Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 6:47:20 GMT
MAY 12th 2001
MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN
MILWAUKEE POLICE DETENTION CENTER
DISTRICT 29: 11:45p.m.
((15 minuetes untill midnight. 15 minuetes untill I've been in this jail cell for a complete five days. Here I am...The Former co-holder of the Legion Tag Team Championships...the Former Olympic Chamipon.....and the current Maximus Championship....ontop of the world...and the number one man in the Gladiator Wrestling Association besides the boss himself. I finally lobbied the support of the woman that I like....someone I've wanted since her arrival...and finally after all this time I am the one in control. Yet in one quick motion...in one evening...in one moment in time....it has all been removed. There is nothing left. I have been wrongly accused of crimes that I have not committed....even worse....crimes that I did'nt even realize that had been commited. Carol Janson was a waitress at The Butcher Brewery in Atlanta, Georgia. She took me in in a moment of weakness to alcohol. I was down after the Gladiator Title Match...involveing Reina Saiaki. I had lost, and I was'nt sure where else to go....but I knew of a great place where most wrestlers drowned their sorrows. She could have turned me away. It would have been better if she had turned me away. But she did'nt. She helped me to her car, and then took me to her place where she nearly dragged me into her apartment and put me on the couch in her dusty little hole in Underground Atlanta. Finially I awoke, and for a brief moment....the Rich Boy & the Poor Girl....connected to become one. She gave me her number, and I tried to call her once.....that night..that night when I felt something was wrong. Yet now, I feel nothing. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. She did'nt even cross my mind again, after hearing the news that my money was stolen out of my own God Damn Bank. You can't get much worse than this. How far do I have to drop before I can get my life back....how much do I have to lose.))
Dark Voice: Everything!!!
::Johnny Storm's eyes shoot open, and he sits straight up in his tiny single bed positioned inside the cell where he had been detained since Wednsday. It was night time...his private thoughts racked with what he was going to do, and trying to figure out how this could happen. He pushes the cover off of himself, as he swings his feet over the side, and drops down...his bare feet hitting the cold cement. The feeling stings through his feet, and he shudders suddenly at the chilled feeling coarsing from the surrounding area. There was an open toilet in the corner, along with a sink beside it. Over in the other corner, the aforementioned bed. The sound had come from all around him however...and he did'nt know what to think..perhaps finally with the past events he had finally lost it. His mind was fragile, as he stepped forward...each step sending a chill up his spine...the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. His lip curls into a snarl of rage, and he swings his fist angrily knocking the cup on the sink to scatter water all over the far wall. The water drips down the grime caked wall, trickeling down as the cup spins with a clank on the floor. A light from the guard at the end of the hall flashes on, and Storm see's the flash light lit figure walking down the dark hallway. 'Lights Out' was past due, and Storm was still up....it was'nt a matter that you could'nt sit in the dark if you were in jail..it was a matter if you could do it quietly. The well built guard came to a stop where Storm stood perhaps 5 feet away....the only thing seperating the two men was the 3 inch steel bars pushing up out of the 18 inches of poured concrete in front of him. The guard made a sneer towards Storm, that caused Storm to jerk towards the bed, and flop down. The guard dredged his nightstick across the steel bars causeing a clanking sound to ring out through out the entire facility. Some of the prisoners could be heard further down the hall moaning at the sound after being woken up by the annoying sound. Storm flashed the guard an angry scowol, but this only amused the guard further.::
Gaurd: You know ever since you got here (sarcasticlly) Mr. Fantastic....you've not had one night without doing something to cause noise. (Turns to face the hallway) I think Mr. Storm here likes keeping you boys up at night!! I think maybe he wants to provoke some of you...he is after all....a BIG TIME WRASLLER!!
::A flurry of laughs come from the dark cells down the stretch of human cages. Storm snaps up to his feet, and the guard jumps a little, but then muses to himself...clanking his night stick back across the steel bars. He then flashes the light up to shine in Storm's eyes, causeing Storm to look away....the blood boiling inside of him. The Gaurd looks past him, and raises his eyebrow in a questioning glance.::
Gaurd: What's that Storm? You think your going to find Redemption? That's real cute...real cute...
::The Gaurd nods, and laughter rings out down the hall, as he turns on his heels, and starts back down to his post. Storm turns behind him confused at his words, and looks to the wall where the Gaurd had been looking. There the water had whiped down the grime of the cell....and in clear and explicit letters fromed the word "Redemption". Storm staggered backwards against the steel bars his eyes open wide from the surprise. He had found in life, that there was no such thing as circumstance when it came to Redemption. Storm's eyes looked around himself for several moments...but the word continued to stay formed upon the wall. Finally with a rush of adrenaline, Storm jerks up one of his linens from hsi bed, and begins franticlly whipeing at the wall. After a few moments he took a step backwards...looking through out the darkness..the word finally gone from his site. Storm suddenly realised that this was no longer a series of events.....but they were a set up..a plan...derived by one person, to serve one person. Only one person could be capable of makeing it happen......Redemption! Storm sat down on his bed once more, his face burried in the palms of his hands. He leaned back on the bed....trying to find solace in sleep.::
MAY 13th, 2001
MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN
MILWAUKEE POLICE DETENTION CENTER
MOTHER'S DAY: 1:27p.m.
((My phone call has already come and past. Steven could'nt help me out of this one. Hell...no one could it seemed. I even spoke to MJ, who was sympathetic...but nothing could come of it. The Circle nor Sinn Enterprises could involve themselves with the matter. What's even worse...I understood. The Storm Corporation would have known better than to stick it's nose into something like this....unless it was me of coarse. However the Storm Corporation...a company started by my grandfather does'nt hold much clout with me anymore...considering it's been stolen right out from in under me. 11.4 Billion dollars that I not so much earned, but was made mine through the efforts of others. Without my genious none of it would exist..but now it was gone. I was driveing a f*cking honda for christ's sake!! Now...now this buisness with Carol Janson....I'm no murderer. Explain that to the cops then. Explain that to....Shelly English. Everything has fallen apart..and I'm moveing closer and closer to falling apart myself. I'm not so sure anymore....of what it is that I'm going to do. I have nothing to lose anymore....I have nothing to gain either. They took the Maximus Title from me when I came in here...and now they have it under lock & key. Said I'll get it back or it will be turned over to GWA Security & Steven Fury upon the time that I am tried. They found the gun.....obviously it was planted on me by the assassin that I encountered at the Ramada inn....but who was he to me? I seemed to know him somehow...and now at least I know who's behind these events..however that does'nt settle anything. The fact is...Redemption was supposed to be dead. Ended in the IWF. I ended him. I stopped it from going any further....I stopped the insanity. Yet he's here..he's returned for me. Just like he always said he would.))
::Johnny Storm watched from the second floor window of the entertainment room, through the bars, down to the pavement below where a few of the inmates were playing basketball. Luckilly because of who he was his trial was delayed, and he was only being held in a Detention Center rather than a Federal Prison. The differences between the two...were some of the inmates here would actually get to re-enter society...where as some would go on to the prison to become someone's bitch. This was Hacker's prison. Low Security. Storm watched through the window in thought, untill suddenly a hand reaches up jerking him around by his shoulder. He looks face to face with a gaurd in surprise...his face twists in anger rather than anything else, but the gaurd then smiles easing Storm's mind. His grip on Storm's shoulder even lightens...and the gaurd then takes a step back.::
Gaurd: Johnny Storm?
::Johnny looked at the Gaurd with a questioning glance, and then nodded....keeping his eyes on the mans face in an attempt to study him.::
Gaurd: Good.....well sir you'll be happy to know that you will be released today!!
::Storm questioning glance dropped to that of surprise. He was'nt expecting the news, and he holds his hand out in an attempt to say something...but before he can his knee's buckle in under him, and he leans against the wall. The gaurd looks to him with a grin, and takes him by the outstretched arm in an attempt to help hold him up. Storm then looks back to him a little...trying to regain his composure a little...::
Johnny Storm: How? Why?
::The Gaurd nods, pulling Storm from the wall...and helping him down into a near by seat. Storm sits down, and puts his hands on his knee to keep his upper body from falling forwards. He then looks up at the Gaurd in question.::
Gaurd: Oh...Oh..sorry. Well the thing is...everything up to this point was a mistake. Captain Harris informed us this morning...the evidance does'nt add up. Now it's true that you were in Atlanta, Georgia during the dates of March 22nd through the 28th...but John Landau, your lawyer cleared all of this up by delivering phone calls made by you to his office during the time of the murder. However the gun with your prints was a mystery untill finally Landau came up with the information that someone broke into your home in Charlotte, and stole some antiques, along with a Colt Python Revolver. So no wonder your prints were on it....I'm afraid that someone has had it out for you, and it is the thoughts of this police agency that you stay within police protection.
::Storm looks to the man, and he grows a grin across his face from pure joy at the news. Landau, Luckman, & Lake had finally come through for him. Finally something was going his way. He then looked back to the gaurd.::
Johnny Storm: What about my money?
Gaurd: Sorry Sir...but that is still a mystery. For all intents and purposes Captain Harris says that he can't hold you for it, cause there is not enough proof. So basically, you are free to go...but will be in under police protection.
Johnny Storm: What about my job...I'm a wrestler..I have to travel!!
Gaurd: Well...that is the good news....two men have been appointed to your case, they are speacialists Brought in by the young woman who paid your legal fee's. They seem like real professionals...they won't utter a peep but "Yes Sir, No Sir." Plus...Captain Harris is the one who reckomended them to us...so we of coarse agreed & allowed her to sign to it.
Johnny Storm: Young Woman....who is that?
Gaurd: I could'nt tell you, but she left you a note along with a substantial amount of money. You can follow me..and I'll take you to the check out area..where you can get your stuff back...we do apolagize for all that you've been through. Captain Harris still has a few questions to ask..but besides that you are free to move along.
::Johnny Storm's eyes wandered the room to the other inmates that looked him over in question to what he and the gaurd were discussing. Storm then finally stood up to his feet, and nodded with a smile to the gaurd who in turn, started towards the door. Storm followed closely behind, and they disappeared behind the door...the room they had just left suddenly in a buzz of gossip. The Gaurd led Storm down a few long hallways, but before long he came to a desk area surrounded by a cage. The gaurd behind the desk was female, and she delivered a smile to Storm as he stepped up to the counter. The Gaurd who had delivered the message, shook his hand, and then went on about his duties...Storm left at the counter with an unsure glance.::
Johnny Storm:..uh....the..the name's Johnny Storm...
::The Female Gaurd lets out a light laugh, and then reaches down, pulling a bag upwards, and pushing it forwards in the opening at the bottomof the cage. Storm smile, opening the bag, and pulling out the Maximus Championship. The woman delights at seeing it, and then leans forward.::
Female Gaurd: Listen...I know this may not be the best time to ask this...but would you sign an autograph for my son...He loves you & Chris Damm. He thinks your just the coolest..and it would make his day..
::Johnny Storm's gaze looks up from the Maximus Title, and the thought of just walking away from the dumbfound bitch struck him at first....but then he suddenly nodded. His face turned surprised that he had actually done such a thing, but the excitement on the woman's face was more than enough to tell him that he had'nt imagined the nod. She pushes a piece of paper & a pen to him...and he takes it in his hand.....writing the Autograph out to Timmy..the name she continues to blab on about although Storm can't seem to hear her. Storm pushes the paper back to her..and then takes the bag, and looks back to her. She smiles happily, and folds the paper, pushing it down into her purse. Then, she looks back to him, and directs him to one of the rooms used for changing out of the Detention Center's issued clothes and back into his own. After about 15 minuetes Storm emerges the small room wearing black leather pants, and the brand new GWA Johnny Storm: It's how I feel about everyone! T-shirt. He has the Maximus Title in his clutches, and at the same time he has the crumpled up bag in the other, and as he passes by a trash can he throws the bag towards it hitting the mark Fantastically. He then steps back up to the counter.::
Female Gaurd: Feel better?
Johnny Storm: (with a smile) Much....so the gaurd said something about cash & a note...
Female Gaurd: Ahhhh..yes...I almost forgot.
::The Female Gaurd turns in her swivel chair, and digs through some files, and then finds another bag...pulling it forward..a piece of paper stapled to it. She then places it on the desk, pushing a charter pad out in front of him.::
Female Gaurd: I'll need you to sign out, and then you can follow this hallway all the way to the end...and there you can present this pass( pushes a pass out to him) and you will be admitted to leave.
::Storm takes the pin at the top of the clip boad, and signs his name & the date on the allotted lines. He then smiles to the Female Gaurd one last time, before takeing the bag up into his hands, and starts towards the direction she had pointed him. He pulled the note from the bag with interest, and opened it. The type was very unfamiliar..and Storm was still in wonderment as to who sent the letter...He walked and read all at the same time...::
Dear Johnny,
I'm guessing that you are now free and on the streets once again. The two men who are to gaurd you are not cops. They are your own personal muscle to do with as what you will. Their salaries have been paid for a full years worth of service. They follow only your direction....they are professionals after all. As far as the money goes..think of it as a debt repaid...so to speak. Captain Harris took some time, but the truth is every one has a price. All the charges will be dropped within the hour after I'm done. I'm fond of you Johnny because you helped me at a time when it seemed no one would. Therefore I come to you in much the same circumstances. However Johnny..i'm still in need of help..will you be the one to help me..or was this perhaps a mistake.
::The Leter told Storm nothing..his eyes scanning over it again & again in wonder. Who was this mystery lady that he had helped....who was this mystery woman who wanted Storm's help. Johnny continued untill reaching the end of the hallway, and he picked at the pass the Female Gaurd had given him. The Gaurd at the gate looked to Storm, then the pass...and then he nod as if to some unseen person. The large solids steel door however made a dreadful creaking sound. The doors slowly pushed open, and light flooded in on the hallway as if to show how dark the place actually was. Storm Stepped forward out to the outside, and just as quickly as the doors had opened, they slowly begin to close locking the prisoners back inside. Storm looks from side to side, and the feeling of the suburbs of Milwaukee surround him...and he realizes he really has no one to come and get him. As he starts forward, he starts to hail a cab, but instead a Silver Stretch Limo screeches to a halt right in behind him. Storm turns to the screeching sound suprisedly, and shrieks at the Cadiallac symbol comeing dangerously close...but stopping just short of giveing himi an enema. He raises his eyebrows at the driver who shrugs, and steps out of the car. wearing the standard driver's uniform::
Driver: You Johnny Storm?
Johnny Storm: Yeah...
Driver: Good..this is your limo.
::Storm looks on in wonder, as the driver rounds the car, and opens the very back door. Storm slowly approaches, and looks from side to side....before finally putting one foot in, and slideing down into a comfortable leather seat. It had been to long since he knew the comfort of his own limo.....he smiled closeing his eyes...The driver continued to look into the limo.::
Driver: So do you want me to take you to the airport directly...or would you like for me to stop off at your hotel first?
::Storm looks towards the Driver with question...::
Johnny Storm: Airport?
Driver: Yes sir...to your jet...
Johnny Storm: My jet...
Driver: Yes sir...your private jet...silver colored..with black trim..you know the one..custom made.
::Johnny sits back, leaning against the seat in question to the driver. He then nods as if not able to speak..to deep in thought. The driver nods, and then slams the door..running around to hop into the drivers seat. The limo starts off, merging back into traffic, Storm still in wonder as to what was going on. Suddenly things did'nt seem so bad..but who had done this. What young woman was everyone suddenly speaking of. Storm looked down at the brown paper bag in his clutches, and then to the Maximus Title in his other hand. He then set the Maximus Title over to the side, and slowly opened the bag afraid to look inside. Upon opening it however...his eyes opened wide at the sight of 15 stacked & rolled 1000 dollar bills. Storm dumped the stacks of currency out onto the floor of the limo, and lifted them up....peeling his thumb across the paper causing it to make a cracking sound. He did this to each one, and estimated that there was about half a million dollars inside the bag. Another note was attatched to one of the short stacks. Storm cracked a smile, and opened the piece of parchment.::
P.S. Buy some new clothes and look presentable....we'll talk soon.
::Storm lets out a loud laugh, and falls back into the side of the limo seat clutching one of the 1000 dollar stacks in his hands. He then sits forward hitting a button to his left, causeing the glass seperating the driver from the passenger to go down. The driver turned his head, in question.::
Driver: Can I help you sir?
Johnny Storm: Yeah...actually you can. Can you tell me who hired you? What's the name under?
Driver: Well sir...I'm afraid I can't tell you that. It was ordered not to say who. She said she would contact you when it's convenient, but in the mean time I serve you as your driver. The other two guys however...the big oafs....they don't say nothing. They are here simply for your protection. So can I ask....what do you need protection from?
Johnny Storm: Good question...
Driver: What was that...
Johnny Storm: Nothing....nothing for you to worry about.
Driver: Alright whatever....so we're going to the hotel or the airport..you never really specified..
Johnny Storm: Air Port...I have to get to Insurrection.....and I also have to tell the world why I called out that twirp Anton.to a Maximus Title Defense.
Driver: Sure thing Mr. Storm.
Johnny Storm: Oh and driver..
Driver: Yeah?
Johnny Storm: STEP ON IT!! JEEZ!!
::Storm says the last bit very sarcastically as he pushes the button and the glass suddenly seperates the two men. Storm then gathers up the money, and puts it back into the paper bag. He grins stupidly out of excitement.....pushing his legs out to stretch them..his hands behind his head...enjoying the unexpected expensive ride.::
((One Day. That's all it took to make the world right again. One Day. In One Day I have been able to deliver myself from mediocre hotels & cars. In One Day I have been released from this supposed charges that I never commited in the first place. In One Day I have realised what I needed to for a long time. That I am chosen & master over my own fate. If given the right amount of patience the answers will come to me. And it's only a matter of time untill One Day...I am the Gladiator Champion...))
::Storm muses at the ideas rolling around his brain, as the limo continues it's coarse towards the airport::
NO DATE KNOWN
THE GREAT UNKNOWN
REDEMPTION'S THRONE ROOM
DROWNING SORROWS: NO WHERE TIME
::Redemption's eyes grow faint, and then blaze open angrily as he whirls around..his black robes flapping in an unseen wind. The pool below him is known as a Seeing Well, where one can watch the events of real time. Redemption's eyes however were not pleased with the events of Real Time. His anger was felt through out the room, and thus..the shadows within shifted and moaned as if in pain. Redemption had a connection to the Great Unknown..the place before you get to Heaven or Hell. The place where nothing lived...where people seemed to be trapped sometimes to haunt the living. However Redemption did'nt seek to haunt but one soul....and he wanted one soul to be sruck unto this place for eternity...for this would open the door...the gate....to allowing him escape from The Great Unknown forever. Johnny Storm's soul. Why was Storm the chosen one...not even Redemption understood it. He barely seemed worthy of such a title...but even he did not see it. Only Redemption...only he could see what was right in front of Storm's face. However now the plan that was to be used to break Storm...the plan that would keep him down.....has now back fired...and there is a third party now involved. Someone that Redemption has no power of control over. A female...a female puss filled cow full of cunt diseased milk pouring out of her vaginal slothing troph. Redemption hated the thought of her...let alone if he had to see her. Which was his problem....she remained hidden from the one person who should find her easily. A person who can see all. And still....somehow the insufferable bitch was no where to be found. Who was this heifer who jeapordized Redemptions master plan? Now was the time for him to find out.::
Redemption: Why...WHY?!?
::Oracle inches forwards cowering from Redemption's powerful gaze.::
Oracle: I don't know sire...I..i don't see how she could have changed history...I have forseen it to come to pass...she was never a factor before now.
::Redemptions eyes glazed hot, as he threw his hands forwards lifting oracle off the ground with some un-natural power he possesed in this plane of existance. Oracle became fearful, as Redemption started forwards...the cryptic citadel moaning out with Redemptions own anger boiling. Oracle remains in the air....as Redemption passes by him....Salvation stumbles forwards on all fours...once a beautiful woman who was a ring valet, now still beautiful...but with wolf like teeth, and darker eyes....her blonde hair matted rather than straight like it once was. Press jerks at the chain around her neck causing it to choke her right as she started to walk into Redemptions path. She looked angrily at the large man who stood at 6 foot 9 and about 367 lbs. He just shooks his head "no", and she suddenly understood slowly returning to him to lay at his feet. Redemption flings Oracle all about as he power walks towards his throne...Oracle flailing in the air from fear of heights. Two beastly looking hounds run up to join Redemption in his walk, and he finally finds rest in his throne....Oracle fallind to the floor before him hard. Oracle looks up, and the two hounds look onto him with glowing eyes & growls. He backs away fearfully, as Redemption rests either hand on the beasts heads. He rubs them, and they lovingly turn into him...hellfire in their eyes. Suddenly there is a loud grumble, that rocks the entire foundation of the citadel & throne room. Redemption then flashes a look of pure contempt to Oracle.::
Redemption: DO YOU SEE!! The beast is angry...without Storm out of the way completely..I can not exist in the other world to perform my duties given to me by GOD! I am the self appointed anti-christ. I am the destroyer of all things.....I am the leader of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse...and I am the key to open the flameing gates of The Great Unknown that will release THE BEAST!! AND STORM!! That vile sack of flesh & blood...that is packed with morsals of meat & bone....he is the only thing holding me back from fullfilling my destiny..with his existance, my own can not come to pass. His body is but a vessel...and in Satan's decietful ignorance he planted the seed in him....a weakling...a worthless fool corrupted by money & sex!! I must destroy the man's soul....so that my own can grow within the seed planted...and fulfill what is in the prophecy of the bible!!
Oracle: Yes Master....but what am I to do? Please...grace me with your wisdom? I am not understanding....I have no idea of the bitch's name...or her existance? She was not in my visions...
Redemption: What you do Oracle....IS FIND OUT!! By any means necessary....send someone to find out....send...the abomination...
Oracle: Yes...Yes sir..
::Oracle nods in compliance, and turns to run down the throne room to it's enterance. Redemption leans back into his throne, his hands steepleing as if he is in thought. His mind soars through what he must do....and the things that he has already done. Press watches from the sidelines...strokeing Salvation's hair sweetly. She purs in under his touch, but for the first time since his membership to the Frayed Ends Of Sanity..has he doubted Redemptions power.::
TO BE CONTINUED....
MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN
MILWAUKEE POLICE DETENTION CENTER
DISTRICT 29: 11:45p.m.
((15 minuetes untill midnight. 15 minuetes untill I've been in this jail cell for a complete five days. Here I am...The Former co-holder of the Legion Tag Team Championships...the Former Olympic Chamipon.....and the current Maximus Championship....ontop of the world...and the number one man in the Gladiator Wrestling Association besides the boss himself. I finally lobbied the support of the woman that I like....someone I've wanted since her arrival...and finally after all this time I am the one in control. Yet in one quick motion...in one evening...in one moment in time....it has all been removed. There is nothing left. I have been wrongly accused of crimes that I have not committed....even worse....crimes that I did'nt even realize that had been commited. Carol Janson was a waitress at The Butcher Brewery in Atlanta, Georgia. She took me in in a moment of weakness to alcohol. I was down after the Gladiator Title Match...involveing Reina Saiaki. I had lost, and I was'nt sure where else to go....but I knew of a great place where most wrestlers drowned their sorrows. She could have turned me away. It would have been better if she had turned me away. But she did'nt. She helped me to her car, and then took me to her place where she nearly dragged me into her apartment and put me on the couch in her dusty little hole in Underground Atlanta. Finially I awoke, and for a brief moment....the Rich Boy & the Poor Girl....connected to become one. She gave me her number, and I tried to call her once.....that night..that night when I felt something was wrong. Yet now, I feel nothing. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. She did'nt even cross my mind again, after hearing the news that my money was stolen out of my own God Damn Bank. You can't get much worse than this. How far do I have to drop before I can get my life back....how much do I have to lose.))
Dark Voice: Everything!!!
::Johnny Storm's eyes shoot open, and he sits straight up in his tiny single bed positioned inside the cell where he had been detained since Wednsday. It was night time...his private thoughts racked with what he was going to do, and trying to figure out how this could happen. He pushes the cover off of himself, as he swings his feet over the side, and drops down...his bare feet hitting the cold cement. The feeling stings through his feet, and he shudders suddenly at the chilled feeling coarsing from the surrounding area. There was an open toilet in the corner, along with a sink beside it. Over in the other corner, the aforementioned bed. The sound had come from all around him however...and he did'nt know what to think..perhaps finally with the past events he had finally lost it. His mind was fragile, as he stepped forward...each step sending a chill up his spine...the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. His lip curls into a snarl of rage, and he swings his fist angrily knocking the cup on the sink to scatter water all over the far wall. The water drips down the grime caked wall, trickeling down as the cup spins with a clank on the floor. A light from the guard at the end of the hall flashes on, and Storm see's the flash light lit figure walking down the dark hallway. 'Lights Out' was past due, and Storm was still up....it was'nt a matter that you could'nt sit in the dark if you were in jail..it was a matter if you could do it quietly. The well built guard came to a stop where Storm stood perhaps 5 feet away....the only thing seperating the two men was the 3 inch steel bars pushing up out of the 18 inches of poured concrete in front of him. The guard made a sneer towards Storm, that caused Storm to jerk towards the bed, and flop down. The guard dredged his nightstick across the steel bars causeing a clanking sound to ring out through out the entire facility. Some of the prisoners could be heard further down the hall moaning at the sound after being woken up by the annoying sound. Storm flashed the guard an angry scowol, but this only amused the guard further.::
Gaurd: You know ever since you got here (sarcasticlly) Mr. Fantastic....you've not had one night without doing something to cause noise. (Turns to face the hallway) I think Mr. Storm here likes keeping you boys up at night!! I think maybe he wants to provoke some of you...he is after all....a BIG TIME WRASLLER!!
::A flurry of laughs come from the dark cells down the stretch of human cages. Storm snaps up to his feet, and the guard jumps a little, but then muses to himself...clanking his night stick back across the steel bars. He then flashes the light up to shine in Storm's eyes, causeing Storm to look away....the blood boiling inside of him. The Gaurd looks past him, and raises his eyebrow in a questioning glance.::
Gaurd: What's that Storm? You think your going to find Redemption? That's real cute...real cute...
::The Gaurd nods, and laughter rings out down the hall, as he turns on his heels, and starts back down to his post. Storm turns behind him confused at his words, and looks to the wall where the Gaurd had been looking. There the water had whiped down the grime of the cell....and in clear and explicit letters fromed the word "Redemption". Storm staggered backwards against the steel bars his eyes open wide from the surprise. He had found in life, that there was no such thing as circumstance when it came to Redemption. Storm's eyes looked around himself for several moments...but the word continued to stay formed upon the wall. Finally with a rush of adrenaline, Storm jerks up one of his linens from hsi bed, and begins franticlly whipeing at the wall. After a few moments he took a step backwards...looking through out the darkness..the word finally gone from his site. Storm suddenly realised that this was no longer a series of events.....but they were a set up..a plan...derived by one person, to serve one person. Only one person could be capable of makeing it happen......Redemption! Storm sat down on his bed once more, his face burried in the palms of his hands. He leaned back on the bed....trying to find solace in sleep.::
MAY 13th, 2001
MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN
MILWAUKEE POLICE DETENTION CENTER
MOTHER'S DAY: 1:27p.m.
((My phone call has already come and past. Steven could'nt help me out of this one. Hell...no one could it seemed. I even spoke to MJ, who was sympathetic...but nothing could come of it. The Circle nor Sinn Enterprises could involve themselves with the matter. What's even worse...I understood. The Storm Corporation would have known better than to stick it's nose into something like this....unless it was me of coarse. However the Storm Corporation...a company started by my grandfather does'nt hold much clout with me anymore...considering it's been stolen right out from in under me. 11.4 Billion dollars that I not so much earned, but was made mine through the efforts of others. Without my genious none of it would exist..but now it was gone. I was driveing a f*cking honda for christ's sake!! Now...now this buisness with Carol Janson....I'm no murderer. Explain that to the cops then. Explain that to....Shelly English. Everything has fallen apart..and I'm moveing closer and closer to falling apart myself. I'm not so sure anymore....of what it is that I'm going to do. I have nothing to lose anymore....I have nothing to gain either. They took the Maximus Title from me when I came in here...and now they have it under lock & key. Said I'll get it back or it will be turned over to GWA Security & Steven Fury upon the time that I am tried. They found the gun.....obviously it was planted on me by the assassin that I encountered at the Ramada inn....but who was he to me? I seemed to know him somehow...and now at least I know who's behind these events..however that does'nt settle anything. The fact is...Redemption was supposed to be dead. Ended in the IWF. I ended him. I stopped it from going any further....I stopped the insanity. Yet he's here..he's returned for me. Just like he always said he would.))
::Johnny Storm watched from the second floor window of the entertainment room, through the bars, down to the pavement below where a few of the inmates were playing basketball. Luckilly because of who he was his trial was delayed, and he was only being held in a Detention Center rather than a Federal Prison. The differences between the two...were some of the inmates here would actually get to re-enter society...where as some would go on to the prison to become someone's bitch. This was Hacker's prison. Low Security. Storm watched through the window in thought, untill suddenly a hand reaches up jerking him around by his shoulder. He looks face to face with a gaurd in surprise...his face twists in anger rather than anything else, but the gaurd then smiles easing Storm's mind. His grip on Storm's shoulder even lightens...and the gaurd then takes a step back.::
Gaurd: Johnny Storm?
::Johnny looked at the Gaurd with a questioning glance, and then nodded....keeping his eyes on the mans face in an attempt to study him.::
Gaurd: Good.....well sir you'll be happy to know that you will be released today!!
::Storm questioning glance dropped to that of surprise. He was'nt expecting the news, and he holds his hand out in an attempt to say something...but before he can his knee's buckle in under him, and he leans against the wall. The gaurd looks to him with a grin, and takes him by the outstretched arm in an attempt to help hold him up. Storm then looks back to him a little...trying to regain his composure a little...::
Johnny Storm: How? Why?
::The Gaurd nods, pulling Storm from the wall...and helping him down into a near by seat. Storm sits down, and puts his hands on his knee to keep his upper body from falling forwards. He then looks up at the Gaurd in question.::
Gaurd: Oh...Oh..sorry. Well the thing is...everything up to this point was a mistake. Captain Harris informed us this morning...the evidance does'nt add up. Now it's true that you were in Atlanta, Georgia during the dates of March 22nd through the 28th...but John Landau, your lawyer cleared all of this up by delivering phone calls made by you to his office during the time of the murder. However the gun with your prints was a mystery untill finally Landau came up with the information that someone broke into your home in Charlotte, and stole some antiques, along with a Colt Python Revolver. So no wonder your prints were on it....I'm afraid that someone has had it out for you, and it is the thoughts of this police agency that you stay within police protection.
::Storm looks to the man, and he grows a grin across his face from pure joy at the news. Landau, Luckman, & Lake had finally come through for him. Finally something was going his way. He then looked back to the gaurd.::
Johnny Storm: What about my money?
Gaurd: Sorry Sir...but that is still a mystery. For all intents and purposes Captain Harris says that he can't hold you for it, cause there is not enough proof. So basically, you are free to go...but will be in under police protection.
Johnny Storm: What about my job...I'm a wrestler..I have to travel!!
Gaurd: Well...that is the good news....two men have been appointed to your case, they are speacialists Brought in by the young woman who paid your legal fee's. They seem like real professionals...they won't utter a peep but "Yes Sir, No Sir." Plus...Captain Harris is the one who reckomended them to us...so we of coarse agreed & allowed her to sign to it.
Johnny Storm: Young Woman....who is that?
Gaurd: I could'nt tell you, but she left you a note along with a substantial amount of money. You can follow me..and I'll take you to the check out area..where you can get your stuff back...we do apolagize for all that you've been through. Captain Harris still has a few questions to ask..but besides that you are free to move along.
::Johnny Storm's eyes wandered the room to the other inmates that looked him over in question to what he and the gaurd were discussing. Storm then finally stood up to his feet, and nodded with a smile to the gaurd who in turn, started towards the door. Storm followed closely behind, and they disappeared behind the door...the room they had just left suddenly in a buzz of gossip. The Gaurd led Storm down a few long hallways, but before long he came to a desk area surrounded by a cage. The gaurd behind the desk was female, and she delivered a smile to Storm as he stepped up to the counter. The Gaurd who had delivered the message, shook his hand, and then went on about his duties...Storm left at the counter with an unsure glance.::
Johnny Storm:..uh....the..the name's Johnny Storm...
::The Female Gaurd lets out a light laugh, and then reaches down, pulling a bag upwards, and pushing it forwards in the opening at the bottomof the cage. Storm smile, opening the bag, and pulling out the Maximus Championship. The woman delights at seeing it, and then leans forward.::
Female Gaurd: Listen...I know this may not be the best time to ask this...but would you sign an autograph for my son...He loves you & Chris Damm. He thinks your just the coolest..and it would make his day..
::Johnny Storm's gaze looks up from the Maximus Title, and the thought of just walking away from the dumbfound bitch struck him at first....but then he suddenly nodded. His face turned surprised that he had actually done such a thing, but the excitement on the woman's face was more than enough to tell him that he had'nt imagined the nod. She pushes a piece of paper & a pen to him...and he takes it in his hand.....writing the Autograph out to Timmy..the name she continues to blab on about although Storm can't seem to hear her. Storm pushes the paper back to her..and then takes the bag, and looks back to her. She smiles happily, and folds the paper, pushing it down into her purse. Then, she looks back to him, and directs him to one of the rooms used for changing out of the Detention Center's issued clothes and back into his own. After about 15 minuetes Storm emerges the small room wearing black leather pants, and the brand new GWA Johnny Storm: It's how I feel about everyone! T-shirt. He has the Maximus Title in his clutches, and at the same time he has the crumpled up bag in the other, and as he passes by a trash can he throws the bag towards it hitting the mark Fantastically. He then steps back up to the counter.::
Female Gaurd: Feel better?
Johnny Storm: (with a smile) Much....so the gaurd said something about cash & a note...
Female Gaurd: Ahhhh..yes...I almost forgot.
::The Female Gaurd turns in her swivel chair, and digs through some files, and then finds another bag...pulling it forward..a piece of paper stapled to it. She then places it on the desk, pushing a charter pad out in front of him.::
Female Gaurd: I'll need you to sign out, and then you can follow this hallway all the way to the end...and there you can present this pass( pushes a pass out to him) and you will be admitted to leave.
::Storm takes the pin at the top of the clip boad, and signs his name & the date on the allotted lines. He then smiles to the Female Gaurd one last time, before takeing the bag up into his hands, and starts towards the direction she had pointed him. He pulled the note from the bag with interest, and opened it. The type was very unfamiliar..and Storm was still in wonderment as to who sent the letter...He walked and read all at the same time...::
Dear Johnny,
I'm guessing that you are now free and on the streets once again. The two men who are to gaurd you are not cops. They are your own personal muscle to do with as what you will. Their salaries have been paid for a full years worth of service. They follow only your direction....they are professionals after all. As far as the money goes..think of it as a debt repaid...so to speak. Captain Harris took some time, but the truth is every one has a price. All the charges will be dropped within the hour after I'm done. I'm fond of you Johnny because you helped me at a time when it seemed no one would. Therefore I come to you in much the same circumstances. However Johnny..i'm still in need of help..will you be the one to help me..or was this perhaps a mistake.
::The Leter told Storm nothing..his eyes scanning over it again & again in wonder. Who was this mystery lady that he had helped....who was this mystery woman who wanted Storm's help. Johnny continued untill reaching the end of the hallway, and he picked at the pass the Female Gaurd had given him. The Gaurd at the gate looked to Storm, then the pass...and then he nod as if to some unseen person. The large solids steel door however made a dreadful creaking sound. The doors slowly pushed open, and light flooded in on the hallway as if to show how dark the place actually was. Storm Stepped forward out to the outside, and just as quickly as the doors had opened, they slowly begin to close locking the prisoners back inside. Storm looks from side to side, and the feeling of the suburbs of Milwaukee surround him...and he realizes he really has no one to come and get him. As he starts forward, he starts to hail a cab, but instead a Silver Stretch Limo screeches to a halt right in behind him. Storm turns to the screeching sound suprisedly, and shrieks at the Cadiallac symbol comeing dangerously close...but stopping just short of giveing himi an enema. He raises his eyebrows at the driver who shrugs, and steps out of the car. wearing the standard driver's uniform::
Driver: You Johnny Storm?
Johnny Storm: Yeah...
Driver: Good..this is your limo.
::Storm looks on in wonder, as the driver rounds the car, and opens the very back door. Storm slowly approaches, and looks from side to side....before finally putting one foot in, and slideing down into a comfortable leather seat. It had been to long since he knew the comfort of his own limo.....he smiled closeing his eyes...The driver continued to look into the limo.::
Driver: So do you want me to take you to the airport directly...or would you like for me to stop off at your hotel first?
::Storm looks towards the Driver with question...::
Johnny Storm: Airport?
Driver: Yes sir...to your jet...
Johnny Storm: My jet...
Driver: Yes sir...your private jet...silver colored..with black trim..you know the one..custom made.
::Johnny sits back, leaning against the seat in question to the driver. He then nods as if not able to speak..to deep in thought. The driver nods, and then slams the door..running around to hop into the drivers seat. The limo starts off, merging back into traffic, Storm still in wonder as to what was going on. Suddenly things did'nt seem so bad..but who had done this. What young woman was everyone suddenly speaking of. Storm looked down at the brown paper bag in his clutches, and then to the Maximus Title in his other hand. He then set the Maximus Title over to the side, and slowly opened the bag afraid to look inside. Upon opening it however...his eyes opened wide at the sight of 15 stacked & rolled 1000 dollar bills. Storm dumped the stacks of currency out onto the floor of the limo, and lifted them up....peeling his thumb across the paper causing it to make a cracking sound. He did this to each one, and estimated that there was about half a million dollars inside the bag. Another note was attatched to one of the short stacks. Storm cracked a smile, and opened the piece of parchment.::
P.S. Buy some new clothes and look presentable....we'll talk soon.
::Storm lets out a loud laugh, and falls back into the side of the limo seat clutching one of the 1000 dollar stacks in his hands. He then sits forward hitting a button to his left, causeing the glass seperating the driver from the passenger to go down. The driver turned his head, in question.::
Driver: Can I help you sir?
Johnny Storm: Yeah...actually you can. Can you tell me who hired you? What's the name under?
Driver: Well sir...I'm afraid I can't tell you that. It was ordered not to say who. She said she would contact you when it's convenient, but in the mean time I serve you as your driver. The other two guys however...the big oafs....they don't say nothing. They are here simply for your protection. So can I ask....what do you need protection from?
Johnny Storm: Good question...
Driver: What was that...
Johnny Storm: Nothing....nothing for you to worry about.
Driver: Alright whatever....so we're going to the hotel or the airport..you never really specified..
Johnny Storm: Air Port...I have to get to Insurrection.....and I also have to tell the world why I called out that twirp Anton.to a Maximus Title Defense.
Driver: Sure thing Mr. Storm.
Johnny Storm: Oh and driver..
Driver: Yeah?
Johnny Storm: STEP ON IT!! JEEZ!!
::Storm says the last bit very sarcastically as he pushes the button and the glass suddenly seperates the two men. Storm then gathers up the money, and puts it back into the paper bag. He grins stupidly out of excitement.....pushing his legs out to stretch them..his hands behind his head...enjoying the unexpected expensive ride.::
((One Day. That's all it took to make the world right again. One Day. In One Day I have been able to deliver myself from mediocre hotels & cars. In One Day I have been released from this supposed charges that I never commited in the first place. In One Day I have realised what I needed to for a long time. That I am chosen & master over my own fate. If given the right amount of patience the answers will come to me. And it's only a matter of time untill One Day...I am the Gladiator Champion...))
::Storm muses at the ideas rolling around his brain, as the limo continues it's coarse towards the airport::
NO DATE KNOWN
THE GREAT UNKNOWN
REDEMPTION'S THRONE ROOM
DROWNING SORROWS: NO WHERE TIME
::Redemption's eyes grow faint, and then blaze open angrily as he whirls around..his black robes flapping in an unseen wind. The pool below him is known as a Seeing Well, where one can watch the events of real time. Redemption's eyes however were not pleased with the events of Real Time. His anger was felt through out the room, and thus..the shadows within shifted and moaned as if in pain. Redemption had a connection to the Great Unknown..the place before you get to Heaven or Hell. The place where nothing lived...where people seemed to be trapped sometimes to haunt the living. However Redemption did'nt seek to haunt but one soul....and he wanted one soul to be sruck unto this place for eternity...for this would open the door...the gate....to allowing him escape from The Great Unknown forever. Johnny Storm's soul. Why was Storm the chosen one...not even Redemption understood it. He barely seemed worthy of such a title...but even he did not see it. Only Redemption...only he could see what was right in front of Storm's face. However now the plan that was to be used to break Storm...the plan that would keep him down.....has now back fired...and there is a third party now involved. Someone that Redemption has no power of control over. A female...a female puss filled cow full of cunt diseased milk pouring out of her vaginal slothing troph. Redemption hated the thought of her...let alone if he had to see her. Which was his problem....she remained hidden from the one person who should find her easily. A person who can see all. And still....somehow the insufferable bitch was no where to be found. Who was this heifer who jeapordized Redemptions master plan? Now was the time for him to find out.::
Redemption: Why...WHY?!?
::Oracle inches forwards cowering from Redemption's powerful gaze.::
Oracle: I don't know sire...I..i don't see how she could have changed history...I have forseen it to come to pass...she was never a factor before now.
::Redemptions eyes glazed hot, as he threw his hands forwards lifting oracle off the ground with some un-natural power he possesed in this plane of existance. Oracle became fearful, as Redemption started forwards...the cryptic citadel moaning out with Redemptions own anger boiling. Oracle remains in the air....as Redemption passes by him....Salvation stumbles forwards on all fours...once a beautiful woman who was a ring valet, now still beautiful...but with wolf like teeth, and darker eyes....her blonde hair matted rather than straight like it once was. Press jerks at the chain around her neck causing it to choke her right as she started to walk into Redemptions path. She looked angrily at the large man who stood at 6 foot 9 and about 367 lbs. He just shooks his head "no", and she suddenly understood slowly returning to him to lay at his feet. Redemption flings Oracle all about as he power walks towards his throne...Oracle flailing in the air from fear of heights. Two beastly looking hounds run up to join Redemption in his walk, and he finally finds rest in his throne....Oracle fallind to the floor before him hard. Oracle looks up, and the two hounds look onto him with glowing eyes & growls. He backs away fearfully, as Redemption rests either hand on the beasts heads. He rubs them, and they lovingly turn into him...hellfire in their eyes. Suddenly there is a loud grumble, that rocks the entire foundation of the citadel & throne room. Redemption then flashes a look of pure contempt to Oracle.::
Redemption: DO YOU SEE!! The beast is angry...without Storm out of the way completely..I can not exist in the other world to perform my duties given to me by GOD! I am the self appointed anti-christ. I am the destroyer of all things.....I am the leader of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse...and I am the key to open the flameing gates of The Great Unknown that will release THE BEAST!! AND STORM!! That vile sack of flesh & blood...that is packed with morsals of meat & bone....he is the only thing holding me back from fullfilling my destiny..with his existance, my own can not come to pass. His body is but a vessel...and in Satan's decietful ignorance he planted the seed in him....a weakling...a worthless fool corrupted by money & sex!! I must destroy the man's soul....so that my own can grow within the seed planted...and fulfill what is in the prophecy of the bible!!
Oracle: Yes Master....but what am I to do? Please...grace me with your wisdom? I am not understanding....I have no idea of the bitch's name...or her existance? She was not in my visions...
Redemption: What you do Oracle....IS FIND OUT!! By any means necessary....send someone to find out....send...the abomination...
Oracle: Yes...Yes sir..
::Oracle nods in compliance, and turns to run down the throne room to it's enterance. Redemption leans back into his throne, his hands steepleing as if he is in thought. His mind soars through what he must do....and the things that he has already done. Press watches from the sidelines...strokeing Salvation's hair sweetly. She purs in under his touch, but for the first time since his membership to the Frayed Ends Of Sanity..has he doubted Redemptions power.::
TO BE CONTINUED....