Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 7:07:50 GMT
JULY 7th, 2001
PHOENIX, ARIZONA
THE AMBASSADOR INN
PENTHOUSE SUITE: 1:57p.m.
**To be a superstar of the GWA. You travel most of the days of the year, living off of room service ontop of being paid a few million dollars. Never having to worry about cleaning up after yourself, because someone is always there to do it for you. You get to talk loud, and bullshit with people on a day to day basis. In front of a camera no less. You are allowed to do these outlandish and outrageous things in front of millions, and at the end of the day....all these perks are given to you because you went out and did what you love to do. What you do best. And that is destroy & dismantle the body of someone else. After its done, and after that person is defeated. Or that person is pushed into victory. You walk to the back, give each other a pat on the back...untill you travel to that next location..that next box office...where at least 30,000 fans are there to see you do it all over again. We are paid to fight. We are paid to be modern day gladiators. That's why I have to ask....right here and now. When did this all turn to shit for me?
I was so good at just walking in to do a job, and then walk right back out of the situation. Nothing was personal. Then with that said....why does this kid, Ryosuke Mitsurugi, get in under my skin. Is it cause he's spectacular. Hell no. I've seen much better. Fucking A...I've fought better than him. He's not all that he likes to think he is. He'll find that out in our match soon enough. So I don't consider him a threat to the title...then what is it that just sets me off. Perhaps my offer of help being thrown back in my face. I tried to make some sense of the kids personal life, and he completely went nuts on me. His parents death reminded me alot of mine. He doesn't have anyone to depend on. No one but that bitch that Anton gave him. Maybe he doesn't see past her...but I've known and seen her kind for years in this buisness. Ring Rats. And Anton was her fucking pimp. You'ld think the kid would get a clue once in awhile...but I guess that's what I'm forgetting. He is just a kid. 16 years old. Man...was I ever that young. I was 19 when I was trained...straight out of Harvard with a buisness degree. Over in Japan for the vacation of my life...and next thing I know I'm being dumped on my head for 6 months in a local wrestling school run by an american wrestler. These panty waisted bitches wouldn't know what to think if they saw some of the drills we ran over there.
Maybe this is my fault. Maybe I should have taken some time off before coming back to the ring. I mean...I was going through a traumatic time in my life. It's not everyday you are kidnapped by a rival company out to get your money. Although I did manage to keep my money out of their hands....it fell right into the next runner up. Redemption's stink was all over the job, but who could tell anymore. Now a days things were so reversed. Steven Fury..someone that I started trouble with when I first came here....is now my boss & friend. We should be going at it, but we're instead working out deals for the PPV, and developing favors for each other to complete. Where have all the cowboys gone? Chris Damm. Skylar Thomas. Nikki Silver. Trace VanReardon. Stacey Lynn Jordan. Reina Saiaki. Mei Himagaji. Griff Truxell. Sebastian Bock. Logan Rockhound. Where have the people who could push you to the limit gone? Why are they gone? They all have different reasons I guess, but they have one thing in common. They are gone. Maybe what urks me about this kid..is the fact that he is the new wave of violence. I used to pride myself on using that phrase.**
Johnny Storm: I AM THE NEW WAVE OF VIOLENCE IN THE GLADIATOR WRESTLING ASSOCIATION, AND I WILL NOT BE DENIED BY ANYONE!!!(flashback for you kiddies who don't remember my opening statements about a year ago.)
**It seems like so long ago that I used those words. Now that I'm the top brass...now that I am the one at this level....there is a new version of myself. Perhaps my hate for Ryosuke Mitsurugi comes from my hate in myself, because I see so much of myself in him. All of my enemies are gone. All of my legacies and all of my friends if you will...are gone. I'm the only one left, and perhaps that is what makes me hate the fucking kid most of all. Maybe it's time for Johnny Storm...to give it up. Maybe it's time for me to walk away from the Gladiator Wrestling Association. I feel so denied. You know....I could face Chris Damm one more time...and more than likely he would win. But...at least I would feel alive. At least I wouldn't be alone anymore.
Can I take the kid on? One on one? Yeah. I know I can. I know that I'm still the best at what I do. And what I do is beat the shit out of other people. I entertain the fans, and toy with the opponent untill it's time that he just needs to die. And then I finish him off like a long awaited orgasam. The jacking off is just a build up to the main attraction. The same with my opponents. I let them hit their moves...I hit mine, building it up for the fans..and then...before you know it. I hit the peak of the moment. I hit the Fantasticator...or I strap on the Fantastic Figure Four....and at that point the audience cum's all over themselves. Simply put...I know that I'm better.
So why can't I shake this feeling. This thing that builds in my throat, and then slowly settles down to my fucking knee's. I'm unafraid of him & his partner..despite his psychiatric profile. I just got this feeling that I'm going to have to do something different with Ryosuke Mitsurugi. Beyond just putting him down for the 1..2..3. I mean something personal. Maybe...just maybe...I need to give him a taste of what the message that I used to profess is all about. Maybe I need to show him the wave of violence that I spread throught out the GWA. Maybe...just Maybe...I need to do some restructuring. Not on Rysouke Mitsurugi...but on who Johnny Storm was...and what he needs to be once again. The most influential wrestler in the history of the buisness. Cause basically...I am the buisness.**
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
::Johnny Storm's thoughts are broken as he turns swiftly to the door as if he can see through it. He stands up from the couch, and walks over to the door. The knocking grows in intensity as he swifly turns the knob, and pulls the door open. The next thing to happen was unavoidable. Ross Bobby stumbles forward into the room, still swinging his fist at the door stupidly. Ross then catches his balance, and turns back to Storm with a stupid grin to which Storm turns away with disgust. Storm starts over to the couch, and sits back down...running his hands through his hair after a tired yawn. Ross begins setting up, with camera in hand, for a stellar interview with the Gladiator Champion. Storm watches on in wonder, thinking, "How can someone so incompatent be paid so much." Of coarse there was countless other people around the GWA that Storm could hit up about that question. Hell...that question could be asked of his own damn Tag Team partner for Insurrection. Within a few moments, Ross Bobby is finished with his preperations, and the camera is turned towards Storm. Without even a cue, both men know what their professional duty is to the fans. They don't need to speak, to say what they've done countless times before.::
Ross Bobby: Hell fans, this is Ross Bobby, Here with the Gladiator Champion, "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. Now Johnny...you were out for nearly two weeks. Is that because of the rumored injury to your shoulder & kneck caused to you by your match with Goliath about a month ago?
Johnny Storm: Well it was true that my shoulder was bothering me after the match, and then after the Sonny Miavia match it went full blown. So I did have to take some time off, but I'm back now..and there is no problems at all. i'm still in the best damn shape of my life. By the way..why don't you skip all this bullshit, and get down to the point.
Ross Bobby: Alright...the question on everyone's minds...is why? Why did you go after Ryosuke Mitsurugi with such malice. What did the kid ever do to you?"
Johnny Storm: That's actually.....a good question. I'm surprised...considering most of all the other shit that falls out of your mouth.
::Ross Bobby scowols at Storm, who smirks, and continues on.::
Johnny Storm: Well..my rebuttle is...Why not? Ryosuke Mitsurugi made a grave mistake. A mistake that he can not take back. A mistake that he will understand at a later date. When he's the top brass around this federation...when he has paid his dues. He acts as if this is something that he deserves. How can he think that. How can he possiably believe that he is as good as Kitiara Uta Majere is telling him. I mean....your biggest accomplishment in this federation is unmercifully beating the hell out of my tag team partner Jim Daher. What the hell? Do you think this is an accomplishment? You've wrestled Jim Daher over and over, and beat him. Hell..everyone in this federation has beat the shit out of him at one point or another. He's kind of like the resident punching bag of the Gladiator Wrestling Association. He sticks out like a sore thumb, and the fact that he is my only help in this match causes me to really worry about the upcoming match. But..don't you feel bad for me Ryo..cause i still won't lose. I mean..if nothing else, Jim won't show...and that will take a lot of the weight from my shoulders. Lets face it...with the three of us in the ring, he's going to be left in the dust talent wise anyways..and more than likely he would just be a liability to my side in this match anyways. Anything involving Jim Daher always is a liability.
But as I was saying, your biggest accomplishment in this fed is beating Jim Daher. You've faced him three times, and this match makes four. Sounds to me like someone is ducking opponents. You haven't quite been the same since your loss against Anton, eh Ryo? Didn't think I'ld bring that up did you? You had a chance Ryo....just one chance....to prove who the F*ck you thought you were, and instead you got put in your F*cking place! You lost. You don't, and never did deserve this spot in the Main Event. You don't deserve a spot across the ring from an athelete of my calibur. This buisness was built on great men. This buisness was built by great men. This buisness was built on the blood, the sweat, and the tears we pumped into this federation...and I'll be damned if a punk ass little shit who's confused as to where he comes from will waltz in here and throw me around like I'm some sort of powder puff virgin awaiting her first time. I've danced this dance countless times, and it's just one more dance to me Ryo. I attacked you because you needed something proved to you. Despite the fact that you can go toe to toe with me...you still aren't ready for me. You aren't ready for everything that I am capable of. Cause Ryo....Anton advanced for the Maximus strap that I stole off of Dark Tiger. And I won. I beat the guy who beat you. And after I beat his ass, I turned around after a few title defenses, and beat Dark Tiger's ass too. You see..these guys all think that they deserve our respect. Why? I don't need to have respect for you, to kick your teeth in. Ryo...I don't respect you. I opened my hand to you cause I understood your loss, and just like the f*cking kid you are....you threw that away. I'm past all of that. You got what was coming your way at the PPV. But you see...now it appears the front office want's to make more out of this than what I did. Ok kid....we'll go at it in the ring....but no amount of training...no amount of self-confidence...no amount of what people tell you....will change the fact that you just aren't good enough, to take me on. One day maybe, but not today. Cause I am the Lord of this Dance, and I'm not talking that river shit either.
Now...Jonathan Lindsey...or will it be John? The guy fractured my nose, I had him put through a table. You'ld think it would all be even. Ah well...Jonathan, what can I say. Through the alcohol stained breath, and the ignorance that is the southern way of speaking.....I thought that maybe....just maybe....that Texan head wasn't completely F*cked. I was just wondering...are all texans inbred...or does this chemical imballance to drink large quantities of alcohol, live on ranches, rope cattle, and have pieces of leather between their legs at odd hours of the morning just a normal thing in that region?um...another question. Do you pop those pills the doc gave you when you drink, and have you ever thought that maybe that was your problem to begin with? So how does this all play out Jonathan? Do I need to bring a spit can down to ringside for you...inbetween wrestling moves, maybe you can teach me how to rope a cow. ooooo Better yet...you can have me tune up your truck out back. That is if you can actually get the cluncker to the show. Oooo..I bet you didn't think I knew how to hit you where it hurts. Not Jonathan Lindsey. Not big bad John! Yeah, well I brushed up on my Jeff Foxworthy tapes, and he explained that if you take pot shots at a redneck's truck...it's personal. Is that true John Boy? hrmmmm...another good example of you eh Jonathan? John Boy...The Walton's? Ah who gives a F*ck! Enough with all the cute shit Jonathan...John...Mary Lou...Jethro....I don't really give a damn who you come out as, it doesn't change the fact that I'm going to beat your ass back into the hole where you came from. And considering your dad probably hasn't serviced that hole in quite awhile...I figure it's all cobwebs & crustations by now...so we'll just have to see when that time comes!
Speaking of time...It looks like I'm close to running out, so let me throw in my final words of wisdom. From your Gladiator Champion to all of you in this match. Jim Daher....if you must be in this match, stand on the ring apron..and keep your mouth shut...or I swear to you.....you will regret ever stepping into a GWA ring. Ryosuke Mitsurugi...this is your chance kid...prove that you deserve it. Let's see what you really got. Jonathan Lindsey....moooo. Okay..Okay! I'm sorry..I couldn't resist. Now get the hell out of here Ross...I got to think about this match, and review a few tapes.
::Ross Bobby turns the camera off, and after a few moments..he is packed, and on his way out the door. Storm leans back into the couch, rubbing at his eyes as if he had a head ache. Often times he did after ranting at the camera for a 10 minute spot on the odessey that is Cable Television. He sat back, his mind on the mystery that was Ryosuke Mitsurugi, and before you know it..he was dozing off.::
JULY 9th, 2001
LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK
THE LONG ISLAND BRANCH HOUSE OF THE LEFT HAND
THE MIGHTY HAVE SETTLED: 12:36p.m.
::Press stands watching outside his window with a bit of confusion in his demeanor. Why did Redemption want so badly for him to be the one to come out into the real world, and do his bidding. Surely Oracle was best suited for this type of thing, but he would do as his master said. He always did what his master said. That was something that was always a constant reminder as to what Press was apart of. The struggle for good & evil. Many would consider him evil. The Left Hand as servants of Satan. Well that's not what it is at all. He serves an angel...and with such service comes the rewards that he has been given. This invulnerable state that he's in..along with super strength, and speed. You couldn't ask for better gifts. Then why was it that Press constantly held in the back of his mind, the thoughts of escaping this life. Redemption came to press while he was in the TCWF. So long ago was it that he was turned. Nearly two & a half years of his life now belonged to Redemption. How many more before he gets what he was promised. Johnny Storm's head, on a silver platter! Press was a mediocre wrestler at best. He was hired on by the stable known as The People's Kliq. He had very few successes with this group, that is untill Johnny Storm came along. Storm changed everything for Press. He took him, and placed him with his now lover...Tammy Linn Sitch. The two didn't waste much time in getting to know each other on a more personal level, and Press was easily lured onto Johnny Storm's pay roll. Everything started to look up for Press, untill the day the federation decided to make a mockery out of the Alliance formed between himself & Storm. They pitted them against each other. Johnny Storm had always warned Press that he was not trying to help Press, but he need him to be his muscle. He didn't really care what happened in the end. Johnny Storm played true to that. Press came close to defeating him, and considering the fact that the crowd loved him....Press had decided to take the legitimate road instead of taking buy outs from other wrestlers. This infuriated Storm to no end, untill finally the unthinkable happened. Johnny Storm drove his Black Jaguar right into Press as he was exiting the building...running him over. The sudden impact didn't kill the large man however. It merely shattered his right leg, and put him out of wrestling action...permanently. That is until Redemption came to visit him. One quick Redeemer later, and Tammy & he were in the service of their new master. Service...of someone else but themselves once again. Now...you have to ask yourself...was all that Redemption gave them...worth what they had to become. Tammy Linn Sitch retained her beautiful features, but now she has an animalistic side that can come out in more ways than one. Redemption renamed her Salvation, and used her many times to sniff out certain people the Frayed Ends Of Sanity were tracking for him.::
**For 2 & a half years....Salvation has been on the end of that chain..and now...she was out scowering the world for one Ryosuke Mitsurugi for an artifact, that will give Redemption Immortality even after the armageddon to come. But where will that leave the Frayed Ends Of Sanity? Oracle, who Press never really cared for in the first place. Flameing Youth...the young man who Press had tag teamed with for several months..also drawn into the wicked web of Redemption. Revelation, a former SWA camera man used as Oracle's assistant in recording Redemption's events. Salvation....Me. What will happen to us? Will we just be lost? Used untill we can't be used anymore, and then thrown away to fend against the prophecy of God. It's funny..this Legacy...this group of God's servants are all fighting against the Left Hand...a group of God's servants. Now you have to ask yourself...who is truely serving God? The Left Hand, and the servants of Redemption are trying to fulfill exactly what God Want's. What God has prophecized over & over again in the bible. It's time for that to happen...yet...these Legacy people..these hypocrits are standing in the way of God's plan. But call themseleves God's servants. Either way..I will enjoy crushing their skulls, and sucking the marrow from their bones. I will also be happy to see Salvation returned safely to me after her mission. If...she returns. as for the rest of these pathetic humans..who knows what will happen to them. They will probably all rot in hell. I don't really care. I almost wish I didn't have these powers...for then I could just die like the rest of humanity. But of coarse...being normal makes for a dull cock tail party. ahhh..something that I've missed out on living in that dank citadel in the Great Unknown. Perhaps I should take in a bar before everything get's out of hand. Perhaps I should just stand around and wait for this Montolive fool, who really has no clue as to what this is all about, to come back and prattle on & on about more useless shit that I don't care about. I guess I could try to explain it to him....ah hell, who am I kidding. He wouldn't be able to understand the word of God if I tried. I best just leave everything as it is, and get what I came to get. The bells that will awaken the seed, and the chests...that will open the gates for the beast once opened. Then...this will all be over, and I can finally go home. Home, Now there's an idea.**
::Press smiles to himself, and turns back towards the room where he is to be a guest in. He walks in from the large balcony, and sits down on the edge of the bed. Little does he know that prying eyes watch from the distance..with a black flapping cape moving all about him. He has the face of the very man that Press hates. But he has very different intentions...than what Johnny Storm may have had in mind. Whether they be good or bad, perhaps the Lord only knows. Because his servants surely do not.::
THE END.....NOT FUCKING LIKELY!!!
PHOENIX, ARIZONA
THE AMBASSADOR INN
PENTHOUSE SUITE: 1:57p.m.
**To be a superstar of the GWA. You travel most of the days of the year, living off of room service ontop of being paid a few million dollars. Never having to worry about cleaning up after yourself, because someone is always there to do it for you. You get to talk loud, and bullshit with people on a day to day basis. In front of a camera no less. You are allowed to do these outlandish and outrageous things in front of millions, and at the end of the day....all these perks are given to you because you went out and did what you love to do. What you do best. And that is destroy & dismantle the body of someone else. After its done, and after that person is defeated. Or that person is pushed into victory. You walk to the back, give each other a pat on the back...untill you travel to that next location..that next box office...where at least 30,000 fans are there to see you do it all over again. We are paid to fight. We are paid to be modern day gladiators. That's why I have to ask....right here and now. When did this all turn to shit for me?
I was so good at just walking in to do a job, and then walk right back out of the situation. Nothing was personal. Then with that said....why does this kid, Ryosuke Mitsurugi, get in under my skin. Is it cause he's spectacular. Hell no. I've seen much better. Fucking A...I've fought better than him. He's not all that he likes to think he is. He'll find that out in our match soon enough. So I don't consider him a threat to the title...then what is it that just sets me off. Perhaps my offer of help being thrown back in my face. I tried to make some sense of the kids personal life, and he completely went nuts on me. His parents death reminded me alot of mine. He doesn't have anyone to depend on. No one but that bitch that Anton gave him. Maybe he doesn't see past her...but I've known and seen her kind for years in this buisness. Ring Rats. And Anton was her fucking pimp. You'ld think the kid would get a clue once in awhile...but I guess that's what I'm forgetting. He is just a kid. 16 years old. Man...was I ever that young. I was 19 when I was trained...straight out of Harvard with a buisness degree. Over in Japan for the vacation of my life...and next thing I know I'm being dumped on my head for 6 months in a local wrestling school run by an american wrestler. These panty waisted bitches wouldn't know what to think if they saw some of the drills we ran over there.
Maybe this is my fault. Maybe I should have taken some time off before coming back to the ring. I mean...I was going through a traumatic time in my life. It's not everyday you are kidnapped by a rival company out to get your money. Although I did manage to keep my money out of their hands....it fell right into the next runner up. Redemption's stink was all over the job, but who could tell anymore. Now a days things were so reversed. Steven Fury..someone that I started trouble with when I first came here....is now my boss & friend. We should be going at it, but we're instead working out deals for the PPV, and developing favors for each other to complete. Where have all the cowboys gone? Chris Damm. Skylar Thomas. Nikki Silver. Trace VanReardon. Stacey Lynn Jordan. Reina Saiaki. Mei Himagaji. Griff Truxell. Sebastian Bock. Logan Rockhound. Where have the people who could push you to the limit gone? Why are they gone? They all have different reasons I guess, but they have one thing in common. They are gone. Maybe what urks me about this kid..is the fact that he is the new wave of violence. I used to pride myself on using that phrase.**
Johnny Storm: I AM THE NEW WAVE OF VIOLENCE IN THE GLADIATOR WRESTLING ASSOCIATION, AND I WILL NOT BE DENIED BY ANYONE!!!(flashback for you kiddies who don't remember my opening statements about a year ago.)
**It seems like so long ago that I used those words. Now that I'm the top brass...now that I am the one at this level....there is a new version of myself. Perhaps my hate for Ryosuke Mitsurugi comes from my hate in myself, because I see so much of myself in him. All of my enemies are gone. All of my legacies and all of my friends if you will...are gone. I'm the only one left, and perhaps that is what makes me hate the fucking kid most of all. Maybe it's time for Johnny Storm...to give it up. Maybe it's time for me to walk away from the Gladiator Wrestling Association. I feel so denied. You know....I could face Chris Damm one more time...and more than likely he would win. But...at least I would feel alive. At least I wouldn't be alone anymore.
Can I take the kid on? One on one? Yeah. I know I can. I know that I'm still the best at what I do. And what I do is beat the shit out of other people. I entertain the fans, and toy with the opponent untill it's time that he just needs to die. And then I finish him off like a long awaited orgasam. The jacking off is just a build up to the main attraction. The same with my opponents. I let them hit their moves...I hit mine, building it up for the fans..and then...before you know it. I hit the peak of the moment. I hit the Fantasticator...or I strap on the Fantastic Figure Four....and at that point the audience cum's all over themselves. Simply put...I know that I'm better.
So why can't I shake this feeling. This thing that builds in my throat, and then slowly settles down to my fucking knee's. I'm unafraid of him & his partner..despite his psychiatric profile. I just got this feeling that I'm going to have to do something different with Ryosuke Mitsurugi. Beyond just putting him down for the 1..2..3. I mean something personal. Maybe...just maybe...I need to give him a taste of what the message that I used to profess is all about. Maybe I need to show him the wave of violence that I spread throught out the GWA. Maybe...just Maybe...I need to do some restructuring. Not on Rysouke Mitsurugi...but on who Johnny Storm was...and what he needs to be once again. The most influential wrestler in the history of the buisness. Cause basically...I am the buisness.**
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
::Johnny Storm's thoughts are broken as he turns swiftly to the door as if he can see through it. He stands up from the couch, and walks over to the door. The knocking grows in intensity as he swifly turns the knob, and pulls the door open. The next thing to happen was unavoidable. Ross Bobby stumbles forward into the room, still swinging his fist at the door stupidly. Ross then catches his balance, and turns back to Storm with a stupid grin to which Storm turns away with disgust. Storm starts over to the couch, and sits back down...running his hands through his hair after a tired yawn. Ross begins setting up, with camera in hand, for a stellar interview with the Gladiator Champion. Storm watches on in wonder, thinking, "How can someone so incompatent be paid so much." Of coarse there was countless other people around the GWA that Storm could hit up about that question. Hell...that question could be asked of his own damn Tag Team partner for Insurrection. Within a few moments, Ross Bobby is finished with his preperations, and the camera is turned towards Storm. Without even a cue, both men know what their professional duty is to the fans. They don't need to speak, to say what they've done countless times before.::
Ross Bobby: Hell fans, this is Ross Bobby, Here with the Gladiator Champion, "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. Now Johnny...you were out for nearly two weeks. Is that because of the rumored injury to your shoulder & kneck caused to you by your match with Goliath about a month ago?
Johnny Storm: Well it was true that my shoulder was bothering me after the match, and then after the Sonny Miavia match it went full blown. So I did have to take some time off, but I'm back now..and there is no problems at all. i'm still in the best damn shape of my life. By the way..why don't you skip all this bullshit, and get down to the point.
Ross Bobby: Alright...the question on everyone's minds...is why? Why did you go after Ryosuke Mitsurugi with such malice. What did the kid ever do to you?"
Johnny Storm: That's actually.....a good question. I'm surprised...considering most of all the other shit that falls out of your mouth.
::Ross Bobby scowols at Storm, who smirks, and continues on.::
Johnny Storm: Well..my rebuttle is...Why not? Ryosuke Mitsurugi made a grave mistake. A mistake that he can not take back. A mistake that he will understand at a later date. When he's the top brass around this federation...when he has paid his dues. He acts as if this is something that he deserves. How can he think that. How can he possiably believe that he is as good as Kitiara Uta Majere is telling him. I mean....your biggest accomplishment in this federation is unmercifully beating the hell out of my tag team partner Jim Daher. What the hell? Do you think this is an accomplishment? You've wrestled Jim Daher over and over, and beat him. Hell..everyone in this federation has beat the shit out of him at one point or another. He's kind of like the resident punching bag of the Gladiator Wrestling Association. He sticks out like a sore thumb, and the fact that he is my only help in this match causes me to really worry about the upcoming match. But..don't you feel bad for me Ryo..cause i still won't lose. I mean..if nothing else, Jim won't show...and that will take a lot of the weight from my shoulders. Lets face it...with the three of us in the ring, he's going to be left in the dust talent wise anyways..and more than likely he would just be a liability to my side in this match anyways. Anything involving Jim Daher always is a liability.
But as I was saying, your biggest accomplishment in this fed is beating Jim Daher. You've faced him three times, and this match makes four. Sounds to me like someone is ducking opponents. You haven't quite been the same since your loss against Anton, eh Ryo? Didn't think I'ld bring that up did you? You had a chance Ryo....just one chance....to prove who the F*ck you thought you were, and instead you got put in your F*cking place! You lost. You don't, and never did deserve this spot in the Main Event. You don't deserve a spot across the ring from an athelete of my calibur. This buisness was built on great men. This buisness was built by great men. This buisness was built on the blood, the sweat, and the tears we pumped into this federation...and I'll be damned if a punk ass little shit who's confused as to where he comes from will waltz in here and throw me around like I'm some sort of powder puff virgin awaiting her first time. I've danced this dance countless times, and it's just one more dance to me Ryo. I attacked you because you needed something proved to you. Despite the fact that you can go toe to toe with me...you still aren't ready for me. You aren't ready for everything that I am capable of. Cause Ryo....Anton advanced for the Maximus strap that I stole off of Dark Tiger. And I won. I beat the guy who beat you. And after I beat his ass, I turned around after a few title defenses, and beat Dark Tiger's ass too. You see..these guys all think that they deserve our respect. Why? I don't need to have respect for you, to kick your teeth in. Ryo...I don't respect you. I opened my hand to you cause I understood your loss, and just like the f*cking kid you are....you threw that away. I'm past all of that. You got what was coming your way at the PPV. But you see...now it appears the front office want's to make more out of this than what I did. Ok kid....we'll go at it in the ring....but no amount of training...no amount of self-confidence...no amount of what people tell you....will change the fact that you just aren't good enough, to take me on. One day maybe, but not today. Cause I am the Lord of this Dance, and I'm not talking that river shit either.
Now...Jonathan Lindsey...or will it be John? The guy fractured my nose, I had him put through a table. You'ld think it would all be even. Ah well...Jonathan, what can I say. Through the alcohol stained breath, and the ignorance that is the southern way of speaking.....I thought that maybe....just maybe....that Texan head wasn't completely F*cked. I was just wondering...are all texans inbred...or does this chemical imballance to drink large quantities of alcohol, live on ranches, rope cattle, and have pieces of leather between their legs at odd hours of the morning just a normal thing in that region?um...another question. Do you pop those pills the doc gave you when you drink, and have you ever thought that maybe that was your problem to begin with? So how does this all play out Jonathan? Do I need to bring a spit can down to ringside for you...inbetween wrestling moves, maybe you can teach me how to rope a cow. ooooo Better yet...you can have me tune up your truck out back. That is if you can actually get the cluncker to the show. Oooo..I bet you didn't think I knew how to hit you where it hurts. Not Jonathan Lindsey. Not big bad John! Yeah, well I brushed up on my Jeff Foxworthy tapes, and he explained that if you take pot shots at a redneck's truck...it's personal. Is that true John Boy? hrmmmm...another good example of you eh Jonathan? John Boy...The Walton's? Ah who gives a F*ck! Enough with all the cute shit Jonathan...John...Mary Lou...Jethro....I don't really give a damn who you come out as, it doesn't change the fact that I'm going to beat your ass back into the hole where you came from. And considering your dad probably hasn't serviced that hole in quite awhile...I figure it's all cobwebs & crustations by now...so we'll just have to see when that time comes!
Speaking of time...It looks like I'm close to running out, so let me throw in my final words of wisdom. From your Gladiator Champion to all of you in this match. Jim Daher....if you must be in this match, stand on the ring apron..and keep your mouth shut...or I swear to you.....you will regret ever stepping into a GWA ring. Ryosuke Mitsurugi...this is your chance kid...prove that you deserve it. Let's see what you really got. Jonathan Lindsey....moooo. Okay..Okay! I'm sorry..I couldn't resist. Now get the hell out of here Ross...I got to think about this match, and review a few tapes.
::Ross Bobby turns the camera off, and after a few moments..he is packed, and on his way out the door. Storm leans back into the couch, rubbing at his eyes as if he had a head ache. Often times he did after ranting at the camera for a 10 minute spot on the odessey that is Cable Television. He sat back, his mind on the mystery that was Ryosuke Mitsurugi, and before you know it..he was dozing off.::
JULY 9th, 2001
LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK
THE LONG ISLAND BRANCH HOUSE OF THE LEFT HAND
THE MIGHTY HAVE SETTLED: 12:36p.m.
::Press stands watching outside his window with a bit of confusion in his demeanor. Why did Redemption want so badly for him to be the one to come out into the real world, and do his bidding. Surely Oracle was best suited for this type of thing, but he would do as his master said. He always did what his master said. That was something that was always a constant reminder as to what Press was apart of. The struggle for good & evil. Many would consider him evil. The Left Hand as servants of Satan. Well that's not what it is at all. He serves an angel...and with such service comes the rewards that he has been given. This invulnerable state that he's in..along with super strength, and speed. You couldn't ask for better gifts. Then why was it that Press constantly held in the back of his mind, the thoughts of escaping this life. Redemption came to press while he was in the TCWF. So long ago was it that he was turned. Nearly two & a half years of his life now belonged to Redemption. How many more before he gets what he was promised. Johnny Storm's head, on a silver platter! Press was a mediocre wrestler at best. He was hired on by the stable known as The People's Kliq. He had very few successes with this group, that is untill Johnny Storm came along. Storm changed everything for Press. He took him, and placed him with his now lover...Tammy Linn Sitch. The two didn't waste much time in getting to know each other on a more personal level, and Press was easily lured onto Johnny Storm's pay roll. Everything started to look up for Press, untill the day the federation decided to make a mockery out of the Alliance formed between himself & Storm. They pitted them against each other. Johnny Storm had always warned Press that he was not trying to help Press, but he need him to be his muscle. He didn't really care what happened in the end. Johnny Storm played true to that. Press came close to defeating him, and considering the fact that the crowd loved him....Press had decided to take the legitimate road instead of taking buy outs from other wrestlers. This infuriated Storm to no end, untill finally the unthinkable happened. Johnny Storm drove his Black Jaguar right into Press as he was exiting the building...running him over. The sudden impact didn't kill the large man however. It merely shattered his right leg, and put him out of wrestling action...permanently. That is until Redemption came to visit him. One quick Redeemer later, and Tammy & he were in the service of their new master. Service...of someone else but themselves once again. Now...you have to ask yourself...was all that Redemption gave them...worth what they had to become. Tammy Linn Sitch retained her beautiful features, but now she has an animalistic side that can come out in more ways than one. Redemption renamed her Salvation, and used her many times to sniff out certain people the Frayed Ends Of Sanity were tracking for him.::
**For 2 & a half years....Salvation has been on the end of that chain..and now...she was out scowering the world for one Ryosuke Mitsurugi for an artifact, that will give Redemption Immortality even after the armageddon to come. But where will that leave the Frayed Ends Of Sanity? Oracle, who Press never really cared for in the first place. Flameing Youth...the young man who Press had tag teamed with for several months..also drawn into the wicked web of Redemption. Revelation, a former SWA camera man used as Oracle's assistant in recording Redemption's events. Salvation....Me. What will happen to us? Will we just be lost? Used untill we can't be used anymore, and then thrown away to fend against the prophecy of God. It's funny..this Legacy...this group of God's servants are all fighting against the Left Hand...a group of God's servants. Now you have to ask yourself...who is truely serving God? The Left Hand, and the servants of Redemption are trying to fulfill exactly what God Want's. What God has prophecized over & over again in the bible. It's time for that to happen...yet...these Legacy people..these hypocrits are standing in the way of God's plan. But call themseleves God's servants. Either way..I will enjoy crushing their skulls, and sucking the marrow from their bones. I will also be happy to see Salvation returned safely to me after her mission. If...she returns. as for the rest of these pathetic humans..who knows what will happen to them. They will probably all rot in hell. I don't really care. I almost wish I didn't have these powers...for then I could just die like the rest of humanity. But of coarse...being normal makes for a dull cock tail party. ahhh..something that I've missed out on living in that dank citadel in the Great Unknown. Perhaps I should take in a bar before everything get's out of hand. Perhaps I should just stand around and wait for this Montolive fool, who really has no clue as to what this is all about, to come back and prattle on & on about more useless shit that I don't care about. I guess I could try to explain it to him....ah hell, who am I kidding. He wouldn't be able to understand the word of God if I tried. I best just leave everything as it is, and get what I came to get. The bells that will awaken the seed, and the chests...that will open the gates for the beast once opened. Then...this will all be over, and I can finally go home. Home, Now there's an idea.**
::Press smiles to himself, and turns back towards the room where he is to be a guest in. He walks in from the large balcony, and sits down on the edge of the bed. Little does he know that prying eyes watch from the distance..with a black flapping cape moving all about him. He has the face of the very man that Press hates. But he has very different intentions...than what Johnny Storm may have had in mind. Whether they be good or bad, perhaps the Lord only knows. Because his servants surely do not.::
THE END.....NOT FUCKING LIKELY!!!