Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 6:54:33 GMT
MAY 19th, 2001
VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA
THE GWA FRONT OFFICES
MAXIMUM IN!QUISITION: 12:23p.m.
::Johnny Storm power walks down one of the long hallways inside the GWA head offices in Vancouver, British Columbia. Storm's anger swells up inside of him as he see's the door to Steven Fury's office up ahead. The Receptionist stands to greet him as she see's him walk right past her just like every other wrestler always does. She reaches down to her phone, picking it up to warn Steven before Storm can enter...but it's to late. Storm shoves the door open angrily, and slams it behind him, inches from the receptionist's nose. He looks to Steven who leans back in his chair, MJ sitting in his lap, The two playfully flicking their tongues at each other. At the sight of Storm however, Fury stops, and leans forwards a bit...MJ looking over at his distraction. Storm to keep from explodeing it seems...begins to pace back and forth, the blood veins in his neck standing out, and the rest of him visiably red. Steven can see that obviously his second most trusted subject is upset with something, and he raises his eyebrow in question::
Steven Fury: What's eating at you today Johnny?
::Storm stops short in his pace, and stands directly in front of Fury, his jaw set, his eyes straight ahead at the far wall.::
Johnny Storm: What's eating me? What's EATING ME? Well lets see!! I see that Dark Tiger gets the night off....AGAIN!! How lond do you plan on keeping me jumping through hoops untill I get my title?
::Steven shakes his head and lets out a sigh.::
Steven Fury: Jumping through hoops? I guess it's time to blame Fury again. Why not, all these other snot nosed little bastards do.
::Steven looks up so that he is staring directly into Storm's eyes.::
Steven Fury: Tiger was out for a couple of weeks, and the schedule was already set when I recieved his message that he is ready wrestle again.
::Storm's eyes roam Fury's face, and then shoots to MJ's, then back to Fury's. Then before anything else can be said Storm begins to pace again quickly.::
Johnny Storm: Fine...I'm sorry about that one. But Jim Daher? JIM DAHER, STEVEN? Who in the f*ck is Jim Daher anyways? Does he deserve a shot at my belt? Does he deserve anything at all?
Steven Fury: Daher and his little crew seem to find it amusing to either attack me or talk about me. They think their little games are funny. Fake subpeanas, get real, I spoke of that but whether they did the attack or not they were going to be facing The Brotherhood. I kind of like the idea of seeing them get their asses handed to them again. As for Daher against you, well, why the hell not? Your job is to put people who mess with me in their place. You've done a good job with Goliath & Sonny so far, so why not Daher as well. Say what they will, Daher is the ring leader over there.
::Storm stops short of takeing another step, stopping directly in front of Steven's desk once again. Storm then turns to Steven, his breathing finally starting to come in under control. He stalks over to the desk, slamming his hands down and leaning forward, his eyes stareing driectly into Stevens.::
Johnny Storm: Then there's only one question left to be asked.....Do you want Jim Daher beaten, or do you want him ended?
::Steven smiles a wicked smile.::
Steven Fury: Beaten will be fine, it will just prolong his agony, besides...I need the warm body to use in matches right now.
Johnny Storm: Simple enough. Jim Daher and his BOV will rue the day that he f*cked with Team Fury. I still think he needs to be ended, but if you don't want that..I guess it won't happen. Can I detain him for a week at least. We don't need him that bad do we?
::Steven smiles another wicked smile.::
Steven Fury: Detain him?
::Johnny Storm allows a wicked smile of his own.::
Johnny Storm: Detain him...as in send the entire roster a message by simply looking at Jim Daher's face.
::Steven cocks and eyebrow, looks at MJ and they both begin to laugh.::
Steven Fury: Do you really need me to answer that? I think that can be answered in one simple line.
::Steven looks at MJ.::
Steven Fury: Go ahead baby, you answer that one.
MJ: Violence isn't an option, it's the F*CKING LAW!!
::Storm grins, and leans backwards onto his feet.::
Johnny Storm: Good. Cause Jim Daher is just one more example to be made of....just the same as Anton Rayge, Goliath...and anyone else who wants to step up to the plate. I'll see you guys later...I've got some things to deal with of a personal matter. Take care...
::Storm turns to walk away, heading towards the door.::
Steven Fury: Later Johnny!!
::Storm disappears behind the door, as MJ & Fury return to what they were doing before they were interrupted. Storm power walks past the receptionist, and slams the door on his way out of her nook as he exits. Storm then moves down the hallway to his own office, where he has a few things to take care of.::
MAY 19th, 2001
VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA
AIRPORT
MAXIMUM SUPPLY: 5:22p.m.
::Johnny Storm stumbles through the hallway leading to the private residance area. People hustle and bustle past him, and several people stop and try and catch him, although he never stops. He grits his teeth as people he doesn't even know call out his name. His legs manuever in & out of people, and finally he enters a door off to the side where the private area is held. As Storm walks in several people sitting in lavish surroundings & leather chairs turn to see who it is who allowed the brief moment of hustle and bustle outside the door into the room. Storm nods to a few of them, and they all return to their buisness, as Storm starts towards the exit leading out to the private air strips, and where his jet is awaiting him. It does'nt take him long to get aboard the plane, as the workers all sit around and watch on.::
Crewman 1: Man..that son of a bitch has more money than he know's what to do with...man...has anyone ever told you you look like him in a way......HAR HAR HAR!!
::The other crew man looked up from in under his hat, the brim causeing an odd shadow over his face.::
Crewman 2: What makes you think so?
Crewman 1: I don't know....damn it though. You guy's could pass as brothers!!
Crewman 2: Do you really think so?
Crewman 1: Yeah man...I bet the girls won't keep off of you!! HAR HAR HAR!!
Crewman 2: Yeah....it happens all the time...
::The look alike turns to see Johnny Storm as he is speaking at a few of his staff at the enterance to the jet, and then lifts up another crate. He starts towards the jet, where the back compartment has been opened so as to load the plane with supplies. He steps up into the jet, and takes a few looks around, and see's the other crewman heading back to the cargo bay. He throws the crate down, and he hears the chardane'glasses in the crate explode against the wood. He then non-shallantly leans down against the edge of one of the boxes, as the mechanical lift closes the compartment once again. He grows a smile on his face, and leans back ready to enjoy the ride. Destination....Full Circle.
MAY 20th, 2001
CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA
THE CAROLINA'S NATIONAL BANK
MYSTERY MONEY: 1:20p.m.
::Johnny Storm pushes through the doors of The Carolina's National Bank angrily, and looks around as the tellars & the floor managers all grow completely still. Their eyes all fall on Storm, who looks them up & down in disgust, and then stalks towards the steps leading to the higher offices. They all knew that this had been a long time comeing. His current GWA schedule had kept him from comeing down to his home state, to a bank that he owned...a bank that allowed an imposter to waltz out with nearly 11.4 Billion dollars of his own money. How pathetic was that? That was the exact question that Johnny Storm intended to ask the Chairman of the bank. Storm finally reached the upper levels, and stalked through the door..the receptionist upon seeing him sinks back into her seat not even makeing a move to warn the chairman who sat in his office. He was allerted soon enough however, by the two double doors swinging wildly open and slamming against the walls with a loud thud. The small man sitting behind the desk, automatically sinks in his seat, and looks at Storm with surprised eyes.::
Chairman: Mr. Storm...what a surprise...I wasn't expecting you today..um....No one told me you were comeing..
::Storm reaches for the doors with a sneer, and pulled hard pushing the doors back closed with a slam. He then stalked over to the desk, and reared back with his hand causeing the small man behind the desk to cower and covers his face with his arms. Storm swings downwards jerking up the phone as he goes, dialing the number of Landau, Luckman, & Lake....Mr. Landau's extension. Storm then hits the speaker phone feature, and then hangs up the reciever looking down at the still cowering man. He peers out from in under his arms, and see's Storm sit down across from him, throwing his feet up on the desk knocking over a picture of the man's family. Storm then looks at him, as a familiar voice booms over the speaker phone.::
John Landau: Hello? Johnny?
Johnny Storm: I'm here John...I would like to speak to you about the severity of this bank situation..and if you could...tell me about this woman who left me some money?
::The chairman looks to Storm in question, and Storm leans back in his seat as John Landau begins his report.::
John Landau: Well..I can't exactly tell you who she was..cause I never met her. She called on a cell phone that was untraceable, and she had a man deliver the money to our offices. She told me that all I had to do is do what she told me to do...and then you would be freed. Since there was no way to get in touch with you...we had to make a judgement call. So we decided to accept her offer. No strings attached she said. So far there have'nt been any. As to the amount she left to you..there really isn't much to it. She left you some spending money personally at the Detention Center, and then left us with the amount of 15 Million dollars...
::The Chairman's eyes bulge out, as he looks to Storm with a questioning glance.::
Johnny Storm: Yes John.....but do you think I can TRUST..my own bank to hold that money for me...considering what happened last time?
::The Chairman's face twists into a troubled one once again, and he sinks back into his chair. He gives Storm a look of sorrowfulness, but Storm shrugs it off, looking down at the phone.::
John Landau: Well...we would have to take some cationary measures, but I don't see why not. We need to speak to the chairman to make it clear about the release of money...only if you have our signatures along with your signature...along with a DNA test on sight...can you withdraw a certain sum of money...like over 500,000 dollars.
::Storm eyes the chairman, who sits up now with a reassuring glance. Storm rolls his eyes, and then looks back to the phone.::
Johnny Storm: Alright...that should be acceptable...I'll let you draw up the paper work, and You can deal with it then. I'll see you later John..
John Landau: No problem Johnny. You take care...and good luck at Full Circle.
Johnny Storm: Now John...you know it does'nt have anything to do with luck...
John Landau:...yeah..I guess your right. Bye Johnny.
Johnny Storm: Adios John....
::Storm hits a button on the phone ending the session with John Landau, and then looks back to the chairman with a wicked smirk.::
Johnny Storm: Did you get all that pal....or do I need to help you out a little with the comprehension....cause I'll be more than happy to beat the information into your pea sized brain...
Chairman: N...No...No Mr. Storm..I understand...Loud & Clear...
Johnny Storm: Well lets hope you do, cause if this ever happens again...then you will be dropped out of that window over there....now you have a nice day.
::Storm whirls on his heels, and stalks out of the office much the same way as he entered...slamming the double door's behind him. The Chairman gets a relieved look on his face, and whipes the sweat from his brow that formed upon Storm's appearance in his doorway. Storm on the other hand power walks down the steps, and exits the building....stares still following him even after he's gone.::
MAY 21st, 2001
VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA
THE MARRIOTT HOTEL
MAXIMUM DENIAL: 3:00p.m.
::Johnny Storm sat down in the lobby of the Marriott Hotel, awaiting Ross Bobby & his assanine comments. Storm sits with his face in his hands....contempt in his mind towards the fact that Ross Bobby was thirty minuetes late...as usual. Storm finally got up to his feet, and started paceing...much like he had earlier in the weekend in Steven Fury's office. Now he was ready...Jim Daher was just a few days away from a Maximum Ass Kicking...and it was obvious...that Jim was in Maximum Denial. Storm continued to pace, when finally Ross Bobby's ignorant smileing face appeared in the window. He beckoned Storm to step outside, and Johnny started that direction swiftly...heading out the side door, and walking along the side walk to where he was standing.::
Johnny Storm: You know Ross..it never fails with you...you always do something to piss me off...What the hell is your deal, do they keep you around to get the wrestlers adrenaline going for their interviews?
Ross Bobby: That must be it Johnny...so where do you want to have this interview Mr. Storm?
Johnny Storm: That's Mr. Fantastic to you jackass and I guess we can hop in your shotty car there, and start down the road...
::Ross Bobby cringes at the thought of driveing his car, remembering the last time that he tried to drive Johnny Storm anywhere. Storm rounds around to the passenger's side, and then slides down into the seat. Ross squeemishly sits down in the drivers seat, and starts the car..buckeling his seat belt. Johnny Storm looks over at Ross, looks as if in thought for a few moments, and then pulls his own seat belt on quickly. Ross makes a snide face towards Storm who never see's it, and then leans back in the seat....starting to put the car in reverse. It doesn't take long, and the two men are out on the highway heading up the road. The two go along for awhile without saying anything...Ross' mind on the road, untill he happens to look over at Storm. Storm has his hands over his eyes, not makeing a peep out of them. Ross angrily slams his fists against the steering wheel, The car suddenly jerks in under Ross' fists hitting it causeing it to jump into the other lane, and screaching all the way back over into the other lane as Ross fumbles at the wheel to get it back in under control. During this brief time..Storm rolls all over the front seat only return back to his original position. Storm then drops his eyes down to his side, and looks over at Ross who looks straight ahead as if nothing just happened. Storm leans back in his chair, and with an open palm..smacks Ross Bobby right upside the back of the head causeing him to rock forward. Ross looks angrily to Storm, and Johnny looks menacingly at Ross pointing to the road where his eyes need to be. Ross looks back to the road, and Storm shakes his head in frustration looking out the window. Storm notices a golden arch, and nods to himself....::
Johnny Storm: Alright Ross...get off on this exit, and go to that Mcdonalds over there...
Ross Bobby: "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm...eating at a Mcdonalds? What's next...helping the elderly across a busy street...
::Ross seems all amused with himself, but when he looks over to Storm's position...he is stareing coldly right at Ross. Ross gulps hard, and then turns back to the road, takeing the exit, and heading up the ramp towards the road leading to the Mcdonalds. There isn't much traffic on the road, as Ross Bobby pulls upon it, he drives forward for about two minuetes, untill pulling into the Mcdonalds. The large white sign where normally the Manager's special would be, reads: 'Help Wanted'. Johnny looks over at Ross, and points him along to go to the drive thru window...he then grows a conceded smile.::
Johnny Storm: You saw the sign did'nt you....you could get a job here Ross..
Ross Bobby: (in a hushed under the breath voice) at least I would have to put up with you...
Johnny Storm: (holding his hand cupped to his ear) What was that Ross?
Ross Bobby: (normal voice) Nothing...
::Storm nods, and then quiets himself as Ross rolls down his window to talk to the automated window. Ross looks over to Storm with a questioning glance.::
Ross Bobby: So what is it you wanted?
Johnny Storm: Get me a Happy Meal..
::Ross snorts loudly as he laughs, however when he looks back at Storm's face it is cold and calculating as ever stareing right back at him. Ross then turns meekishly to the window, and the automated voice begins.::
Automated Voice: Hello..Thank you for chooseing Mcdonalds.. How can I help you?
Ross Bobby: Yes..I would like one Happy Meal please, along with a #4, a #5, and three triple cheeseburgers please. OH!! And a Mcflurry with all the toppings...
Automated Voice: Your total is $24.71, please drive around to the first window...
::Ross puts the car back in drive, and drives around...and upon getting to the first window, turns to Storm extending his hand out. Storm looks at Ross, then his hand, then back at Ross..::
Johnny Storm: Do you think you got enough to eat Ross?
Ross:(with a hurt face) But I was hungry...I haven't eaten all day!! Honest...
::Storm gives Ross a disgusted look, but delves into his pocket produceing a Fifty Dollar Bill, and hands it over to Ross who eyes it with a smile, and then hands it to the cashier up in the window.::
Johnny Storm: I want my God Damn change too Ross...
::Ross gives a 'shit' look on his face as the change is handed to him, and then he hands it over to Storm who grabs it up, and shoves it back into his pocket. Storm watches out the window, as kids play on the large construct of plastic set up as a mini-deathtrap for childeren. Storm watches as the kids play in the plastic balls, and then pretend like they are wrestling. After about 15 minuetes of waiting, and because of Ross' special orders...the food is secured in the car, and Storm points to a parking place, and they both get out and sit on the hood of the car. Storm then looks over to Ross, and nods as if he just now got an idea.::
Johnny Storm: Hey...go get the camera set up out here...this should be a pretty good setting..Lord knows the BOV know alot about fast food...you can look at that fat bastard Bedlam and see first hand..
::Ross nods, and rounds to the back of the car to get his camera equipment. After a few moments of setting it up, Ross is ready for Fantastic to give another award winning interview.::
Ross Bobby: Alright GWA fans...here we are once again with "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm, and I have to ask you Mr. Storm...there are alot of people out there haveing their words about you and the Maximus Title. Goliath & Sonny have made mention of you....Jim Daher, who you will be defending your Maximus Title against at the upcomeing PPV, Full Circle....along with the new comer...Jimmy "Rock Hard" Jackson..who has never met you in his life...what do you have to say about this.
Johnny Storm: What do I have to say about this? WHAT NEEDS TO BE SAID ROSS?!?! It's just like I said last time...you need to put someone over...put them in a match with the best. The wrestler isn't getting quite the same pop as the other wrestler gets....then mention a better wrestlers name to get him over. You know a certain big bastard who was once in the GWA, and I'm not nameing names...said the same thing about me. Now it's true that I never committed such a crime....but I do get what he's trying to say. I mean...take a look around you Ross. Where's the competition?
::Ross opens his mouth in an attempt to say something, but Storm throws his finger up to his lips hushing him.::
Johnny Storm: That's right Ross...I've already beat them. There is no competition left for Johnny Storm to face, cause I've already one: Beat them in a match. Or Two: Taken them out before they could get to me. I am the number one influential man in wrestling today, and this whole Jim Daher situation.....let's not even get into that right now. I've got plenty to say about Daher. Let me hint on what Jimmy 'hasn't been Rock Hard one day in his pathetic life' Jackson!! Jimmy..I don't know who in the hell you think you are...and I don't care. It seems to me like every time someone new enters the fed they have the same thing to say....I'm the best, I have held this championship & that championship, and the truth is the damn bastards just don't deserve to hear what I got to say. If you were so God Damn great....then let me ask you this..why the fuck have you never come here before? That's right..cause you suck. You never belonged here in the first place, and the only way you will ever get over here in the GWA is if you do bad mouth the number one man in Wrestling today. Well Jimmy Jackson...I remember brief stint of your career here in the GWA, but the truth is...I don't remember half the shit you continue to blab about. You did this...you did that. I beat Dark Tiger..I've never got to prove myself as an Olympic Champion. But the point you fail to mention...is you never...NEVER..even held a f*cking belt here in the GWA. You know my good friend...you can talk all the shit you want to about me cause you really don't matter in the grand scheme of things. Cause untill you do get your hands on gold...you will continue to be a no body, but if you get your chance just to compete with me Jimmy....you'll be a complete success. But you also have to live with the fact that I am the reason behind that success, and I just don't think you can handle it. Jimmy Jackass....if you ever step in the ring with me....you will not win gold. You will not win over me. The only thing you will get......
::Storm reaches into his Happy Meal box, and pulls out the "Shreik" toy, and smiles sarcasticlly.::
Is This(holds up the toy)....and..This!!!
NOW...the moment you've all been waiting for. "Mr. Fantastic" JOHNNY STORM! WHOOOO!! The Rant heard round the world..finally...live and Uncut....JIM DAHER: YOU SUCK!! LIVE ON PPV!! MAY 23RD....a SPECIAL GWA MAIN EVENT FEATURE AT FULL CIRCLE!! WHOO!!
Jim...you call yourself Icon. And I ask myself the same things the fans & staff, and other wrestlers for that matter ask themselves.....why? It is a lie. Jim Daher you have never been anything. You will never be anything. Were you a Falconer Champion..yes....did you deserve it...NO!! You beat Dark Tiger's butt buddy, Jack Otis, for chris sakes!! Who the hell counts that as a challenge!! I've sat back for the last couple of days, and I've listened to those gums of yours flap. I've seen those jaws going about a mile a minuete, about how you'll do this...you'll do that. .When in reality JIM...WHAT YOU WILL DO IS GET YOUR ASS MAXIMUMLY WHIPPED!! YOU, my friend, are in what we call...Maximum Denial!! That's right kid. You seem to think that your shit don't stink..that you and your BOV have some sort of unseen advantage. Well Kid...I AM A CHAMPION!! That's what people call me..cause it's the F*cking truth!! I don't gripe about loseing my titles, cause theres always one right around the corner in my future cause I am a TRUE CHAMPION!! You have held it once Jim......and if you were so great, you would still have it.
Jim Daher, you have never been nothing more than a leech. You know that you suck, and therefore you talk about others to put your own name over. To boost your career...I am going to beat your ass. Now you may think that this is boastful, but you won't believe the response after the match for you. Your blood stained face...looking up the ramp way as I celebrate my preordained victory........and your going to think to yourself...Jesus...I need to pick a fight with that guy more often, cause automatically your Shirt sales will go up....Daher Hats will go up.....even that rediculous action figure that looks goofier...although I never thought it possiable....than you do...will go up in sales figures. What I'm saying Jim...is your not a future up and comer. Your not a has been. You are a never was. A never will be. A never CAN BE!!
Those Kids over there Jim...(points at the sturdy plastic play tunnels)...thos Kids have more athletic talent than you do. Hell...they are playing in what your balls are made of. Plastic!! You are molded, and formed by yours truely as the good guy. The super hero of all that is holy. I am the evil. The devil himself...and when we clash..everyone wants you to win Jim, but in the end...you just won't have what it takes now will you? Ask yourself Jim.....who am I compared to Johnny Storm? No One. The only reason I accepted this match, is cause it is a personal favor. No one pulls my strings Ross...ON BODY!! Not Steven Fury!! NOT MJ FRANCIS!! NOT THESE FANS!! I don't care whether they are happy Ross...I only care about my happiness...and what will make me happy...is doing to you, what I do to everyone else.......leaving them...
FACE DOWN..
ASS UP..
IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN FUCKING BLOOD!!!
So JIm....after your ass whipping at Full Circle....theres only one thing to remember...
::Johnny Storm points up to the Mcdonalds sign that says 'now hiring', and smiles deviously as Ross follows his finger with the camera.::
Johnny Storm: You can always find work at Mcdonalds...
::Storm smiles widely, as Ross Bobby cuts the camera off. He continues to eat his food, as Storm watches the kids play on the equipment. They end up back at the hotel shortly, and Storm is ready for a good night's rest. Ross leaves after some of his useless banter, and then Storm retires to his room. There he lays across the bed in wonder at to the situation with Jim Daher.::
((Just another year....The GWA's 1 year anniversary...their big birthday bash, and I'm spending it wrestling that worthless talentless hack.....Jim Daher. I don't think I can get any lower than this. Of coarse look who's the Main Event....isn't it obvious. However....Dark Tiger has evaded me for one more show....I think that things will heat up in the weeks to come. That is if the lazy bastards around here keep the fed open that long. Looking at the talent pool....I'm not so sure. Jim Daher..I feel for you buddy...your just really a victom. I don't feel the need to beat your ass, but that's what I have to do to keep my own success eminent........ah who am I kidding I'm going to enjoy it...and maybe after everything finally does come Full Circle....people will understand why I'm the lord of the dance, and I ain't talking that River Shit neither!!))
THE END
NOT F*CKING LIKELY!!!!
VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA
THE GWA FRONT OFFICES
MAXIMUM IN!QUISITION: 12:23p.m.
::Johnny Storm power walks down one of the long hallways inside the GWA head offices in Vancouver, British Columbia. Storm's anger swells up inside of him as he see's the door to Steven Fury's office up ahead. The Receptionist stands to greet him as she see's him walk right past her just like every other wrestler always does. She reaches down to her phone, picking it up to warn Steven before Storm can enter...but it's to late. Storm shoves the door open angrily, and slams it behind him, inches from the receptionist's nose. He looks to Steven who leans back in his chair, MJ sitting in his lap, The two playfully flicking their tongues at each other. At the sight of Storm however, Fury stops, and leans forwards a bit...MJ looking over at his distraction. Storm to keep from explodeing it seems...begins to pace back and forth, the blood veins in his neck standing out, and the rest of him visiably red. Steven can see that obviously his second most trusted subject is upset with something, and he raises his eyebrow in question::
Steven Fury: What's eating at you today Johnny?
::Storm stops short in his pace, and stands directly in front of Fury, his jaw set, his eyes straight ahead at the far wall.::
Johnny Storm: What's eating me? What's EATING ME? Well lets see!! I see that Dark Tiger gets the night off....AGAIN!! How lond do you plan on keeping me jumping through hoops untill I get my title?
::Steven shakes his head and lets out a sigh.::
Steven Fury: Jumping through hoops? I guess it's time to blame Fury again. Why not, all these other snot nosed little bastards do.
::Steven looks up so that he is staring directly into Storm's eyes.::
Steven Fury: Tiger was out for a couple of weeks, and the schedule was already set when I recieved his message that he is ready wrestle again.
::Storm's eyes roam Fury's face, and then shoots to MJ's, then back to Fury's. Then before anything else can be said Storm begins to pace again quickly.::
Johnny Storm: Fine...I'm sorry about that one. But Jim Daher? JIM DAHER, STEVEN? Who in the f*ck is Jim Daher anyways? Does he deserve a shot at my belt? Does he deserve anything at all?
Steven Fury: Daher and his little crew seem to find it amusing to either attack me or talk about me. They think their little games are funny. Fake subpeanas, get real, I spoke of that but whether they did the attack or not they were going to be facing The Brotherhood. I kind of like the idea of seeing them get their asses handed to them again. As for Daher against you, well, why the hell not? Your job is to put people who mess with me in their place. You've done a good job with Goliath & Sonny so far, so why not Daher as well. Say what they will, Daher is the ring leader over there.
::Storm stops short of takeing another step, stopping directly in front of Steven's desk once again. Storm then turns to Steven, his breathing finally starting to come in under control. He stalks over to the desk, slamming his hands down and leaning forward, his eyes stareing driectly into Stevens.::
Johnny Storm: Then there's only one question left to be asked.....Do you want Jim Daher beaten, or do you want him ended?
::Steven smiles a wicked smile.::
Steven Fury: Beaten will be fine, it will just prolong his agony, besides...I need the warm body to use in matches right now.
Johnny Storm: Simple enough. Jim Daher and his BOV will rue the day that he f*cked with Team Fury. I still think he needs to be ended, but if you don't want that..I guess it won't happen. Can I detain him for a week at least. We don't need him that bad do we?
::Steven smiles another wicked smile.::
Steven Fury: Detain him?
::Johnny Storm allows a wicked smile of his own.::
Johnny Storm: Detain him...as in send the entire roster a message by simply looking at Jim Daher's face.
::Steven cocks and eyebrow, looks at MJ and they both begin to laugh.::
Steven Fury: Do you really need me to answer that? I think that can be answered in one simple line.
::Steven looks at MJ.::
Steven Fury: Go ahead baby, you answer that one.
MJ: Violence isn't an option, it's the F*CKING LAW!!
::Storm grins, and leans backwards onto his feet.::
Johnny Storm: Good. Cause Jim Daher is just one more example to be made of....just the same as Anton Rayge, Goliath...and anyone else who wants to step up to the plate. I'll see you guys later...I've got some things to deal with of a personal matter. Take care...
::Storm turns to walk away, heading towards the door.::
Steven Fury: Later Johnny!!
::Storm disappears behind the door, as MJ & Fury return to what they were doing before they were interrupted. Storm power walks past the receptionist, and slams the door on his way out of her nook as he exits. Storm then moves down the hallway to his own office, where he has a few things to take care of.::
MAY 19th, 2001
VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA
AIRPORT
MAXIMUM SUPPLY: 5:22p.m.
::Johnny Storm stumbles through the hallway leading to the private residance area. People hustle and bustle past him, and several people stop and try and catch him, although he never stops. He grits his teeth as people he doesn't even know call out his name. His legs manuever in & out of people, and finally he enters a door off to the side where the private area is held. As Storm walks in several people sitting in lavish surroundings & leather chairs turn to see who it is who allowed the brief moment of hustle and bustle outside the door into the room. Storm nods to a few of them, and they all return to their buisness, as Storm starts towards the exit leading out to the private air strips, and where his jet is awaiting him. It does'nt take him long to get aboard the plane, as the workers all sit around and watch on.::
Crewman 1: Man..that son of a bitch has more money than he know's what to do with...man...has anyone ever told you you look like him in a way......HAR HAR HAR!!
::The other crew man looked up from in under his hat, the brim causeing an odd shadow over his face.::
Crewman 2: What makes you think so?
Crewman 1: I don't know....damn it though. You guy's could pass as brothers!!
Crewman 2: Do you really think so?
Crewman 1: Yeah man...I bet the girls won't keep off of you!! HAR HAR HAR!!
Crewman 2: Yeah....it happens all the time...
::The look alike turns to see Johnny Storm as he is speaking at a few of his staff at the enterance to the jet, and then lifts up another crate. He starts towards the jet, where the back compartment has been opened so as to load the plane with supplies. He steps up into the jet, and takes a few looks around, and see's the other crewman heading back to the cargo bay. He throws the crate down, and he hears the chardane'glasses in the crate explode against the wood. He then non-shallantly leans down against the edge of one of the boxes, as the mechanical lift closes the compartment once again. He grows a smile on his face, and leans back ready to enjoy the ride. Destination....Full Circle.
MAY 20th, 2001
CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA
THE CAROLINA'S NATIONAL BANK
MYSTERY MONEY: 1:20p.m.
::Johnny Storm pushes through the doors of The Carolina's National Bank angrily, and looks around as the tellars & the floor managers all grow completely still. Their eyes all fall on Storm, who looks them up & down in disgust, and then stalks towards the steps leading to the higher offices. They all knew that this had been a long time comeing. His current GWA schedule had kept him from comeing down to his home state, to a bank that he owned...a bank that allowed an imposter to waltz out with nearly 11.4 Billion dollars of his own money. How pathetic was that? That was the exact question that Johnny Storm intended to ask the Chairman of the bank. Storm finally reached the upper levels, and stalked through the door..the receptionist upon seeing him sinks back into her seat not even makeing a move to warn the chairman who sat in his office. He was allerted soon enough however, by the two double doors swinging wildly open and slamming against the walls with a loud thud. The small man sitting behind the desk, automatically sinks in his seat, and looks at Storm with surprised eyes.::
Chairman: Mr. Storm...what a surprise...I wasn't expecting you today..um....No one told me you were comeing..
::Storm reaches for the doors with a sneer, and pulled hard pushing the doors back closed with a slam. He then stalked over to the desk, and reared back with his hand causeing the small man behind the desk to cower and covers his face with his arms. Storm swings downwards jerking up the phone as he goes, dialing the number of Landau, Luckman, & Lake....Mr. Landau's extension. Storm then hits the speaker phone feature, and then hangs up the reciever looking down at the still cowering man. He peers out from in under his arms, and see's Storm sit down across from him, throwing his feet up on the desk knocking over a picture of the man's family. Storm then looks at him, as a familiar voice booms over the speaker phone.::
John Landau: Hello? Johnny?
Johnny Storm: I'm here John...I would like to speak to you about the severity of this bank situation..and if you could...tell me about this woman who left me some money?
::The chairman looks to Storm in question, and Storm leans back in his seat as John Landau begins his report.::
John Landau: Well..I can't exactly tell you who she was..cause I never met her. She called on a cell phone that was untraceable, and she had a man deliver the money to our offices. She told me that all I had to do is do what she told me to do...and then you would be freed. Since there was no way to get in touch with you...we had to make a judgement call. So we decided to accept her offer. No strings attached she said. So far there have'nt been any. As to the amount she left to you..there really isn't much to it. She left you some spending money personally at the Detention Center, and then left us with the amount of 15 Million dollars...
::The Chairman's eyes bulge out, as he looks to Storm with a questioning glance.::
Johnny Storm: Yes John.....but do you think I can TRUST..my own bank to hold that money for me...considering what happened last time?
::The Chairman's face twists into a troubled one once again, and he sinks back into his chair. He gives Storm a look of sorrowfulness, but Storm shrugs it off, looking down at the phone.::
John Landau: Well...we would have to take some cationary measures, but I don't see why not. We need to speak to the chairman to make it clear about the release of money...only if you have our signatures along with your signature...along with a DNA test on sight...can you withdraw a certain sum of money...like over 500,000 dollars.
::Storm eyes the chairman, who sits up now with a reassuring glance. Storm rolls his eyes, and then looks back to the phone.::
Johnny Storm: Alright...that should be acceptable...I'll let you draw up the paper work, and You can deal with it then. I'll see you later John..
John Landau: No problem Johnny. You take care...and good luck at Full Circle.
Johnny Storm: Now John...you know it does'nt have anything to do with luck...
John Landau:...yeah..I guess your right. Bye Johnny.
Johnny Storm: Adios John....
::Storm hits a button on the phone ending the session with John Landau, and then looks back to the chairman with a wicked smirk.::
Johnny Storm: Did you get all that pal....or do I need to help you out a little with the comprehension....cause I'll be more than happy to beat the information into your pea sized brain...
Chairman: N...No...No Mr. Storm..I understand...Loud & Clear...
Johnny Storm: Well lets hope you do, cause if this ever happens again...then you will be dropped out of that window over there....now you have a nice day.
::Storm whirls on his heels, and stalks out of the office much the same way as he entered...slamming the double door's behind him. The Chairman gets a relieved look on his face, and whipes the sweat from his brow that formed upon Storm's appearance in his doorway. Storm on the other hand power walks down the steps, and exits the building....stares still following him even after he's gone.::
MAY 21st, 2001
VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA
THE MARRIOTT HOTEL
MAXIMUM DENIAL: 3:00p.m.
::Johnny Storm sat down in the lobby of the Marriott Hotel, awaiting Ross Bobby & his assanine comments. Storm sits with his face in his hands....contempt in his mind towards the fact that Ross Bobby was thirty minuetes late...as usual. Storm finally got up to his feet, and started paceing...much like he had earlier in the weekend in Steven Fury's office. Now he was ready...Jim Daher was just a few days away from a Maximum Ass Kicking...and it was obvious...that Jim was in Maximum Denial. Storm continued to pace, when finally Ross Bobby's ignorant smileing face appeared in the window. He beckoned Storm to step outside, and Johnny started that direction swiftly...heading out the side door, and walking along the side walk to where he was standing.::
Johnny Storm: You know Ross..it never fails with you...you always do something to piss me off...What the hell is your deal, do they keep you around to get the wrestlers adrenaline going for their interviews?
Ross Bobby: That must be it Johnny...so where do you want to have this interview Mr. Storm?
Johnny Storm: That's Mr. Fantastic to you jackass and I guess we can hop in your shotty car there, and start down the road...
::Ross Bobby cringes at the thought of driveing his car, remembering the last time that he tried to drive Johnny Storm anywhere. Storm rounds around to the passenger's side, and then slides down into the seat. Ross squeemishly sits down in the drivers seat, and starts the car..buckeling his seat belt. Johnny Storm looks over at Ross, looks as if in thought for a few moments, and then pulls his own seat belt on quickly. Ross makes a snide face towards Storm who never see's it, and then leans back in the seat....starting to put the car in reverse. It doesn't take long, and the two men are out on the highway heading up the road. The two go along for awhile without saying anything...Ross' mind on the road, untill he happens to look over at Storm. Storm has his hands over his eyes, not makeing a peep out of them. Ross angrily slams his fists against the steering wheel, The car suddenly jerks in under Ross' fists hitting it causeing it to jump into the other lane, and screaching all the way back over into the other lane as Ross fumbles at the wheel to get it back in under control. During this brief time..Storm rolls all over the front seat only return back to his original position. Storm then drops his eyes down to his side, and looks over at Ross who looks straight ahead as if nothing just happened. Storm leans back in his chair, and with an open palm..smacks Ross Bobby right upside the back of the head causeing him to rock forward. Ross looks angrily to Storm, and Johnny looks menacingly at Ross pointing to the road where his eyes need to be. Ross looks back to the road, and Storm shakes his head in frustration looking out the window. Storm notices a golden arch, and nods to himself....::
Johnny Storm: Alright Ross...get off on this exit, and go to that Mcdonalds over there...
Ross Bobby: "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm...eating at a Mcdonalds? What's next...helping the elderly across a busy street...
::Ross seems all amused with himself, but when he looks over to Storm's position...he is stareing coldly right at Ross. Ross gulps hard, and then turns back to the road, takeing the exit, and heading up the ramp towards the road leading to the Mcdonalds. There isn't much traffic on the road, as Ross Bobby pulls upon it, he drives forward for about two minuetes, untill pulling into the Mcdonalds. The large white sign where normally the Manager's special would be, reads: 'Help Wanted'. Johnny looks over at Ross, and points him along to go to the drive thru window...he then grows a conceded smile.::
Johnny Storm: You saw the sign did'nt you....you could get a job here Ross..
Ross Bobby: (in a hushed under the breath voice) at least I would have to put up with you...
Johnny Storm: (holding his hand cupped to his ear) What was that Ross?
Ross Bobby: (normal voice) Nothing...
::Storm nods, and then quiets himself as Ross rolls down his window to talk to the automated window. Ross looks over to Storm with a questioning glance.::
Ross Bobby: So what is it you wanted?
Johnny Storm: Get me a Happy Meal..
::Ross snorts loudly as he laughs, however when he looks back at Storm's face it is cold and calculating as ever stareing right back at him. Ross then turns meekishly to the window, and the automated voice begins.::
Automated Voice: Hello..Thank you for chooseing Mcdonalds.. How can I help you?
Ross Bobby: Yes..I would like one Happy Meal please, along with a #4, a #5, and three triple cheeseburgers please. OH!! And a Mcflurry with all the toppings...
Automated Voice: Your total is $24.71, please drive around to the first window...
::Ross puts the car back in drive, and drives around...and upon getting to the first window, turns to Storm extending his hand out. Storm looks at Ross, then his hand, then back at Ross..::
Johnny Storm: Do you think you got enough to eat Ross?
Ross:(with a hurt face) But I was hungry...I haven't eaten all day!! Honest...
::Storm gives Ross a disgusted look, but delves into his pocket produceing a Fifty Dollar Bill, and hands it over to Ross who eyes it with a smile, and then hands it to the cashier up in the window.::
Johnny Storm: I want my God Damn change too Ross...
::Ross gives a 'shit' look on his face as the change is handed to him, and then he hands it over to Storm who grabs it up, and shoves it back into his pocket. Storm watches out the window, as kids play on the large construct of plastic set up as a mini-deathtrap for childeren. Storm watches as the kids play in the plastic balls, and then pretend like they are wrestling. After about 15 minuetes of waiting, and because of Ross' special orders...the food is secured in the car, and Storm points to a parking place, and they both get out and sit on the hood of the car. Storm then looks over to Ross, and nods as if he just now got an idea.::
Johnny Storm: Hey...go get the camera set up out here...this should be a pretty good setting..Lord knows the BOV know alot about fast food...you can look at that fat bastard Bedlam and see first hand..
::Ross nods, and rounds to the back of the car to get his camera equipment. After a few moments of setting it up, Ross is ready for Fantastic to give another award winning interview.::
Ross Bobby: Alright GWA fans...here we are once again with "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm, and I have to ask you Mr. Storm...there are alot of people out there haveing their words about you and the Maximus Title. Goliath & Sonny have made mention of you....Jim Daher, who you will be defending your Maximus Title against at the upcomeing PPV, Full Circle....along with the new comer...Jimmy "Rock Hard" Jackson..who has never met you in his life...what do you have to say about this.
Johnny Storm: What do I have to say about this? WHAT NEEDS TO BE SAID ROSS?!?! It's just like I said last time...you need to put someone over...put them in a match with the best. The wrestler isn't getting quite the same pop as the other wrestler gets....then mention a better wrestlers name to get him over. You know a certain big bastard who was once in the GWA, and I'm not nameing names...said the same thing about me. Now it's true that I never committed such a crime....but I do get what he's trying to say. I mean...take a look around you Ross. Where's the competition?
::Ross opens his mouth in an attempt to say something, but Storm throws his finger up to his lips hushing him.::
Johnny Storm: That's right Ross...I've already beat them. There is no competition left for Johnny Storm to face, cause I've already one: Beat them in a match. Or Two: Taken them out before they could get to me. I am the number one influential man in wrestling today, and this whole Jim Daher situation.....let's not even get into that right now. I've got plenty to say about Daher. Let me hint on what Jimmy 'hasn't been Rock Hard one day in his pathetic life' Jackson!! Jimmy..I don't know who in the hell you think you are...and I don't care. It seems to me like every time someone new enters the fed they have the same thing to say....I'm the best, I have held this championship & that championship, and the truth is the damn bastards just don't deserve to hear what I got to say. If you were so God Damn great....then let me ask you this..why the fuck have you never come here before? That's right..cause you suck. You never belonged here in the first place, and the only way you will ever get over here in the GWA is if you do bad mouth the number one man in Wrestling today. Well Jimmy Jackson...I remember brief stint of your career here in the GWA, but the truth is...I don't remember half the shit you continue to blab about. You did this...you did that. I beat Dark Tiger..I've never got to prove myself as an Olympic Champion. But the point you fail to mention...is you never...NEVER..even held a f*cking belt here in the GWA. You know my good friend...you can talk all the shit you want to about me cause you really don't matter in the grand scheme of things. Cause untill you do get your hands on gold...you will continue to be a no body, but if you get your chance just to compete with me Jimmy....you'll be a complete success. But you also have to live with the fact that I am the reason behind that success, and I just don't think you can handle it. Jimmy Jackass....if you ever step in the ring with me....you will not win gold. You will not win over me. The only thing you will get......
::Storm reaches into his Happy Meal box, and pulls out the "Shreik" toy, and smiles sarcasticlly.::
Is This(holds up the toy)....and..This!!!
NOW...the moment you've all been waiting for. "Mr. Fantastic" JOHNNY STORM! WHOOOO!! The Rant heard round the world..finally...live and Uncut....JIM DAHER: YOU SUCK!! LIVE ON PPV!! MAY 23RD....a SPECIAL GWA MAIN EVENT FEATURE AT FULL CIRCLE!! WHOO!!
Jim...you call yourself Icon. And I ask myself the same things the fans & staff, and other wrestlers for that matter ask themselves.....why? It is a lie. Jim Daher you have never been anything. You will never be anything. Were you a Falconer Champion..yes....did you deserve it...NO!! You beat Dark Tiger's butt buddy, Jack Otis, for chris sakes!! Who the hell counts that as a challenge!! I've sat back for the last couple of days, and I've listened to those gums of yours flap. I've seen those jaws going about a mile a minuete, about how you'll do this...you'll do that. .When in reality JIM...WHAT YOU WILL DO IS GET YOUR ASS MAXIMUMLY WHIPPED!! YOU, my friend, are in what we call...Maximum Denial!! That's right kid. You seem to think that your shit don't stink..that you and your BOV have some sort of unseen advantage. Well Kid...I AM A CHAMPION!! That's what people call me..cause it's the F*cking truth!! I don't gripe about loseing my titles, cause theres always one right around the corner in my future cause I am a TRUE CHAMPION!! You have held it once Jim......and if you were so great, you would still have it.
Jim Daher, you have never been nothing more than a leech. You know that you suck, and therefore you talk about others to put your own name over. To boost your career...I am going to beat your ass. Now you may think that this is boastful, but you won't believe the response after the match for you. Your blood stained face...looking up the ramp way as I celebrate my preordained victory........and your going to think to yourself...Jesus...I need to pick a fight with that guy more often, cause automatically your Shirt sales will go up....Daher Hats will go up.....even that rediculous action figure that looks goofier...although I never thought it possiable....than you do...will go up in sales figures. What I'm saying Jim...is your not a future up and comer. Your not a has been. You are a never was. A never will be. A never CAN BE!!
Those Kids over there Jim...(points at the sturdy plastic play tunnels)...thos Kids have more athletic talent than you do. Hell...they are playing in what your balls are made of. Plastic!! You are molded, and formed by yours truely as the good guy. The super hero of all that is holy. I am the evil. The devil himself...and when we clash..everyone wants you to win Jim, but in the end...you just won't have what it takes now will you? Ask yourself Jim.....who am I compared to Johnny Storm? No One. The only reason I accepted this match, is cause it is a personal favor. No one pulls my strings Ross...ON BODY!! Not Steven Fury!! NOT MJ FRANCIS!! NOT THESE FANS!! I don't care whether they are happy Ross...I only care about my happiness...and what will make me happy...is doing to you, what I do to everyone else.......leaving them...
FACE DOWN..
ASS UP..
IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN FUCKING BLOOD!!!
So JIm....after your ass whipping at Full Circle....theres only one thing to remember...
::Johnny Storm points up to the Mcdonalds sign that says 'now hiring', and smiles deviously as Ross follows his finger with the camera.::
Johnny Storm: You can always find work at Mcdonalds...
::Storm smiles widely, as Ross Bobby cuts the camera off. He continues to eat his food, as Storm watches the kids play on the equipment. They end up back at the hotel shortly, and Storm is ready for a good night's rest. Ross leaves after some of his useless banter, and then Storm retires to his room. There he lays across the bed in wonder at to the situation with Jim Daher.::
((Just another year....The GWA's 1 year anniversary...their big birthday bash, and I'm spending it wrestling that worthless talentless hack.....Jim Daher. I don't think I can get any lower than this. Of coarse look who's the Main Event....isn't it obvious. However....Dark Tiger has evaded me for one more show....I think that things will heat up in the weeks to come. That is if the lazy bastards around here keep the fed open that long. Looking at the talent pool....I'm not so sure. Jim Daher..I feel for you buddy...your just really a victom. I don't feel the need to beat your ass, but that's what I have to do to keep my own success eminent........ah who am I kidding I'm going to enjoy it...and maybe after everything finally does come Full Circle....people will understand why I'm the lord of the dance, and I ain't talking that River Shit neither!!))
THE END
NOT F*CKING LIKELY!!!!