Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 7:04:03 GMT
JULY 4th 2001
LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK
THE LONG ISLAND BRANCH OF THE LEFT HAND
THE MIGHTY ARRIVE: 11:36p.m.
::Lightening cracks outside of the large Long Island Mansion of Dr. Montolive & The Left Hand. An organization constructed by himself to take part in the events dealing with the antichrist. Total destruction. The worlds end. The unleashing of the symbolic seed of Satan that will allow the pits of hell to be opened...and all to perish untill the time of Redemption. Better known as the Apocalypse, which in some languages means......Revelations. The final chapter of the bible. The final chapter of humanity as a whole. The final chapter...period. They have found him....Dermot Winterdawn. He is the antichrist placed on earth. The seed of Satan is held within him, and for it to awaken...Dermot Winterdawn the man must be destroyed. He must die. After death he will be brought back to life, and once again rome the earth...this time however he will not be the man Dermot Winterdawn. He will be Redemption...the ruler of The Great Unknown, and the true demon of the Antichrist. The one who will unleash the prophecy of the beast upon the world. However, in times such as these, how does one decipher which are the angels & the demons.
Leslie Peterson steps up to the front door of the mansion where an armed guard is supposed to be standing watch. However no one is in sight, and there is an eery storm outside that rolled in from the south. The weather had been awful in the past couple of days, and Leslie was hoping to be able to have at least one day without the wet substance that poured from the heavens. A loud boom of thunder causes the entire estate to convulse, and the old wood creeks loudly showing it's uncomfort with the situation outside. Leslie turns from the main doorway, and starts towards the long hall way leading to the rest of the massive house. However, before she can even make it back to the stairs, a mysterious sound begins to come from in under the front door where she had just been. Her eyes advert to the door, and then narrow as she starts back towards the large greeting room once again. She steps up to the door, and looks out of the window that is on either side of the door facing. Nothing. A crack of lightening dangerously close to the estate startles her, and fills the dark old house with light. She backs away...shaking her head at her own delusions. She had been at this home for months now...and she still found that when alone she could be easily spooked. She turns to walk away, but before she can even get her back completely to the door....a sudden knock at the door nearly causes her to jump right out of her skin. Her heart races as she whirls abruptly on the heel of her foot so that she now faces the large oak door. No one was there just a moment ago...coincedence? She had found that nothing ever was coincedence with The Left Hand involved. She slowly reaches for the ellegant door handle, and then pulls it to the left releasing the latch and allowing it to slowly creek backwards into the house....She peers out from the lit hallway, and the rain splashes up onto the front area that is covered with a dome type roof. Total blackness swallows her imagination as she looks out into the dank dark sky. Then suddenly, and without warning...a rather large figure wearing a dark black trench coat, and long golden brown hair steps out of no where...causing Leslie to totally lose her wits, and allow a slight yelp. She backs away quickly, as the much larger man starts into the front doorway. His eyes are very dark, darker than any she had ever seen. He gazed upon her causing her heart to burn, and she looked away so as to take away the pain. But somehow...he was able to see through her. He stepped in...closing the door behind himself. She was totally mesmerized. Mesmerized so much, that she didn't even remember Left Hand protocal when it came to uninvited guests. The thought came to mind when she looked up, and saw his prying eyes still staring at her in a questioning type demeanor.::
Leslie Peterson: Um...may I help you?
Mysterious Man: I am here to speak with Dr. Montolove.
::Leslie Peterson seems to be half way taken aback by the quick response of the founding father of the Left Hand's name upon the strangers tongue. Not many people knew of him anymore...and those that did...were either dead, or about to be. Leslie then remembers that the man had spoken directly to her...and it was her turn to speak. She eyed him for a few moments, and then took a few steps back.::
Leslie Peterson: Who are you to the Doctor?
Mysterious Man: I'm a friend...
Leslie Peterson: Well...that's impossiable.
Mysterious Man: And why do you say that?
Leslie Peterson: Because I have met all of the Doctor's friends, or at least read their file. I have never read your file. I would remember a character like you.
Mysterious Man: (in a totally unoffended mannor) Am I that unappealing to the eye?
Leslie Peterson: Oh...um...no sir. I'm sorry. So how do you know the Doctor?
Mysterious Man: Um..(stops as if in thought, then comes back to the here and now) You could say we are in the same profession.
Leslie Peterson: So then you are a doctor too?
Mysterious Man: Not exactly. I was talking about on a religious aspect.
::Leslie Peterson nods in understanding, but now more than ever questions who this new comer is. She knows that he's not telling her something...but it's been a known rule at the Left Hand....that you do not always lead on that you are in mistrust of someone. Lure them if nothing else....into a web. And once they are caught within this web...release the spiders. Leslie smiles, and waves for him to follow her deeper within the house. She starts straight for the main sitting room. She knew that Joshua Tsabo, Dr. Montolive's apprentice & her fiance would be there..if not Dermot himself. Finally they could get to the bottom of all of this. The walk is a short one, and she leads the man into the room..and sure enough...there sits Dermot Winterdawn(The Antichrist), Joshua Tsabo, and Andrew Kensing(the Head of Security at the Long Island house of the Left Hand). Their attention was upon simple matters of discussion, however upon the mysterious man's appearance...their attentions are focused completely upon him. He stands tall thinks the entire group although no one actually says it. Dermot stands with a questioning look upon his face, and then folds his arms.::
Dermot Winterdawn: Who is the big guy?
Leslie Peterson: Evidently gentlemen, he is a friend of the doctor's....if you know what I mean.
::Everyone now in the room seems suddenly on end, and Dermot takes a few steps closer to the large man. Joshua gives Andrew a look, and before anyone can see...he has already pressed in a hidden button on his person...that bring immediate armed services to where ever the button is at the time. Then Andrew & Joshua both stand up themselves, and turn to the stranger. The large man gives a half amused smile, and looks down on Dermot who seems dwarfed by the 6 foot 8, 365 pound man. Dermot doesn't seem to take to kindly to the smirk. The man pays him no mind, and looks for the young lady who had brought him into this hostile room of yong men...but soon realizes, that she has abandoned him. Clever Girl.::
Dermot Winterdawn: What seem's to be amusing friend?
Mysterious Man: Life in general young Dermot.
Dermot Winterdawn: (in a suprised, but even more hostile mannor) How do you know my name?
::The Mysterious Man lets out a loud scoff, and shoves past Dermot to step further into the room. Andrew looks to Joshua with a concerned expression, and Dermot just looks at both of them as if in awe that his man had the audacity to do such a thing in his own home. The large man stops close to the exit, and looks upwards to where a balcony over hangs from the second floor of the massive house. Suddenly and without warning however, the door near his position explodes open, and 5 men dressed in black jump suits, and bullet proof vests hurry into the room carrying special issue Soviet-Mustang Mar 4 Assault Rifles. Within moments, the men have their guns pointed at the large man and ready to open fire at the word of Andrew Kensing. The large man continues to muse, and he turns slowly to the three main men in the room who watch on in wonder. Dermot with more contempt than anything else. Joshua finally decides that he want's real answers, and steps a few feet closer..but not enough to put himself in arms reach.::
Joshua Tsabo: Now stranger.....who are you? I don't think you have the luxurey of telling a lie...so lets start with the truth. What do you want with Dr. Montolive?
Mysterious Man: The truth boy..it is none of your concern what I want the F*cking Doctor for. All that you need to know, is that you will take me to him...or you will all die. (looking to Dermot with a half smile) You sooner than you think young one.
::Dermot angrily starts forwards, but Andrew catches him by the arm jerking him back away from the firearms. Dermot exchanges a hateful glance with Andrew, and then turns back to the large stranger who had made what seemed to be an idol threat.::
Joshua Tsabo: Listen Stranger...we don't give many second chances around here. You have about ten seconds to tell us who you are, and why you are here.....or I will be forced to have our men open fire.
Mysterious Man: (shaking his head, he looks to Joshua with a smirk) If that's what it takes...then do so. But while I'm at it...you can call me Press...servant of Redemption.
Joshua Tsabo: Redemption? Who...or what....what do you speak of? Why do you continue to run around this...do you want to die.
Press: (with another smirk upon his face, he gives one of the guards a look...and then a wink) Every day of my life kid.
::Suddenly the Press becomes animate, and Andrew screams loudly for the men to open fire. It doesn't take the trigger happy mercenaries long to comply, as they pump round after round into the large man. Yet he doesn't go down. The machine gun type rucas eat at his clothing, but he stands there absorbing the bullets as if they have no effect. They bounce and fall to the ground...sometimes even ricocheting off of him and into a nearby wall. Slowly but surely each clip is unloaded, untill the only sound made out of all five autamatic assault rifles is.....Click Click Click of an empty chamber. Now with a huge grin upon his face, the Press stands to his full height, and shakes as if he were a dog just drenched in water. As he does so however, the bulletts stuck on or in his body fall to the ground like rain drops after being caught in the rain. He then looks up to the five soldiers who look on in complete awe.::
Press: My turn.
::Before anything can be done or said, Press suddenly lunges forward, throwing his fist forward in a devestating straight forward punch to the nearest gaurd. The three men on the other end of the room who felt so imortant a few moments ago watch on in horror, as the mercenarie's head comes clear off of his shoulders...and rolls past the other men followed by only a trail of blood. The snarl on the Large Man's face is one of anamalistic rage, as he reaches out and catches two of the men by the throat, and squeezes so hard that their eye balls litterally begin to bulge out of their heads...and the orfaces that the soft tissue resides in begin to bleed. Finally...like a head in a vice....a squishing sound is heard, as the two men fall back down to the ground.....a whole in their throats......and their laranax's in Press' hands along with a good bit of their blood that also pours out onto the floor. The one closest to the door is able to escape quickly, and as the fourth tries his best to make it....he is caught by the hair of his head....jerking his scalp completely free of his skull. The whip lash alone is enough to take him down to the ground, but the pain is another issue. Press reaches down, putting his finger tips upon the exposed flesh, and palming the surface of his skull like a basketball. He pulls upwards, jerking the guy up along with him.....and as Andrew Kensing feels his own lunch begin to come up.....the large man pushes his fingers with an unmeasured force, causing his fingertips to break through the skull and enter the man's brain...leaving him somewhat alive..but comatose. The large man then smiles softly, and turns to face the three men on the other side of the room. Blood drips from his hands, and stain his clothes...but he doesn't seem to mind it that much. Joshua Tsabo looks on in complete disgust, and something else.....fear.::
Joshua Tsabo: What is it that you want here?
Press: I am here to speak with your Dr....and then.....lead you into The Great Unknown.
Dermot Winterdawn: (in a fit of rage) LIKE HELL YOU WILL DO WHAT YOU JUST DID TO DR. MONTOLIVE!!!
::Dermot lunges towards the Press angrily, but he never even loses his calm demeanor. Dermot approaches with lightening speed, but when his right fist reaches the large man's jaw...Dermot falls backwards holding his fist in pain. It felt like every bone in his right hand has been shattered. He scoots backwards on his rear by use of his legs, as Press looks down upon him in disgust. He then looks to Joshua with a menacing look.::
Mysterious Man: You had better be glad that I can ill afford to lose him..(points to Dermot.) Just as you can't. So why don't you bring the Dr. to me...so that we can discuss our buisness.
::Joshua looks on at the large man now called Press in awe, but feels that there may be no other alternative than to do what he wants. Suddenly...an older man thunders into the room, and looks about. Press reckognizes him instantly as the man that he seeks. Dr. Montolive looks to him in wonder however, and appears to not know him from adam. Press smiles at this, and then opens his blood filled hand towards the Dr.'s. Montolive just stares at the hand in disgust, and then looks back to Press.::
Dr. Montolive: What is the meaning of all of this? I demand answers!
Press: There's only room for one demand around here good Doctor...and that is Redemptions!
::Dr. Montolive's face grows completely pale. Dermot watches on, as does the rest of them...as Scarlett Rayne Sengir enters the room where they are now seeming a bit out of it. Probably asleep after her journey from boston with Dermot(See Scarlett Rayne Sengir's RP for further explenations). Press' attention suddenly moves from the Dr.'s to her. His eyes grow wide, as he starts towards her with hostile intentions.::
Press: WHO LET THIS BITCH IN THIS HOUSE! SHE HAS THE STINCH OF JOHNNY STORM ALL OVER HER...AND YOU ALLOW HER KIND WITHIN THESE HALLS!!
::Scarlett is completely taken aback by the large man's presence and sudden outburst towards her. Dermot throws himself out in frong of her, with a determined & protective look on his face. Press comes centimeters from running him over to get to her...but before anything else can happen, the Dr. grabs Press by the arm. Press snaps on the Dr....who then bows humbily.::
Dr. Montolive: I'm sorry M'lord. We should speak in private...yes?
::Press flares his nose, and hell fire seems to burn in his eyes as he looks to Scarlett...but he eventually nods, and allows Dr. Montolive to lead him off into another direction of the house. Dermot turns to Scarlett with a concerned look...however she is now awake, and ready for action against her attacker. Andrew & Joshua simply exchange a glance with each other of worry. Leslie Peterson then finally reappears from the far doorway. She looks around, and then to a few of the guards, and she curls her nose to the sight of it all...then looks towards everyone who still seems to be shaken up by the unexpectedly powerful visitor.::
Leslie Peterson: Hey..I heard gun fire...is he not dead yet?
::Everyone in the room that was present for the display of power let out a slight grunt at the question, and Leslie just looks around the now shattered room with question. Slowly everyone disolves from the room, and Dr. Montolive & Press discuss the buisness of the Dark Angel, Redemption.::
JULY 5th, 2001
PHOENIX, ARIZONA
THE AMBASSADOR INN
PENTHOUSE SUITE: 12:52p.m.
:: Johnny Storm holds the Colt Python in the palm of his hand, and he wonders "what if? What if I just took this gun, and held it up to my tempel....pulled the trigger....and fell limply to the floor?" The thought had crossed his mind on more than one occasion. It's something however that Johnny Storm never could bring himself to do. No matter how much the times were not on his side....he couldn't see himself as the one who quit. The one who gave up before his time just because he couldn't cut it. Several people had done it before him..but not Johnny Storm. Not Mr. Fantastic. The Gladiator Champion. The top talent inside of the Gladiator Wrestling Association. Yet here he was..holding one of the most powerful hand guns in the world in his hand. He slid his hands across the shiney chrome, pushing the safety off with a slip of his finger. He takes the revolver, and opens it so as to load the mechanisim of destruction. He takes a single hollow tip point bullet, and slides it into one of the holding chambers. He then snaps the revolver back into the gun, and smiles softly as he spins the revolver untill it stops...only god knows into what loading chamber. Johnny Storm cocks the hammer back, and then...with a sudden burst of adrenaline, holds the gun up to his tempel, and with a steadiness that should be scary...closes his eyes and pulls the trigger. The hammer slams down onto the chamber..and it is obvious to Johnny Storm that it was empty considering he wasn't in a pool of his own blood in the floor. Storm opens the revolver, and pulls out the solitary bullet....and places both it & the gun on the table in front of him.
He leans back in his couch rubbing his eyes from the insomnia that he has been recieving here recently. He didn't want to sleep though. It seemed like everytime he got to the point of really sleeping, he was always interrupted by some dream of some far off place...and it always included her. Scarlett Rayne Sengir. What had this woman done to him? She was always on his mind, and he was finding it more & more difficult to keep his mind on his job. HIs life. The first true love to Johnny Storm. And that was Professional Wrestling. The Gladiator Wrestling Association to be exact. He was the number one man around the area.....but now...he saw what was going on. Jim "The Icon" Daher had been given a spot beside him because of a personal vendetta against Ryosuke Mitsurugi. Hell...the knowledge of Jim Daher as your tag team partner alone could drive a man to try and kill himself. They put John Lindsey along with Ryosuke Mitsurugi.....because John stuck his nose in Storm's personal buisness at "To The Max". The Pay Per View wouldn't have been half what it was if not for Johnny Storm's surprise appearance. Ryosuke Mitsurugi had made a mistake in judgement & character. He had tried to embarace the top brass of the GWA...and he had tried to prove a point, that quite honestly....Ryosuke Mitsurugi couldn't back up if he wanted too. He tried buck up to Johnny Storm. Now taking into consideration that Ryo was only a kid...straight out of his mom's curstatious pussy....and he still didn't have what it took to take on the skills of the Gladiator Champion..who at the time was the Maximus Champion. A championship that he never really lost. So keeping all that in mind...Storm allowed the kid some slack. Unfortunately, the kid couldn't keep his nose clean enough for Storm's liking. It was a known fact, that Storm didn't like to be challenged, and if he could get to someone first...thats exactly what he would do. There was a rumor going around that that's exactly what Ryosuke Mitsurugi had planned for the evening of "To The Max" and that is exactly the reason that Johnny Storm attacked him. Little did Storm know, however, that the kid had been practicing. Because unlike last time they had had a little face off...the kid was actually good this go around. This..did not help situations for Storm. This only made him angrier. The kid was trying to push him around. That was not done. You don't push around Johnny Storm. Why? Because usually he can push harder, and it's something that people just can't handle. Such as a watery drenched Stephanie Conner & a tasor. Or has everyone forgotten the most brutal attack in the history of the Gladiator Wrestling Association. Well...that was the most brutal...untill we saw Ryosuke Mitsorugui crucify Jim Daher. Who could blame the kid...Jim Daher is just another cock sucker who uses Johnny Storm's name anytime he can get away with it. He and his Brotherhood of Vengeance were always on the verge of stepping over the bounds of wrestler to fan. But...this didn't change the fact that Ryosuke Mitsurugi changed history. He will go down in history with the most brutal attack in the GWA instead of Storm...and you have to know..that this burnt the champion up inside.
Who was Ryosuke Mitsurugi? Better yet, Who was Ryosuke Mitsurugi to try and waltz into this federation and take over in such a short span. Where had he paid his dues to the company? Storm has been here for awhile.....fighting the likes of Chris Damm & Reina Saiaki....even the incomparable Steven Fury before he became the President. Ryosuke's greatest achievement is a TLC defeat over Chris Damm? And he was in line for a Gladiator Title Shot? Pathetic. He has actually become the best this fed had to offer...and now....Storm was going to do what he always did. Stand toe to toe with the person who thought they were the best...untill they step into the ring with him. It was time for Johnny Storm to give Ryosuke a wrestling lesson. It was time to take the boy to school....and show him why this is the Federation that Fantastic Built!::
LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK
THE LONG ISLAND BRANCH OF THE LEFT HAND
THE MIGHTY ARRIVE: 11:36p.m.
::Lightening cracks outside of the large Long Island Mansion of Dr. Montolive & The Left Hand. An organization constructed by himself to take part in the events dealing with the antichrist. Total destruction. The worlds end. The unleashing of the symbolic seed of Satan that will allow the pits of hell to be opened...and all to perish untill the time of Redemption. Better known as the Apocalypse, which in some languages means......Revelations. The final chapter of the bible. The final chapter of humanity as a whole. The final chapter...period. They have found him....Dermot Winterdawn. He is the antichrist placed on earth. The seed of Satan is held within him, and for it to awaken...Dermot Winterdawn the man must be destroyed. He must die. After death he will be brought back to life, and once again rome the earth...this time however he will not be the man Dermot Winterdawn. He will be Redemption...the ruler of The Great Unknown, and the true demon of the Antichrist. The one who will unleash the prophecy of the beast upon the world. However, in times such as these, how does one decipher which are the angels & the demons.
Leslie Peterson steps up to the front door of the mansion where an armed guard is supposed to be standing watch. However no one is in sight, and there is an eery storm outside that rolled in from the south. The weather had been awful in the past couple of days, and Leslie was hoping to be able to have at least one day without the wet substance that poured from the heavens. A loud boom of thunder causes the entire estate to convulse, and the old wood creeks loudly showing it's uncomfort with the situation outside. Leslie turns from the main doorway, and starts towards the long hall way leading to the rest of the massive house. However, before she can even make it back to the stairs, a mysterious sound begins to come from in under the front door where she had just been. Her eyes advert to the door, and then narrow as she starts back towards the large greeting room once again. She steps up to the door, and looks out of the window that is on either side of the door facing. Nothing. A crack of lightening dangerously close to the estate startles her, and fills the dark old house with light. She backs away...shaking her head at her own delusions. She had been at this home for months now...and she still found that when alone she could be easily spooked. She turns to walk away, but before she can even get her back completely to the door....a sudden knock at the door nearly causes her to jump right out of her skin. Her heart races as she whirls abruptly on the heel of her foot so that she now faces the large oak door. No one was there just a moment ago...coincedence? She had found that nothing ever was coincedence with The Left Hand involved. She slowly reaches for the ellegant door handle, and then pulls it to the left releasing the latch and allowing it to slowly creek backwards into the house....She peers out from the lit hallway, and the rain splashes up onto the front area that is covered with a dome type roof. Total blackness swallows her imagination as she looks out into the dank dark sky. Then suddenly, and without warning...a rather large figure wearing a dark black trench coat, and long golden brown hair steps out of no where...causing Leslie to totally lose her wits, and allow a slight yelp. She backs away quickly, as the much larger man starts into the front doorway. His eyes are very dark, darker than any she had ever seen. He gazed upon her causing her heart to burn, and she looked away so as to take away the pain. But somehow...he was able to see through her. He stepped in...closing the door behind himself. She was totally mesmerized. Mesmerized so much, that she didn't even remember Left Hand protocal when it came to uninvited guests. The thought came to mind when she looked up, and saw his prying eyes still staring at her in a questioning type demeanor.::
Leslie Peterson: Um...may I help you?
Mysterious Man: I am here to speak with Dr. Montolove.
::Leslie Peterson seems to be half way taken aback by the quick response of the founding father of the Left Hand's name upon the strangers tongue. Not many people knew of him anymore...and those that did...were either dead, or about to be. Leslie then remembers that the man had spoken directly to her...and it was her turn to speak. She eyed him for a few moments, and then took a few steps back.::
Leslie Peterson: Who are you to the Doctor?
Mysterious Man: I'm a friend...
Leslie Peterson: Well...that's impossiable.
Mysterious Man: And why do you say that?
Leslie Peterson: Because I have met all of the Doctor's friends, or at least read their file. I have never read your file. I would remember a character like you.
Mysterious Man: (in a totally unoffended mannor) Am I that unappealing to the eye?
Leslie Peterson: Oh...um...no sir. I'm sorry. So how do you know the Doctor?
Mysterious Man: Um..(stops as if in thought, then comes back to the here and now) You could say we are in the same profession.
Leslie Peterson: So then you are a doctor too?
Mysterious Man: Not exactly. I was talking about on a religious aspect.
::Leslie Peterson nods in understanding, but now more than ever questions who this new comer is. She knows that he's not telling her something...but it's been a known rule at the Left Hand....that you do not always lead on that you are in mistrust of someone. Lure them if nothing else....into a web. And once they are caught within this web...release the spiders. Leslie smiles, and waves for him to follow her deeper within the house. She starts straight for the main sitting room. She knew that Joshua Tsabo, Dr. Montolive's apprentice & her fiance would be there..if not Dermot himself. Finally they could get to the bottom of all of this. The walk is a short one, and she leads the man into the room..and sure enough...there sits Dermot Winterdawn(The Antichrist), Joshua Tsabo, and Andrew Kensing(the Head of Security at the Long Island house of the Left Hand). Their attention was upon simple matters of discussion, however upon the mysterious man's appearance...their attentions are focused completely upon him. He stands tall thinks the entire group although no one actually says it. Dermot stands with a questioning look upon his face, and then folds his arms.::
Dermot Winterdawn: Who is the big guy?
Leslie Peterson: Evidently gentlemen, he is a friend of the doctor's....if you know what I mean.
::Everyone now in the room seems suddenly on end, and Dermot takes a few steps closer to the large man. Joshua gives Andrew a look, and before anyone can see...he has already pressed in a hidden button on his person...that bring immediate armed services to where ever the button is at the time. Then Andrew & Joshua both stand up themselves, and turn to the stranger. The large man gives a half amused smile, and looks down on Dermot who seems dwarfed by the 6 foot 8, 365 pound man. Dermot doesn't seem to take to kindly to the smirk. The man pays him no mind, and looks for the young lady who had brought him into this hostile room of yong men...but soon realizes, that she has abandoned him. Clever Girl.::
Dermot Winterdawn: What seem's to be amusing friend?
Mysterious Man: Life in general young Dermot.
Dermot Winterdawn: (in a suprised, but even more hostile mannor) How do you know my name?
::The Mysterious Man lets out a loud scoff, and shoves past Dermot to step further into the room. Andrew looks to Joshua with a concerned expression, and Dermot just looks at both of them as if in awe that his man had the audacity to do such a thing in his own home. The large man stops close to the exit, and looks upwards to where a balcony over hangs from the second floor of the massive house. Suddenly and without warning however, the door near his position explodes open, and 5 men dressed in black jump suits, and bullet proof vests hurry into the room carrying special issue Soviet-Mustang Mar 4 Assault Rifles. Within moments, the men have their guns pointed at the large man and ready to open fire at the word of Andrew Kensing. The large man continues to muse, and he turns slowly to the three main men in the room who watch on in wonder. Dermot with more contempt than anything else. Joshua finally decides that he want's real answers, and steps a few feet closer..but not enough to put himself in arms reach.::
Joshua Tsabo: Now stranger.....who are you? I don't think you have the luxurey of telling a lie...so lets start with the truth. What do you want with Dr. Montolive?
Mysterious Man: The truth boy..it is none of your concern what I want the F*cking Doctor for. All that you need to know, is that you will take me to him...or you will all die. (looking to Dermot with a half smile) You sooner than you think young one.
::Dermot angrily starts forwards, but Andrew catches him by the arm jerking him back away from the firearms. Dermot exchanges a hateful glance with Andrew, and then turns back to the large stranger who had made what seemed to be an idol threat.::
Joshua Tsabo: Listen Stranger...we don't give many second chances around here. You have about ten seconds to tell us who you are, and why you are here.....or I will be forced to have our men open fire.
Mysterious Man: (shaking his head, he looks to Joshua with a smirk) If that's what it takes...then do so. But while I'm at it...you can call me Press...servant of Redemption.
Joshua Tsabo: Redemption? Who...or what....what do you speak of? Why do you continue to run around this...do you want to die.
Press: (with another smirk upon his face, he gives one of the guards a look...and then a wink) Every day of my life kid.
::Suddenly the Press becomes animate, and Andrew screams loudly for the men to open fire. It doesn't take the trigger happy mercenaries long to comply, as they pump round after round into the large man. Yet he doesn't go down. The machine gun type rucas eat at his clothing, but he stands there absorbing the bullets as if they have no effect. They bounce and fall to the ground...sometimes even ricocheting off of him and into a nearby wall. Slowly but surely each clip is unloaded, untill the only sound made out of all five autamatic assault rifles is.....Click Click Click of an empty chamber. Now with a huge grin upon his face, the Press stands to his full height, and shakes as if he were a dog just drenched in water. As he does so however, the bulletts stuck on or in his body fall to the ground like rain drops after being caught in the rain. He then looks up to the five soldiers who look on in complete awe.::
Press: My turn.
::Before anything can be done or said, Press suddenly lunges forward, throwing his fist forward in a devestating straight forward punch to the nearest gaurd. The three men on the other end of the room who felt so imortant a few moments ago watch on in horror, as the mercenarie's head comes clear off of his shoulders...and rolls past the other men followed by only a trail of blood. The snarl on the Large Man's face is one of anamalistic rage, as he reaches out and catches two of the men by the throat, and squeezes so hard that their eye balls litterally begin to bulge out of their heads...and the orfaces that the soft tissue resides in begin to bleed. Finally...like a head in a vice....a squishing sound is heard, as the two men fall back down to the ground.....a whole in their throats......and their laranax's in Press' hands along with a good bit of their blood that also pours out onto the floor. The one closest to the door is able to escape quickly, and as the fourth tries his best to make it....he is caught by the hair of his head....jerking his scalp completely free of his skull. The whip lash alone is enough to take him down to the ground, but the pain is another issue. Press reaches down, putting his finger tips upon the exposed flesh, and palming the surface of his skull like a basketball. He pulls upwards, jerking the guy up along with him.....and as Andrew Kensing feels his own lunch begin to come up.....the large man pushes his fingers with an unmeasured force, causing his fingertips to break through the skull and enter the man's brain...leaving him somewhat alive..but comatose. The large man then smiles softly, and turns to face the three men on the other side of the room. Blood drips from his hands, and stain his clothes...but he doesn't seem to mind it that much. Joshua Tsabo looks on in complete disgust, and something else.....fear.::
Joshua Tsabo: What is it that you want here?
Press: I am here to speak with your Dr....and then.....lead you into The Great Unknown.
Dermot Winterdawn: (in a fit of rage) LIKE HELL YOU WILL DO WHAT YOU JUST DID TO DR. MONTOLIVE!!!
::Dermot lunges towards the Press angrily, but he never even loses his calm demeanor. Dermot approaches with lightening speed, but when his right fist reaches the large man's jaw...Dermot falls backwards holding his fist in pain. It felt like every bone in his right hand has been shattered. He scoots backwards on his rear by use of his legs, as Press looks down upon him in disgust. He then looks to Joshua with a menacing look.::
Mysterious Man: You had better be glad that I can ill afford to lose him..(points to Dermot.) Just as you can't. So why don't you bring the Dr. to me...so that we can discuss our buisness.
::Joshua looks on at the large man now called Press in awe, but feels that there may be no other alternative than to do what he wants. Suddenly...an older man thunders into the room, and looks about. Press reckognizes him instantly as the man that he seeks. Dr. Montolive looks to him in wonder however, and appears to not know him from adam. Press smiles at this, and then opens his blood filled hand towards the Dr.'s. Montolive just stares at the hand in disgust, and then looks back to Press.::
Dr. Montolive: What is the meaning of all of this? I demand answers!
Press: There's only room for one demand around here good Doctor...and that is Redemptions!
::Dr. Montolive's face grows completely pale. Dermot watches on, as does the rest of them...as Scarlett Rayne Sengir enters the room where they are now seeming a bit out of it. Probably asleep after her journey from boston with Dermot(See Scarlett Rayne Sengir's RP for further explenations). Press' attention suddenly moves from the Dr.'s to her. His eyes grow wide, as he starts towards her with hostile intentions.::
Press: WHO LET THIS BITCH IN THIS HOUSE! SHE HAS THE STINCH OF JOHNNY STORM ALL OVER HER...AND YOU ALLOW HER KIND WITHIN THESE HALLS!!
::Scarlett is completely taken aback by the large man's presence and sudden outburst towards her. Dermot throws himself out in frong of her, with a determined & protective look on his face. Press comes centimeters from running him over to get to her...but before anything else can happen, the Dr. grabs Press by the arm. Press snaps on the Dr....who then bows humbily.::
Dr. Montolive: I'm sorry M'lord. We should speak in private...yes?
::Press flares his nose, and hell fire seems to burn in his eyes as he looks to Scarlett...but he eventually nods, and allows Dr. Montolive to lead him off into another direction of the house. Dermot turns to Scarlett with a concerned look...however she is now awake, and ready for action against her attacker. Andrew & Joshua simply exchange a glance with each other of worry. Leslie Peterson then finally reappears from the far doorway. She looks around, and then to a few of the guards, and she curls her nose to the sight of it all...then looks towards everyone who still seems to be shaken up by the unexpectedly powerful visitor.::
Leslie Peterson: Hey..I heard gun fire...is he not dead yet?
::Everyone in the room that was present for the display of power let out a slight grunt at the question, and Leslie just looks around the now shattered room with question. Slowly everyone disolves from the room, and Dr. Montolive & Press discuss the buisness of the Dark Angel, Redemption.::
JULY 5th, 2001
PHOENIX, ARIZONA
THE AMBASSADOR INN
PENTHOUSE SUITE: 12:52p.m.
:: Johnny Storm holds the Colt Python in the palm of his hand, and he wonders "what if? What if I just took this gun, and held it up to my tempel....pulled the trigger....and fell limply to the floor?" The thought had crossed his mind on more than one occasion. It's something however that Johnny Storm never could bring himself to do. No matter how much the times were not on his side....he couldn't see himself as the one who quit. The one who gave up before his time just because he couldn't cut it. Several people had done it before him..but not Johnny Storm. Not Mr. Fantastic. The Gladiator Champion. The top talent inside of the Gladiator Wrestling Association. Yet here he was..holding one of the most powerful hand guns in the world in his hand. He slid his hands across the shiney chrome, pushing the safety off with a slip of his finger. He takes the revolver, and opens it so as to load the mechanisim of destruction. He takes a single hollow tip point bullet, and slides it into one of the holding chambers. He then snaps the revolver back into the gun, and smiles softly as he spins the revolver untill it stops...only god knows into what loading chamber. Johnny Storm cocks the hammer back, and then...with a sudden burst of adrenaline, holds the gun up to his tempel, and with a steadiness that should be scary...closes his eyes and pulls the trigger. The hammer slams down onto the chamber..and it is obvious to Johnny Storm that it was empty considering he wasn't in a pool of his own blood in the floor. Storm opens the revolver, and pulls out the solitary bullet....and places both it & the gun on the table in front of him.
He leans back in his couch rubbing his eyes from the insomnia that he has been recieving here recently. He didn't want to sleep though. It seemed like everytime he got to the point of really sleeping, he was always interrupted by some dream of some far off place...and it always included her. Scarlett Rayne Sengir. What had this woman done to him? She was always on his mind, and he was finding it more & more difficult to keep his mind on his job. HIs life. The first true love to Johnny Storm. And that was Professional Wrestling. The Gladiator Wrestling Association to be exact. He was the number one man around the area.....but now...he saw what was going on. Jim "The Icon" Daher had been given a spot beside him because of a personal vendetta against Ryosuke Mitsurugi. Hell...the knowledge of Jim Daher as your tag team partner alone could drive a man to try and kill himself. They put John Lindsey along with Ryosuke Mitsurugi.....because John stuck his nose in Storm's personal buisness at "To The Max". The Pay Per View wouldn't have been half what it was if not for Johnny Storm's surprise appearance. Ryosuke Mitsurugi had made a mistake in judgement & character. He had tried to embarace the top brass of the GWA...and he had tried to prove a point, that quite honestly....Ryosuke Mitsurugi couldn't back up if he wanted too. He tried buck up to Johnny Storm. Now taking into consideration that Ryo was only a kid...straight out of his mom's curstatious pussy....and he still didn't have what it took to take on the skills of the Gladiator Champion..who at the time was the Maximus Champion. A championship that he never really lost. So keeping all that in mind...Storm allowed the kid some slack. Unfortunately, the kid couldn't keep his nose clean enough for Storm's liking. It was a known fact, that Storm didn't like to be challenged, and if he could get to someone first...thats exactly what he would do. There was a rumor going around that that's exactly what Ryosuke Mitsurugi had planned for the evening of "To The Max" and that is exactly the reason that Johnny Storm attacked him. Little did Storm know, however, that the kid had been practicing. Because unlike last time they had had a little face off...the kid was actually good this go around. This..did not help situations for Storm. This only made him angrier. The kid was trying to push him around. That was not done. You don't push around Johnny Storm. Why? Because usually he can push harder, and it's something that people just can't handle. Such as a watery drenched Stephanie Conner & a tasor. Or has everyone forgotten the most brutal attack in the history of the Gladiator Wrestling Association. Well...that was the most brutal...untill we saw Ryosuke Mitsorugui crucify Jim Daher. Who could blame the kid...Jim Daher is just another cock sucker who uses Johnny Storm's name anytime he can get away with it. He and his Brotherhood of Vengeance were always on the verge of stepping over the bounds of wrestler to fan. But...this didn't change the fact that Ryosuke Mitsurugi changed history. He will go down in history with the most brutal attack in the GWA instead of Storm...and you have to know..that this burnt the champion up inside.
Who was Ryosuke Mitsurugi? Better yet, Who was Ryosuke Mitsurugi to try and waltz into this federation and take over in such a short span. Where had he paid his dues to the company? Storm has been here for awhile.....fighting the likes of Chris Damm & Reina Saiaki....even the incomparable Steven Fury before he became the President. Ryosuke's greatest achievement is a TLC defeat over Chris Damm? And he was in line for a Gladiator Title Shot? Pathetic. He has actually become the best this fed had to offer...and now....Storm was going to do what he always did. Stand toe to toe with the person who thought they were the best...untill they step into the ring with him. It was time for Johnny Storm to give Ryosuke a wrestling lesson. It was time to take the boy to school....and show him why this is the Federation that Fantastic Built!::