Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 7:02:16 GMT
JUNE 4th, 2001
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
JOHNNY STORM'S LA ESTATE
BEFORE THE MATCH WITH GOLIATH: 9:00p.m.
::Storm's mind races. The dream taking over his senses. He feels submerged...like he's drowning. But within what? The people against him, or himself. Storm's eyes suddenly open, and frantically he sits up out of the water that is almost deep enough to put him under water. The tide had risen with the changing of time. He had chased the person who had stolen his money out here, and that's all he could remember. His head throbbed, and he felt as if he had been struck by something. His mind was on fire as he thought about what happened. It felt like he had a dream...one that was in a haze. One that he couldn't figure out. One that he couldn't quite remember although it was on the tip of his tongue. Storm gets to his feet, and the salt water drips down his legs & chest...his clothes now drenched. He looks around him as if in confusion, and then slowly starts towards the steps leading up to the large house positioned over the beach. Storm's thoughts are completely cluttered.....but one thing was for sure....he had to face Goliath, and he had to win.::
JUNE 9th, 2001
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
JOHNNY STORM'S LA ESTATE
FINAL MOMENTS OF INSURRECTION: 10:56p.m.
Tyrone Tranza: MALICE IS OUT.....AND HE'S GOING AT IT WITH ALL THREE MEN AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP WAY!!
Kevin Gaines: OH MY GOD!! THEY ARE ALL TRYING TO GANG HIM, BUT THE BIG SONE OF A BTICH IS STILL FIGHTING BACK!! Now in the ring...Somehow Johnny Storm has turned the tide in the ring while we were paying attention to Malice. LOOK! OK...I DON'T AGREE WITH THIS, BUT IT'S A SMART MOVE!! J.J. IS UP ON THE RING APRON, AND HE'S GOT THE REF'S ATTENTION, HERE COMES SONNY MIAVIA CARRYING THAT DAMN SLEDGEHAMMER!! HE'S IN THE RING...JOHNNY STORM HAS GOLIATH UP, AND HERE COMES SONNY STEALTHILY BEHIND HIM!! SONNY RARES BACK, AND SWINGS!! STORM DUCKED IT!! STORM SAW IT COMING SOMEHOW!! THE HAMMER STRUCK GOLIATH RIGHT IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!! SONNY JUST DROPPED THE HAMMER, AND HAS A DUMBFOUNDED LOOK ON HIS FACE!! STORM BEHIND HIM NOW...LOOK OUT SONNY!!
Tyrone Tranza: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Johnny with a stiff shot to Sonny's back causing him to arch backwards...now hooks him around the chin & thigh...lifts up in a rack like position, AWWW YEAH!! FANTASTICATOR ON THAT SUCKAH!!
Kevin Gaines: That Suckah as you mentioned him is the new Maximus Champion, and he just laid out his own damn partner with a sledgehammer!! Storm shoves Sonny out of the ring who is out of it after the Fantasticator, and he's got the sledgehammer, and he's dropped it out of the ring like dirty evidence. Storm drops down on Goliath now, and the ref just turned around. He's down in position...1...2...3!! DAMN IT!! DAMN IT!! I KNOW SONNY WAS TRY....
::The tape is cut off before Kevin Gaines can finish the sentence he had stated that night. Storm muses to himself, as he leans back in his leather chair with ease. He grins from ear to ear thinking about the events of it all. How perfectly it all worked out.::
((They actually believed that I feared Goliath when I had Steven come out. We knew that Bad Influence wouldn't allow it. I knew they wouldn't allow it. The plan worked perfectly. Sonny Miavia, a bad influence member...steps into the ring...and hits Goliath right upside the head with a Sledgehammer. What's going through Goliath's head now....besides a great deal of pain. This is his team mate. The same team mate that now gets a chance at my title..where as Goliath probably thinks he deserves a rematch. Next time I won't base it all behind a plan. I'm just going to beat his ass myself. Just to shut him up, and put him in his place. Now of coarse, there's Sonny Miavia. He thinks that I care about what him & his Sledgehammer can do. Well....maybe he should worry more about what I can do without weapons, than what he can do with them. Sonny....Sonny....Sonny. It's quite sad, cause end the end you'll end up just like all the rest....))
Face Down
Ass Up
In A Pool Of Your Own F*cking Blood!!
::Johnny Storm muses a little more at his thoughts, and sits forwards now, looking over a few financial statements sent through E-mail by John Landau. Buisness as usual...that helpful 15 million dollars has put the Storm Corp back in buisness. It also was able to salvage the family home, which means alot to him despite what he would say about it. After a few more moments of reading, his thoughts finally come back around to what he had thought about all week. All last week as well for that matter. Scarlett Rayne Sengir. Where was she, and why? Boston was the only thing Storm knew about it. Boston was a large place, and although he was able to get his funds back on track......he coudln't afford to pay someone to make a sweep of the city. Storm twirls a pencil in his hand, finger tapping against the eraser. He looks outside to the sea, that seems to go on forever. Suddenly he angrily flings the pencil towards the door, causing it make a loud bouncing sound off of glass. Storm then brings his hand up to his face..covering his mouth, and rubbing his chin.....and then what comes next is completely unexpected. A tear. A solitary tear moves down his cheek, and he reaches up in wonder at the wet sensation moving out of his eyes. He then shakes his head, his eyes glossed over as if he's ready to burst into them. Then it happens. He does.::
JUNE 11th, 2001
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
THE LITTLE PAL PET STORE
GLADIATOR GREATNESS: 1:00p.m.
::Ross Bobby hurriedly moves through the LA traffic in his small rental car. He looks about himself, as people honk at him for cutting them off. He bobs & weaves between cars on the highway untill finally ending up at his exit, to which he fidgets with the wheel to get into that lane. Cutting off a line of traffic, that beeps wildly at him...he moves up the ramp, and takes a right at the end, heading towards "The Little Pal Pet Store". He wasn't sure why he was even going here, but..."Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm had called the GWA offices, and asked that a reporter be sent. Because of the chemistry...or lack there of between Ross & Storm....they sent him despite his doubts about the situation. A pet store? Nothing good could come of this.
Ross pulls into the parking lot of the pet store, and see's a baby blue '71 Camaro, with Dark Navy Blue interior. He pulls up beside the remarkable car, and puts his rental in park. He steps out of the drivers side door, and closes it behind him as he admires the smooth reflection of himself in the delicately polished hood. He keeps his eyes on the car as he starts towards the door. It was just breath taking. But with Ross..it was like every other time he came out on call for an interview......he was an idiot. The plate glass door buckles in under his nose, as he turns and runs right into it. He stumbles back, and holds his nose....but then he steps off the edge of the curb, causing his balance to be even more impared. He stumbles shakily backwards...and begins to fall despite the movement of his flailing arms. Just as he is about to slam into the hood of the beautiful Camaro, a strong grip catches him around the shirt, and brings him forward launching Ross through the air. He comes to a sudden stop against the brick wall of the building, and he holds his ribs as he slumps down. When he looks up he see's Johnny Storm looking over the hood of the car, and then towards Ross with angry eyes.::
Johnny Storm: What the hell is the matter with you Ross? Are you some sort of numb nut or something? JESUS!
Ross Bobby: Oh..I didn't mean anything by it. I got...and then....and it....and..and...and..
Johnny Storm: SAVE IT! Get inside this place with your equipment, so that I can get you as far away from me as possiable after it's done!
Ross Bobby: FINE!!
::Ross steps over to the passenger's side of his car, and opens the door. He rumages for a few minuetes, untill pulling a camera along with an old timey tape recorder out of the confines of the car. He starts towards the door to the pet store, where Storm had entered...and does so himself. He looks around the place, where he see's all sorts of animals & pet supplies. He then shakes his head. What did any of this have to do with a GWA Gladiator Title Match with Sonny Miavia. Ross follows the directions of one of the sales represenatives al lthe way to the back of the store, and then to the right where he see's Johnny Storm leaning against a large box that is closed up. Ross eyes the box, then Storm...but starts setting up his camera despite the fact his mind is wondering what the box is for. Storm stands there with the same expression of disgust as Ross finally gets ready, and sits down on a stool set up over in a corner.::
Ross Bobby: Well Fans, welcome once again to GWA Television....and here I am with "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. Now Mr. Storm...what do we owe this pleasure? You called us after all.
And..why here in a pet surplus store?
Johnny Storm: Well if you would shut the hell up Ross, I would tell you. Let's put it this way...after I get through with this..you will see how YOU and Sonny Miavia have a great deal in common.....so are you going to shut up?
Ross Bobby: Yeah..I'll shut up...I think maybe you nee...oh.
Johnny Storm: (looking at Ross in total lack of disrespect) Anything else?
Ross Bobby: (Shakes head no)..........
Johnny Storm: Good! Now that we got that cleared up...let's get to the point. Gladiator Championship match...Sonny Miavia without the Devine. You know, it's a good thing you dropped that last name cause it's deffinently not true here in the GWA. Basically since you've been back in the GWA you've run your mouth about two destinct things. Getting your unworthy hands on the Gladiator Title, and this stupid ass federation run by your resident fudge packer...J.J. and how you were the very first World Champion. Well this is what I ask you Sonny....it says that stips may be added later...well...how about this. You give me a title shot against J.J.'s title....or our title match is a non-title match. And I just beat your ass cause I can.
How do we do this you may ask. Well...you see..I hand you a contract brought up by my legal office, saying that this match is title for title. J.J. will sign on the dotted line..and I get the title. Make no mistake Sonny...agree to this...and I get the title. You leave with nothing! I will hold a belt that I don't give a shit about, plus the Gladiator Championship! I am the most Fantastic wrestler in this buisness. F*ck it...I am this Buisness! YOU ARE NOT MY CONCERN! You Sonny, are my bitch. That's right. My Bitch!
::Storm opens the container, and a dog stumbles out allowing a god awful smell. It was obvious that it was a female, and there is a terriable stench in the air making it even more obvious that she was in heat. The small dog looks up, and Ross Bobby begins to laugh loudly seeing where this was going. Storm looks over to a kennel where a dog barks wildly in anticipation...and Storm pulls the gate open. This...obviously being a male dog, takes off running, nearly tackeling the much smaller female....humping away at her.
Johnny Storm: (with a grin) Ahhh...Young love.
::Storm then starts to exit, and Ross follows behind him.....taking the camera so that it is now following Storm out of the building...and back to the baby blue Camaro. Storm leans against the hood, and looks back to the camera.::
Johnny Storm: You know...just like those two dogs in there Sonny..you are my bitch. And right now..you are in heat. You know when I screwed Goliath out of the Maximus Title the first time I thought you guys would get the fact that I don't care what it takes to beat your asses into the ground for the three count. Then the Gladiator Title match....what sweet poetry. NOT even I could have swung that Sledgehammer better Sonny. Yeah...I thought that maybe I would get tired of screwing you guys over....but you know...the more you come back for more, the happier I am to give it to you. You kind of remind me of some cock happy whores or something....and I'm the supply to your desires. If this is what you want Sonny....well....then prepare yourself for it. Cause it has become a reality.
You are my bitch Sonny! You are like no other bitch that I know. A bitch that doesn't even know it's a bitch. A bitch that will take it from any damned tramp out on the street. A bitch that will not win his match at Insurrection. A bitch that will lose his title. A bitch that never defeated me for that Maximus Title your parading around with. A bitch.....well...just a plain old bitch!
I could pretend Sonny. I could. I could pretend you matter to me. That you are going to pose a threat. I could pretend I need to cheat to win. I could pretend like I'm even worried about your ability. But there is none. No talent. No ability. Not a damn thing, but a ready amount of bitch. You bitched from the moment you came back to this fed. You bitched about being the Gladiator Champion. Well now I've given you the chance to do something about it. I've given you a chance to do something else besides bitch. I said Ok to Steven Fury when he asked me about this match...because I wanted to prove something. I wanted to allow you to prove something to yourself. What you may ask? That you really are....without a shadow of a doubt. Not worthy of this place...or that Maximus Title. But most importantly...you will find..inside. That you are....My Bitch! Do you think He'll get the message Ross? I know I have to repeat myself a few thousand times before you thick skulled moron's get it through your pea sized brains....that You just don't f*cking matter.
Everyone wants to believe this matters. Everyone wants to believe that you are getting something besides money out of this. I have money...I've never had that kind of greed...cause I don't have to. I am here for one reason. And that is to teach. It's what I'm paid to do. Teach. To teach a lesson to all of you. To teach you that you are not what you think. To teach you that just as soon as you think you are at your best, that I am still that much better. Every time a new face shows up, they say that I don't deserve this title. This great honor. They say that they can do this, and do that...but the reality just hasn't sunk in. That I am the best. I am deserving. And I am...the Champion.
Which brings me to Mike Van Pro. You seem to be confused...Johnny Blaze is no longer around. He didn't cut it. I'm the only one left. The only person in the GWA that matters. I carry this place on my back, so you lazy fucks have a place to wrestle. Not just any place, but a multi-million dollar arena. Raking in Multi-Billion Dollar revenues. Mike...I say any time, any where. You think I give a shit if I have to beat you to a bloody pulp, to get it across that you...just like Sonny......are my bitch. Every one of you in the GWA, are my bitches. If you people continue to test me....I will start pimping your asses out on the street just to make it clearer.
Sonny....You have been given what you asked for with basically no effort upon your part. You give me what I want, or you don't get the chance to prove you are fit to carry the Gladiator Champion. Simple as that. But make no mistake Sonny...either way you decide. You will get your ass beat by me. Cause I'm not out to hurt you, I'm out to end you. And just like have everyone else around here....I will prove why I am the lord of the dance, and I ain't talking that River Shit either!
Now Ross...get the hell away from my car.
::Ross gives Storm a different kind of look as Storm rounds around to the drivers side of the Camaro, and drops down into the drivers seat. He turns a key, and the engine ignites with a loud display of power...as Storm throws the gear shifter in reverse, and then in to first.....screaching away from where Ross stands on watching. Ross packs up his stuff quickly, and heads to his car. Ready to get back to the Staples Arena, where he can do some editing work.::
NO DATE
THE GREAT UNKNOWN
REDEMPTION'S CITADEL
SALVATION: NO TIME
::Redemption sits upon his obsidian throne, looking down over the gloomy faces surrounding him. Press sits over in a corner, holding the chain that Salvation once was attached too. He has it wrapped around his fist, and every once in awhile the end of the chain will drop causing a clanking sound. His thoughts are surrounding her. He looks up to the throne, where Redemption is staring right back at him. Press looks away now...in his mind he thinks he shouldn't have looked over in that direction at all. It isn't untill he hears the voice however, that he knows it.::
Redemption: You are worried about Salvation aren't you?
::Press now, knowing that Redemption speaks to him, stands up to his feet..and slowly approaches the throne. He bows down in front of Redemption in a symbolic kneeling type position, and then looks up half way in under his hair.::
Press: Yes Sire. I can not help it.....
Redemption: Of coarse not boy. Did you think that I would not see it? Did you not think that I knew this would happen inside you?
Press: What sire?
Redemption: Your Deception.
Press: Deception? What do you speak of M'lord?
::Redemption turns his blood red glowing eyes onto Press, and he knows that there is no escape from this place. His soul was sold for power. He got the power, the deal was fulfilled...however...he can not use it in the world. Only as the servant of Redemption could he have the power. This same servatude and power is used here in the Great Unknown. He had never felt it a mistake till now. He was a servant of God. He was helping fulfill the prophecy. Press then looks back to Redemption, and stands tall now.::
Press: I do not decieve you. You are still my master, and I your servant!
Redemption: (after delivering a very long sigh) Very well. If that's the way you wish to stay, you will fulfill this wish of mine. There are a band of humans moving about this earth acting as if they know what they are doing. I need you to go, and give them some direction. Show them your power, and deliver my message unto them. They must pass through the Great Unknown to get to where they must. In the end...they don't know they serve me, but that's never stopped me from using others before to get my means accomplished.
Press: Yes sire...anything!
Redemption: There is a place in San Francisco. That's where I need you to go. A home there contains one of our portals into the other demension. All you need to do is use your power to unlock the portal, and allow their band of men within... They will do the rest. If there is opposition....Kill them.
Press: (nods, and bows) Very well M'lord. What do I call these people?
Redemption: The left hand.....use your judgements, and you will find them easily.
::Press nods again, and of coarse drops to his knee to bow. He stands to his full height 6 foot 6, and takes off towards the seeing well. Redemption watches his exit from behind, and Press feels it all the way to the end of the hall untill he disappears behind the door.::
JUNE 11th, 2001
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
JOHNNY STORM'S ESTATE
PREMONITION: 9:01p.m.
::Johnny Storm moves in & out of the rooms anxiously, looking for some paper work that he had left on his desk the previous day. The paper work had to do with the confirmation numbers that only Johnny Storm knew for his bank back home at Charlotte. He finally finds the papers where he had hidden them away, and then he finds himself in the leathers seat...staring at the computer screen.
Everything he had told Ross Bobby & the GWA was true. Everyone was guilty at one point or another for trying to get a push off of Johnny Storm's name. Even the supposed greats. It didn't take Storm a very long time to get the gold because he laid in waiting...it was because the upper office ignored what he was used for. A ender of careers. They knew this...but now..it didn't matter. There wasn't a career here that Johnny Storm couldn't end within a fraction of a second. He wasn't a loose canon like most would like to think. He was mythodical and very knowledgable about his opponents. He liked it. And he wanted it. There was no doubt about it. He was not deranged...he was having fun. Where's the excitement in accounting, or being the CEO of a company where everyone does everything for you. When you can do anything, why do you choose to fight for a perverbial 'living'. Because you have to prove that you are better at something than anyone else. Storm has always been one of the best. The difference between then and now. Now he is the best. Sonny Miavia just doesn't understand the fact that he's stepped in it. He honestly believes that it's not a fluke that he's allowed this match. It's not some sort of charity out reach for the pathetic of the GWA. The only way for him to be taught by Storm....is for him to be beaten by Storm. One comment in particular....from a song by Eve & Gwen Stefani says it all.::
Do I have to give you more, It's only been a year
I got my foot in the door, and I ain't going no where.
It took a while to get me here, and I'm going to take my time.
Don't fight that bull shit in yo ear, now let me blow ya mind.
(Eve & Gwen Stefani)
::Read into that what you want to boys. I think it's pretty God Damn Clear.::
THE END
NOT F*CKING LIKELY!!
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
JOHNNY STORM'S LA ESTATE
BEFORE THE MATCH WITH GOLIATH: 9:00p.m.
::Storm's mind races. The dream taking over his senses. He feels submerged...like he's drowning. But within what? The people against him, or himself. Storm's eyes suddenly open, and frantically he sits up out of the water that is almost deep enough to put him under water. The tide had risen with the changing of time. He had chased the person who had stolen his money out here, and that's all he could remember. His head throbbed, and he felt as if he had been struck by something. His mind was on fire as he thought about what happened. It felt like he had a dream...one that was in a haze. One that he couldn't figure out. One that he couldn't quite remember although it was on the tip of his tongue. Storm gets to his feet, and the salt water drips down his legs & chest...his clothes now drenched. He looks around him as if in confusion, and then slowly starts towards the steps leading up to the large house positioned over the beach. Storm's thoughts are completely cluttered.....but one thing was for sure....he had to face Goliath, and he had to win.::
JUNE 9th, 2001
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
JOHNNY STORM'S LA ESTATE
FINAL MOMENTS OF INSURRECTION: 10:56p.m.
Tyrone Tranza: MALICE IS OUT.....AND HE'S GOING AT IT WITH ALL THREE MEN AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP WAY!!
Kevin Gaines: OH MY GOD!! THEY ARE ALL TRYING TO GANG HIM, BUT THE BIG SONE OF A BTICH IS STILL FIGHTING BACK!! Now in the ring...Somehow Johnny Storm has turned the tide in the ring while we were paying attention to Malice. LOOK! OK...I DON'T AGREE WITH THIS, BUT IT'S A SMART MOVE!! J.J. IS UP ON THE RING APRON, AND HE'S GOT THE REF'S ATTENTION, HERE COMES SONNY MIAVIA CARRYING THAT DAMN SLEDGEHAMMER!! HE'S IN THE RING...JOHNNY STORM HAS GOLIATH UP, AND HERE COMES SONNY STEALTHILY BEHIND HIM!! SONNY RARES BACK, AND SWINGS!! STORM DUCKED IT!! STORM SAW IT COMING SOMEHOW!! THE HAMMER STRUCK GOLIATH RIGHT IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!! SONNY JUST DROPPED THE HAMMER, AND HAS A DUMBFOUNDED LOOK ON HIS FACE!! STORM BEHIND HIM NOW...LOOK OUT SONNY!!
Tyrone Tranza: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Johnny with a stiff shot to Sonny's back causing him to arch backwards...now hooks him around the chin & thigh...lifts up in a rack like position, AWWW YEAH!! FANTASTICATOR ON THAT SUCKAH!!
Kevin Gaines: That Suckah as you mentioned him is the new Maximus Champion, and he just laid out his own damn partner with a sledgehammer!! Storm shoves Sonny out of the ring who is out of it after the Fantasticator, and he's got the sledgehammer, and he's dropped it out of the ring like dirty evidence. Storm drops down on Goliath now, and the ref just turned around. He's down in position...1...2...3!! DAMN IT!! DAMN IT!! I KNOW SONNY WAS TRY....
::The tape is cut off before Kevin Gaines can finish the sentence he had stated that night. Storm muses to himself, as he leans back in his leather chair with ease. He grins from ear to ear thinking about the events of it all. How perfectly it all worked out.::
((They actually believed that I feared Goliath when I had Steven come out. We knew that Bad Influence wouldn't allow it. I knew they wouldn't allow it. The plan worked perfectly. Sonny Miavia, a bad influence member...steps into the ring...and hits Goliath right upside the head with a Sledgehammer. What's going through Goliath's head now....besides a great deal of pain. This is his team mate. The same team mate that now gets a chance at my title..where as Goliath probably thinks he deserves a rematch. Next time I won't base it all behind a plan. I'm just going to beat his ass myself. Just to shut him up, and put him in his place. Now of coarse, there's Sonny Miavia. He thinks that I care about what him & his Sledgehammer can do. Well....maybe he should worry more about what I can do without weapons, than what he can do with them. Sonny....Sonny....Sonny. It's quite sad, cause end the end you'll end up just like all the rest....))
Face Down
Ass Up
In A Pool Of Your Own F*cking Blood!!
::Johnny Storm muses a little more at his thoughts, and sits forwards now, looking over a few financial statements sent through E-mail by John Landau. Buisness as usual...that helpful 15 million dollars has put the Storm Corp back in buisness. It also was able to salvage the family home, which means alot to him despite what he would say about it. After a few more moments of reading, his thoughts finally come back around to what he had thought about all week. All last week as well for that matter. Scarlett Rayne Sengir. Where was she, and why? Boston was the only thing Storm knew about it. Boston was a large place, and although he was able to get his funds back on track......he coudln't afford to pay someone to make a sweep of the city. Storm twirls a pencil in his hand, finger tapping against the eraser. He looks outside to the sea, that seems to go on forever. Suddenly he angrily flings the pencil towards the door, causing it make a loud bouncing sound off of glass. Storm then brings his hand up to his face..covering his mouth, and rubbing his chin.....and then what comes next is completely unexpected. A tear. A solitary tear moves down his cheek, and he reaches up in wonder at the wet sensation moving out of his eyes. He then shakes his head, his eyes glossed over as if he's ready to burst into them. Then it happens. He does.::
JUNE 11th, 2001
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
THE LITTLE PAL PET STORE
GLADIATOR GREATNESS: 1:00p.m.
::Ross Bobby hurriedly moves through the LA traffic in his small rental car. He looks about himself, as people honk at him for cutting them off. He bobs & weaves between cars on the highway untill finally ending up at his exit, to which he fidgets with the wheel to get into that lane. Cutting off a line of traffic, that beeps wildly at him...he moves up the ramp, and takes a right at the end, heading towards "The Little Pal Pet Store". He wasn't sure why he was even going here, but..."Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm had called the GWA offices, and asked that a reporter be sent. Because of the chemistry...or lack there of between Ross & Storm....they sent him despite his doubts about the situation. A pet store? Nothing good could come of this.
Ross pulls into the parking lot of the pet store, and see's a baby blue '71 Camaro, with Dark Navy Blue interior. He pulls up beside the remarkable car, and puts his rental in park. He steps out of the drivers side door, and closes it behind him as he admires the smooth reflection of himself in the delicately polished hood. He keeps his eyes on the car as he starts towards the door. It was just breath taking. But with Ross..it was like every other time he came out on call for an interview......he was an idiot. The plate glass door buckles in under his nose, as he turns and runs right into it. He stumbles back, and holds his nose....but then he steps off the edge of the curb, causing his balance to be even more impared. He stumbles shakily backwards...and begins to fall despite the movement of his flailing arms. Just as he is about to slam into the hood of the beautiful Camaro, a strong grip catches him around the shirt, and brings him forward launching Ross through the air. He comes to a sudden stop against the brick wall of the building, and he holds his ribs as he slumps down. When he looks up he see's Johnny Storm looking over the hood of the car, and then towards Ross with angry eyes.::
Johnny Storm: What the hell is the matter with you Ross? Are you some sort of numb nut or something? JESUS!
Ross Bobby: Oh..I didn't mean anything by it. I got...and then....and it....and..and...and..
Johnny Storm: SAVE IT! Get inside this place with your equipment, so that I can get you as far away from me as possiable after it's done!
Ross Bobby: FINE!!
::Ross steps over to the passenger's side of his car, and opens the door. He rumages for a few minuetes, untill pulling a camera along with an old timey tape recorder out of the confines of the car. He starts towards the door to the pet store, where Storm had entered...and does so himself. He looks around the place, where he see's all sorts of animals & pet supplies. He then shakes his head. What did any of this have to do with a GWA Gladiator Title Match with Sonny Miavia. Ross follows the directions of one of the sales represenatives al lthe way to the back of the store, and then to the right where he see's Johnny Storm leaning against a large box that is closed up. Ross eyes the box, then Storm...but starts setting up his camera despite the fact his mind is wondering what the box is for. Storm stands there with the same expression of disgust as Ross finally gets ready, and sits down on a stool set up over in a corner.::
Ross Bobby: Well Fans, welcome once again to GWA Television....and here I am with "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. Now Mr. Storm...what do we owe this pleasure? You called us after all.
And..why here in a pet surplus store?
Johnny Storm: Well if you would shut the hell up Ross, I would tell you. Let's put it this way...after I get through with this..you will see how YOU and Sonny Miavia have a great deal in common.....so are you going to shut up?
Ross Bobby: Yeah..I'll shut up...I think maybe you nee...oh.
Johnny Storm: (looking at Ross in total lack of disrespect) Anything else?
Ross Bobby: (Shakes head no)..........
Johnny Storm: Good! Now that we got that cleared up...let's get to the point. Gladiator Championship match...Sonny Miavia without the Devine. You know, it's a good thing you dropped that last name cause it's deffinently not true here in the GWA. Basically since you've been back in the GWA you've run your mouth about two destinct things. Getting your unworthy hands on the Gladiator Title, and this stupid ass federation run by your resident fudge packer...J.J. and how you were the very first World Champion. Well this is what I ask you Sonny....it says that stips may be added later...well...how about this. You give me a title shot against J.J.'s title....or our title match is a non-title match. And I just beat your ass cause I can.
How do we do this you may ask. Well...you see..I hand you a contract brought up by my legal office, saying that this match is title for title. J.J. will sign on the dotted line..and I get the title. Make no mistake Sonny...agree to this...and I get the title. You leave with nothing! I will hold a belt that I don't give a shit about, plus the Gladiator Championship! I am the most Fantastic wrestler in this buisness. F*ck it...I am this Buisness! YOU ARE NOT MY CONCERN! You Sonny, are my bitch. That's right. My Bitch!
::Storm opens the container, and a dog stumbles out allowing a god awful smell. It was obvious that it was a female, and there is a terriable stench in the air making it even more obvious that she was in heat. The small dog looks up, and Ross Bobby begins to laugh loudly seeing where this was going. Storm looks over to a kennel where a dog barks wildly in anticipation...and Storm pulls the gate open. This...obviously being a male dog, takes off running, nearly tackeling the much smaller female....humping away at her.
Johnny Storm: (with a grin) Ahhh...Young love.
::Storm then starts to exit, and Ross follows behind him.....taking the camera so that it is now following Storm out of the building...and back to the baby blue Camaro. Storm leans against the hood, and looks back to the camera.::
Johnny Storm: You know...just like those two dogs in there Sonny..you are my bitch. And right now..you are in heat. You know when I screwed Goliath out of the Maximus Title the first time I thought you guys would get the fact that I don't care what it takes to beat your asses into the ground for the three count. Then the Gladiator Title match....what sweet poetry. NOT even I could have swung that Sledgehammer better Sonny. Yeah...I thought that maybe I would get tired of screwing you guys over....but you know...the more you come back for more, the happier I am to give it to you. You kind of remind me of some cock happy whores or something....and I'm the supply to your desires. If this is what you want Sonny....well....then prepare yourself for it. Cause it has become a reality.
You are my bitch Sonny! You are like no other bitch that I know. A bitch that doesn't even know it's a bitch. A bitch that will take it from any damned tramp out on the street. A bitch that will not win his match at Insurrection. A bitch that will lose his title. A bitch that never defeated me for that Maximus Title your parading around with. A bitch.....well...just a plain old bitch!
I could pretend Sonny. I could. I could pretend you matter to me. That you are going to pose a threat. I could pretend I need to cheat to win. I could pretend like I'm even worried about your ability. But there is none. No talent. No ability. Not a damn thing, but a ready amount of bitch. You bitched from the moment you came back to this fed. You bitched about being the Gladiator Champion. Well now I've given you the chance to do something about it. I've given you a chance to do something else besides bitch. I said Ok to Steven Fury when he asked me about this match...because I wanted to prove something. I wanted to allow you to prove something to yourself. What you may ask? That you really are....without a shadow of a doubt. Not worthy of this place...or that Maximus Title. But most importantly...you will find..inside. That you are....My Bitch! Do you think He'll get the message Ross? I know I have to repeat myself a few thousand times before you thick skulled moron's get it through your pea sized brains....that You just don't f*cking matter.
Everyone wants to believe this matters. Everyone wants to believe that you are getting something besides money out of this. I have money...I've never had that kind of greed...cause I don't have to. I am here for one reason. And that is to teach. It's what I'm paid to do. Teach. To teach a lesson to all of you. To teach you that you are not what you think. To teach you that just as soon as you think you are at your best, that I am still that much better. Every time a new face shows up, they say that I don't deserve this title. This great honor. They say that they can do this, and do that...but the reality just hasn't sunk in. That I am the best. I am deserving. And I am...the Champion.
Which brings me to Mike Van Pro. You seem to be confused...Johnny Blaze is no longer around. He didn't cut it. I'm the only one left. The only person in the GWA that matters. I carry this place on my back, so you lazy fucks have a place to wrestle. Not just any place, but a multi-million dollar arena. Raking in Multi-Billion Dollar revenues. Mike...I say any time, any where. You think I give a shit if I have to beat you to a bloody pulp, to get it across that you...just like Sonny......are my bitch. Every one of you in the GWA, are my bitches. If you people continue to test me....I will start pimping your asses out on the street just to make it clearer.
Sonny....You have been given what you asked for with basically no effort upon your part. You give me what I want, or you don't get the chance to prove you are fit to carry the Gladiator Champion. Simple as that. But make no mistake Sonny...either way you decide. You will get your ass beat by me. Cause I'm not out to hurt you, I'm out to end you. And just like have everyone else around here....I will prove why I am the lord of the dance, and I ain't talking that River Shit either!
Now Ross...get the hell away from my car.
::Ross gives Storm a different kind of look as Storm rounds around to the drivers side of the Camaro, and drops down into the drivers seat. He turns a key, and the engine ignites with a loud display of power...as Storm throws the gear shifter in reverse, and then in to first.....screaching away from where Ross stands on watching. Ross packs up his stuff quickly, and heads to his car. Ready to get back to the Staples Arena, where he can do some editing work.::
NO DATE
THE GREAT UNKNOWN
REDEMPTION'S CITADEL
SALVATION: NO TIME
::Redemption sits upon his obsidian throne, looking down over the gloomy faces surrounding him. Press sits over in a corner, holding the chain that Salvation once was attached too. He has it wrapped around his fist, and every once in awhile the end of the chain will drop causing a clanking sound. His thoughts are surrounding her. He looks up to the throne, where Redemption is staring right back at him. Press looks away now...in his mind he thinks he shouldn't have looked over in that direction at all. It isn't untill he hears the voice however, that he knows it.::
Redemption: You are worried about Salvation aren't you?
::Press now, knowing that Redemption speaks to him, stands up to his feet..and slowly approaches the throne. He bows down in front of Redemption in a symbolic kneeling type position, and then looks up half way in under his hair.::
Press: Yes Sire. I can not help it.....
Redemption: Of coarse not boy. Did you think that I would not see it? Did you not think that I knew this would happen inside you?
Press: What sire?
Redemption: Your Deception.
Press: Deception? What do you speak of M'lord?
::Redemption turns his blood red glowing eyes onto Press, and he knows that there is no escape from this place. His soul was sold for power. He got the power, the deal was fulfilled...however...he can not use it in the world. Only as the servant of Redemption could he have the power. This same servatude and power is used here in the Great Unknown. He had never felt it a mistake till now. He was a servant of God. He was helping fulfill the prophecy. Press then looks back to Redemption, and stands tall now.::
Press: I do not decieve you. You are still my master, and I your servant!
Redemption: (after delivering a very long sigh) Very well. If that's the way you wish to stay, you will fulfill this wish of mine. There are a band of humans moving about this earth acting as if they know what they are doing. I need you to go, and give them some direction. Show them your power, and deliver my message unto them. They must pass through the Great Unknown to get to where they must. In the end...they don't know they serve me, but that's never stopped me from using others before to get my means accomplished.
Press: Yes sire...anything!
Redemption: There is a place in San Francisco. That's where I need you to go. A home there contains one of our portals into the other demension. All you need to do is use your power to unlock the portal, and allow their band of men within... They will do the rest. If there is opposition....Kill them.
Press: (nods, and bows) Very well M'lord. What do I call these people?
Redemption: The left hand.....use your judgements, and you will find them easily.
::Press nods again, and of coarse drops to his knee to bow. He stands to his full height 6 foot 6, and takes off towards the seeing well. Redemption watches his exit from behind, and Press feels it all the way to the end of the hall untill he disappears behind the door.::
JUNE 11th, 2001
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
JOHNNY STORM'S ESTATE
PREMONITION: 9:01p.m.
::Johnny Storm moves in & out of the rooms anxiously, looking for some paper work that he had left on his desk the previous day. The paper work had to do with the confirmation numbers that only Johnny Storm knew for his bank back home at Charlotte. He finally finds the papers where he had hidden them away, and then he finds himself in the leathers seat...staring at the computer screen.
Everything he had told Ross Bobby & the GWA was true. Everyone was guilty at one point or another for trying to get a push off of Johnny Storm's name. Even the supposed greats. It didn't take Storm a very long time to get the gold because he laid in waiting...it was because the upper office ignored what he was used for. A ender of careers. They knew this...but now..it didn't matter. There wasn't a career here that Johnny Storm couldn't end within a fraction of a second. He wasn't a loose canon like most would like to think. He was mythodical and very knowledgable about his opponents. He liked it. And he wanted it. There was no doubt about it. He was not deranged...he was having fun. Where's the excitement in accounting, or being the CEO of a company where everyone does everything for you. When you can do anything, why do you choose to fight for a perverbial 'living'. Because you have to prove that you are better at something than anyone else. Storm has always been one of the best. The difference between then and now. Now he is the best. Sonny Miavia just doesn't understand the fact that he's stepped in it. He honestly believes that it's not a fluke that he's allowed this match. It's not some sort of charity out reach for the pathetic of the GWA. The only way for him to be taught by Storm....is for him to be beaten by Storm. One comment in particular....from a song by Eve & Gwen Stefani says it all.::
Do I have to give you more, It's only been a year
I got my foot in the door, and I ain't going no where.
It took a while to get me here, and I'm going to take my time.
Don't fight that bull shit in yo ear, now let me blow ya mind.
(Eve & Gwen Stefani)
::Read into that what you want to boys. I think it's pretty God Damn Clear.::
THE END
NOT F*CKING LIKELY!!