Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 6:45:32 GMT
MAY 4th, 2001
MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN
RAMADA INN
MAXIMUM AMBITION V: 10:11p.m.
::Johnny Storm & Shelly English step off of the Elevator, and English seems still in thought about something as Storm starts towards the room. He comes to Room 456, and pushes the key into the lock, turning to the clicking sound of opening. He pushes the door open, and sure enough, just like English had told him...Howard Plather and a Cameraman was already set up to do an interview with him. Storm shook his head at the goofy little man, and stepped inside. At the sight of Commissioner Shelly English however, Howard Plather's eyes perk up, and his look is one of pure reporters intuition to ask questions other than the ones he had already prepaired. Storm's disgusted glance however changed Howard's point of view. Storm sat down on the bed without paying them much attention after that, awaiting the assanine questions he knew were to follow his enterance of the room.::
Howard Plather: Well GWA fans, we get our chance to pick at the brain of "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm for a little bit right here in his hotel room in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I'm going to tell you right now Mr. Storm that I am so excited for this wendsday!! I mean...You have no clue as to who you are faceing...so how do you prepare to defend the Maximus Title? Speaking of..do you have it in your bag there?
::Plather points towards the bag as if to touch it, but Storm slaps his hand as if he were a child being told "no". Storm then looked calmly to the camera with a smile.::
Johnny Storm: Yeah...the belt is in there...and you ask how do I prepare?....God Damn it how did I know something insanely stupid would come out of your mouth Plather? Hell why did'nt they just send ass backwards man, I at least know to be prepared to take over the interview if it's him..but I really had high hopes for you Howard...I thought you might show some potential and ask the right kinds of questions rather than the same old shit..but I guess I was wrong..
Howard Plather: But..but...then wha....
Johnny Storm: (cutting him off) Ok I can see already I have to take over this interview before it grows anymore stale than you've already made it.
::Shelly English sits back off camera with a smile as Storm goes to work like only he can. She admitedly could see why there would be an interest in Storm far as his wrestling ability & marketable ability, but why so personal. Steven and he were almost like friends. Steven did'nt have friends. It was clear cut and dry...MJ Francis was his confidant and that was it. This man Storm all of a sudden makes his return, gets a contract that sould make Steven furious, and calls MJ every other name in under the book...and then the next minuete they are all acting as if they have been friends for years......was this a set up? Was this a plan they had from the very begining just to screw with peoples minds? She continued to think as Storm jerked the mic away from Howard, and physically pushed him off of the edge of bed to the floor with a harsh comment towards him about being an "insufferable idiot".::
Johnny Storm: Now stay there in the floor, and shut the hell up. Alright..you want my thoughts on this Maximus Title Bull shit!! Fine...that's what you'll get.
::Storm jerks into the zipper on his bag, and plunges his hand into it....pulling forth the Maximus Belt, and throwing it out onto the bed in front of him. He then turns back tothe camera with flared eyes.::
Johnny Storm: This title is my stepping stone. Although I really do not need it, I will take it, for the mere fact that I can take any damn title the staff & bookers want to put in front of me. Why you may ask? Simple...I am the best of the best. You know the people entering that little tourney last week were pathetic.
Anton Rayge, you held the Gladiator Title...for what...a week? You are pathetic. You did'nt stay on top, because you don't belong on top. Plain and Simple. What have you ever done Anton? Huh? You've played second fiddle for as long as you've been in this f*cking federation. You are in the shadows of your family, because they don't see a reason to bring you forward. No one respects you...no one even f*cking wants you. Mace Rayge, your brother does'nt give a shit about you. Why do you think he dumped the company buisness on you...HE KNEW you would fail. HE KNEW from the begining you were a failure, nothing more than a joke in your mother's fetus. YOU never amounted to anything, and you think because you've made your return wearing pretty tatooe's and black hair...running around with some Jack Ass who supposidly killed you, who's obviously watched just a little to much Star Trek as a kid. Christoff Romuland? What in the hell is up with a name like that? But that's getting off the subject Anton...I'm talking to you...directly to you you piece of shit. You may have held the Olympic Title....and you may have won the Gladiator Title...but you know......your still a f*cking joke. You will never, and have never amounted to any thing!! What makes you think that you will now. Even if you win in the qualifying match up, all you have to look forward to is me.....do you honestly believe that you have what it takes? I don't think so.....no..you know what Plather scratch that...I KNOW you can't beat me. Try again next time my friend, cause I could beat you even if I wrestled a gauntlet match...
Now lets go on to talk about Doomsday...what else do I need to say but Storm v.s. Doomsday, for the third time. Do you honestly think that he's gotten any better from the last time I inserted my foot into his ass? Hell No. If nothing else he's gotten worse. I sit back and I watch him running into another title match where he is going to shoot his mouth off about nothing but the same old bullshit. Last time I looked, I saw the Brotherhood beating the shit out of The BOV....cause basically the BOV does'nt even f*cking matter. You know, I hate singing the same old song & dance, but the truth is Doomsday....You F*cking Suck!! You will never amount to anything, and you remind me alot of Anton Rayge. I don't have respect for either one of you, because both of you are losers. You don't deserve anything...especially the GWA Fan's praises. I guess it's true they cheer for the underdog, cause unbelievably...they cheer your stupid ass. You know I know how to turn Face you guys....I can shake hands with people...and I can mark out to other wrestlers from other federations....but why? To be a fan favorite, I would have to acknowledge that I'm not the best, but even worse that I am an equal. Well you know what...I just can't lie to you or these fans...cause that will never happen. You will never be my equal...you are the guy who will be shineing Anton Rayge's boots, while his ignorant ass is standing in the unemployment line. I don't need a Multitude of wrestlers to back me up...cause I can finish the job myself....without anyone else. The both of you, Rayge & Doomsday have surrounded yourself with people you want to serve you...well guess what.....I don't serve..I f*cking lead...and boys...I'm going to lead your ignorant asses to the slaughter house like the lambs you are.
Now Rayge..I used to show you respect...I used to try and make nice in your direction...but I'm through with nice. I'm through with singing praises to those who don't deserve it. At first I respected your ability...untill I watched your match against Dark Tiger in a cage for the TITLE that you BEAT HIM FOR!! And I realized....why respect a trait that you simply do not have? You are a talentless hack, and you nor your brother...or even your crackheaded mother could step in the ring and have a prayer of beating me. Ryosuke Mitsurugi..your own point man was right...You NEEDED him to get a win. But that does'nt take away from the fact that you are a joke. You have been beaten by the man that you supposidly hold a victory over......but how did you get the victory? Ryosuke Mitsurugi...hit the man in the back of the head with a kick...and that put him down...NOT Anton Rayge. The other week...Ryosuke Mitsurugi v.s. Anton Rayge......WHO was it that came out and beat the shit out of Ryo and had him beat? Was it Anton Rayge? HELL NO! IT WAS "MR. FANTASTIC" JOHNNY GOD DAMN STORM...and ANTON RAYGE...I AM GOING TO F*CK YOU OVER JUST LIKE EVERY ONE OF YOUR VICTORIES UP TILL THIS POINT HAVE BEEN...F*CK OVERS!! You don't even have one ounce of original talent with in you...so why should I even care. I can say this for Wendsday.....I'll enjoy showing you why I am the Lord of the Dance, and I ain't talking that River Shit Neither!!
Who else was in this damn qualifying match?
Howard Plather: Goliath......Goliath is in it...
::Storm's smile broadens, and he looks to the camera with an almost evil demeanor following him. His eyes flash to Shelly English who smiles to him, now forgotten the incident in the limo.::
Johnny Storm: Goliath...you sure have been shooting that mouth off here recently...well that's real cute. You want Steven Fury in a match.....are you some sort of F*cking idiot? Steven Fury would eat you alive, and then throw you up.....and then f*cking eat you again you stupid bastard!! So far all I've heard about was I want Fury this...I want to get Fury that.....but you can't even win half your normal matches. What the hell do you think you can do against the Leader of this company? You know...i should take exception to your little comments considering our boss is one of my close personal friends.....but the truth is....he knows, just like I know....you don't fucking matter. You could'nt spit shine the inside of Fury's toilet bowl, let alone have chance of beating him! Who in the hell do you think you are? You are a big bastard..I'll give you that. You have the size advantage if you win...but I just don't see it happening...cause lets look at the facts....what have you done to deserve it. You got your ass beat by my man Malice...and that my friend..is not considered an accomplishment.....well I guess it is if you count it for Malice & Team Fury. You want more.....You want to dance this dance with me? Well you better get ready to end me boy...cause make no mistake..you step into that ring with me...and I will END YOU!!
You know what Howard.....It really does'nt matter who wins the match, and goes on to face me...cause the outcome will be the same. Johnny Storm, Holding the belt.....smileing with a big ole' grin...and listening to the chorus of cheers awaiting me cause I put on one hell of a show. That's right...a SHOW! That's all you wrestlers in the back are to me....another show...another opponent that they send for me to destroy. Look at my track record...and you look at the people who have had the LUCK of beating me. Then think to yourself.....are you as good as those people? Are you as good as me? If you gave a pause...then you might as well not come out of the enterance way...cause that pause is all I need to destroy you. The gold is only a factor...cause quite frankly..I'm already a champion compared to any of the jobbers on the roster of this fed! I built this place...but now that look around at the three guys in this match...I'm just not all that proud of it anymore. So guys...if you want it bad enough..prove me wrong.....or at least try. I'ld love to finally have a real challenge....Now Howard..Get the hell out of here..this interview is over!!
::Howard Plather catches his microphone before it soars out the window from Johnny Storm's fingertips as he flings it away from him. The camera is turned off, and before you know it...Howard Plather & the Camera Man disappear down the hall. Shelly English watches Storm in the doorway, and she feels her heart tug at her thoughts....she opens her mouth to say something to him, but nothing comes out. She closes it abruptly, as Storm turns back away from the door to face her. He smiles, and she eyes him in wonder::
Shelly English: What?
Johnny Storm: What did you think?
Shelly English: Of what? Oh...You blowing more hot air than it takes to fuel a balloon.
::Johnny Storm's smile fades away, and he eyes her with a sign of contempt. His eyes wander back to the hallway, and Shelly English pulls her coat from the back of the chair she had been sitting in since the interview had started and puts it on. She then starts towards the door where Storm blocks her passage. She makes a low coughing noise to get his attention, but he does nothing but look back to her with a soft smile, and never moves. She shrugs as if not careing, and pushes past him. On the way out the door now, her body pressed up against his..she reaches up and kisses him on the cheek.::
Shelly English: Bye Mr. Storm....
::Shelly English walks half way down the hall way untill she realizes what she had just done. She stops right in her tracks, and turns back slowly to face Storm's doorway. There she see's Storm wide eyed holding his cheek where she had kissed him. She shakes her head, kicking herself for the kiss....why? Why had she done it...Storm watched on in disbelief, still holding his cheek. Her eyes were to the ground as he started towards her...comeing before her, she see's his shoes in front of her.....she looks up at him through almost tear filled eyes. She started to say something, but storm brought his finger up to her lip softly hushing her. He reached in slightly moveing his hand past her cheek, pushing the palm of his hand up against her face. Her eyes wash over him as he reaches in softly pressing his lips against hers. Before anything can be said or done...she pushes him against the wall, and he looks a bit surprised. Her tongue pushes into his mouth.....reaching her hand up his thigh to grab him through his pants. His surprised reaction soon turned to passion, as he puller her thighs up around him....her wrapping her legs around his waist. He tugged at her buisness like skirt hikeing it up, to where he could feel the lace of her panties in under his finger tips. She breathed harder as his hands closed in on her, and finally she regains some sense of control over herself.::
Shelly English: (Through gasping breaths) Johnny....no....we can't...not yet. We...We have'nt even gotten to know each other....we....(she kisses him again, his hardness pressed up between her legs through their clothes) We....We just can't. Not like this.
::Their breatheing slowed down, as she returned her feet back down to the floor. He nodded...red in the face from the passion displayed by both parties. He looked deep into her eyes, and a smile crossed her lips playfully. Storm could'nt help but return the smile.::
Johnny Storm: Well at least we got all of that hate stuff out of the way....
::Johnny Storm grins, and Shelly English lets out a soft laugh and a large smile of her own. He put his arm around her waist, and nodded understandingly.::
Johnny Storm: Come on..(nods his head towards the elevator) I'll walk you to your car.
::She delivers another sweet smile, and nods to him. The two newfound lovers walk towards the elevator, and watch each others happy expressions all the way. The ding of the elevator door opening causes them to look forward. Standing in front of them is a man standing at about Johnny's height & build. All that is visiable are his eyes & his chin considering the dark black flowing cloak he has on over himself. Shelly English can feel the evil rush comeing forth from him although she knows not who he is...however Storm knows. This was the assassin. A wind blows seemingly out of no where causeing the black cloak to flap violently in the doorway of the elevator. Storm pushes Shelly behind him, and looks at the dark figure who now wears a smile. The white of his teeth cause a glare lighting up his face for only Storm to see, and upon the sight he allows a gasp. Storm retains his hand on Shelly trying to push her backwards, and in a concerned voice::
Johnny Storm: Shelly....run...
Shelly English: But Johnny....
Johnny Storm: (cutting her off) RUN!!
::Storm shoves her backwards...but luckily she retains her balance. At this sudden movement the cloaked figure suddenly darts into action. He rushes in angrily on Storm, who throws his hands up in defense. Out of fear Shelly English turns, and begins to run as Johnny had asked. She runs so hard, and so fast that in no time she reaches the other elevators. Tears push past her face, as she turns back in hopes of a glimpse of Johnny to make sure he's alright. The door opens however before this sight comes....and she stops short of hopping in.....but finally her common sense takes over, and she enters the elevator to get help::
AUGUST 5th, 2001
MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN
THE RAMADA INN
THE FINISHING BLOW: 12:14p.m.
Storm catches the figure around the cloak and flings him into the far wall with a thud. This does'nt even stall him, as he lunges forward connecting with a hard right hand to Storm's jaw. Storm stumbles backwards holding the side of his face, but the startled reaction does'nt last long as the next punch is seen barreling for his nose. Storm ducks the punch, and catches the cloaked figure by the arm twisting away from him and flipping him over his shoulder. The force of the sudden momentum sends the cloaked figure right into the door leading to the stair way to the building. Upon finally comeing to a complete stop, the cloaked man hops up to his feet, and Storm lunges forward for a spear like manuever. The momentum sends both men crashing forward into the brick wall hard. A grunt can be heard from inside the cloak as the man doubles over...Storm holding the top of his own head. Storm gets half way to his feet, but he gets a high knee lift that sends him up to the vertical base and near the edge of the steps...teetering on the edge. The cloaked figure throws out a swift side kick, but Storm catches it.......but not before he is knocked completely off balance. Storm plunges backwards down the steps dragging the cloaked figure forwards as well. Both men bounce down the steps painfully reaching the bottom with a thud....Storm rolls forward a little bit upon reaching the second row of stairs leading down....and without warning his body skids down them as well untill hitting his head against the wall below causeing him to knock out.
Storm's eyes open later.....much later. The sound of scurrying above him, and voices leading down to find out if he is alright. He closes his eyes, and reopens them to hopefully see clearer. He is on his back down at the bottom of a flight of steps.....about the 6th floor. He looks up and he see's Shelly English's sweet face round the corner.::
Shelly English: HERE HE IS!!
::She shouts back to a few others, and runs to embrace him. He holds the back of his head and lets out a grunt, and she stops afraid she might be hurting him. He feels something cold & hard in his back, as he leans forward with her. He reaches back, putting his hand around a handle of some sort. He confusedly looks around, pulling the handle out from in under him revealing a Colt Python. The gun weighed down his hand, and Shelly English's eyes grow wide at the sight of it. She looks to Johnny who looks to her without an answer. Suddenly a hand looms down jerking the gun from Johnny's grip. Captain Harris stands over Storm with a questioning gaze.::
Captain Harris: What is this?
Johnny Storm: A...A gun....
Captain Harris: (not amused) I see that boy...but what are you doing with it? Is it yours.....do you have a permit?
Johnny Storm: (Rubbing his head from the fall) No...I mean...It's not mine...I..I don't know how it got here with me...
::The Captain looks to him with question, and then looks to Shelly who remains nealed down by his side. He looks back to the Captain who nods.::
Captain Harris: Well ok then. We'll run a check on the gun and see if we can turn anything up. Maybe it would be safer if you stayed with someone you trust tonight. Someone had to tip the guy off that you were staying here...
::Storm nods, and then looks to English....but pushes the betraying thought out of his mind. She helps him get to his feet, and he woosily stumbles about. They start to exit down the stairs slowly, and the police continue their investigation. Harris calls on Storm before he leaves that he will need to answer a few more questions. Storm nods before disappearing behind a door. Once in the main lobby people watch on in wonder, and try and ask questions that Storm will not relenquish the answer too. As he exist the door....and with all the questions floating around in his head....he thinks of one in particular.::
((Who will I face in the Maximus Title match.....I don't guess it really matters, they will end up like all the rest...))
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF THEIR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!!
MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN
RAMADA INN
MAXIMUM AMBITION V: 10:11p.m.
::Johnny Storm & Shelly English step off of the Elevator, and English seems still in thought about something as Storm starts towards the room. He comes to Room 456, and pushes the key into the lock, turning to the clicking sound of opening. He pushes the door open, and sure enough, just like English had told him...Howard Plather and a Cameraman was already set up to do an interview with him. Storm shook his head at the goofy little man, and stepped inside. At the sight of Commissioner Shelly English however, Howard Plather's eyes perk up, and his look is one of pure reporters intuition to ask questions other than the ones he had already prepaired. Storm's disgusted glance however changed Howard's point of view. Storm sat down on the bed without paying them much attention after that, awaiting the assanine questions he knew were to follow his enterance of the room.::
Howard Plather: Well GWA fans, we get our chance to pick at the brain of "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm for a little bit right here in his hotel room in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I'm going to tell you right now Mr. Storm that I am so excited for this wendsday!! I mean...You have no clue as to who you are faceing...so how do you prepare to defend the Maximus Title? Speaking of..do you have it in your bag there?
::Plather points towards the bag as if to touch it, but Storm slaps his hand as if he were a child being told "no". Storm then looked calmly to the camera with a smile.::
Johnny Storm: Yeah...the belt is in there...and you ask how do I prepare?....God Damn it how did I know something insanely stupid would come out of your mouth Plather? Hell why did'nt they just send ass backwards man, I at least know to be prepared to take over the interview if it's him..but I really had high hopes for you Howard...I thought you might show some potential and ask the right kinds of questions rather than the same old shit..but I guess I was wrong..
Howard Plather: But..but...then wha....
Johnny Storm: (cutting him off) Ok I can see already I have to take over this interview before it grows anymore stale than you've already made it.
::Shelly English sits back off camera with a smile as Storm goes to work like only he can. She admitedly could see why there would be an interest in Storm far as his wrestling ability & marketable ability, but why so personal. Steven and he were almost like friends. Steven did'nt have friends. It was clear cut and dry...MJ Francis was his confidant and that was it. This man Storm all of a sudden makes his return, gets a contract that sould make Steven furious, and calls MJ every other name in under the book...and then the next minuete they are all acting as if they have been friends for years......was this a set up? Was this a plan they had from the very begining just to screw with peoples minds? She continued to think as Storm jerked the mic away from Howard, and physically pushed him off of the edge of bed to the floor with a harsh comment towards him about being an "insufferable idiot".::
Johnny Storm: Now stay there in the floor, and shut the hell up. Alright..you want my thoughts on this Maximus Title Bull shit!! Fine...that's what you'll get.
::Storm jerks into the zipper on his bag, and plunges his hand into it....pulling forth the Maximus Belt, and throwing it out onto the bed in front of him. He then turns back tothe camera with flared eyes.::
Johnny Storm: This title is my stepping stone. Although I really do not need it, I will take it, for the mere fact that I can take any damn title the staff & bookers want to put in front of me. Why you may ask? Simple...I am the best of the best. You know the people entering that little tourney last week were pathetic.
Anton Rayge, you held the Gladiator Title...for what...a week? You are pathetic. You did'nt stay on top, because you don't belong on top. Plain and Simple. What have you ever done Anton? Huh? You've played second fiddle for as long as you've been in this f*cking federation. You are in the shadows of your family, because they don't see a reason to bring you forward. No one respects you...no one even f*cking wants you. Mace Rayge, your brother does'nt give a shit about you. Why do you think he dumped the company buisness on you...HE KNEW you would fail. HE KNEW from the begining you were a failure, nothing more than a joke in your mother's fetus. YOU never amounted to anything, and you think because you've made your return wearing pretty tatooe's and black hair...running around with some Jack Ass who supposidly killed you, who's obviously watched just a little to much Star Trek as a kid. Christoff Romuland? What in the hell is up with a name like that? But that's getting off the subject Anton...I'm talking to you...directly to you you piece of shit. You may have held the Olympic Title....and you may have won the Gladiator Title...but you know......your still a f*cking joke. You will never, and have never amounted to any thing!! What makes you think that you will now. Even if you win in the qualifying match up, all you have to look forward to is me.....do you honestly believe that you have what it takes? I don't think so.....no..you know what Plather scratch that...I KNOW you can't beat me. Try again next time my friend, cause I could beat you even if I wrestled a gauntlet match...
Now lets go on to talk about Doomsday...what else do I need to say but Storm v.s. Doomsday, for the third time. Do you honestly think that he's gotten any better from the last time I inserted my foot into his ass? Hell No. If nothing else he's gotten worse. I sit back and I watch him running into another title match where he is going to shoot his mouth off about nothing but the same old bullshit. Last time I looked, I saw the Brotherhood beating the shit out of The BOV....cause basically the BOV does'nt even f*cking matter. You know, I hate singing the same old song & dance, but the truth is Doomsday....You F*cking Suck!! You will never amount to anything, and you remind me alot of Anton Rayge. I don't have respect for either one of you, because both of you are losers. You don't deserve anything...especially the GWA Fan's praises. I guess it's true they cheer for the underdog, cause unbelievably...they cheer your stupid ass. You know I know how to turn Face you guys....I can shake hands with people...and I can mark out to other wrestlers from other federations....but why? To be a fan favorite, I would have to acknowledge that I'm not the best, but even worse that I am an equal. Well you know what...I just can't lie to you or these fans...cause that will never happen. You will never be my equal...you are the guy who will be shineing Anton Rayge's boots, while his ignorant ass is standing in the unemployment line. I don't need a Multitude of wrestlers to back me up...cause I can finish the job myself....without anyone else. The both of you, Rayge & Doomsday have surrounded yourself with people you want to serve you...well guess what.....I don't serve..I f*cking lead...and boys...I'm going to lead your ignorant asses to the slaughter house like the lambs you are.
Now Rayge..I used to show you respect...I used to try and make nice in your direction...but I'm through with nice. I'm through with singing praises to those who don't deserve it. At first I respected your ability...untill I watched your match against Dark Tiger in a cage for the TITLE that you BEAT HIM FOR!! And I realized....why respect a trait that you simply do not have? You are a talentless hack, and you nor your brother...or even your crackheaded mother could step in the ring and have a prayer of beating me. Ryosuke Mitsurugi..your own point man was right...You NEEDED him to get a win. But that does'nt take away from the fact that you are a joke. You have been beaten by the man that you supposidly hold a victory over......but how did you get the victory? Ryosuke Mitsurugi...hit the man in the back of the head with a kick...and that put him down...NOT Anton Rayge. The other week...Ryosuke Mitsurugi v.s. Anton Rayge......WHO was it that came out and beat the shit out of Ryo and had him beat? Was it Anton Rayge? HELL NO! IT WAS "MR. FANTASTIC" JOHNNY GOD DAMN STORM...and ANTON RAYGE...I AM GOING TO F*CK YOU OVER JUST LIKE EVERY ONE OF YOUR VICTORIES UP TILL THIS POINT HAVE BEEN...F*CK OVERS!! You don't even have one ounce of original talent with in you...so why should I even care. I can say this for Wendsday.....I'll enjoy showing you why I am the Lord of the Dance, and I ain't talking that River Shit Neither!!
Who else was in this damn qualifying match?
Howard Plather: Goliath......Goliath is in it...
::Storm's smile broadens, and he looks to the camera with an almost evil demeanor following him. His eyes flash to Shelly English who smiles to him, now forgotten the incident in the limo.::
Johnny Storm: Goliath...you sure have been shooting that mouth off here recently...well that's real cute. You want Steven Fury in a match.....are you some sort of F*cking idiot? Steven Fury would eat you alive, and then throw you up.....and then f*cking eat you again you stupid bastard!! So far all I've heard about was I want Fury this...I want to get Fury that.....but you can't even win half your normal matches. What the hell do you think you can do against the Leader of this company? You know...i should take exception to your little comments considering our boss is one of my close personal friends.....but the truth is....he knows, just like I know....you don't fucking matter. You could'nt spit shine the inside of Fury's toilet bowl, let alone have chance of beating him! Who in the hell do you think you are? You are a big bastard..I'll give you that. You have the size advantage if you win...but I just don't see it happening...cause lets look at the facts....what have you done to deserve it. You got your ass beat by my man Malice...and that my friend..is not considered an accomplishment.....well I guess it is if you count it for Malice & Team Fury. You want more.....You want to dance this dance with me? Well you better get ready to end me boy...cause make no mistake..you step into that ring with me...and I will END YOU!!
You know what Howard.....It really does'nt matter who wins the match, and goes on to face me...cause the outcome will be the same. Johnny Storm, Holding the belt.....smileing with a big ole' grin...and listening to the chorus of cheers awaiting me cause I put on one hell of a show. That's right...a SHOW! That's all you wrestlers in the back are to me....another show...another opponent that they send for me to destroy. Look at my track record...and you look at the people who have had the LUCK of beating me. Then think to yourself.....are you as good as those people? Are you as good as me? If you gave a pause...then you might as well not come out of the enterance way...cause that pause is all I need to destroy you. The gold is only a factor...cause quite frankly..I'm already a champion compared to any of the jobbers on the roster of this fed! I built this place...but now that look around at the three guys in this match...I'm just not all that proud of it anymore. So guys...if you want it bad enough..prove me wrong.....or at least try. I'ld love to finally have a real challenge....Now Howard..Get the hell out of here..this interview is over!!
::Howard Plather catches his microphone before it soars out the window from Johnny Storm's fingertips as he flings it away from him. The camera is turned off, and before you know it...Howard Plather & the Camera Man disappear down the hall. Shelly English watches Storm in the doorway, and she feels her heart tug at her thoughts....she opens her mouth to say something to him, but nothing comes out. She closes it abruptly, as Storm turns back away from the door to face her. He smiles, and she eyes him in wonder::
Shelly English: What?
Johnny Storm: What did you think?
Shelly English: Of what? Oh...You blowing more hot air than it takes to fuel a balloon.
::Johnny Storm's smile fades away, and he eyes her with a sign of contempt. His eyes wander back to the hallway, and Shelly English pulls her coat from the back of the chair she had been sitting in since the interview had started and puts it on. She then starts towards the door where Storm blocks her passage. She makes a low coughing noise to get his attention, but he does nothing but look back to her with a soft smile, and never moves. She shrugs as if not careing, and pushes past him. On the way out the door now, her body pressed up against his..she reaches up and kisses him on the cheek.::
Shelly English: Bye Mr. Storm....
::Shelly English walks half way down the hall way untill she realizes what she had just done. She stops right in her tracks, and turns back slowly to face Storm's doorway. There she see's Storm wide eyed holding his cheek where she had kissed him. She shakes her head, kicking herself for the kiss....why? Why had she done it...Storm watched on in disbelief, still holding his cheek. Her eyes were to the ground as he started towards her...comeing before her, she see's his shoes in front of her.....she looks up at him through almost tear filled eyes. She started to say something, but storm brought his finger up to her lip softly hushing her. He reached in slightly moveing his hand past her cheek, pushing the palm of his hand up against her face. Her eyes wash over him as he reaches in softly pressing his lips against hers. Before anything can be said or done...she pushes him against the wall, and he looks a bit surprised. Her tongue pushes into his mouth.....reaching her hand up his thigh to grab him through his pants. His surprised reaction soon turned to passion, as he puller her thighs up around him....her wrapping her legs around his waist. He tugged at her buisness like skirt hikeing it up, to where he could feel the lace of her panties in under his finger tips. She breathed harder as his hands closed in on her, and finally she regains some sense of control over herself.::
Shelly English: (Through gasping breaths) Johnny....no....we can't...not yet. We...We have'nt even gotten to know each other....we....(she kisses him again, his hardness pressed up between her legs through their clothes) We....We just can't. Not like this.
::Their breatheing slowed down, as she returned her feet back down to the floor. He nodded...red in the face from the passion displayed by both parties. He looked deep into her eyes, and a smile crossed her lips playfully. Storm could'nt help but return the smile.::
Johnny Storm: Well at least we got all of that hate stuff out of the way....
::Johnny Storm grins, and Shelly English lets out a soft laugh and a large smile of her own. He put his arm around her waist, and nodded understandingly.::
Johnny Storm: Come on..(nods his head towards the elevator) I'll walk you to your car.
::She delivers another sweet smile, and nods to him. The two newfound lovers walk towards the elevator, and watch each others happy expressions all the way. The ding of the elevator door opening causes them to look forward. Standing in front of them is a man standing at about Johnny's height & build. All that is visiable are his eyes & his chin considering the dark black flowing cloak he has on over himself. Shelly English can feel the evil rush comeing forth from him although she knows not who he is...however Storm knows. This was the assassin. A wind blows seemingly out of no where causeing the black cloak to flap violently in the doorway of the elevator. Storm pushes Shelly behind him, and looks at the dark figure who now wears a smile. The white of his teeth cause a glare lighting up his face for only Storm to see, and upon the sight he allows a gasp. Storm retains his hand on Shelly trying to push her backwards, and in a concerned voice::
Johnny Storm: Shelly....run...
Shelly English: But Johnny....
Johnny Storm: (cutting her off) RUN!!
::Storm shoves her backwards...but luckily she retains her balance. At this sudden movement the cloaked figure suddenly darts into action. He rushes in angrily on Storm, who throws his hands up in defense. Out of fear Shelly English turns, and begins to run as Johnny had asked. She runs so hard, and so fast that in no time she reaches the other elevators. Tears push past her face, as she turns back in hopes of a glimpse of Johnny to make sure he's alright. The door opens however before this sight comes....and she stops short of hopping in.....but finally her common sense takes over, and she enters the elevator to get help::
AUGUST 5th, 2001
MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN
THE RAMADA INN
THE FINISHING BLOW: 12:14p.m.
Storm catches the figure around the cloak and flings him into the far wall with a thud. This does'nt even stall him, as he lunges forward connecting with a hard right hand to Storm's jaw. Storm stumbles backwards holding the side of his face, but the startled reaction does'nt last long as the next punch is seen barreling for his nose. Storm ducks the punch, and catches the cloaked figure by the arm twisting away from him and flipping him over his shoulder. The force of the sudden momentum sends the cloaked figure right into the door leading to the stair way to the building. Upon finally comeing to a complete stop, the cloaked man hops up to his feet, and Storm lunges forward for a spear like manuever. The momentum sends both men crashing forward into the brick wall hard. A grunt can be heard from inside the cloak as the man doubles over...Storm holding the top of his own head. Storm gets half way to his feet, but he gets a high knee lift that sends him up to the vertical base and near the edge of the steps...teetering on the edge. The cloaked figure throws out a swift side kick, but Storm catches it.......but not before he is knocked completely off balance. Storm plunges backwards down the steps dragging the cloaked figure forwards as well. Both men bounce down the steps painfully reaching the bottom with a thud....Storm rolls forward a little bit upon reaching the second row of stairs leading down....and without warning his body skids down them as well untill hitting his head against the wall below causeing him to knock out.
Storm's eyes open later.....much later. The sound of scurrying above him, and voices leading down to find out if he is alright. He closes his eyes, and reopens them to hopefully see clearer. He is on his back down at the bottom of a flight of steps.....about the 6th floor. He looks up and he see's Shelly English's sweet face round the corner.::
Shelly English: HERE HE IS!!
::She shouts back to a few others, and runs to embrace him. He holds the back of his head and lets out a grunt, and she stops afraid she might be hurting him. He feels something cold & hard in his back, as he leans forward with her. He reaches back, putting his hand around a handle of some sort. He confusedly looks around, pulling the handle out from in under him revealing a Colt Python. The gun weighed down his hand, and Shelly English's eyes grow wide at the sight of it. She looks to Johnny who looks to her without an answer. Suddenly a hand looms down jerking the gun from Johnny's grip. Captain Harris stands over Storm with a questioning gaze.::
Captain Harris: What is this?
Johnny Storm: A...A gun....
Captain Harris: (not amused) I see that boy...but what are you doing with it? Is it yours.....do you have a permit?
Johnny Storm: (Rubbing his head from the fall) No...I mean...It's not mine...I..I don't know how it got here with me...
::The Captain looks to him with question, and then looks to Shelly who remains nealed down by his side. He looks back to the Captain who nods.::
Captain Harris: Well ok then. We'll run a check on the gun and see if we can turn anything up. Maybe it would be safer if you stayed with someone you trust tonight. Someone had to tip the guy off that you were staying here...
::Storm nods, and then looks to English....but pushes the betraying thought out of his mind. She helps him get to his feet, and he woosily stumbles about. They start to exit down the stairs slowly, and the police continue their investigation. Harris calls on Storm before he leaves that he will need to answer a few more questions. Storm nods before disappearing behind a door. Once in the main lobby people watch on in wonder, and try and ask questions that Storm will not relenquish the answer too. As he exist the door....and with all the questions floating around in his head....he thinks of one in particular.::
((Who will I face in the Maximus Title match.....I don't guess it really matters, they will end up like all the rest...))
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF THEIR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!!