Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 6:42:00 GMT
AUGUST 28th, 2001
VANCOVER, BC, CANADA
GWA FRONT OFFICES
MAXIMUM AMBITION: 2:00p.m.
::It had been awhile since Johnny Storm had addressed the world outside of the actual events held by the GWA. I guess there was no need to when all he was doing was getting the week off or takeing care of some of the trash of the GWA. Trash indeed. Splash Williams, Alan Rukas, Scott Payne.....The GWA's version of what you find in the toilet after a mexican gourmet. So I'm supposed to act as the Liquid Detergent that has to clean up after the worthless dirt & grime. Not that he would'nt enjoy beating the living hell out of another human being. Let alone three. These men were the virus that has plagued the GWA as of late. An infection that we can't seem to get rid of. Just consider "Mr. Fantastic" the ultimate antidote. The elixer that shall breathe life back into the GWA so that it may endure on past this lack of talent. And after that breath is given & taken, Storm will then persue his own lusts. Gold. He has a lust for this substance...that comes in the form of a belt. The Maximus Belt. The Gladiator Belt. Either of these would do nicely. However to get to one...you must obtain the other. Although possesion is nine tenth's of the law, he had to earn this honor. Who would he be faceing? Anton Rayge..Doomsday...Goliath. Does it really matter? Not to Johnny Storm. For the same reason it does'nt matter that he serves as the GWA street sweeper at Insurrection. Johnny Storm is a man...and he loses sometimes just like everyone else. Although I can assure you, that it does not happen often.
Upon returning and allieing himself with Steven Fury, the self appointed King of the GWA, life had been good as far as wrestling had went. When it came to the rest of his life..Landau, Luckman, & Lake had been of little use in the investigation on who had stole his money. The woman that he continued to unexplainably pine for, Commissioner Shelly English, would still not pay him any mind..and even worse still she was involved in helping Nikki Silver...the same scum as Storm was faceing on Wendsday, but with a certain amount of power in the back stage area because of his Presidential station. Johnny Storm had no need to worry however, thanks to a questionable judgement call made by the C.E.O. Chad Runner. Storm was his own president. He was his own damn employer, yet paid by the GWA.
Johnny Storm sat back into his leather chair awaiting his invited guest as he gazed out the window down to the Vancover streets of British Columbia, Canada. He smiled at the mahogany desk before him, and the finely furnished office that Steven Fury had offered him upon his loyalty. Storm had been working on his personal projects from here the week before the show in Minneapolis, MN. And yet he had a match comeing up, he still sat in this office, working towards and answer to the question; Who Has My Money? His mind was elsewhere when a buzz came to his multi-tap phone, and his attention was now thwarted. He pushed the button, and Julia his new secretary chimed in.::
Julia: Hello Mr. Storm, Chris D...Sir...SIR...You Can't Just Go In.....
::Suddenly the door to the office is kicked open, and Chris Damm appears in the doorway, his eyes wild with rage::
Chris Damm: Alright....Exactly who the f*ck do you think you are? Let's get one thing straight. You may have your trumped up little contract and all....but don't call on me like some lackey...got it? I only came down here to beat this point into that empty balloon on your neck...
::Storm remains in his seat with a somewhat cool smile, and stands to look at the young lady standing behind Damm trying to get through the doorway.::
Johnny Storm: Hey Julia....why don't you get Mr. Damm here some prosaic, and while your at it....make sure to get him a drink...You do like the hard stuff don't you Chris?
::The question is asked scoffingly, but Storm holds his hands up before anything else can be said, and continues calmly::
Johnny Storm: First off Chris....I did'nt call on you to do anything. I asked you. I have enough respect for that. Plus..I figured if you & I were to work together in this field..then perhaps we needed to get reaquainted, and perhaps even on better terms. As you once said, what happened between us was nothing personal. It happened for no reason other than to entertain fans.
Chris Damm: Yeah well, keep that smug look on your face, and I'll be doing this one for my own entertainment.(Turns to Julia) What is your deal? He told you to get me a drink!
::Damm stalks over to the desk, plopping himself down into one of the chairs. Putting his feet up on the desk, he leans back..a strange grin on his face.::
Chris Damm: Well then.....What did you ask me here for, buddy?
::Storm smiles but not of a sarcastic nature, but one of actual amusement. Damm not sure whether it be at the alcohol remark, or his arrogant nature.::
Johnny Storm: Chris....I know you don't think very much of me...and that's fine with me. I mean, no one does really. They just kind of except the fact that I'm not going anywhere. NO MATTER what you do, I keep on comeing back for more. Oh yeah, and by the way...I heard about the shooting...
::Storm sits down now more content with himself, and looks to Damm with a more serious face.::
Johnny Storm: I'm sorry....honestly. It's not the way any of us should go out. But to get to the point, (Storm throws a paper onto the desk) I heard you booked this...and I just wondered why?
::Damm's head loll's backwards as he stares at the ceiling. HIs fingertips tap the arms of the chair, drumming an unknown beat as he ponders the question::
Chris Damm: Doing a favor for Fury....figured I owed him a little legwork after busting in his office and picking a fight. There's other reasons of course....
::His head snaps forward, his eyes drilling holes into the back of Storm's skull::
Chris Damm: But you don't really think I'm going to tell you those....do you? And Please..spare me your little speeches, alright? (leans forward delivering his worst Johnny Storm expression) I'm not going anywhere...whatever you do....I'm like a bad penny, Chris....I always turn up. (Damm leans back in his chair returning to normal) You really need to stop believing that people actually give a shit about you one way or the other...
Johnny Storm: You can keep me in the dark if you want. You can even hate me if you feel there is something there that you need to hate. (Shrugs in his seat, his eyes shifting to Damm's) The fact is this, I'm going to win this match. I'm going to beat their asses actually. I just wondered if you had given that any thought....of why you would put these poor guys in a situation that they honestly can't get out of. I just thought perhaps we could actually have a conversation rather than this pointless...childish...and idiotic stare down. That time is in the past, and unless you come back to the GWA on the active roster, that's where it's going to stay...Sooooo...if you want to hate me, that's fine....plenty of people do.
::Julia returns with a tray...a bottle of scotch on one side, and an already poured glass on the other. She sets it down in front of Damm. Storm looks to Chriss with contemplation, and then in a more serious tone than before, he flashes his dark eyes towards Damm's::
Johnny Storm: So Chris...You've done so great for yourself. Speaking of people who are'nt wanted...How's Alexis?
::Damm twinges at the sound of the name, quickly rising up from his seat. Ignoring the glass, he picks up the bottle::
Chris Damm: I...I Know what you are going to do to them...
::Storm shakes his head almost sorry he had said it. He then stands up leaning against the desk.::
Johnny Storm: Listen Chris...We are'nt friends...but I never considered us enemies outside the ring either. Despite what you thought. You were probably the closest thing to real emotion that I've had. Fighting you was like fuel for me to keep going. But now...we don't need that fuel anymore. Maybe, just maybe, I can help you for a change...instead of trying to beat you.
::Storm reaches out for the bottle slightly, makeing sure to watch Damm's eyes. Damm looks down to Storm's hand resting on the bottle, then back at Storm::
Chris Damm: What is this? Intervention?
Johnny Storm: NO Chris...You don't need it. You've always been able to keep yourself level headed. You don't need help with this bottle. You need help where it counts. With someone who deserves your phone call....
::Storm flips the phone with his free hand onto the desk, and opens up a rolladex stopping at a number Damm knows all to well. Storm then looks to Damm.::
Johnny Storm: Now do you really want to talk to her with a mouth full of scotch Chris?
::Damm releases his hold on the bottle, looking around the office, feeling somewhat disoriented. Suddenly, it appears like he has no idea where he is. In the blink of an eye, the confusion is replaced by rage as Damm spins on his back foot, whipping his left hand around, his fist connecting on Storm's jaw. Storm's body flies backwards to rest into the confines of the leather seat behind the desk. Johnny reaches up to check his jaw from the powerful punch, and rubs it lightly. He whinces as the knot already forms at the spot where Damm had connected. He slightly moves to get up, looking over Damm's enraged facial expression. Storm spit some blood out onto the desk, but retains a serious, solomn look.::
Johnny Storm: Go ahead Chris. Do it again if it makes you feel so good....that's what your good at huh? Destorying things? THEN HIT ME AGAIN YOU SON OF A BITCH!! Go ahead...cause I'm through playing these wrestling games kid. I've done alot of things I'm not proud of, and I've thought long and hard about our little confrontation here...and that's why I'm not afraid, and Never will be Chris. So you do what you gotta do, but I'm not fighting back..and I am going to continue to try and help.
::Storm places a forceful finger into Chris Damm's chest, and grits his teeth as blood still pours::
Johnny Storm: She needs you Chris...and you need her. So stop being this hard ass towards everyone, and try haveing the guts to stand up to what your really afraid of. Her!
Chris Damm: I already have a shrink Johnny Boy. Why don't you do me...and especially yourself...a favor, and keep your nose out of my buisness before I plant it in the back of your head.
::Damm grab's Storm's finger, wrenching it, along with the rest over his arm, at an awkward angle. The strain on his joints pushes Storm slightly off balance...Damm letting go before he falls::
Chris Damm: You don't know the first thing about pain, Storm. Now unless you want to take a trip down memory lane..I suggest you keep this on a professional level
::Damm leans in, his face barely a few centimeters from Storm's::
Chris Damm: Do you get me? You want to know why, Johnny? Why I put these guys in a losing situation? Fine...I'll tell you...if it'll stop those gums from flapping.
::Before Damm can go further, Storm smiles, releasing blood right onto Damm's shirt::
Johnny Storm: Do what you want to Chris. It's your life....so what do you want me to do about your three boys your handing over to me. Just beat them, or end them?
Chris Damm: It's time to send a message. It's time for people to wake up and realize we are'nt just playing some F*cking game here. I put you in this match to make sure the job was done right...
Johnny Storm: (Storm nods) Well then lets stop playing games. I'll give you one hell of a show, simple as that. But since we're not playing games...why don't you take this with you.
::Storm lifts the rolla-dex, closeing it slightly but leaving it open just enough to that page, and hands it over to Damm with a sincere glance. Damm takes the piece of paper, stuffing it into a pocket.::
Chris Damm: What was that about end them?
Johnny Storm: It was a direct question...Do you want me to beat them, or End them?
::Damm grabs Storm by the collar, lifting him up into the air. Damm rushes forward, thrusting Storm up against the wall. Damm looks to him with darkened eyes...all emotion long drained from the once bright orbs. With a snarl, Damm's voice is barely a whisper.::
Chris Damm: Just do your Job in the ring. But I swear to you...ever mention her name again...and I will end YOU!
::Storm still slammed up against the wall, laughs out loudly as the words whisper into his ear. His smile washing back over Damm, his eyes locked with his.::
Johnny Storm: But Chris...You've already tried...(another deep bellowed laugh escapes, followed by a light whisper) You've already tried.
::The laughts continue to come untill the point where Storm can't breathe. Either because of Damm's position, or the laughter takeing over. With each outburst, blood from the earlier punch splattering forth onto Damm's face and onto his shirt. Damm slowly drops Storm back down onto his feet, and whipes his face of his blood::
Chris Damm: No Johnny...just like I've said before...and you said earlier... that was just entertaining the crowd.
::Damm turns his back on Storm, picking up the bottle on his way out. Without looking back, he answers Storm's question with a low emotionless voice.::
Chris Damm: End them...
::As Damm exits the office, Storm's grin grows, blood continueing to spit out onto his desk from the laughter.::
Johnny Storm: HEY CHRISSS!!
::Damm Stops slowly...then turns his ear towards Storm::
Johnny Storm: YOU NEED A NEW SHRINK!!!
::With that, Johnny Storm falls into the floor holding his back where he was shoved against the wall screaming and laughing wildly watching Damm exit from his position. Storm pulls himself into his seat, and holds his jaw as Julia rushes into check on him. She brings a medi-whipe, and Storm takes a swig of the scotch, burning the place inside his mouth. She tends to him untill a knock comes to the door::
AUGUST 28TH, 2001
VANCOVER, BC, CANADA
GWA FRONT OFFICES
MAXIMUM AMBITION II: 3:00p.m.
::Julia was attending to Johnny Storm, Damm just exiting a few moments ago when a knock came to his door. He looks to the enterance, and Julia steps over to the door cautiously opening it, afraid from the attack that had come earlier. MJ Francis pushes her way through the door as soon as it is cracked open a bit, and she stalks into the room, slamming the door in Julia's face, and casually throwing a few files she was carrying onto his desk. She then takes a seat before Storm can say anything, and looks at the blood on his desk questioningly.::
MJ Francis: What the hell happend here?
::Johnny Storm looks to MJ in bewilderment as to why in the hell she was in his office. He then looks to the files, and see's the names of a few wrestlers includeing Anton Rayge's name. Storm lifts the file up, and flips through it, and upon getting to the end of the file, his eyes open wide.::
Johnny Storm: Rayge is gone? When the hell did this happen?
MJ Francis: Earlier this morning. No big loss, just more dead weight gone....
::Storm throws the files to the desk angrily, and shakes his head at the news.::
Johnny Storm: Well this changes my plans a bit...of my Maximum Ambition.
MJ Francis: Plans change all the time. Just be ready for your shot when Stevie says so, and you have nothing to worry about. He does'nt pay you to worry, he pays you to Kick Ass.
Johnny Storm: Yeah.....
::Storm reaches up to his jaw, the knot from the punch earlier starting to show. Storm whinces at the pain, and looks to MJ again.::
Johnny Storm: Well Tell Steven not to worry, I'll take care of the Maximus Title. Now what's up with letting Damm book this match against these jobbers? I mean....don't you think I'ld better fit in somewhere called the...hmm....I don't konw...Main Event!
MJ Francis: What does it matter, you're payed to go out and wrestle, not question the methods of booking. If Stevey wants to allow that booking he will, if he doesn't he will make sure it doesn't happen. Just do your job....
Johnny Storm: (Casually grins) When do I not?
MJ Francis: Stevey has been pleased so far, so you're doing your job...
Johnny Storm: So what are you kids going to be doing later on tonight? I need to get out of this f*cking office...
MJ Francis: (With a half laugh) What are we going to be doing? (biteing her lip as she thinks with a devious smile growing across her face) Believe me, what we are going to be doing is invitation only and no one is invited except my Stevey-kins.
::Storm gives a friendly smile, and stands up extending his hand gentlly.::
Johnny Storm: Then you better get going. Tell him I said hello.
::MJ stands, shakes Storm's hand and heads towards the door.::
MJ Francis: I shall!
::MJ exits through the door, and Julia looks to her with a huff, but gets a devious snarl in return hushing her objections. She sits back down at her desk, as Storm leans back into his chair. He closes his eyes, untill yet again another knock comes forth.::
AUGUST 28th, 2001
VANCOVER, BC, CANADA
GWA FRONT OFFICES
MAXIMUM AMBITION III: 3:35p.m.
::The sudden knock shocks Storm, and his eyes open wide. In the door way now stands Commissioner Shelly English. What else could it be, but electricity. Her eyes catch Storm's, and they lock for a fraction of a second, before Shelly English turns her head away from him...a dark brown strand of hair falling down into her face. Storm sits up in his seat, and she enters the room. Julia watching, but not objecting any longer because she figures no one in the entire building would listen. Shelly English pulls the door to slightly, and starts towards the desk where Storm's eyes wander across her body. She acts as if she does'nt notice, but she finds a smile crossing her face before her rear hits the leather seat from across him.::
Johnny Storm: So what do I owe this honor?
Shelly English: (Giveing a side long glance) What was Mary Jane Francis doing here?
Johnny Storm: We were discussing something...why...what's it to you?
Shelly English: (With a serious/angry expression) It's Nothing evidently! Just interested in why she was here. Especially considering she is Steven's girl friend.
Johnny Storm: Oh please...don't tell me you're suggesting that she and I....
::Storm begins to laugh before he finishes his sentence, and looks to English who does'nt share his amusement.::
Shelly English: So what is your buisness with Steven? Why are you in this office all of a sudden when before you were nothing but a simple wrestler? What makes you so special?
Johnny Storm: (with a serious tone) Well first off, my buisness with Steven is confidential. Second..if you were so concerned and such close friends..you could ask him yourself. Third...I'm not a simple anything Shelly...and fourth...what makes me special? (develops a grin) The same reason your sitting across from me now.
Shelly English: (with a questioning glance) What do you think I'm here for Mr. Storm?
::Storm rises from his seat, and starts around the desk, her breathing increases from the mere sight of his body from behind the desk. He slides up behind her, resting his hands on the back of the chair she sits in, and she feels his smile on the back of her neck.::
Shelly English: Mr. Storm..I don't think that we should go beyond what this really is...simple ques....(she stops short as his hands now rest upon her shoulder, rubbing softly in a massaging motion. Her voice falters) Simple...Qu..Questions..
Johnny Storm: Well I have a question for you Mrs. English....why do you continue to resist?
::Suddenly English shoots up out of her seat causeing Storm's hands to drop back down to the seat. She backs away from him with an ice cold expression on her face...much the same as every other conversation she's ever had. She then starts past him towards the door.::
Shelly English: As usual Storm...this has been a disappointing conversation. Perhaps you can find a better topic for the next time we speak...if we ever do again. No matter to me.
::Storm shows no pain untill the door slams, and she disappears behind it. He round back around the desk, and slides down in his chair, looking to the countertop that is now cluttered from earlier than the day. His mind wanders, considering his current situation in the GWA in an attempt to forget Shelly Enslish. Storm then looks down to his drawer, and he pulls it open slightly...reaching in and pulling out another piece of paper. There is a number scribbled onto it, and a name at the top. A name he thought he'ld never be calling. He lifts up the phone slowly, and dials the number. It rings a couple of times...untill a female voice answers.::
Female Voice: Hello...
Johnny Storm: Uh...Um...Yes...Hello...um..Can I speak to.....
YEAH RIGHT!!
THIS IS WHAT WE CALL THE END FOR NOW....
NOT F*CKING LIKELY
VANCOVER, BC, CANADA
GWA FRONT OFFICES
MAXIMUM AMBITION: 2:00p.m.
::It had been awhile since Johnny Storm had addressed the world outside of the actual events held by the GWA. I guess there was no need to when all he was doing was getting the week off or takeing care of some of the trash of the GWA. Trash indeed. Splash Williams, Alan Rukas, Scott Payne.....The GWA's version of what you find in the toilet after a mexican gourmet. So I'm supposed to act as the Liquid Detergent that has to clean up after the worthless dirt & grime. Not that he would'nt enjoy beating the living hell out of another human being. Let alone three. These men were the virus that has plagued the GWA as of late. An infection that we can't seem to get rid of. Just consider "Mr. Fantastic" the ultimate antidote. The elixer that shall breathe life back into the GWA so that it may endure on past this lack of talent. And after that breath is given & taken, Storm will then persue his own lusts. Gold. He has a lust for this substance...that comes in the form of a belt. The Maximus Belt. The Gladiator Belt. Either of these would do nicely. However to get to one...you must obtain the other. Although possesion is nine tenth's of the law, he had to earn this honor. Who would he be faceing? Anton Rayge..Doomsday...Goliath. Does it really matter? Not to Johnny Storm. For the same reason it does'nt matter that he serves as the GWA street sweeper at Insurrection. Johnny Storm is a man...and he loses sometimes just like everyone else. Although I can assure you, that it does not happen often.
Upon returning and allieing himself with Steven Fury, the self appointed King of the GWA, life had been good as far as wrestling had went. When it came to the rest of his life..Landau, Luckman, & Lake had been of little use in the investigation on who had stole his money. The woman that he continued to unexplainably pine for, Commissioner Shelly English, would still not pay him any mind..and even worse still she was involved in helping Nikki Silver...the same scum as Storm was faceing on Wendsday, but with a certain amount of power in the back stage area because of his Presidential station. Johnny Storm had no need to worry however, thanks to a questionable judgement call made by the C.E.O. Chad Runner. Storm was his own president. He was his own damn employer, yet paid by the GWA.
Johnny Storm sat back into his leather chair awaiting his invited guest as he gazed out the window down to the Vancover streets of British Columbia, Canada. He smiled at the mahogany desk before him, and the finely furnished office that Steven Fury had offered him upon his loyalty. Storm had been working on his personal projects from here the week before the show in Minneapolis, MN. And yet he had a match comeing up, he still sat in this office, working towards and answer to the question; Who Has My Money? His mind was elsewhere when a buzz came to his multi-tap phone, and his attention was now thwarted. He pushed the button, and Julia his new secretary chimed in.::
Julia: Hello Mr. Storm, Chris D...Sir...SIR...You Can't Just Go In.....
::Suddenly the door to the office is kicked open, and Chris Damm appears in the doorway, his eyes wild with rage::
Chris Damm: Alright....Exactly who the f*ck do you think you are? Let's get one thing straight. You may have your trumped up little contract and all....but don't call on me like some lackey...got it? I only came down here to beat this point into that empty balloon on your neck...
::Storm remains in his seat with a somewhat cool smile, and stands to look at the young lady standing behind Damm trying to get through the doorway.::
Johnny Storm: Hey Julia....why don't you get Mr. Damm here some prosaic, and while your at it....make sure to get him a drink...You do like the hard stuff don't you Chris?
::The question is asked scoffingly, but Storm holds his hands up before anything else can be said, and continues calmly::
Johnny Storm: First off Chris....I did'nt call on you to do anything. I asked you. I have enough respect for that. Plus..I figured if you & I were to work together in this field..then perhaps we needed to get reaquainted, and perhaps even on better terms. As you once said, what happened between us was nothing personal. It happened for no reason other than to entertain fans.
Chris Damm: Yeah well, keep that smug look on your face, and I'll be doing this one for my own entertainment.(Turns to Julia) What is your deal? He told you to get me a drink!
::Damm stalks over to the desk, plopping himself down into one of the chairs. Putting his feet up on the desk, he leans back..a strange grin on his face.::
Chris Damm: Well then.....What did you ask me here for, buddy?
::Storm smiles but not of a sarcastic nature, but one of actual amusement. Damm not sure whether it be at the alcohol remark, or his arrogant nature.::
Johnny Storm: Chris....I know you don't think very much of me...and that's fine with me. I mean, no one does really. They just kind of except the fact that I'm not going anywhere. NO MATTER what you do, I keep on comeing back for more. Oh yeah, and by the way...I heard about the shooting...
::Storm sits down now more content with himself, and looks to Damm with a more serious face.::
Johnny Storm: I'm sorry....honestly. It's not the way any of us should go out. But to get to the point, (Storm throws a paper onto the desk) I heard you booked this...and I just wondered why?
::Damm's head loll's backwards as he stares at the ceiling. HIs fingertips tap the arms of the chair, drumming an unknown beat as he ponders the question::
Chris Damm: Doing a favor for Fury....figured I owed him a little legwork after busting in his office and picking a fight. There's other reasons of course....
::His head snaps forward, his eyes drilling holes into the back of Storm's skull::
Chris Damm: But you don't really think I'm going to tell you those....do you? And Please..spare me your little speeches, alright? (leans forward delivering his worst Johnny Storm expression) I'm not going anywhere...whatever you do....I'm like a bad penny, Chris....I always turn up. (Damm leans back in his chair returning to normal) You really need to stop believing that people actually give a shit about you one way or the other...
Johnny Storm: You can keep me in the dark if you want. You can even hate me if you feel there is something there that you need to hate. (Shrugs in his seat, his eyes shifting to Damm's) The fact is this, I'm going to win this match. I'm going to beat their asses actually. I just wondered if you had given that any thought....of why you would put these poor guys in a situation that they honestly can't get out of. I just thought perhaps we could actually have a conversation rather than this pointless...childish...and idiotic stare down. That time is in the past, and unless you come back to the GWA on the active roster, that's where it's going to stay...Sooooo...if you want to hate me, that's fine....plenty of people do.
::Julia returns with a tray...a bottle of scotch on one side, and an already poured glass on the other. She sets it down in front of Damm. Storm looks to Chriss with contemplation, and then in a more serious tone than before, he flashes his dark eyes towards Damm's::
Johnny Storm: So Chris...You've done so great for yourself. Speaking of people who are'nt wanted...How's Alexis?
::Damm twinges at the sound of the name, quickly rising up from his seat. Ignoring the glass, he picks up the bottle::
Chris Damm: I...I Know what you are going to do to them...
::Storm shakes his head almost sorry he had said it. He then stands up leaning against the desk.::
Johnny Storm: Listen Chris...We are'nt friends...but I never considered us enemies outside the ring either. Despite what you thought. You were probably the closest thing to real emotion that I've had. Fighting you was like fuel for me to keep going. But now...we don't need that fuel anymore. Maybe, just maybe, I can help you for a change...instead of trying to beat you.
::Storm reaches out for the bottle slightly, makeing sure to watch Damm's eyes. Damm looks down to Storm's hand resting on the bottle, then back at Storm::
Chris Damm: What is this? Intervention?
Johnny Storm: NO Chris...You don't need it. You've always been able to keep yourself level headed. You don't need help with this bottle. You need help where it counts. With someone who deserves your phone call....
::Storm flips the phone with his free hand onto the desk, and opens up a rolladex stopping at a number Damm knows all to well. Storm then looks to Damm.::
Johnny Storm: Now do you really want to talk to her with a mouth full of scotch Chris?
::Damm releases his hold on the bottle, looking around the office, feeling somewhat disoriented. Suddenly, it appears like he has no idea where he is. In the blink of an eye, the confusion is replaced by rage as Damm spins on his back foot, whipping his left hand around, his fist connecting on Storm's jaw. Storm's body flies backwards to rest into the confines of the leather seat behind the desk. Johnny reaches up to check his jaw from the powerful punch, and rubs it lightly. He whinces as the knot already forms at the spot where Damm had connected. He slightly moves to get up, looking over Damm's enraged facial expression. Storm spit some blood out onto the desk, but retains a serious, solomn look.::
Johnny Storm: Go ahead Chris. Do it again if it makes you feel so good....that's what your good at huh? Destorying things? THEN HIT ME AGAIN YOU SON OF A BITCH!! Go ahead...cause I'm through playing these wrestling games kid. I've done alot of things I'm not proud of, and I've thought long and hard about our little confrontation here...and that's why I'm not afraid, and Never will be Chris. So you do what you gotta do, but I'm not fighting back..and I am going to continue to try and help.
::Storm places a forceful finger into Chris Damm's chest, and grits his teeth as blood still pours::
Johnny Storm: She needs you Chris...and you need her. So stop being this hard ass towards everyone, and try haveing the guts to stand up to what your really afraid of. Her!
Chris Damm: I already have a shrink Johnny Boy. Why don't you do me...and especially yourself...a favor, and keep your nose out of my buisness before I plant it in the back of your head.
::Damm grab's Storm's finger, wrenching it, along with the rest over his arm, at an awkward angle. The strain on his joints pushes Storm slightly off balance...Damm letting go before he falls::
Chris Damm: You don't know the first thing about pain, Storm. Now unless you want to take a trip down memory lane..I suggest you keep this on a professional level
::Damm leans in, his face barely a few centimeters from Storm's::
Chris Damm: Do you get me? You want to know why, Johnny? Why I put these guys in a losing situation? Fine...I'll tell you...if it'll stop those gums from flapping.
::Before Damm can go further, Storm smiles, releasing blood right onto Damm's shirt::
Johnny Storm: Do what you want to Chris. It's your life....so what do you want me to do about your three boys your handing over to me. Just beat them, or end them?
Chris Damm: It's time to send a message. It's time for people to wake up and realize we are'nt just playing some F*cking game here. I put you in this match to make sure the job was done right...
Johnny Storm: (Storm nods) Well then lets stop playing games. I'll give you one hell of a show, simple as that. But since we're not playing games...why don't you take this with you.
::Storm lifts the rolla-dex, closeing it slightly but leaving it open just enough to that page, and hands it over to Damm with a sincere glance. Damm takes the piece of paper, stuffing it into a pocket.::
Chris Damm: What was that about end them?
Johnny Storm: It was a direct question...Do you want me to beat them, or End them?
::Damm grabs Storm by the collar, lifting him up into the air. Damm rushes forward, thrusting Storm up against the wall. Damm looks to him with darkened eyes...all emotion long drained from the once bright orbs. With a snarl, Damm's voice is barely a whisper.::
Chris Damm: Just do your Job in the ring. But I swear to you...ever mention her name again...and I will end YOU!
::Storm still slammed up against the wall, laughs out loudly as the words whisper into his ear. His smile washing back over Damm, his eyes locked with his.::
Johnny Storm: But Chris...You've already tried...(another deep bellowed laugh escapes, followed by a light whisper) You've already tried.
::The laughts continue to come untill the point where Storm can't breathe. Either because of Damm's position, or the laughter takeing over. With each outburst, blood from the earlier punch splattering forth onto Damm's face and onto his shirt. Damm slowly drops Storm back down onto his feet, and whipes his face of his blood::
Chris Damm: No Johnny...just like I've said before...and you said earlier... that was just entertaining the crowd.
::Damm turns his back on Storm, picking up the bottle on his way out. Without looking back, he answers Storm's question with a low emotionless voice.::
Chris Damm: End them...
::As Damm exits the office, Storm's grin grows, blood continueing to spit out onto his desk from the laughter.::
Johnny Storm: HEY CHRISSS!!
::Damm Stops slowly...then turns his ear towards Storm::
Johnny Storm: YOU NEED A NEW SHRINK!!!
::With that, Johnny Storm falls into the floor holding his back where he was shoved against the wall screaming and laughing wildly watching Damm exit from his position. Storm pulls himself into his seat, and holds his jaw as Julia rushes into check on him. She brings a medi-whipe, and Storm takes a swig of the scotch, burning the place inside his mouth. She tends to him untill a knock comes to the door::
AUGUST 28TH, 2001
VANCOVER, BC, CANADA
GWA FRONT OFFICES
MAXIMUM AMBITION II: 3:00p.m.
::Julia was attending to Johnny Storm, Damm just exiting a few moments ago when a knock came to his door. He looks to the enterance, and Julia steps over to the door cautiously opening it, afraid from the attack that had come earlier. MJ Francis pushes her way through the door as soon as it is cracked open a bit, and she stalks into the room, slamming the door in Julia's face, and casually throwing a few files she was carrying onto his desk. She then takes a seat before Storm can say anything, and looks at the blood on his desk questioningly.::
MJ Francis: What the hell happend here?
::Johnny Storm looks to MJ in bewilderment as to why in the hell she was in his office. He then looks to the files, and see's the names of a few wrestlers includeing Anton Rayge's name. Storm lifts the file up, and flips through it, and upon getting to the end of the file, his eyes open wide.::
Johnny Storm: Rayge is gone? When the hell did this happen?
MJ Francis: Earlier this morning. No big loss, just more dead weight gone....
::Storm throws the files to the desk angrily, and shakes his head at the news.::
Johnny Storm: Well this changes my plans a bit...of my Maximum Ambition.
MJ Francis: Plans change all the time. Just be ready for your shot when Stevie says so, and you have nothing to worry about. He does'nt pay you to worry, he pays you to Kick Ass.
Johnny Storm: Yeah.....
::Storm reaches up to his jaw, the knot from the punch earlier starting to show. Storm whinces at the pain, and looks to MJ again.::
Johnny Storm: Well Tell Steven not to worry, I'll take care of the Maximus Title. Now what's up with letting Damm book this match against these jobbers? I mean....don't you think I'ld better fit in somewhere called the...hmm....I don't konw...Main Event!
MJ Francis: What does it matter, you're payed to go out and wrestle, not question the methods of booking. If Stevey wants to allow that booking he will, if he doesn't he will make sure it doesn't happen. Just do your job....
Johnny Storm: (Casually grins) When do I not?
MJ Francis: Stevey has been pleased so far, so you're doing your job...
Johnny Storm: So what are you kids going to be doing later on tonight? I need to get out of this f*cking office...
MJ Francis: (With a half laugh) What are we going to be doing? (biteing her lip as she thinks with a devious smile growing across her face) Believe me, what we are going to be doing is invitation only and no one is invited except my Stevey-kins.
::Storm gives a friendly smile, and stands up extending his hand gentlly.::
Johnny Storm: Then you better get going. Tell him I said hello.
::MJ stands, shakes Storm's hand and heads towards the door.::
MJ Francis: I shall!
::MJ exits through the door, and Julia looks to her with a huff, but gets a devious snarl in return hushing her objections. She sits back down at her desk, as Storm leans back into his chair. He closes his eyes, untill yet again another knock comes forth.::
AUGUST 28th, 2001
VANCOVER, BC, CANADA
GWA FRONT OFFICES
MAXIMUM AMBITION III: 3:35p.m.
::The sudden knock shocks Storm, and his eyes open wide. In the door way now stands Commissioner Shelly English. What else could it be, but electricity. Her eyes catch Storm's, and they lock for a fraction of a second, before Shelly English turns her head away from him...a dark brown strand of hair falling down into her face. Storm sits up in his seat, and she enters the room. Julia watching, but not objecting any longer because she figures no one in the entire building would listen. Shelly English pulls the door to slightly, and starts towards the desk where Storm's eyes wander across her body. She acts as if she does'nt notice, but she finds a smile crossing her face before her rear hits the leather seat from across him.::
Johnny Storm: So what do I owe this honor?
Shelly English: (Giveing a side long glance) What was Mary Jane Francis doing here?
Johnny Storm: We were discussing something...why...what's it to you?
Shelly English: (With a serious/angry expression) It's Nothing evidently! Just interested in why she was here. Especially considering she is Steven's girl friend.
Johnny Storm: Oh please...don't tell me you're suggesting that she and I....
::Storm begins to laugh before he finishes his sentence, and looks to English who does'nt share his amusement.::
Shelly English: So what is your buisness with Steven? Why are you in this office all of a sudden when before you were nothing but a simple wrestler? What makes you so special?
Johnny Storm: (with a serious tone) Well first off, my buisness with Steven is confidential. Second..if you were so concerned and such close friends..you could ask him yourself. Third...I'm not a simple anything Shelly...and fourth...what makes me special? (develops a grin) The same reason your sitting across from me now.
Shelly English: (with a questioning glance) What do you think I'm here for Mr. Storm?
::Storm rises from his seat, and starts around the desk, her breathing increases from the mere sight of his body from behind the desk. He slides up behind her, resting his hands on the back of the chair she sits in, and she feels his smile on the back of her neck.::
Shelly English: Mr. Storm..I don't think that we should go beyond what this really is...simple ques....(she stops short as his hands now rest upon her shoulder, rubbing softly in a massaging motion. Her voice falters) Simple...Qu..Questions..
Johnny Storm: Well I have a question for you Mrs. English....why do you continue to resist?
::Suddenly English shoots up out of her seat causeing Storm's hands to drop back down to the seat. She backs away from him with an ice cold expression on her face...much the same as every other conversation she's ever had. She then starts past him towards the door.::
Shelly English: As usual Storm...this has been a disappointing conversation. Perhaps you can find a better topic for the next time we speak...if we ever do again. No matter to me.
::Storm shows no pain untill the door slams, and she disappears behind it. He round back around the desk, and slides down in his chair, looking to the countertop that is now cluttered from earlier than the day. His mind wanders, considering his current situation in the GWA in an attempt to forget Shelly Enslish. Storm then looks down to his drawer, and he pulls it open slightly...reaching in and pulling out another piece of paper. There is a number scribbled onto it, and a name at the top. A name he thought he'ld never be calling. He lifts up the phone slowly, and dials the number. It rings a couple of times...untill a female voice answers.::
Female Voice: Hello...
Johnny Storm: Uh...Um...Yes...Hello...um..Can I speak to.....
YEAH RIGHT!!
THIS IS WHAT WE CALL THE END FOR NOW....
NOT F*CKING LIKELY