Post by Press1269 on Feb 27, 2016 3:39:37 GMT
JULY 11th, 2001
PHOENIX, ARIZONA
AMERICA WEST ARENA
DIRECTLY FOLLOWING INSURRECTION: 11:11p.m.
::Johnny Storm & Eric Rayne remain nose to nose even after the event had cut the cameras. Ryosuke Mitsurugi & Jonathan Lindsey were ready to pounce on Rayne, but were waved off by Storm who was more interested in who in the hell Eric Rayne thought he was. Ryo & Jonathan soon exited the parking lot...as Steven Fury starts to come to. Johnny Storm & Eric Rayne still in each others faces....staring down into each others eyes. Neither of the men would budge, this much was known..however...when Steven Fury did get back to his feet...it was sure that Johnny Storm & He would leave off right where they had started. At each others throats. Eric's eyes waver for a moment, and he looks back to see Fury moving over onto his stomach so that he can get up. He then looks to Storm with a vengefull eye.::
Eric Rayne: Let's go somewhere and talk...we need to discuss my sister!
::The mention of Eric's sister, Scarlett Rayne Sengir, causes Storm to almost whence in pain. He nods, now completely interested in what the buisness man had to say. He & Eric hurridly get out of sight of Fury, who gets up with a ready mouthful of curse words. Fury tears off towards the parking lot doors in search of Storm who was now in a dark part of the parking lot with Eric Rayne. Storm turns to Eric now after Fury disappears behind a door, and develops a sarcastic grin.::
Johnny Storm: So what is all this about? Where is Scarlett?
Eric Rayne: Actually..thats what I was hoping you could tell me...considering you told my fiance, Monica De Lioncourte that she was in Long Island, New York. (if you recall it was the clone made by Redemption: Side Story Bob)
Johnny Storm: (with a look of confusion) I haven't even talked to her since the party in Seattle. What in the hell are you talking about?
Eric Rayne: This letter says otherwise. Now I want to know what in the hell is going on? And I want to know now!
Johnny Storm: (now stepping back into Eric's face) I don't particularly care what in the hell you are talking about. I've been having dreams, and that's about all I've seen of your sister. Here in my head. Before she up and f*cking left me! Who in the hell do you think you are....I'm the Gladiator Champion, and more importantly....I am "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm! I really don't have time for your shit. If you haven't been paying attention..I have a wave of violence to spread throughout this federation...and if you don't watch your ass...you may be next!
Eric Rayne: You listen to me you pompous son of a bitch! You've possiably endangered someone very dear to me...possiably even two...and I want to know what & how do you know about the Left Hand..and what does it have to do with my sister?
Johnny Storm: Those are the people out of my dreams....but I haven't told anyone about that! How could you have known?
Eric Rayne: Well evidently you told Monica...cause she's on her way to Long Island to try and save Scarlett by herself! Do you know what this means? They could both die because of this! Because of you!
Johnny Storm: Now you wait just a minuete you Jackass! I haven't talked to Monica at all tonight. Do you hear me? NONE! You can go off and blame someone else...
Eric Rayne: Then why does this note that I found on my door say otherwise. Monica says right here that this advice & council came straight from you!
Johnny Storm: You know what Eric...I don't know...and I don't really care. The only reason you aren't flat on your back right now is because I've been doing your sister.......but make no mistake about it..if you interfere in anyway with my buisness here in the GWA again..I'm not going to be so kind. Now get the hell out of here....I won't be responsiable for something I didn't even say!
::Johnny Storm turns, and shoves past Eric Rayne who looks to the concrete with an unsure expression. Storm walks towards the door Ryo & Jonathan had went through...and Eric watches him from behind, and he feels the rage inside of him build. This man was pompous beyond even Eric's dreams...and he was responsiable for the entire situation at hand. If Johnny Storm had never danced with Scarlett at that party...She, Jared, and their son Tyler would be one big happy family...and Monica would not be off chasing the dreams of a possiable mad man. Eric angrily paces for a few seconds, as Storm comes closer & closer to the door. He continues this..untill out of the corner something sparks causing his eye to move over to the reflection. A tire iron sits in the back of a jeep, and the window down as if it was planed for Eric to take it. Eric holds the cold steel in his hands, as he looks up to see Storm come to the door. Suddenly Eric Rayne breaks out into a sprint, and as Johnny Storm opens the door..catches him right in the back of the head with the metal object. Storm's knee's buckle out from in under him, and he hits the floor of the arena hard. Eric drops the tire iron, and pulls out his cell phone. It doesn't take long before a black limo pulls up to their area.....and Eric hefts Johnny Storm into the back of it. He then himself climbs in, and the driver speeds off from the parking lot just as Steven Fury is seen returning with Security...still searching for the tratorous Storm. The limo continues on untill finally pulling out in the heavy Phoenix traffic. Destination...the Phoenix International Airport, and then Long Island, New York.::
JULY 12th, 2001
LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK
THE LONG ISLAND BRANCH OF THE LEFT HAND
THE MIGHTY HAVE PREPAIRED: 4:00a.m
::Dr. Montolive watches on as Press stalks back and forth out on the balcony. The leader & founder of the organization known as the Left Hand wasn't sure what to think about him. He was virtually a mystery. Who was he to come in demand the trust of his people? The question wasn't relative though. The only thing that mattered was the fact that he was a deciple sent straight from the sounding angel himself, Redemption, to lead the Left Hand into victory. They were only about an hour away before Press would provide them access to the Legacy House in San Francisco. The house contained two things that were very instrumental to their plans. The Bell of Girardius that has the power to ressurrect the dead, and the five Sepulchers that when lined in the form of a penegram...are the keys to the gates of hell. These were the things needed to bring about the end. To make Dermot Winterdawn empowered by the sounding angel. To make him the most powerful being...to ever walk the earth besides Christ himself.
Press takes a few steps across the balcony..and stops for a short moment. He looks back into the office of Dr. Montolive, and see's the doctor quickly shy away from his glance. Press' lips curl into a smile, and he turns back towards the edge of the balcony. He liked this part of what he was. He liked being in charge. Without anyone daring to question his authority. Right now...his word was law to these people. Press can smell the perfume of Leslie Peterson before she even steps out onto the balcony. It had been a long time since a woman tried to look her best in front of him. He turns slightly, and catches her movements out of the corner of his eye. She stops...as if being spotted by a predator. In most senses of the case....she had been. However, the slight smile that Press gives....eases her mind just a tad. Slowly her defenses drop, and she leans against the balcony, looking out over the Long Island sky.::
Press: It doesn't feel good to be the third wheel does it?
::Leslie looks to the large man, and acts as if she didn't hear the remark. Although..in her mind..she knows that he knows exactly what she's thinking about.::
Leslie Peterson: I don't have a clue as to what you are talking about.
Press: I'm talking about the fact that you got the hots for the antichrist!
::This time Leslie turns completely away from him, and looks down to the grass below. At this point in time...she felt like jumping. Ever since, Scarlett Rayne Sengir, had been brought to the mansion....Dermot had found little to no time for Leslie at all. Why did she feel this way? She was engaged to Joshua Tsabo. She didn't need to think of Dermot that way....but over their span of time together..she had started developing feelings for him. She still wasn't sure whether they were over his personality, or his dashing good looks. However...they were there., and now this man....this stranger....this mystery to the Left Hand....is telling her of her feelings. Leslie turns back to Press now, with a tear rolling down her face.::
Leslie Peterson: Why did he have to bring her here? This doesn't fit in with our plans at all...if nothing else it makes it that much more personal...between the Rayne's & Dr. Montolive.
Press: In the end my dear....all of those people won't matter. You don't matter. Joshua doesn't matter....and the Doctor doesn't matter. The Legacy may try to fight...but they can not stop the prophecy of God! Their service to him, is a monstocity. In his name they work...but in their actions they work against him. I have no compassion for them...and I have no compassion for that bitch down stairs. Do you really want her gone that bad? I can give you the key...I can give you the answer to your prayers. It's all in your answer to this question Leslie. Do you believe in God?
Leslie Peterson: What kind of question is that? I'm here am I not? I'm here to serve. To try and bring about his word.
Press: Is that why you are really here? Or is it because you want DERMOT WINTERDAWN!!
Leslie Peterson: It's Because of God....and his calling.....
::Press moves swiftly over to Leslie, and she feels his grip come around her throat. He lifts her high in the air, and holds her over the side of the balcony. Her feet dangle...and she would let out a scream...if only her vocal chords weren't being subdued. Press looks to her with anger filled eyes, and acts as if he may allow her to slip.::
Press: You can lie to yourself Leslie...BUT DON'T LIE TO ME! DON'T LIE TO GOD!!
Leslie Peterson: (crying now and through whispered breath) I.....love......Dermot.
::Suddenly Press' grip lightens, but not enough to allow the young lady to drop. He brings her back over to the other side of the balcony...and sets her down in a seat. He then paces in front of her cowering form. He looks out upon the horizen once again.::
Press: You see the threat before you Leslie. You see what she's doing. She's taking his attention....his love away from you. You have to take it back.
Leslie Peterson: (for the first time, wtih understanding in her voice) Yes. I have to get that bitch!
Press: And what better way to get her than by killing her (very mockingly) bestest...dearest....friend.
::Leslie's eyes flare open, as Press contains a smooth calm smile. Leslie looks to him....the words dripping from his mouth. She sees what he's doing...and she knows that it's wrong. But she likes it so much. The thought of Scarlett Rayne Sengir's heart exploding at the news of her best friend's demise...caused Leslie to feel warmth. Leslie looks to Press with a questioning glance now. How...and when...could she find this best friend.::
Leslie Peterson: How am I supposed to know who this person is? Where, and when would I even have the oppurtunity to find them? Easier said than done M'lord.
Press: (with a devious smile) What if I told you, that right now.....this person is on her way to Long Island. What if I told you...that she is on her way here. I have forseen it. Her name is Monica....Monica De Lioncourte, and this is the person that you must strike down. For Dermot. For the Left Hand. For GOD!
Leslie Peterson: Yes.....Yes. I will do these things. I will kill that bitch, and I will take back Dermot's love. I will show Joshua that I can handle myself....and that I am useful to this organization.
Press: Are you ready to face your fears Leslie? Are you ready to face God?
Leslie Peterson: I will be....(whisper)I will be.
::Now with new determination in her step, Leslie Peterson stands, and starts out the door. Press watches her as she moves......and a grin comes across his face. He knew the future....He knew what lie ahead. All that mattered was God's work. And however it was done....was of no consequence...as long as it got done. Press turns back to the scenery of Long Island, New York's flashing lights, and takes in a deep breath of satisfaction.::
JULY 12th, 2001
LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK
THE LONG ISLAND BRANCH OF THE LEFT HAND
THE MIGHTY DEPART: 4:55a.m.
::The scene within the hour, had changed. Rather than everyone off unto their own rooms, thinking about what was about to occur...they were gathered all together within one of the main rooms of the mansion. Press was there standing in front of them, and all members of the Left Hand had made their own judgements about him.....they still were going to follow his lead. Dr. Montolive had told Joshua Tsabo before this meeting occured, that he should do whatever the large man said. This made Joshua very uneasy however. Who was this man who was suddenly in charge of everything? Tsabo didn't like it, he didn't like it one bit...but that would not change the fact that he would do what he was told. The only person who was not present however, was Scarlett Rayne Sengir the newest member of the Left Hand. The ex-Legacy Member had been recruited by none other than the antichrist himself, Dermot Winterdawn. Now everything was in order, and it was time for the Left Hand to invade The Legacy...and obtain the objects that they needed to make all of this right.::
Press: Are the two of you ready...
::Joshua Tsabo & Andrew Kensing exchange a worried glance, but both nod none the less. Press nods, and turns to Dr. Montolive.::
Press: I need you to clear everyone out of here....this needs to be dealt with very delicately. Some things.....your crew doesn't need to see.
::The Doctor nods not fully understanding this approach, but does what he's told. It's something he is not used to, but something that he knows he must do. The people file out of the room, and their buisness goes on elsewhere as Press turns to the two men.::
Press: This is going to be very odd for you two..but don't worry...it all passes in time. You may even get used to it...if you live that long.
::Press holds his hands out in front of him, and they begin to glow a bright white color...and it appears that the light begins to fill the area right in front of him. The plasma type phenomenon that comes through his hands spreads across the wall, and suddenly a bright flash of light shoots into the room from the form of a portal. Kensing & Tsabo give each other another glance, and Press motions for them to step through. Kensing steps forward, and pulls out a 45 calibur pistol...ready for anything that may be on the other side. He then takes a step into the bright light, causing him to disappear into what seem's to be nothingness. Josh Tsabo gives Press a look of fear, but he gets an expression of comfort in return. This eases Josh for the moment, and he takes the step himself to be enveloped by the bright light. Soon all that is left is Press, the desciple of Redemption. Press turns to look back over the house before he steps through the portal. Just as he gets one foot in, he looks out through the doorway, and there he see's Monica De Lioncourte sneaking across the far wall. A devious smile crosses his face as he disappears, and the portal closes behind him. Monica suddenly bursts into the room, the portal already closed....she looks around for the voices that she thought she had just heard from within the room. What was this..a trick of the mind. Did someone already know that she was here, sneaking around in search of Scarlett Rayne Sengir...her best friend, and Eric Rayne's sister. Mist rises from the spot where the portal once was, and this catches the eye of the beautiful Monica De Lioncourte. She steps over to the area, and her eyes narrow in on the mysterious mist that rises from the floor. Suddenly, and out of no where, A hand is clasped around Monica's mouth. A knife up to her throat. Monica's eyes show fear, as Leslie Peterson brings her lips up to Monica's ears.::
Leslie Peterson: It's just like he said.....For Dermot..For God....You...MUST DIE!!
(FOR THE REST OF THIS STORY, READ SCARLETT RAYNE SENGIR'S UPCOMING RP)
JULY 12th, 2001
SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA
THE SAN FRANCISCO BRANCH OF THE LEGACY
THE MIGHTY HAVE ARRIVED: 2:00a.m.
::The basement of the Legacy house. This is where everything needed to bring about the destruction of the world is stored. Suddenly a bright light fills the dank dark corridors of the basement's shadows....and suddenly a portal opens up right smack dab in the middle of a wall. Within moments Andrew Kensing, Joshua Tsabo, and Press are standing on the outside edge of the huge storeroom. There are several small trinquets through out the room, but these do not concern the men. They are here after six very destinct objects...and they weren't in this part of the basement. They were through the 16 inch thick titanium vault door at the other end of the room. Without even bothering with the camera & security systems of the basement...Press stalks over to the large door. Soon enough however, a loud buzzing sound rings through out the mansion above. Andrew Kensing wildly jumps in front of Press, as Josh Tsabo drops down to his knees in front of the number based code lock system. He places the high tech goggles he had brought along with him upon his head, and switches on a light. The sound of footsteps can be heard rummaging down the long stairwell. Press the invinciable, stands in front of Tsabo as Andrew Kensing takes cover behind a crate...aiming the 45. calibur pistol he had brought along with him towards the doorway leading to the stairwell. The first man to pass through the archway is shot & dead before he can fully make it into the cramped space. Joshua Tsabo's palms begin to sweat as he manuevers his fingers delicately across the numbers where the fingerprints are shown. Several shots are fired into the corridor by Kensing, and the heavily armed guards show no sign of trying to make a break through the doorway into the aim of the deadly shot. That is of coarse untill the hand gun runs out of bullets...at which time Andrew ducks down behind a crate, and begins to reload. Three guards rush into the room, and open fire towards Press who absorbs the blows. He grins widely as the bullets bounce and ricochet off. He begins to stalk forward as the M-16 rounds move against his body. He walks all the way up to one of the young men who stands there with an amazed look upon his face. Press reaches in under the gun, and jerks the magazine completely out of the chamber...causing the gun to sparatically discharge black powder back into the young man's eyes. He reaches up with a yelp, but it is short lived, as Press throws a devestating punch square to his chest causing his cavity to sink deep within his rib cage. The other men stop their ammunitions towards Press, as they watch on in horror as he turns towards them. Their friend hits the floor, blood pouring out of his mouth all over the place...spurtting out in short breaths. They throw their guns down to the ground, and hold their hands up in submission...but as Press' eyes glow red...they know that they are already dead. Joshua Tsabo suddenly lets out a loud growl, and throws the high-tech goggles down to the floor. Press turns back to him, the two guards head securely in his fist...detached from their body's.::
Press: What in the hell is wrong with you?
Joshua Tsabo: The damn lock won't break...I don't know what I can do.
Press: Oh...that's all.
::Press drops the two heads as they roll off out of the way. He then stalks towards the large Titanium door, and without even missing a step, throws his fist out causing the door to come completely off of it's hinges. Andrew & Joshua give each other a wide eyed look, but then quickly gather up their stuff, and skip over top of the vault door. And why shouldn't they be happy...Press was on their side. The sound of more soldiers of the Legacy can be heard coming down the stairs, and Press turns with a half smile cocked in their direction.::
Press: Go find what we came for....I'll take care of these guys!
::Press bundles off with a war cry back towards the door leading up the stairs, and Joshua Tsabo & Andrew Kensing begin rummaging through the crates down in this top secret area of the Legacy's safe house. It doesn't take them long to find the first item on their agenda. The Bell of Girardius is noticed by Joshua Tsabo first, and the two men suddenly become very excited as they uncover the rest of the large bell within a crate. Joshua pulls the bell free from it's straw surrounding, and slides it down into his leather bag at his side. The two men then hurridely start towards the back of the large room full of artifacts, in search of the five chests that will cause the gates of hell to open. The Sepulchers. About this time, Press steps back into the room...and looks about at the muggy smelling antiques. He shakes his head, as he starts towards the two men at the end uncovering crates & tarp covered items.::
Press: You mean to tell me while I was killing ten more guards..you haven't found what we're looking for yet?
Joshua Tsabo: Well It's not like they stand out!
Press: (looking towards a particular wall with glowing red eyes) Say's you......there's my bitch.
::Press steps over to the wall, and hefts several crates out of the way. He then with a singular savait kick, nocks the wall in on itself revealing a hidden room. Joshua Tsabo climbs up and over the bricks into the musty smelling room. He looks about, and pulls out a few tarps covering something within the center of the room.......and there they are. The ancient wood rithes as the light hits it once again after all these years. All five chests sit side by side on the floor. Press smiles evily, as Joshua waves Andrew over to help him get the chests out of the tiny room. The sudden sound of a 12 gauge pump action shot-gun being cocked, brings all three men's attention over to the fallen vault door. There stands Brandon Kayros & Guy McDonald, Brandon with cigarette in hand....and Guy with the shot-gun pointed right at Joshua Tsabo's head.::
Press: Do you guys want to take a look around, and tell me one thing? Do you honestly think you can do anything to me when they couldn't?
Guy McDonald: *with a sneer) Well if'n you think that we're going to let you just waltz in our own damn house....and tap dance on our asses....take our prized possessions...then you damn right, we think we can do something!
::Brandon Kayros' eyes wander down to an object by the vault door, and Press follows his eyes. A large cross lay there..the powers of the artifact unsure to Press...but by the way Brandon was eye balling it...it couldn't be good. With a sudden burst of speed Press charges towards the two men in the door way. Guy fires the shot towards Joshua's head, but Press raises his fist, and swings it hitting the bullet...sending it right back into Guy McDonald's arm. Guy yells out in pain, as Brandon reaches down quckly for the cross.....he finds Press' foot over top of it instead. Brandon looks up fearfully, and Press allows a soft smile.::
Press: Don't worry....it won't hurt....much.
::With that he grabs Brandon up around the throat, and then hoists him by his thigh with the other hand above his head. He then pushes upwards with all his might sending Brandon right up through the floor of the mansion. A few seconds pass before the thud from up above of Brandon's body finally landing on the floor can be heard. Press smirks, as he steps back out into the smaller section of the basement. He opens his hands, and just like before a bright plasma like portal opens...and Joshua Tsabo & Andrew Kensing fight to get all five chests into the portal. As the two normal men disappear within the brightness....Press steps over to a shiny object upon the floor. He reaches down scooping up what appears to be a key in his hand. He smiles softly, and then walks towards the portal...stuffing the key into his pocket before disappearing within the light himself. The room drips with the blood of others....Guy McDonald grunting loudly as he crawls towards the steps to check on his friend Brandon Kayros upstairs....but more importantly...trying his best to make it to the phone, and alert the rest of the Legacy Members...that their situation just got a hell of a lot worse!::
JULY 12th, 2001
LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK
THE LONG ISLAND BRANCH HOUSE OF THE LEFT HAND
MIRROR IMAGE: 4:35a.m.
::Johnny Storm awakens from a headache enduced daze. His eyes are out of focus, and he is unsure of his surroundings. All he knows is that it is dark...and he feels like someone has just struck him in the back of the head. And why did he feel so confined. Johnny Storm's eyes become a little more focused, and he looks around his surroundings for a better over view. He finds that he is bound by a sturdy tied rope, and he is in the back of some sort of van. He squirms, but the ropes are very secure. His mind wanders now...and he tries to think back as to what might have happened to him. One thing comes to mind....::
Johnny Storm: (in the form of a whisper)Eric Rayne...
::Storm's lip curls into disgust, as he pulls & jerks at the tight ropes. Luckily Storm had been through training to get out of such a situation on more than one occasion..so as he twists and curls...the ropes become looser & looser, and finally he is free of it's confines. He starts towards the back door of the van, and angrily stumbles out onto a asphault driveway. He spins around looking at his surroundings...unsure of where he is....but somehow seeing it as familiar. He starts out from behind the van, and looks up at the large mansion out in front of him. It was from his dream. Storm slowly walks out onto the front lawn, an bewilderedly closes his eyes...and then opens them to take another look. The mansion is still there however, and this causes Storm to be in a complete state of confusion. As Storm starts towards the house, he see's a figure pass by a window....It was Scarlett! Scarlett was here....just like in his dream! Storm quickly breaks out in a sprint, but before he can get far....he is tripped up by an unseen object. He rolls over to look..and there stands his mirror image. The dark stranger with Storm's features moves causing his long trench coat to flap in an unseen wind. Storm quickly gets up to his feet....as the clone smiles back at him.::
Johnny Storm: You tried to take away my life.....you took my money.....where do you come from?
Clone: I think you know.....
::The darker version of Storm smiles deviously, as the whispering sound of Redemption rings out through the night air. Storm looks about himself as a breeze passes by and around him...it is an un-natural breeze. Something was not right about the sudden burst of cool air. The reason is apparant as Storm turns to look behind him, and he finds a ready fist awaiting him. He reckognizes the young man who has hit him as he hits the ground. Storm looks up at the two men not believing his eyes.::
::Flaming Youth....he was supposed to be dead..along with Press & Tammy Linn Sinch. They were from the TCWF...nearly two years from Johnny Storm's past...but here he was. Standing before him...eyes glowing red. My god....Redemption was alive...and the dreams were true! This is the last thing that Johnny Storm see's in front of him, before a well placed boot to the forehead knocks him unconscious one more time.::
JULY 17th, 2001
ALBERQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO
THE RAMADA INN
PENTHOUSE SUITE: 9:00p.m.
::Johnny Storm's eyes slowly open once again....his eyes out of focus..the smell of Scarlett Rayne Sengir lingers all over the room. He snaps up quickly, looking about his surroundings. No mansion, no Flameing Youth, no clone.....it was a dream....but....Scarlett. She was there...again. What was going on....what was happening..and how was he going to handle this for Insurrection. Speaking of...what day was it. Storm looks over to the counter where his bag is unopened, with a calander sticking out of the side. He stalks over there with a still confused look upon his face, and he looks down at the calander to find the date. His eyes buldge nearly out of his head as he see's that nearly a full week has passed since he had been returned to the world. What in the hell was going on. A loud knock comes to his door that causes Storm to nearly jump out of his skin, and he slowly makes his way over to the door. He takes a vase around the handle....and holds it high as he unlocks the door....and swings it open angrily. Ross Bobby nearly pisses himself as he see's Storm there poised to strike before him. He holds his hands out in a desperate attempt to save his own ass...but Storm slowly allows the vase to drop back down at his side. He sets the vase down, and stumbles over to the counter to pour himself a drink. Ross Bobby shows himself in, pulling out his camera...and setting it up without even saying a word to Storm.::
Ross Bobby: Jesus..You look awful.
Johnny Storm: (looking at Bobby with disgust) So I look like you then....great...just great!
Ross Bobby: You sure you want to do this...I mean...Steven's pissed at you already..he wants a damn interview out of you...and he want's to know why you aren't ready for your match?
Johnny Storm: Just roll the camera numb nuts...I'll do the rest..
Ross Bobby: (hitting the on button on the camera with an "ok ass" expression) Hello fans, this is Ross Bobby..and I'm here with "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm....the Gladiator Champion. Now Johnny...you haven't been around for the past couple of days....where have you been, and why?
Johnny Storm: (totally disgusted) PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!! JUST RELATIVE QUESTIONS!!!
Ross Bobby: Ok...how about this one...what do you think about your upcoming opponent for this Inssurrection?
Johnny Storm: Well..it would probably help if I knew who I was wrestling..
Ross Bobby: You Don't know? What in the..(Ross shuts his hole as he see's a viscious glance from Storm) Um...Goliath.
Johnny Storm: (with a look of amazement) PERFECT!! Just F*cking PERFECT!! I come back from partying just for a little while...AND I GET STUCK WITH GOLIATH TO PAMPER AT INSURRECTION!! PERFECT STEVEN!! PERFECT!! YOU WANTED TO KNOW WHY I TURNED ON YOU!! YOU ARE A F*CKING MORON!!! Jesus...you would think that some of these jackasses would get a clue! Just one. That's all I need...just one sign that you numb nutted bastards aren't just letting the words fall into one ear, and right out of the other. I mean...how many times do I have to job this big, goofy, out of shape, piece of spam sucking trailor park trash! This is the third time Ross...THE THIRD TIME!! WHY!! WHY!! WHY!!!
Ross Bobby: (completely stunned) I..I don't know...
Johnny Storm: THAT'S WHY YOU ARE JUST ANOTHER MORON!!! GOD DAMN IT!! Well let's look at the odds for good ole' Goliath! I beat his ass for the Maximus Title....he gets a rematch for the Gladiator Title....I BEAT HIS ASS ROSS!! What else do I have to do? HUH? What do I have to do just to keep from kicking the same old ass night after night! Do you people out there..YOU fans actually enjoy this? TO see a man put in a situation that he can not possiably handle...without the help of the entire F*cking ROSTER!! Nikki Silver..you heard it..you heard it..come get me boy! You come and get me...and tell me that you are going to censor me!! I dare you boy..cause I don't care what you may think you have done in your past....It is nothing compared to my future! I am the star of this federation, I am the burning candle in a perverbial dark room..and this wednsday will be no different!
Now Goliath is going to come out here and try and bully me around...he is going to try and run his mouth about how he was screwed. He's probably even going to ask pointers from some of my old enemies...and you know what Goliath...that's cool. But you don't have a chance in hell of taking this Gladiator Strap from around my waist! You don't have the guts....You don't have the talent...You don't have anything that it takes to get this belt! You are out classed pal, and I'll tell you what....anyone, anytime, anywhere...that's what I said when it came to defending this title...and I mean it. So if that's what they want...then that's what they'll get!! Goliath...you are stepping into another ratings ploy. If people didn't like seeing me beat your ass so much...we wouldn't be in this match at all. You sure as hell aren't the number one contendor...let alone worthy enough to step in the ring with an athelete of my calibur. That's right...ATHELETE!! A word that you can only use when you have an itch on your foot!
Goliath..it's time pal. It's time for one more dance.....and I'm the lord of that dance, and I'm not talking that River Shit either! I am going to do one better Goliath...I'm not just going to beat you...I am going to shock you! I am going to make you believe that you've actually got a chance in hell of beating me...and then I'm gong to take it away from you. Snatch it up like candy from a baby...and at the end of all of this...I am gonig to not just leave you on the mat, giving you a chance to get back up for more.....I'm going to leave you for dead. DEAD! And you Goliath...are going to be just like all the rest..
FACE DOWN..
ASS UP..
IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!!
Goliath..I am so sick of seeing you in the GWA, that I am willing to put this title on the line one more time just to rid the federation of you. Please....JUST ONCE IN YOUR LIFE!! DO SOMETHING WORTH WHILE!! Do not come to the ring expecting victory...come with you tail between your legs, just like the bitch that you are..AND MAKE NO MISTAKE!! EVERYONE OF YOU AND YOUR BAD INFLUENCE WHORES...ARE MY BITCHES!! And tomorrow night Goliath....you will be taught why I have the most Fantastic Body, the Most Fantastic face, and why I have Gladiator Gold around my Fantastic waist....see you in the ring Big Daddy Sad. NOW GET THE HELL OUT!!
::There is fire in Storm's eyes as Ross Bobby nearly trips over himself trying to get at his equipment. A few moments later and He is gone....leaving Johnny Storm in silence. Storm runs his hands through his thick black hair...and looks around...bags in under his eyes from the though of to much sleep...something that Johnny Storm thought he'ld never get. But with all these knock out blows...Johnny Storm is not even close to being rested. Storm sits back on his bar stool, drinking slowly from the bottle of Jack Daniels that he has pulled down for himself. His eyes are wary...and he fears concussion from all of the knock out blows. This is not what he needs gonig into a Gladiator Title match....a cage match no less by the looks of this paper that Ross Bobby left behind. Storm's eyes sink closed, and he looks out towards the open kitchen. HIs dreams had cost him this time...but what. What sense of loss did he have in his heart, and why was Scarlett Rayne's smell all over this room. The answers weren't going to come to him...not tonight. The best thing for him to do now..is nurse his Jack Daniels. Nurse his Jack & wait........for what...he didn't know.::
PHOENIX, ARIZONA
AMERICA WEST ARENA
DIRECTLY FOLLOWING INSURRECTION: 11:11p.m.
::Johnny Storm & Eric Rayne remain nose to nose even after the event had cut the cameras. Ryosuke Mitsurugi & Jonathan Lindsey were ready to pounce on Rayne, but were waved off by Storm who was more interested in who in the hell Eric Rayne thought he was. Ryo & Jonathan soon exited the parking lot...as Steven Fury starts to come to. Johnny Storm & Eric Rayne still in each others faces....staring down into each others eyes. Neither of the men would budge, this much was known..however...when Steven Fury did get back to his feet...it was sure that Johnny Storm & He would leave off right where they had started. At each others throats. Eric's eyes waver for a moment, and he looks back to see Fury moving over onto his stomach so that he can get up. He then looks to Storm with a vengefull eye.::
Eric Rayne: Let's go somewhere and talk...we need to discuss my sister!
::The mention of Eric's sister, Scarlett Rayne Sengir, causes Storm to almost whence in pain. He nods, now completely interested in what the buisness man had to say. He & Eric hurridly get out of sight of Fury, who gets up with a ready mouthful of curse words. Fury tears off towards the parking lot doors in search of Storm who was now in a dark part of the parking lot with Eric Rayne. Storm turns to Eric now after Fury disappears behind a door, and develops a sarcastic grin.::
Johnny Storm: So what is all this about? Where is Scarlett?
Eric Rayne: Actually..thats what I was hoping you could tell me...considering you told my fiance, Monica De Lioncourte that she was in Long Island, New York. (if you recall it was the clone made by Redemption: Side Story Bob)
Johnny Storm: (with a look of confusion) I haven't even talked to her since the party in Seattle. What in the hell are you talking about?
Eric Rayne: This letter says otherwise. Now I want to know what in the hell is going on? And I want to know now!
Johnny Storm: (now stepping back into Eric's face) I don't particularly care what in the hell you are talking about. I've been having dreams, and that's about all I've seen of your sister. Here in my head. Before she up and f*cking left me! Who in the hell do you think you are....I'm the Gladiator Champion, and more importantly....I am "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm! I really don't have time for your shit. If you haven't been paying attention..I have a wave of violence to spread throughout this federation...and if you don't watch your ass...you may be next!
Eric Rayne: You listen to me you pompous son of a bitch! You've possiably endangered someone very dear to me...possiably even two...and I want to know what & how do you know about the Left Hand..and what does it have to do with my sister?
Johnny Storm: Those are the people out of my dreams....but I haven't told anyone about that! How could you have known?
Eric Rayne: Well evidently you told Monica...cause she's on her way to Long Island to try and save Scarlett by herself! Do you know what this means? They could both die because of this! Because of you!
Johnny Storm: Now you wait just a minuete you Jackass! I haven't talked to Monica at all tonight. Do you hear me? NONE! You can go off and blame someone else...
Eric Rayne: Then why does this note that I found on my door say otherwise. Monica says right here that this advice & council came straight from you!
Johnny Storm: You know what Eric...I don't know...and I don't really care. The only reason you aren't flat on your back right now is because I've been doing your sister.......but make no mistake about it..if you interfere in anyway with my buisness here in the GWA again..I'm not going to be so kind. Now get the hell out of here....I won't be responsiable for something I didn't even say!
::Johnny Storm turns, and shoves past Eric Rayne who looks to the concrete with an unsure expression. Storm walks towards the door Ryo & Jonathan had went through...and Eric watches him from behind, and he feels the rage inside of him build. This man was pompous beyond even Eric's dreams...and he was responsiable for the entire situation at hand. If Johnny Storm had never danced with Scarlett at that party...She, Jared, and their son Tyler would be one big happy family...and Monica would not be off chasing the dreams of a possiable mad man. Eric angrily paces for a few seconds, as Storm comes closer & closer to the door. He continues this..untill out of the corner something sparks causing his eye to move over to the reflection. A tire iron sits in the back of a jeep, and the window down as if it was planed for Eric to take it. Eric holds the cold steel in his hands, as he looks up to see Storm come to the door. Suddenly Eric Rayne breaks out into a sprint, and as Johnny Storm opens the door..catches him right in the back of the head with the metal object. Storm's knee's buckle out from in under him, and he hits the floor of the arena hard. Eric drops the tire iron, and pulls out his cell phone. It doesn't take long before a black limo pulls up to their area.....and Eric hefts Johnny Storm into the back of it. He then himself climbs in, and the driver speeds off from the parking lot just as Steven Fury is seen returning with Security...still searching for the tratorous Storm. The limo continues on untill finally pulling out in the heavy Phoenix traffic. Destination...the Phoenix International Airport, and then Long Island, New York.::
JULY 12th, 2001
LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK
THE LONG ISLAND BRANCH OF THE LEFT HAND
THE MIGHTY HAVE PREPAIRED: 4:00a.m
::Dr. Montolive watches on as Press stalks back and forth out on the balcony. The leader & founder of the organization known as the Left Hand wasn't sure what to think about him. He was virtually a mystery. Who was he to come in demand the trust of his people? The question wasn't relative though. The only thing that mattered was the fact that he was a deciple sent straight from the sounding angel himself, Redemption, to lead the Left Hand into victory. They were only about an hour away before Press would provide them access to the Legacy House in San Francisco. The house contained two things that were very instrumental to their plans. The Bell of Girardius that has the power to ressurrect the dead, and the five Sepulchers that when lined in the form of a penegram...are the keys to the gates of hell. These were the things needed to bring about the end. To make Dermot Winterdawn empowered by the sounding angel. To make him the most powerful being...to ever walk the earth besides Christ himself.
Press takes a few steps across the balcony..and stops for a short moment. He looks back into the office of Dr. Montolive, and see's the doctor quickly shy away from his glance. Press' lips curl into a smile, and he turns back towards the edge of the balcony. He liked this part of what he was. He liked being in charge. Without anyone daring to question his authority. Right now...his word was law to these people. Press can smell the perfume of Leslie Peterson before she even steps out onto the balcony. It had been a long time since a woman tried to look her best in front of him. He turns slightly, and catches her movements out of the corner of his eye. She stops...as if being spotted by a predator. In most senses of the case....she had been. However, the slight smile that Press gives....eases her mind just a tad. Slowly her defenses drop, and she leans against the balcony, looking out over the Long Island sky.::
Press: It doesn't feel good to be the third wheel does it?
::Leslie looks to the large man, and acts as if she didn't hear the remark. Although..in her mind..she knows that he knows exactly what she's thinking about.::
Leslie Peterson: I don't have a clue as to what you are talking about.
Press: I'm talking about the fact that you got the hots for the antichrist!
::This time Leslie turns completely away from him, and looks down to the grass below. At this point in time...she felt like jumping. Ever since, Scarlett Rayne Sengir, had been brought to the mansion....Dermot had found little to no time for Leslie at all. Why did she feel this way? She was engaged to Joshua Tsabo. She didn't need to think of Dermot that way....but over their span of time together..she had started developing feelings for him. She still wasn't sure whether they were over his personality, or his dashing good looks. However...they were there., and now this man....this stranger....this mystery to the Left Hand....is telling her of her feelings. Leslie turns back to Press now, with a tear rolling down her face.::
Leslie Peterson: Why did he have to bring her here? This doesn't fit in with our plans at all...if nothing else it makes it that much more personal...between the Rayne's & Dr. Montolive.
Press: In the end my dear....all of those people won't matter. You don't matter. Joshua doesn't matter....and the Doctor doesn't matter. The Legacy may try to fight...but they can not stop the prophecy of God! Their service to him, is a monstocity. In his name they work...but in their actions they work against him. I have no compassion for them...and I have no compassion for that bitch down stairs. Do you really want her gone that bad? I can give you the key...I can give you the answer to your prayers. It's all in your answer to this question Leslie. Do you believe in God?
Leslie Peterson: What kind of question is that? I'm here am I not? I'm here to serve. To try and bring about his word.
Press: Is that why you are really here? Or is it because you want DERMOT WINTERDAWN!!
Leslie Peterson: It's Because of God....and his calling.....
::Press moves swiftly over to Leslie, and she feels his grip come around her throat. He lifts her high in the air, and holds her over the side of the balcony. Her feet dangle...and she would let out a scream...if only her vocal chords weren't being subdued. Press looks to her with anger filled eyes, and acts as if he may allow her to slip.::
Press: You can lie to yourself Leslie...BUT DON'T LIE TO ME! DON'T LIE TO GOD!!
Leslie Peterson: (crying now and through whispered breath) I.....love......Dermot.
::Suddenly Press' grip lightens, but not enough to allow the young lady to drop. He brings her back over to the other side of the balcony...and sets her down in a seat. He then paces in front of her cowering form. He looks out upon the horizen once again.::
Press: You see the threat before you Leslie. You see what she's doing. She's taking his attention....his love away from you. You have to take it back.
Leslie Peterson: (for the first time, wtih understanding in her voice) Yes. I have to get that bitch!
Press: And what better way to get her than by killing her (very mockingly) bestest...dearest....friend.
::Leslie's eyes flare open, as Press contains a smooth calm smile. Leslie looks to him....the words dripping from his mouth. She sees what he's doing...and she knows that it's wrong. But she likes it so much. The thought of Scarlett Rayne Sengir's heart exploding at the news of her best friend's demise...caused Leslie to feel warmth. Leslie looks to Press with a questioning glance now. How...and when...could she find this best friend.::
Leslie Peterson: How am I supposed to know who this person is? Where, and when would I even have the oppurtunity to find them? Easier said than done M'lord.
Press: (with a devious smile) What if I told you, that right now.....this person is on her way to Long Island. What if I told you...that she is on her way here. I have forseen it. Her name is Monica....Monica De Lioncourte, and this is the person that you must strike down. For Dermot. For the Left Hand. For GOD!
Leslie Peterson: Yes.....Yes. I will do these things. I will kill that bitch, and I will take back Dermot's love. I will show Joshua that I can handle myself....and that I am useful to this organization.
Press: Are you ready to face your fears Leslie? Are you ready to face God?
Leslie Peterson: I will be....(whisper)I will be.
::Now with new determination in her step, Leslie Peterson stands, and starts out the door. Press watches her as she moves......and a grin comes across his face. He knew the future....He knew what lie ahead. All that mattered was God's work. And however it was done....was of no consequence...as long as it got done. Press turns back to the scenery of Long Island, New York's flashing lights, and takes in a deep breath of satisfaction.::
JULY 12th, 2001
LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK
THE LONG ISLAND BRANCH OF THE LEFT HAND
THE MIGHTY DEPART: 4:55a.m.
::The scene within the hour, had changed. Rather than everyone off unto their own rooms, thinking about what was about to occur...they were gathered all together within one of the main rooms of the mansion. Press was there standing in front of them, and all members of the Left Hand had made their own judgements about him.....they still were going to follow his lead. Dr. Montolive had told Joshua Tsabo before this meeting occured, that he should do whatever the large man said. This made Joshua very uneasy however. Who was this man who was suddenly in charge of everything? Tsabo didn't like it, he didn't like it one bit...but that would not change the fact that he would do what he was told. The only person who was not present however, was Scarlett Rayne Sengir the newest member of the Left Hand. The ex-Legacy Member had been recruited by none other than the antichrist himself, Dermot Winterdawn. Now everything was in order, and it was time for the Left Hand to invade The Legacy...and obtain the objects that they needed to make all of this right.::
Press: Are the two of you ready...
::Joshua Tsabo & Andrew Kensing exchange a worried glance, but both nod none the less. Press nods, and turns to Dr. Montolive.::
Press: I need you to clear everyone out of here....this needs to be dealt with very delicately. Some things.....your crew doesn't need to see.
::The Doctor nods not fully understanding this approach, but does what he's told. It's something he is not used to, but something that he knows he must do. The people file out of the room, and their buisness goes on elsewhere as Press turns to the two men.::
Press: This is going to be very odd for you two..but don't worry...it all passes in time. You may even get used to it...if you live that long.
::Press holds his hands out in front of him, and they begin to glow a bright white color...and it appears that the light begins to fill the area right in front of him. The plasma type phenomenon that comes through his hands spreads across the wall, and suddenly a bright flash of light shoots into the room from the form of a portal. Kensing & Tsabo give each other another glance, and Press motions for them to step through. Kensing steps forward, and pulls out a 45 calibur pistol...ready for anything that may be on the other side. He then takes a step into the bright light, causing him to disappear into what seem's to be nothingness. Josh Tsabo gives Press a look of fear, but he gets an expression of comfort in return. This eases Josh for the moment, and he takes the step himself to be enveloped by the bright light. Soon all that is left is Press, the desciple of Redemption. Press turns to look back over the house before he steps through the portal. Just as he gets one foot in, he looks out through the doorway, and there he see's Monica De Lioncourte sneaking across the far wall. A devious smile crosses his face as he disappears, and the portal closes behind him. Monica suddenly bursts into the room, the portal already closed....she looks around for the voices that she thought she had just heard from within the room. What was this..a trick of the mind. Did someone already know that she was here, sneaking around in search of Scarlett Rayne Sengir...her best friend, and Eric Rayne's sister. Mist rises from the spot where the portal once was, and this catches the eye of the beautiful Monica De Lioncourte. She steps over to the area, and her eyes narrow in on the mysterious mist that rises from the floor. Suddenly, and out of no where, A hand is clasped around Monica's mouth. A knife up to her throat. Monica's eyes show fear, as Leslie Peterson brings her lips up to Monica's ears.::
Leslie Peterson: It's just like he said.....For Dermot..For God....You...MUST DIE!!
(FOR THE REST OF THIS STORY, READ SCARLETT RAYNE SENGIR'S UPCOMING RP)
JULY 12th, 2001
SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA
THE SAN FRANCISCO BRANCH OF THE LEGACY
THE MIGHTY HAVE ARRIVED: 2:00a.m.
::The basement of the Legacy house. This is where everything needed to bring about the destruction of the world is stored. Suddenly a bright light fills the dank dark corridors of the basement's shadows....and suddenly a portal opens up right smack dab in the middle of a wall. Within moments Andrew Kensing, Joshua Tsabo, and Press are standing on the outside edge of the huge storeroom. There are several small trinquets through out the room, but these do not concern the men. They are here after six very destinct objects...and they weren't in this part of the basement. They were through the 16 inch thick titanium vault door at the other end of the room. Without even bothering with the camera & security systems of the basement...Press stalks over to the large door. Soon enough however, a loud buzzing sound rings through out the mansion above. Andrew Kensing wildly jumps in front of Press, as Josh Tsabo drops down to his knees in front of the number based code lock system. He places the high tech goggles he had brought along with him upon his head, and switches on a light. The sound of footsteps can be heard rummaging down the long stairwell. Press the invinciable, stands in front of Tsabo as Andrew Kensing takes cover behind a crate...aiming the 45. calibur pistol he had brought along with him towards the doorway leading to the stairwell. The first man to pass through the archway is shot & dead before he can fully make it into the cramped space. Joshua Tsabo's palms begin to sweat as he manuevers his fingers delicately across the numbers where the fingerprints are shown. Several shots are fired into the corridor by Kensing, and the heavily armed guards show no sign of trying to make a break through the doorway into the aim of the deadly shot. That is of coarse untill the hand gun runs out of bullets...at which time Andrew ducks down behind a crate, and begins to reload. Three guards rush into the room, and open fire towards Press who absorbs the blows. He grins widely as the bullets bounce and ricochet off. He begins to stalk forward as the M-16 rounds move against his body. He walks all the way up to one of the young men who stands there with an amazed look upon his face. Press reaches in under the gun, and jerks the magazine completely out of the chamber...causing the gun to sparatically discharge black powder back into the young man's eyes. He reaches up with a yelp, but it is short lived, as Press throws a devestating punch square to his chest causing his cavity to sink deep within his rib cage. The other men stop their ammunitions towards Press, as they watch on in horror as he turns towards them. Their friend hits the floor, blood pouring out of his mouth all over the place...spurtting out in short breaths. They throw their guns down to the ground, and hold their hands up in submission...but as Press' eyes glow red...they know that they are already dead. Joshua Tsabo suddenly lets out a loud growl, and throws the high-tech goggles down to the floor. Press turns back to him, the two guards head securely in his fist...detached from their body's.::
Press: What in the hell is wrong with you?
Joshua Tsabo: The damn lock won't break...I don't know what I can do.
Press: Oh...that's all.
::Press drops the two heads as they roll off out of the way. He then stalks towards the large Titanium door, and without even missing a step, throws his fist out causing the door to come completely off of it's hinges. Andrew & Joshua give each other a wide eyed look, but then quickly gather up their stuff, and skip over top of the vault door. And why shouldn't they be happy...Press was on their side. The sound of more soldiers of the Legacy can be heard coming down the stairs, and Press turns with a half smile cocked in their direction.::
Press: Go find what we came for....I'll take care of these guys!
::Press bundles off with a war cry back towards the door leading up the stairs, and Joshua Tsabo & Andrew Kensing begin rummaging through the crates down in this top secret area of the Legacy's safe house. It doesn't take them long to find the first item on their agenda. The Bell of Girardius is noticed by Joshua Tsabo first, and the two men suddenly become very excited as they uncover the rest of the large bell within a crate. Joshua pulls the bell free from it's straw surrounding, and slides it down into his leather bag at his side. The two men then hurridely start towards the back of the large room full of artifacts, in search of the five chests that will cause the gates of hell to open. The Sepulchers. About this time, Press steps back into the room...and looks about at the muggy smelling antiques. He shakes his head, as he starts towards the two men at the end uncovering crates & tarp covered items.::
Press: You mean to tell me while I was killing ten more guards..you haven't found what we're looking for yet?
Joshua Tsabo: Well It's not like they stand out!
Press: (looking towards a particular wall with glowing red eyes) Say's you......there's my bitch.
::Press steps over to the wall, and hefts several crates out of the way. He then with a singular savait kick, nocks the wall in on itself revealing a hidden room. Joshua Tsabo climbs up and over the bricks into the musty smelling room. He looks about, and pulls out a few tarps covering something within the center of the room.......and there they are. The ancient wood rithes as the light hits it once again after all these years. All five chests sit side by side on the floor. Press smiles evily, as Joshua waves Andrew over to help him get the chests out of the tiny room. The sudden sound of a 12 gauge pump action shot-gun being cocked, brings all three men's attention over to the fallen vault door. There stands Brandon Kayros & Guy McDonald, Brandon with cigarette in hand....and Guy with the shot-gun pointed right at Joshua Tsabo's head.::
Press: Do you guys want to take a look around, and tell me one thing? Do you honestly think you can do anything to me when they couldn't?
Guy McDonald: *with a sneer) Well if'n you think that we're going to let you just waltz in our own damn house....and tap dance on our asses....take our prized possessions...then you damn right, we think we can do something!
::Brandon Kayros' eyes wander down to an object by the vault door, and Press follows his eyes. A large cross lay there..the powers of the artifact unsure to Press...but by the way Brandon was eye balling it...it couldn't be good. With a sudden burst of speed Press charges towards the two men in the door way. Guy fires the shot towards Joshua's head, but Press raises his fist, and swings it hitting the bullet...sending it right back into Guy McDonald's arm. Guy yells out in pain, as Brandon reaches down quckly for the cross.....he finds Press' foot over top of it instead. Brandon looks up fearfully, and Press allows a soft smile.::
Press: Don't worry....it won't hurt....much.
::With that he grabs Brandon up around the throat, and then hoists him by his thigh with the other hand above his head. He then pushes upwards with all his might sending Brandon right up through the floor of the mansion. A few seconds pass before the thud from up above of Brandon's body finally landing on the floor can be heard. Press smirks, as he steps back out into the smaller section of the basement. He opens his hands, and just like before a bright plasma like portal opens...and Joshua Tsabo & Andrew Kensing fight to get all five chests into the portal. As the two normal men disappear within the brightness....Press steps over to a shiny object upon the floor. He reaches down scooping up what appears to be a key in his hand. He smiles softly, and then walks towards the portal...stuffing the key into his pocket before disappearing within the light himself. The room drips with the blood of others....Guy McDonald grunting loudly as he crawls towards the steps to check on his friend Brandon Kayros upstairs....but more importantly...trying his best to make it to the phone, and alert the rest of the Legacy Members...that their situation just got a hell of a lot worse!::
JULY 12th, 2001
LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK
THE LONG ISLAND BRANCH HOUSE OF THE LEFT HAND
MIRROR IMAGE: 4:35a.m.
::Johnny Storm awakens from a headache enduced daze. His eyes are out of focus, and he is unsure of his surroundings. All he knows is that it is dark...and he feels like someone has just struck him in the back of the head. And why did he feel so confined. Johnny Storm's eyes become a little more focused, and he looks around his surroundings for a better over view. He finds that he is bound by a sturdy tied rope, and he is in the back of some sort of van. He squirms, but the ropes are very secure. His mind wanders now...and he tries to think back as to what might have happened to him. One thing comes to mind....::
Johnny Storm: (in the form of a whisper)Eric Rayne...
::Storm's lip curls into disgust, as he pulls & jerks at the tight ropes. Luckily Storm had been through training to get out of such a situation on more than one occasion..so as he twists and curls...the ropes become looser & looser, and finally he is free of it's confines. He starts towards the back door of the van, and angrily stumbles out onto a asphault driveway. He spins around looking at his surroundings...unsure of where he is....but somehow seeing it as familiar. He starts out from behind the van, and looks up at the large mansion out in front of him. It was from his dream. Storm slowly walks out onto the front lawn, an bewilderedly closes his eyes...and then opens them to take another look. The mansion is still there however, and this causes Storm to be in a complete state of confusion. As Storm starts towards the house, he see's a figure pass by a window....It was Scarlett! Scarlett was here....just like in his dream! Storm quickly breaks out in a sprint, but before he can get far....he is tripped up by an unseen object. He rolls over to look..and there stands his mirror image. The dark stranger with Storm's features moves causing his long trench coat to flap in an unseen wind. Storm quickly gets up to his feet....as the clone smiles back at him.::
Johnny Storm: You tried to take away my life.....you took my money.....where do you come from?
Clone: I think you know.....
::The darker version of Storm smiles deviously, as the whispering sound of Redemption rings out through the night air. Storm looks about himself as a breeze passes by and around him...it is an un-natural breeze. Something was not right about the sudden burst of cool air. The reason is apparant as Storm turns to look behind him, and he finds a ready fist awaiting him. He reckognizes the young man who has hit him as he hits the ground. Storm looks up at the two men not believing his eyes.::
::Flaming Youth....he was supposed to be dead..along with Press & Tammy Linn Sinch. They were from the TCWF...nearly two years from Johnny Storm's past...but here he was. Standing before him...eyes glowing red. My god....Redemption was alive...and the dreams were true! This is the last thing that Johnny Storm see's in front of him, before a well placed boot to the forehead knocks him unconscious one more time.::
JULY 17th, 2001
ALBERQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO
THE RAMADA INN
PENTHOUSE SUITE: 9:00p.m.
::Johnny Storm's eyes slowly open once again....his eyes out of focus..the smell of Scarlett Rayne Sengir lingers all over the room. He snaps up quickly, looking about his surroundings. No mansion, no Flameing Youth, no clone.....it was a dream....but....Scarlett. She was there...again. What was going on....what was happening..and how was he going to handle this for Insurrection. Speaking of...what day was it. Storm looks over to the counter where his bag is unopened, with a calander sticking out of the side. He stalks over there with a still confused look upon his face, and he looks down at the calander to find the date. His eyes buldge nearly out of his head as he see's that nearly a full week has passed since he had been returned to the world. What in the hell was going on. A loud knock comes to his door that causes Storm to nearly jump out of his skin, and he slowly makes his way over to the door. He takes a vase around the handle....and holds it high as he unlocks the door....and swings it open angrily. Ross Bobby nearly pisses himself as he see's Storm there poised to strike before him. He holds his hands out in a desperate attempt to save his own ass...but Storm slowly allows the vase to drop back down at his side. He sets the vase down, and stumbles over to the counter to pour himself a drink. Ross Bobby shows himself in, pulling out his camera...and setting it up without even saying a word to Storm.::
Ross Bobby: Jesus..You look awful.
Johnny Storm: (looking at Bobby with disgust) So I look like you then....great...just great!
Ross Bobby: You sure you want to do this...I mean...Steven's pissed at you already..he wants a damn interview out of you...and he want's to know why you aren't ready for your match?
Johnny Storm: Just roll the camera numb nuts...I'll do the rest..
Ross Bobby: (hitting the on button on the camera with an "ok ass" expression) Hello fans, this is Ross Bobby..and I'm here with "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm....the Gladiator Champion. Now Johnny...you haven't been around for the past couple of days....where have you been, and why?
Johnny Storm: (totally disgusted) PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!! JUST RELATIVE QUESTIONS!!!
Ross Bobby: Ok...how about this one...what do you think about your upcoming opponent for this Inssurrection?
Johnny Storm: Well..it would probably help if I knew who I was wrestling..
Ross Bobby: You Don't know? What in the..(Ross shuts his hole as he see's a viscious glance from Storm) Um...Goliath.
Johnny Storm: (with a look of amazement) PERFECT!! Just F*cking PERFECT!! I come back from partying just for a little while...AND I GET STUCK WITH GOLIATH TO PAMPER AT INSURRECTION!! PERFECT STEVEN!! PERFECT!! YOU WANTED TO KNOW WHY I TURNED ON YOU!! YOU ARE A F*CKING MORON!!! Jesus...you would think that some of these jackasses would get a clue! Just one. That's all I need...just one sign that you numb nutted bastards aren't just letting the words fall into one ear, and right out of the other. I mean...how many times do I have to job this big, goofy, out of shape, piece of spam sucking trailor park trash! This is the third time Ross...THE THIRD TIME!! WHY!! WHY!! WHY!!!
Ross Bobby: (completely stunned) I..I don't know...
Johnny Storm: THAT'S WHY YOU ARE JUST ANOTHER MORON!!! GOD DAMN IT!! Well let's look at the odds for good ole' Goliath! I beat his ass for the Maximus Title....he gets a rematch for the Gladiator Title....I BEAT HIS ASS ROSS!! What else do I have to do? HUH? What do I have to do just to keep from kicking the same old ass night after night! Do you people out there..YOU fans actually enjoy this? TO see a man put in a situation that he can not possiably handle...without the help of the entire F*cking ROSTER!! Nikki Silver..you heard it..you heard it..come get me boy! You come and get me...and tell me that you are going to censor me!! I dare you boy..cause I don't care what you may think you have done in your past....It is nothing compared to my future! I am the star of this federation, I am the burning candle in a perverbial dark room..and this wednsday will be no different!
Now Goliath is going to come out here and try and bully me around...he is going to try and run his mouth about how he was screwed. He's probably even going to ask pointers from some of my old enemies...and you know what Goliath...that's cool. But you don't have a chance in hell of taking this Gladiator Strap from around my waist! You don't have the guts....You don't have the talent...You don't have anything that it takes to get this belt! You are out classed pal, and I'll tell you what....anyone, anytime, anywhere...that's what I said when it came to defending this title...and I mean it. So if that's what they want...then that's what they'll get!! Goliath...you are stepping into another ratings ploy. If people didn't like seeing me beat your ass so much...we wouldn't be in this match at all. You sure as hell aren't the number one contendor...let alone worthy enough to step in the ring with an athelete of my calibur. That's right...ATHELETE!! A word that you can only use when you have an itch on your foot!
Goliath..it's time pal. It's time for one more dance.....and I'm the lord of that dance, and I'm not talking that River Shit either! I am going to do one better Goliath...I'm not just going to beat you...I am going to shock you! I am going to make you believe that you've actually got a chance in hell of beating me...and then I'm gong to take it away from you. Snatch it up like candy from a baby...and at the end of all of this...I am gonig to not just leave you on the mat, giving you a chance to get back up for more.....I'm going to leave you for dead. DEAD! And you Goliath...are going to be just like all the rest..
FACE DOWN..
ASS UP..
IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!!
Goliath..I am so sick of seeing you in the GWA, that I am willing to put this title on the line one more time just to rid the federation of you. Please....JUST ONCE IN YOUR LIFE!! DO SOMETHING WORTH WHILE!! Do not come to the ring expecting victory...come with you tail between your legs, just like the bitch that you are..AND MAKE NO MISTAKE!! EVERYONE OF YOU AND YOUR BAD INFLUENCE WHORES...ARE MY BITCHES!! And tomorrow night Goliath....you will be taught why I have the most Fantastic Body, the Most Fantastic face, and why I have Gladiator Gold around my Fantastic waist....see you in the ring Big Daddy Sad. NOW GET THE HELL OUT!!
::There is fire in Storm's eyes as Ross Bobby nearly trips over himself trying to get at his equipment. A few moments later and He is gone....leaving Johnny Storm in silence. Storm runs his hands through his thick black hair...and looks around...bags in under his eyes from the though of to much sleep...something that Johnny Storm thought he'ld never get. But with all these knock out blows...Johnny Storm is not even close to being rested. Storm sits back on his bar stool, drinking slowly from the bottle of Jack Daniels that he has pulled down for himself. His eyes are wary...and he fears concussion from all of the knock out blows. This is not what he needs gonig into a Gladiator Title match....a cage match no less by the looks of this paper that Ross Bobby left behind. Storm's eyes sink closed, and he looks out towards the open kitchen. HIs dreams had cost him this time...but what. What sense of loss did he have in his heart, and why was Scarlett Rayne's smell all over this room. The answers weren't going to come to him...not tonight. The best thing for him to do now..is nurse his Jack Daniels. Nurse his Jack & wait........for what...he didn't know.::