Post by Press1269 on Feb 27, 2016 3:34:55 GMT
JULY 7th, 2001
PHOENIX, ARIZONA
AMBASSADOR INN
ONE MORE FIGHT FOR DOMINANCE: 3:56p.m.
::Johnny Storm walks towards the edge of the pool area, and raises an eyebrow as a kid floats by in an colorful beach tube. That would seem halfway normal..if they weren't half way out in the middle of the desert. Well not really...Phoenix was a pretty promising city....just hot as hell like the desert. Storm watches the kid dump out of his tube after he reckognizes the Gladiator Champion, and bustles for his father. Of coarse before anything can be said to the middle aged man, Johnny Storm has disappeared back towards the lobby...leaving the little boy to recieve a tongue lashing about lieing to his parents. Johnny Storm strolls through the opening leading into the main bar area, and his eyes automatically narrow in on a short, blonde, fidgety looking man over in the corner. The man stumbles around looking from table to table, because it's quite obvious his eye sight is bad. The name Johnny Storm is used more than once, and Storm contemplates making a run for it...but...he couldn't leave the innocent masses to deal with the one and only Leon Sphinx. Storm wades through the people having a drink at the bar, and he passes by Leon, jerking him up by the collar...and dragging him towards a back corner. He throws Sphinx into the seat across from him..and then sits down himself. Storm with a half smile looks to Leon, and then leans back in his seat.::
Johnny Storm: You know...I've already given my interview for this week....I don't need this hassle Leon...but because it's you...I'll allow it.
Leon Sphinx: Yes..Yes..I know. But that was with Ross Bobby, and I really don't care what he's doing!
Johnny Storm: (With a smirk) So what your saying is you are here for your own interview?
Leon Sphinx: You damn right that's what I'm saying!
Johnny Storm: Well then....go for it. Let's see what you got kid. Hell..you don't need much to be smarter than that dumb son of a bitch Ross Bobby!
Leon Sphinx: Ok...(sets a microphone recorder up on the table, and hits record) OK, I'm here with "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm...and all I want to know is this...you said that you were going to take on John Lindsey & Ryosuke Mitsurugi by yourself if you had too....it looks to me like Jim "The Icon" Daher is not responding to anyone...which may mean..that he refuses to wrestle with you....Do you still plan on walking into this match by yourself?
::Storm cocks his head to the side a little with a look of disgust, and then he looks towards Leon Sphinx.::
Johnny Storm: I told you Leon...you didn't have to be much smarter than Ross Bobby to be better than him....well you still ain't better dumb ass! But to answer your question...(mockingly) Am I still willing to walk into a match by myself, even if Jim "The Icon" (starts coughing hard)...umm..yeah...Daher.....doesn't decide to show up to aid me? YOU GOD DAMN RIGHT I AM! I am not afraid of any God Damn Body in this F*cking Federation! Do you get that in your f*cking Pee Sized Brain! These son's of bitches in the back aren't worth a God Damn to me. I AM THE GLADIATOR CHAMPION...AND THERE IS NO ONE...AND LEON SPHINX....YOU SKINNY BASTARD....I MEAN NO...NO ONE...who can come in my ring, and think that they bully me around. This is not Patty Cake, any more. Ryosuke Mitsurugi, thinks he knows...Johnny Storm! Jonathan...John....WHAT EVER...thinks he knows Johnny Storm! You two numb nutted ass buddies are completely in the dark...and you honestly don't know SHIT about Johnny Storm! You don't know what I've been through to get to where I am....and you don't even GET A GOD DAMN THING THAT COMES OUT OF MY MOUTH! Leon Sphinx, you give me this dumb founded look...like you didn't know that this would happen after a Jack Ass quesiton like that one right there!
LEON! WHEN.....WHEN HAVE I EVER BACKED DOWN!! EVEN WHEN THE SON'S OF BITCHES SAID I COULDN'T BEAT SOMEBODY!...WHEN DID I EVER BACK DOWN?
Leon Sphinx: (very meekly) Ne...ne...never sir.
Johnny Storm: You damn right Never. That sir is exactly how you need to address me you sack of spam sucking trailor park trash, cause you need to show someone like me respect. People always run their mouths...they come into the Federation that Fantastic built...and they run their mouths like I give a shit what they got to say to me. I'm the Gladiator Champion. If you want to make a difference..if you want me to take notice of you...then come do something. Quit opening your fat mouths, and step on down the aile to the ring. Hell...do it tomorrow. I dare you. Take this strap off of my waist, and then....AND ONLY THEN....will I even show the slightest interest. You know what Leon....your ignorance...has allowed me to see a vision. It's beyond Ryosuke Mitsurugi. It's beyond Jonathan/John Lindsey. IT IS BEYOND...THAT WORTHLESS F*CK JIM DAHER! It is beyond.....anyone...and everyone's....CONTROL! CAUSE AFTER INSURRECTION.....EVERY F*CKING BODY...WILL BE...
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF THEIR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!!!
I GUARAN-F*CKING-TEE IT!!!!
::Johnny Storm's face twists angrily, as he stands up, and harshly stalks through the now onlooking crowd around him. Leon Sphinx's eyes advert to the crowd, and then his tape recorder...and he suddenly lets out a loud gasp of air from the sudden fright. As Leon starts to slide out of his chair, a visiable wet spot is seen running down his leg much to the laughter of the crowd. Leon slowly slinks past them....most of them making sure to be out of his way when he passes by. He exits the hotel slowly...and as he does, the same little boy from the pool area see's him. He points wildly, and runs back to get his father. By the time the middle aged man gets to his feet to see what the excitement is about...Leon Sphinx is already out the door. The child once again..left with nothing but a good tongue lashing about morals.
Johnny Storm reaches his hotel room, and swings the door open hurridely, stumbling into the sitting room where a bar is off in the corner. He starts towards the bar, and jerks a bottle of Jack Daniels down from the shelf along with a glass. He pours the brownish liquid into his glass, and then...slams the bottom to the counter top..taking in large amounts of air...tears almost in his eyes. What in the f*ck was happening to him? He drinks the liquid hard, and it burns his throat...slamming him hard with the feeling of alcohol enduced pleasure. What the hell was this feeling inside of his gut?.. What was this that made him completely insane?...what made him want to tear into Ryosuke's heart, and drink the blood? WHAT WAS SO FAMILIAR ABOUT ALL OF THIS.......and then it hits him. Just about the same way the Jack Daniels had done.....it hits him like a bolt of lightening. It feels so good inside of him. Like nothing he had ever felt before. The money was gone...who gives a shit? Redemption was back...who gives a shit? Johnny Storm for the first time in a long time....was alive! And this time...Johnny Storm was going to share this feeling, with every body else. Storm quickly makes his way to the phone, and jerks up the reciever.....dialing the number fast. It doesn't take long before he hears a scruffy voice on the other end of the phone.::
Scruffy Voice: Hello...this is Griff Truxell here...leave your name, number, and the time you called...and I'll get back to you. Unless you are the IRS. Then...you are on your own pal.....and this recording was left by the maid. Uh....yeah...
BEEP!!!
Johnny Storm: It's Johnny Storm baby, It's Mr. Fantastic.....My Number..IS NUMBER ONE....and the time I called is not important....but what is Griff....what is.....I'M BACK! I'M ALIVE....AND THERE'S A NEW WAVE OF VIOLENCE SPREADING ACROSS THE GLADIATOR WRESTLING ASSOCIATION!!....I GOT A FEW MORE PEOPLE TO GET IN ON MY ACTION!!!
::Johnny drops the phone, and hits the reciever button to make sure that he has hung up. He then thumbs through a rolladex he had left near the desk.....and picks up the phone again. With a trademark sarcastic grin, Storm dials a number. Another voice is heard on the other end of the phone, and Storm's eyes are adjusted in an evil demeanor.::
Voice: Hello?
Johnny Storm: How you doing my man....what do you think about causing a little trouble on Insurrection!
PHOENIX, ARIZONA
AMBASSADOR INN
ONE MORE FIGHT FOR DOMINANCE: 3:56p.m.
::Johnny Storm walks towards the edge of the pool area, and raises an eyebrow as a kid floats by in an colorful beach tube. That would seem halfway normal..if they weren't half way out in the middle of the desert. Well not really...Phoenix was a pretty promising city....just hot as hell like the desert. Storm watches the kid dump out of his tube after he reckognizes the Gladiator Champion, and bustles for his father. Of coarse before anything can be said to the middle aged man, Johnny Storm has disappeared back towards the lobby...leaving the little boy to recieve a tongue lashing about lieing to his parents. Johnny Storm strolls through the opening leading into the main bar area, and his eyes automatically narrow in on a short, blonde, fidgety looking man over in the corner. The man stumbles around looking from table to table, because it's quite obvious his eye sight is bad. The name Johnny Storm is used more than once, and Storm contemplates making a run for it...but...he couldn't leave the innocent masses to deal with the one and only Leon Sphinx. Storm wades through the people having a drink at the bar, and he passes by Leon, jerking him up by the collar...and dragging him towards a back corner. He throws Sphinx into the seat across from him..and then sits down himself. Storm with a half smile looks to Leon, and then leans back in his seat.::
Johnny Storm: You know...I've already given my interview for this week....I don't need this hassle Leon...but because it's you...I'll allow it.
Leon Sphinx: Yes..Yes..I know. But that was with Ross Bobby, and I really don't care what he's doing!
Johnny Storm: (With a smirk) So what your saying is you are here for your own interview?
Leon Sphinx: You damn right that's what I'm saying!
Johnny Storm: Well then....go for it. Let's see what you got kid. Hell..you don't need much to be smarter than that dumb son of a bitch Ross Bobby!
Leon Sphinx: Ok...(sets a microphone recorder up on the table, and hits record) OK, I'm here with "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm...and all I want to know is this...you said that you were going to take on John Lindsey & Ryosuke Mitsurugi by yourself if you had too....it looks to me like Jim "The Icon" Daher is not responding to anyone...which may mean..that he refuses to wrestle with you....Do you still plan on walking into this match by yourself?
::Storm cocks his head to the side a little with a look of disgust, and then he looks towards Leon Sphinx.::
Johnny Storm: I told you Leon...you didn't have to be much smarter than Ross Bobby to be better than him....well you still ain't better dumb ass! But to answer your question...(mockingly) Am I still willing to walk into a match by myself, even if Jim "The Icon" (starts coughing hard)...umm..yeah...Daher.....doesn't decide to show up to aid me? YOU GOD DAMN RIGHT I AM! I am not afraid of any God Damn Body in this F*cking Federation! Do you get that in your f*cking Pee Sized Brain! These son's of bitches in the back aren't worth a God Damn to me. I AM THE GLADIATOR CHAMPION...AND THERE IS NO ONE...AND LEON SPHINX....YOU SKINNY BASTARD....I MEAN NO...NO ONE...who can come in my ring, and think that they bully me around. This is not Patty Cake, any more. Ryosuke Mitsurugi, thinks he knows...Johnny Storm! Jonathan...John....WHAT EVER...thinks he knows Johnny Storm! You two numb nutted ass buddies are completely in the dark...and you honestly don't know SHIT about Johnny Storm! You don't know what I've been through to get to where I am....and you don't even GET A GOD DAMN THING THAT COMES OUT OF MY MOUTH! Leon Sphinx, you give me this dumb founded look...like you didn't know that this would happen after a Jack Ass quesiton like that one right there!
LEON! WHEN.....WHEN HAVE I EVER BACKED DOWN!! EVEN WHEN THE SON'S OF BITCHES SAID I COULDN'T BEAT SOMEBODY!...WHEN DID I EVER BACK DOWN?
Leon Sphinx: (very meekly) Ne...ne...never sir.
Johnny Storm: You damn right Never. That sir is exactly how you need to address me you sack of spam sucking trailor park trash, cause you need to show someone like me respect. People always run their mouths...they come into the Federation that Fantastic built...and they run their mouths like I give a shit what they got to say to me. I'm the Gladiator Champion. If you want to make a difference..if you want me to take notice of you...then come do something. Quit opening your fat mouths, and step on down the aile to the ring. Hell...do it tomorrow. I dare you. Take this strap off of my waist, and then....AND ONLY THEN....will I even show the slightest interest. You know what Leon....your ignorance...has allowed me to see a vision. It's beyond Ryosuke Mitsurugi. It's beyond Jonathan/John Lindsey. IT IS BEYOND...THAT WORTHLESS F*CK JIM DAHER! It is beyond.....anyone...and everyone's....CONTROL! CAUSE AFTER INSURRECTION.....EVERY F*CKING BODY...WILL BE...
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF THEIR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!!!
I GUARAN-F*CKING-TEE IT!!!!
::Johnny Storm's face twists angrily, as he stands up, and harshly stalks through the now onlooking crowd around him. Leon Sphinx's eyes advert to the crowd, and then his tape recorder...and he suddenly lets out a loud gasp of air from the sudden fright. As Leon starts to slide out of his chair, a visiable wet spot is seen running down his leg much to the laughter of the crowd. Leon slowly slinks past them....most of them making sure to be out of his way when he passes by. He exits the hotel slowly...and as he does, the same little boy from the pool area see's him. He points wildly, and runs back to get his father. By the time the middle aged man gets to his feet to see what the excitement is about...Leon Sphinx is already out the door. The child once again..left with nothing but a good tongue lashing about morals.
Johnny Storm reaches his hotel room, and swings the door open hurridely, stumbling into the sitting room where a bar is off in the corner. He starts towards the bar, and jerks a bottle of Jack Daniels down from the shelf along with a glass. He pours the brownish liquid into his glass, and then...slams the bottom to the counter top..taking in large amounts of air...tears almost in his eyes. What in the f*ck was happening to him? He drinks the liquid hard, and it burns his throat...slamming him hard with the feeling of alcohol enduced pleasure. What the hell was this feeling inside of his gut?.. What was this that made him completely insane?...what made him want to tear into Ryosuke's heart, and drink the blood? WHAT WAS SO FAMILIAR ABOUT ALL OF THIS.......and then it hits him. Just about the same way the Jack Daniels had done.....it hits him like a bolt of lightening. It feels so good inside of him. Like nothing he had ever felt before. The money was gone...who gives a shit? Redemption was back...who gives a shit? Johnny Storm for the first time in a long time....was alive! And this time...Johnny Storm was going to share this feeling, with every body else. Storm quickly makes his way to the phone, and jerks up the reciever.....dialing the number fast. It doesn't take long before he hears a scruffy voice on the other end of the phone.::
Scruffy Voice: Hello...this is Griff Truxell here...leave your name, number, and the time you called...and I'll get back to you. Unless you are the IRS. Then...you are on your own pal.....and this recording was left by the maid. Uh....yeah...
BEEP!!!
Johnny Storm: It's Johnny Storm baby, It's Mr. Fantastic.....My Number..IS NUMBER ONE....and the time I called is not important....but what is Griff....what is.....I'M BACK! I'M ALIVE....AND THERE'S A NEW WAVE OF VIOLENCE SPREADING ACROSS THE GLADIATOR WRESTLING ASSOCIATION!!....I GOT A FEW MORE PEOPLE TO GET IN ON MY ACTION!!!
::Johnny drops the phone, and hits the reciever button to make sure that he has hung up. He then thumbs through a rolladex he had left near the desk.....and picks up the phone again. With a trademark sarcastic grin, Storm dials a number. Another voice is heard on the other end of the phone, and Storm's eyes are adjusted in an evil demeanor.::
Voice: Hello?
Johnny Storm: How you doing my man....what do you think about causing a little trouble on Insurrection!