Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 6:49:14 GMT
MAY 14th, 2001
KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI
MARRIOT HOTEL & RESORT
RELAXATION: 11:32a.m.
((Isn't this bliss. I arrived at about 3 in the morning last night, I've laid about the penthouse suite all day. I've been able to push all the past couple of days out of my mind, and focus on the hear and now. The two goons outside the door are my own personal muscle, and my driver seems to be a good enough kid. I spoke with John Landau, My lawyer from Landau, Luckman, & Lake about the mystery woman. He says that he actually never had direct contact with her...she contacted him by phone and had the money delivered to pay for the fee's by another person. This was unbelievable. Time was finally on my side. Now all I have to do, is go to insurrection, and beat the human cream puff...Anton Rayge. Speaking of...I need to get in contact with someone from the GWA telling them that I'm out, and I WILL be present at Insurrection. I need to get a camera crew down here too...exit the jack ass reporter. I could do without the Ross Bobby's or the Howard Plathers for a while. To Bad Tyrone Tranza does'nt do his own interviews...I know I'ld get over with him. Heh...but It's time Johnny..get up....come on..you can do it...it's just...ahhhhhh...there we go. Sunlight))
::Johnny Storm sits up from the bed opening his eyes finally allowing the sunlight flooding the room through the curtain to wash over him. He squints his eyes at the sudden bright light, and slides off the edge of the bed, and gets to his feet. After a shower, and a fresh pair of custom made clothes brought to his room last night...he is ready to see the schedule for todays events. You see being a GWA Superstar is not always fun & games. Especially for "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. Today he was scheduled to go and speak to childeren about furthering their education...considering he had a degree from harvard. However, Storm was not in the mood for such talks. He was more concerned with how the world may have missed him....missed what he had to say about Anton Rayge. The Match would be decided on Wednsday, but although there was no doubt in Storm's mind of the outcome, he also had to worry about The newly formed "Bad Influence". What kind of ignorant name was that? Storm shook his head to the thoughts, and pulled the Maximus Title from his bag, putting it around his waist with a smile. It was to him kind of like those Big Red commercials with the black guy always telling people advice useing the gum..."It Looks Good On You". Storm grins, and then starts out the door. Flanked by the two large men mentioned earlier, he manuevers down the corridor & finally out of the Hotel and to his limo. It drives off following the orders of Storm::
MAY 14th, 2001
KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI
NORTH KANSAS CITY HIGH
MOTIVATION: 1:34p.m.
Johnny Storm: And so my suggestion to you kids, is that you get off your rears, and hit the books...because in the long run, if I did'nt have my education....then wrestling would'nt do all that much. Most of the money earned in our buisness goes right back into the buisness. The Only one who really turns a profit is the GWA. We have to pay for our own travel expenses & hotel rooms. So in Closeing.....get a good education. Stay in School. Go To College...Get Good Jobs....Stay Out Of Trouble....But Most Importantly.....have fun doing it!!
::The Kid's cheer, but they look on with blank expressions. These kids were in the age group of 14-18...they really did'nt give a shit about what Johnny Storm had to say. They did'nt care about good grades or college education. Or most of them did'nt anyways. There was always the occasional book worm that loved learning...but now adays kids were slackers. Storm never knew this life..he was born into riches. He went to private school. He was skipped ahead from his pure genious, and was able to do things that others could not. He graduated Harvard at the age of 18. He had never known the miscomeings of Public Shool. Suddenly it was like a light flashing on in his head. The way to reach these kids...was to break them down for each other to see. The same way he was going to break down Anton Rayge. The Same exact way he was going to make sure that Anton would never step back up to the Main Event, the same way that Anton Rayge would finally accept the failure that was not his loss against Storm....but his life.::
Johnny Storm: You know kids....all that stuff I just said was true....but I got another Truth to tell you...So if you Son's of Bitches would shut the F*ck up for five minuetes in the back....maybe you'll learn something!!
::The Principal of the school shot out of his seat with a look of pure surprise. Storm smiled menacing at him, and motioned that he take his seat next to the other shocked teachers. Storm then turned back to the podium where the kids now gave him their complete attention.::
Johnny Storm: The Truth of the matter is this...I never went to a school like this cause quite frankly It was below me. I never have needed the bullshit nor the buearocracy that follows these public schools. I was a graduate of Harvard by the time I was 18 because of genetics on the most part, but also a desire for better than I had. Which I already had everything so how could I get better. Now I am what some deem as Professional Wrhasller...well that's what you call the common folk looking down on you. After a certain amount of money is made...everyone gets it in their head that it was'nt you who made this money...it was the people around you. They think it takes no talent. I say they are just mad cause they'll never see the kind of money that I've spent on just one dinner at my favorite restaurant...let's look at it like this....who here would like to make $1000. It's actually really easy.....all it takes is ambition. Raise your hand if you want to make a 1000 dollars.
::The Audatorium explodes at the chance, as the teenagers hands shot up out of their rested position....begging him to choose them. Storm smiled, and then winked to the Principal who continued to watch on helpless as Storm talked straight ahead without falter.::
Johnny Storm: Well this first chance goes out to the females in the audience. If you would like this 1000 Dollar Bill..(holds it up for all to see), One of you girls need to come up here, unzip my pants...and start sucking like there's no tomorrow.....I mean perform the hoover manuever!! And I will give you this 1000 dollar bill!
::Most of the girls calm down and look on in shock for what Storm Just asked them to do, A few others continued to fight with each other to reach the stage. At about that moment a strapping young lad in the back stood up wearing a school letter jacket, and protesting loudly. About that time, a young blonde girl is able to make her way to the stage, and drops down to her knee's in front of Storm..her face hidden behind the podium. Storm held his hand down, and stopped her from going for his crotch as the young football player started on his way down towards the front. The Principal of the School tried in earnest to get to the stage to shut Storm up, however he ran into two large walls in the form of human beings.::
Football Boy: Hey....That's my F*cking girlfriend up there.....I'm going to beat your face into your ass you Mutha.....
::Storm cut the boy off with a wave of his hand, the girl standing up to her feet at Storm's request. She looked to him with a smile, but her eyes kept flashing to the 1000 dollar bill in his hand. He looked down to the boy approaching the stage.::
Johnny Storm: Now hold on son..(turning to the girl)..now is that your boy friend?
::The Young Girl looks around, and then looks to her boy friend and grows a genuine grin...and turns back to Johnny::
Girl: Yes that's him!!
Johnny Storm: Now with you haveing a boyfriend why in the hell would you come up here, and give me a blow job? It is after all just money...
Girl: Maybe so....but it's alot of money to me...and we could have spent it together...or invested it into the bank to make more money......it was an oppurtunity to get cash without much hassle & for 20 minuetes of my time...
::Johnny Storm nodded, and let out a laugh looking to the boy who still fumed with rage.::
Johnny Storm: Listen kid...you got a good woman here....she knows exactly what she's doing....she knows that when an oppurtunity...Yes..OPPURTUNITY...is given..you don't pass it up.
::Storm hands the 1000 Dollar Bill over to the girl who takes it, and eyes it for a moment, and then rushes down the steps to her boyfriend. Storm then looked around the room, and grows a devious smile.::
Johnny Storm: Now the test for the young men....it's actually quite simple....I am going to place this 1000 dollar bill on this table here. You girls, might want to stand against the wall...cause this could get violent. Now I want you to pretend that you are trying to get a job so you can work for me...and I've asked you to make a delivery to prove yourself. The 1000 Dollar Bill is the delivery, the first young man to get to the Bill wins & get's to keep it...
::Johnny Storm is barely able to finish his sentence before the stampede of young men rush the stage. The Faculty and Staff sit in horror as their male students, create a brawl right in the aileways of trying to get to the 1000 Dollar Bill. Storm's smile grows, as one boy even attempts to get ontop of his peers shoulders, and run across human bodies in a last ditch effort to get to the money. Unfortunately he is sucked into the sea of humanity amassed at the base of the stage. Finally one boy makes it up onto the stage itself, and breaks out into a run.....of coarse before he can get there he is struck from behind by a Lugz Boot that catches him right in the head. The fight ensues all the way up onto the stage, and the sea of men get closer & closer to the table. Finally in a show of great brevado, and quick thinking...one of the boy's manages to snag the 1000 dollar bill....and as he runs away from onpassing guys who are trying to take the bill from him, he presents it to Storm. Storm holds his hands out...::
Johnny Storm: Sorry boys...but it appears that we have ourselves a winner. Now if everyone would please return to their proper seat, I can continue. (Turns to the boy with the 1000 Dollar Bill) So son..are you going to college?
Boy: (After whipeing his nose, and still wide eyed at the 1000 Dollar Bill) I was'nt...but if College is anything as cool as this...I'm there.
::Storm pats the boy on the shoulder, and then looks to the Principal who's eyes grow wide. Storm flashes him a half smile and a nod, and he finally nudges back into his seat. The boy also follows his peers down off the stage to his appointed seat.::
Johnny Storm: Now....the fact is...if you don't go to college..you won't get to work for me. No more fun like we just had. No more fight..no more competition..no more AMBITION!! You will have lost it all, cause you could'nt land the kind of job you wanted. The Truth is Ambition is the only fuel that your young minds need right now. The ability to do anything. The truth is....I just don't see that in some of you. If You want to make more of these 1000 dollar bills in one day as easily as today...then perhaps you should give some thought into college. The truth is, some of you still won't go...and that's ok. Why you may ask? I need someone to take out my garbage, and fix my fries at the take out window.
::The kids let out roars of laughter, and cheer Storm now with actual enthusiasam behind their voices.::
Johnny Storm: So how many of you have ambition today?
::Almost all of the teenagers lift their hands to the air with grins, and nods....Storm smiles, and lets out a laugh. Then he starts to turn away, but then comes back to the podium.::
Johnny Storm: Oh yes...and to the girl who was willing to do what she was going to do for the 1000 dollars....well just for future reference....That deffinently does'nt take me 20 minuetes....it takes me hours.
::Storm winks and the girls in the audience coo & melt right before him...some of the guys laughing at the comments made. Storm walked down off the stage to a standing ovation. The principal started to say something, but finally just threw his hands up accepting what had just happened. Hell...at least the kids were excited to learn now after the speach. Storm strated towards the exit, followed by the two large men on either side of him....the driver opens the door to the limo upon seeing him exit the building...and Storm slides in. The Two large men slide in, and move all the way to the back of the limo.....the driver sits down in the drivers seat, and soon the limo is gone again. A GWA cameraman however steps out of the exit suddenly, looking to the camera in his hands with a smile.::
Cameraman: This little Speach here is going to move me up to Field Reporter Baby....whooooo!!!
::He then starts towards his own small sized sedan, and starts down the road towards the Kempar Arena where the GWA mobile Office is set up for tape review.::
MAY 14th, 2001
KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI
KEMPAR ARENA
MAXIMUM DEFENSE: 5:00p.m.
::It had only been a few hours since Johnny Storm had delivered his speach to the youth of america at North Kansas City High. Since that time Storm had been scowering the Kempar Arena in an attempt to find where the GWA had happened to put his dressing room. The two large men decided to wait near the car as he looked from one corner to the next, growing angrier by the moment at the ill location of his space. He finally found the room door with a Silver Star on it, and pushed it open. He dropped his wrestle bag down into the locker room, and he took out a few of the tights that he had packed....along with his shirts and what not. Finally he found what he was looking for...the Maximus Title. He threw the championship over his shoulder, and exited the room, locking it. The Power walk to the Production Truck seemed longer than usual, and unfortunate for Storm.....he ran into Ross Bobby....or better known as Ass Backwards Man, along the way. This was not the time.....Storm was already upset about the trivial things in life, and things were not going as well as he would like. Let's face it....only 48 Hours Ago Johnny Storm was imprisoned for the Death of a women that had helped him......and his money was still missing. However on a lighter note...a young woman he has helped in the past has helped him out of this jam, providing him the finer things in live for a price on a later date. Johnny Storm however found that things were still tense after the series of events...and could use more than the rest he recieved this morning when he sat down in Kansas City. Finally reaching the production truck, Storm steps up onto the steps, Ross Bobby right up his ass all the way. Storm opens the door right as he see's himself upon a monitor where he was at the school. A man that Storm had never seen before fumbled at the controls untill the Storm on the Screan shuts down. Storm then shakes his head, and holds his hand out as if trying to hold back a flood gate of cuss words towards the lonely cameraman in the production truck::
Johnny Storm: I heard already that you were there by the school system after they fined me for my speach. Now this is what I want to know..did you get all of it?..
Ross Bobby: What speach? There Was A Speach And I Was'nt Located? Huh? Huh? Huh?
::Storm looks back at Ross with a sneer, and his questions stifle for the moment, Storm then turns back to the Cameraman...and raises his eyebrow in question towards him.::
Cameraman: Yes sir...I have it in it's entireity.
::Johnny Storm nods to the cameraman, and then turns to Ross Bobby...shoveing his finger into his face threateningly.::
Johnny Storm: You want a story or something...you get this tape ready...I want it played before my interview, and then we'll do a few statements following it all. I want this footage used exactly when I say so? Got it? I'll be staying at the Mariott Hotel & Resort when your finished...
Ross Bobby: YESS YESS!! But...what's the deal? What's this all about??
::Johnny pushes past Ross Bobby with disgust, and turns as he continues his walk towards the parking lot.::
Johnny Storm: What else would it be about moron.....Anton Rayge.
::Ross Bobby rubs his fingers together greedily, and nods, turning to the cameraman. The two sit down to work on the tape to edit it to Storm's specifications. Storm continues his walk, untill reaching the Limo, and then enters it...it takeing off back to the hotel.::
MAY 14th, 2001
KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI
THE KEMPLAR ARENA
IDIOT'S: 7:00p.m.
::Ross Bobby rushed to his car, followed by the cameraman carrying his lap top computer, & the tape that has now been turned to a CD. As Ross gets to the small Honda, Civic...he looks up to see Johnny Storm leaning against a 69 Model Black on Black Camaro....beautifully done. The Cigarrette in Storm's hand throws Ross off a few moments, and the long black trench coat that accompanies the rest of the gothic attire does'nt help matters either. Ross ran over to Storm who saw him comeing, and smiled as he approached.::
Ross Bobby: What are you doing here Johnny...we got the footage fixed, and ready to go...we were on our way over to your hotel to do the interview. What are you doing here?
Johnny Storm: Interview? What footage?
Ross Bobby: You know...the speach you gave to the kids....I don't see where your going with it...but I'm sure you know...so what are you doing here?
Johnny Storm: I'm just passing by...that's all. So where are you guys going again?
Ross Bobby: HELLO!! The Marriott Hotel & Resort on 5th street. It's maybe a mile down the road from here. Your the one who told us to be there as soon as we got done...
Johnny Storm: Ross...look at my car....I'll be there way before you are...so you better get going.
Ross Bobby: Ha...yeah yeah...well we'll see you there then. Man this should be great!!
::Ross turns away, and jogs back over to the car where the Cameraman watches on. The two carry on a conversation as Storm drops down into the drivers seat of the muscle car. He grins to himself in the rearview mirror, and then watches Ross Bobby in his Honda try and pull a wheelie out in the street. He then reaches over to the drivers seat, and pulls the black leather gloves onto his fingers.::
Johnny Storm: Thank you....my short little moron..you've told me all I need to know...where the son of a bitch is staying...
:;Storm smiles, and cranks the car..fire explodeing out the pipes. Storm then pushes the gear stick into first, and screeches down the road at ungodly speeds.::
KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI
MARRIOT HOTEL & RESORT
RELAXATION: 11:32a.m.
((Isn't this bliss. I arrived at about 3 in the morning last night, I've laid about the penthouse suite all day. I've been able to push all the past couple of days out of my mind, and focus on the hear and now. The two goons outside the door are my own personal muscle, and my driver seems to be a good enough kid. I spoke with John Landau, My lawyer from Landau, Luckman, & Lake about the mystery woman. He says that he actually never had direct contact with her...she contacted him by phone and had the money delivered to pay for the fee's by another person. This was unbelievable. Time was finally on my side. Now all I have to do, is go to insurrection, and beat the human cream puff...Anton Rayge. Speaking of...I need to get in contact with someone from the GWA telling them that I'm out, and I WILL be present at Insurrection. I need to get a camera crew down here too...exit the jack ass reporter. I could do without the Ross Bobby's or the Howard Plathers for a while. To Bad Tyrone Tranza does'nt do his own interviews...I know I'ld get over with him. Heh...but It's time Johnny..get up....come on..you can do it...it's just...ahhhhhh...there we go. Sunlight))
::Johnny Storm sits up from the bed opening his eyes finally allowing the sunlight flooding the room through the curtain to wash over him. He squints his eyes at the sudden bright light, and slides off the edge of the bed, and gets to his feet. After a shower, and a fresh pair of custom made clothes brought to his room last night...he is ready to see the schedule for todays events. You see being a GWA Superstar is not always fun & games. Especially for "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. Today he was scheduled to go and speak to childeren about furthering their education...considering he had a degree from harvard. However, Storm was not in the mood for such talks. He was more concerned with how the world may have missed him....missed what he had to say about Anton Rayge. The Match would be decided on Wednsday, but although there was no doubt in Storm's mind of the outcome, he also had to worry about The newly formed "Bad Influence". What kind of ignorant name was that? Storm shook his head to the thoughts, and pulled the Maximus Title from his bag, putting it around his waist with a smile. It was to him kind of like those Big Red commercials with the black guy always telling people advice useing the gum..."It Looks Good On You". Storm grins, and then starts out the door. Flanked by the two large men mentioned earlier, he manuevers down the corridor & finally out of the Hotel and to his limo. It drives off following the orders of Storm::
MAY 14th, 2001
KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI
NORTH KANSAS CITY HIGH
MOTIVATION: 1:34p.m.
Johnny Storm: And so my suggestion to you kids, is that you get off your rears, and hit the books...because in the long run, if I did'nt have my education....then wrestling would'nt do all that much. Most of the money earned in our buisness goes right back into the buisness. The Only one who really turns a profit is the GWA. We have to pay for our own travel expenses & hotel rooms. So in Closeing.....get a good education. Stay in School. Go To College...Get Good Jobs....Stay Out Of Trouble....But Most Importantly.....have fun doing it!!
::The Kid's cheer, but they look on with blank expressions. These kids were in the age group of 14-18...they really did'nt give a shit about what Johnny Storm had to say. They did'nt care about good grades or college education. Or most of them did'nt anyways. There was always the occasional book worm that loved learning...but now adays kids were slackers. Storm never knew this life..he was born into riches. He went to private school. He was skipped ahead from his pure genious, and was able to do things that others could not. He graduated Harvard at the age of 18. He had never known the miscomeings of Public Shool. Suddenly it was like a light flashing on in his head. The way to reach these kids...was to break them down for each other to see. The same way he was going to break down Anton Rayge. The Same exact way he was going to make sure that Anton would never step back up to the Main Event, the same way that Anton Rayge would finally accept the failure that was not his loss against Storm....but his life.::
Johnny Storm: You know kids....all that stuff I just said was true....but I got another Truth to tell you...So if you Son's of Bitches would shut the F*ck up for five minuetes in the back....maybe you'll learn something!!
::The Principal of the school shot out of his seat with a look of pure surprise. Storm smiled menacing at him, and motioned that he take his seat next to the other shocked teachers. Storm then turned back to the podium where the kids now gave him their complete attention.::
Johnny Storm: The Truth of the matter is this...I never went to a school like this cause quite frankly It was below me. I never have needed the bullshit nor the buearocracy that follows these public schools. I was a graduate of Harvard by the time I was 18 because of genetics on the most part, but also a desire for better than I had. Which I already had everything so how could I get better. Now I am what some deem as Professional Wrhasller...well that's what you call the common folk looking down on you. After a certain amount of money is made...everyone gets it in their head that it was'nt you who made this money...it was the people around you. They think it takes no talent. I say they are just mad cause they'll never see the kind of money that I've spent on just one dinner at my favorite restaurant...let's look at it like this....who here would like to make $1000. It's actually really easy.....all it takes is ambition. Raise your hand if you want to make a 1000 dollars.
::The Audatorium explodes at the chance, as the teenagers hands shot up out of their rested position....begging him to choose them. Storm smiled, and then winked to the Principal who continued to watch on helpless as Storm talked straight ahead without falter.::
Johnny Storm: Well this first chance goes out to the females in the audience. If you would like this 1000 Dollar Bill..(holds it up for all to see), One of you girls need to come up here, unzip my pants...and start sucking like there's no tomorrow.....I mean perform the hoover manuever!! And I will give you this 1000 dollar bill!
::Most of the girls calm down and look on in shock for what Storm Just asked them to do, A few others continued to fight with each other to reach the stage. At about that moment a strapping young lad in the back stood up wearing a school letter jacket, and protesting loudly. About that time, a young blonde girl is able to make her way to the stage, and drops down to her knee's in front of Storm..her face hidden behind the podium. Storm held his hand down, and stopped her from going for his crotch as the young football player started on his way down towards the front. The Principal of the School tried in earnest to get to the stage to shut Storm up, however he ran into two large walls in the form of human beings.::
Football Boy: Hey....That's my F*cking girlfriend up there.....I'm going to beat your face into your ass you Mutha.....
::Storm cut the boy off with a wave of his hand, the girl standing up to her feet at Storm's request. She looked to him with a smile, but her eyes kept flashing to the 1000 dollar bill in his hand. He looked down to the boy approaching the stage.::
Johnny Storm: Now hold on son..(turning to the girl)..now is that your boy friend?
::The Young Girl looks around, and then looks to her boy friend and grows a genuine grin...and turns back to Johnny::
Girl: Yes that's him!!
Johnny Storm: Now with you haveing a boyfriend why in the hell would you come up here, and give me a blow job? It is after all just money...
Girl: Maybe so....but it's alot of money to me...and we could have spent it together...or invested it into the bank to make more money......it was an oppurtunity to get cash without much hassle & for 20 minuetes of my time...
::Johnny Storm nodded, and let out a laugh looking to the boy who still fumed with rage.::
Johnny Storm: Listen kid...you got a good woman here....she knows exactly what she's doing....she knows that when an oppurtunity...Yes..OPPURTUNITY...is given..you don't pass it up.
::Storm hands the 1000 Dollar Bill over to the girl who takes it, and eyes it for a moment, and then rushes down the steps to her boyfriend. Storm then looked around the room, and grows a devious smile.::
Johnny Storm: Now the test for the young men....it's actually quite simple....I am going to place this 1000 dollar bill on this table here. You girls, might want to stand against the wall...cause this could get violent. Now I want you to pretend that you are trying to get a job so you can work for me...and I've asked you to make a delivery to prove yourself. The 1000 Dollar Bill is the delivery, the first young man to get to the Bill wins & get's to keep it...
::Johnny Storm is barely able to finish his sentence before the stampede of young men rush the stage. The Faculty and Staff sit in horror as their male students, create a brawl right in the aileways of trying to get to the 1000 Dollar Bill. Storm's smile grows, as one boy even attempts to get ontop of his peers shoulders, and run across human bodies in a last ditch effort to get to the money. Unfortunately he is sucked into the sea of humanity amassed at the base of the stage. Finally one boy makes it up onto the stage itself, and breaks out into a run.....of coarse before he can get there he is struck from behind by a Lugz Boot that catches him right in the head. The fight ensues all the way up onto the stage, and the sea of men get closer & closer to the table. Finally in a show of great brevado, and quick thinking...one of the boy's manages to snag the 1000 dollar bill....and as he runs away from onpassing guys who are trying to take the bill from him, he presents it to Storm. Storm holds his hands out...::
Johnny Storm: Sorry boys...but it appears that we have ourselves a winner. Now if everyone would please return to their proper seat, I can continue. (Turns to the boy with the 1000 Dollar Bill) So son..are you going to college?
Boy: (After whipeing his nose, and still wide eyed at the 1000 Dollar Bill) I was'nt...but if College is anything as cool as this...I'm there.
::Storm pats the boy on the shoulder, and then looks to the Principal who's eyes grow wide. Storm flashes him a half smile and a nod, and he finally nudges back into his seat. The boy also follows his peers down off the stage to his appointed seat.::
Johnny Storm: Now....the fact is...if you don't go to college..you won't get to work for me. No more fun like we just had. No more fight..no more competition..no more AMBITION!! You will have lost it all, cause you could'nt land the kind of job you wanted. The Truth is Ambition is the only fuel that your young minds need right now. The ability to do anything. The truth is....I just don't see that in some of you. If You want to make more of these 1000 dollar bills in one day as easily as today...then perhaps you should give some thought into college. The truth is, some of you still won't go...and that's ok. Why you may ask? I need someone to take out my garbage, and fix my fries at the take out window.
::The kids let out roars of laughter, and cheer Storm now with actual enthusiasam behind their voices.::
Johnny Storm: So how many of you have ambition today?
::Almost all of the teenagers lift their hands to the air with grins, and nods....Storm smiles, and lets out a laugh. Then he starts to turn away, but then comes back to the podium.::
Johnny Storm: Oh yes...and to the girl who was willing to do what she was going to do for the 1000 dollars....well just for future reference....That deffinently does'nt take me 20 minuetes....it takes me hours.
::Storm winks and the girls in the audience coo & melt right before him...some of the guys laughing at the comments made. Storm walked down off the stage to a standing ovation. The principal started to say something, but finally just threw his hands up accepting what had just happened. Hell...at least the kids were excited to learn now after the speach. Storm strated towards the exit, followed by the two large men on either side of him....the driver opens the door to the limo upon seeing him exit the building...and Storm slides in. The Two large men slide in, and move all the way to the back of the limo.....the driver sits down in the drivers seat, and soon the limo is gone again. A GWA cameraman however steps out of the exit suddenly, looking to the camera in his hands with a smile.::
Cameraman: This little Speach here is going to move me up to Field Reporter Baby....whooooo!!!
::He then starts towards his own small sized sedan, and starts down the road towards the Kempar Arena where the GWA mobile Office is set up for tape review.::
MAY 14th, 2001
KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI
KEMPAR ARENA
MAXIMUM DEFENSE: 5:00p.m.
::It had only been a few hours since Johnny Storm had delivered his speach to the youth of america at North Kansas City High. Since that time Storm had been scowering the Kempar Arena in an attempt to find where the GWA had happened to put his dressing room. The two large men decided to wait near the car as he looked from one corner to the next, growing angrier by the moment at the ill location of his space. He finally found the room door with a Silver Star on it, and pushed it open. He dropped his wrestle bag down into the locker room, and he took out a few of the tights that he had packed....along with his shirts and what not. Finally he found what he was looking for...the Maximus Title. He threw the championship over his shoulder, and exited the room, locking it. The Power walk to the Production Truck seemed longer than usual, and unfortunate for Storm.....he ran into Ross Bobby....or better known as Ass Backwards Man, along the way. This was not the time.....Storm was already upset about the trivial things in life, and things were not going as well as he would like. Let's face it....only 48 Hours Ago Johnny Storm was imprisoned for the Death of a women that had helped him......and his money was still missing. However on a lighter note...a young woman he has helped in the past has helped him out of this jam, providing him the finer things in live for a price on a later date. Johnny Storm however found that things were still tense after the series of events...and could use more than the rest he recieved this morning when he sat down in Kansas City. Finally reaching the production truck, Storm steps up onto the steps, Ross Bobby right up his ass all the way. Storm opens the door right as he see's himself upon a monitor where he was at the school. A man that Storm had never seen before fumbled at the controls untill the Storm on the Screan shuts down. Storm then shakes his head, and holds his hand out as if trying to hold back a flood gate of cuss words towards the lonely cameraman in the production truck::
Johnny Storm: I heard already that you were there by the school system after they fined me for my speach. Now this is what I want to know..did you get all of it?..
Ross Bobby: What speach? There Was A Speach And I Was'nt Located? Huh? Huh? Huh?
::Storm looks back at Ross with a sneer, and his questions stifle for the moment, Storm then turns back to the Cameraman...and raises his eyebrow in question towards him.::
Cameraman: Yes sir...I have it in it's entireity.
::Johnny Storm nods to the cameraman, and then turns to Ross Bobby...shoveing his finger into his face threateningly.::
Johnny Storm: You want a story or something...you get this tape ready...I want it played before my interview, and then we'll do a few statements following it all. I want this footage used exactly when I say so? Got it? I'll be staying at the Mariott Hotel & Resort when your finished...
Ross Bobby: YESS YESS!! But...what's the deal? What's this all about??
::Johnny pushes past Ross Bobby with disgust, and turns as he continues his walk towards the parking lot.::
Johnny Storm: What else would it be about moron.....Anton Rayge.
::Ross Bobby rubs his fingers together greedily, and nods, turning to the cameraman. The two sit down to work on the tape to edit it to Storm's specifications. Storm continues his walk, untill reaching the Limo, and then enters it...it takeing off back to the hotel.::
MAY 14th, 2001
KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI
THE KEMPLAR ARENA
IDIOT'S: 7:00p.m.
::Ross Bobby rushed to his car, followed by the cameraman carrying his lap top computer, & the tape that has now been turned to a CD. As Ross gets to the small Honda, Civic...he looks up to see Johnny Storm leaning against a 69 Model Black on Black Camaro....beautifully done. The Cigarrette in Storm's hand throws Ross off a few moments, and the long black trench coat that accompanies the rest of the gothic attire does'nt help matters either. Ross ran over to Storm who saw him comeing, and smiled as he approached.::
Ross Bobby: What are you doing here Johnny...we got the footage fixed, and ready to go...we were on our way over to your hotel to do the interview. What are you doing here?
Johnny Storm: Interview? What footage?
Ross Bobby: You know...the speach you gave to the kids....I don't see where your going with it...but I'm sure you know...so what are you doing here?
Johnny Storm: I'm just passing by...that's all. So where are you guys going again?
Ross Bobby: HELLO!! The Marriott Hotel & Resort on 5th street. It's maybe a mile down the road from here. Your the one who told us to be there as soon as we got done...
Johnny Storm: Ross...look at my car....I'll be there way before you are...so you better get going.
Ross Bobby: Ha...yeah yeah...well we'll see you there then. Man this should be great!!
::Ross turns away, and jogs back over to the car where the Cameraman watches on. The two carry on a conversation as Storm drops down into the drivers seat of the muscle car. He grins to himself in the rearview mirror, and then watches Ross Bobby in his Honda try and pull a wheelie out in the street. He then reaches over to the drivers seat, and pulls the black leather gloves onto his fingers.::
Johnny Storm: Thank you....my short little moron..you've told me all I need to know...where the son of a bitch is staying...
:;Storm smiles, and cranks the car..fire explodeing out the pipes. Storm then pushes the gear stick into first, and screeches down the road at ungodly speeds.::