone, cause quite frankly I don't need to. The point of this little rant was not in anyway me trying to piss anyone off....well...maybe it was but what can you do.
::Storm assumes a sarcastic grin, and Ross Bobby eyes him as he resumes to talking.::
Johnny Storm: The point is...I don't care what you guys want to happen..I'm looking at what is going to happen! There is a difference, and you will be taught that difference at Insurrection.....good day gentlemen..cause quite frankly I don't have anything left to say to either of you untill we're in the ring.
Now Silver...when I first came back to the GWA I made a statement. I liked you. I liked the way you handled buisness. I liked the way you handled yourself in the ring. I even liked the way you handled Fury...although now it isn't quite as funny. But then you had to ruin my pereception of you. You...gave Commissioner English the power to fire me....so that you could try and get in her panties. How patheticly drab. I thought there woudl be a better reason than that...(flashes a smile to the camera)...but the point of this shout out is this....Silver you are just like all the rest of the idiot's on the roster. I was wrong about you...cause I thought maybe you had some ambition to be something better...but I see now that you are just a nobody. Now...I noticed Cat's blurred outline in the background of your office as Ross was leaving you....
::Storm delivers a crooked smile....looking to Ross who's eyes widen. He begins sifting through his reports of the Interview with President Silver.::
Ross Bobby: Whe..Where?
Johnny Storm: Don't worry Ross...she was there. I would reckognize that body anywhere...*Storm winks to the camera as if there is an unseen gesture in it.). You better watch out Silver....that is one kitty who has a set of claws. A set of claws that can sink into me anytime...but a set of claws non the less. Silver...your just another victom of people who have more power than you, and more control over you. So why even bother. Think about it...
And that Ross...conducts this interview. I'm bored with talking about the bastards of the GWA, and I have a lunch date with Fury in like ten minuetes...so go somewhere else, and find a story! I'm out!
::Storm starts to get up as Ross still searches through his President Silver notes. Storm exits the truck, and smuggly walks towards his car where it is parked outside the Parking Gate to the arena.::
AUGUST 16th, 2001
TORONTO, CANADA
MAPLE LEAF LANE APARTMENTS
TEA & CRUMPETT'S: 12:35a.m.
::Johnny Storm had stopped at the building cause he knew who was staying here. Walking the halls untill finally finding the apartment number. Steven Fury & He had a lunch in Upstate NY....and it was quite eventfull. He learned news about some of the other officials of the GWA...not that any of them mattered. He had just now gotten back toToronto, and Steven had heard that a certain person was staying at the Maple Leaf Lane Apartments. Storm of coarse had to come by and pay them a visit. Storm rested his knuckles upon the door three times, and the sound of a female voice heading towards the knocks. The door swings open, and standing in the doorway is a scantly clad Shelly English.::
::At the sight of Storm, she pulls her pink lacey robe over her bountiful boussom, and ties the pink rope around so that it won't fall back apart. A scowol crosses her face, as she holds her cordless phone in one hand, and leans against the doorway blocking the passage inside with the other. Storm flashes her a crooked smile, and shrugs his shoulders as if to stretch them. He then non-shalantly takes the phone out of her hand, and steps forward pushing her hand out of the way, stepping into the apartment. He lifts the phone to his ear, as Shelly looks on in dismay.::
Johnny Storm: She'll have to call you back. She's busy.
::Storm then clicks the off button on the phone causeing her lip to curl in anger. She stares at him as if he were crazy, slamming the door behind her...placeing her hands on her beautiful hipps. In an unamused voice, she callosly asks him his buisness::
Shelly English: What the hell are you doing here?
Johnny Storm: I thought that I would stop by and see how you were doing...you know my conern.
::Storm flashes her another smile hopeing to melt her, but her Icy stare is all that he recieves.::
Shelly English: Well then another question...who the hell do you think you are stepping into my private quarters?
Johnny Storm: Well I'm Johnny Storm...and you are Shelly English. Is it alright if I call you Shelly?
Shelly English: No! You can call me Commishioner English, Mrs. English, Commish..or if you must even English. My first name is reserved for people on a more personal level..
Johnny Storm: Ah....I see. So Nikki Silver is one of those on a personal level?
Shelly English: Well...Yes. Nikki calls me by my first name...we recently became.....friends!
Johnny Storm: Friends? I thought it was more like...
::Storm cuts himself off in midsentence and instead follows it with a smirk. English's eyes flare up, as she stalks towards him throwing her hand out to connect with his face. Instead Storm catches her arm around the wrist...and Pulls her close up to his body...Storm looks down with a meek smile, and then back to English who seems enraged.::
Johnny Storm: Is this not a little more appropriate for the two of us...you know you want it..Shelly.
Shelly English: To what do you refer to Mr. Storm? I hope that you are'nt talking about something sexual....cause Runner may have given you a new contract, but that's still Sexual Harrassment!
Johnny Storm: (with a chuckle in his voice) Sexual Harrassment? On who's part?
Shelly English: (rolling her eyes) I think you know...
::Storms smiles, sticking his tongue out and running it up her kneck...Shelly English's eyes shoot open in surprise and she reaches to slap him with the other hand, but Storm catches it as well. Storm recovers with a smile, holding her hands up above her had with one hand...placeing his other hand on her hipp..pulling her forward to press up against him.::
Johnny Storm: Does Nikki do it for you as much as I do sweety? Tell the truth...
::Shelly English looks angrily back into Johnny Storm's soft eyes & opens her mouth to respond to the question...but instead recieves a mouth full of Johnny Storm's tongue. Her eyes almost seem to bulge out of her head, and she struggles to free herself from his grip..but slowly but surely...her eyes begin to close..her bottom lip carressing his own. Storm releases his grip on Shelly English's wrists, and she places them around his waist, pulling him closer to her....running one hand up his back, and running it through his jet black hair. Their lips slowly part with English retaining a sucking motion on Storm's tongue...::
Johnny Storm: (whispers)...I knew you wanted it from the first time I saw you...
::Shelly English bites her bottom lip...looking him back in his eyes....and then without warning she pushes him away from her. Her breathing increased....pulling her half open robe back around her from where Storm had helped her open it again. Her eye's stare blankly at Storm for a moment...and then she whipes her mouth with disgust. She points to the door, and in a shakey voice moves to speak.::
Shelly English: Get Out!
::Storm studies her face, and her eyes don't completely focus on him. He cocks his head to the side, and moves to get in her line of sight again....She then looks directly at him, her eyes now back to the icecold stare.::
Shelly English: GO!
::Storm smiles, and shrugs his shoulders in a non shalant manor. He then turns away from her, heading towards the door. She comes to stand behind him, ready to slam the door in his face....and then she curls her lip into a sneer.::
Shelly English: Oh yeah...and Storm...
::Storm turns around with a half cocked smile, but it quickly receeds after the next action from Shelly English. Shelly rares back as he turns, and open handedly paintbrushes his cheek causeing his head to turn completely away from her. He looks up to her in dismay...as he backs out the door. She looks on through gritted teeth...He opens his mouth to say something, but before a sound can come...she slams the door in his face. Storm stands in awe of what just transpired, and turns to go back to his car. Through the door..Shelly English leans against the other side, clutching her pink lacey robe up in her hand around her chest. Her eyes have returned to that of longing...and a tear drop rolls down her face.::
Shelly English: (in under her breath) God Damn him...
THE END
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