Post by Press1269 on Feb 27, 2016 3:40:50 GMT
JULY 29th, 2001
DALLAS, TEXAS
JOHNNY STORM'S CORPORATE CONDO
RAYNE DROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY HEAD: 11:00p.m.
::Rayne. Rain. Not much of a difference really. Both make you feel kind of dreary when you have to face them. Both keep you from being able to work really hard. Both....well, you get the picture. Johnny Storm watches as the rain comes down outside of his Dallas Corporate Condo, set up by Storm when he has buisness at the offices in downtown Dallas. Although his money was still missing, things were starting to look up for him. The Storm Corporation was turning a wonderful profit. So wonderful in fact that he was able to keep most of his prize possessions, even after the IRS' constant hassleing about where the money had been placed. If Storm knew that information.....he would still be a billionaire. But for now...he must settle for Millionaire instead. The dreary musty air outside causes Storm to take a step away from the window...realizing how cool & refreshing it is on the other side of the glass.
Long ago Johnny Storm tried to stop his quarys of why the Gladiator Wrestling Staff booked certain matches. Matches that make no sense, and often time end in a blood bath in the ring...or wherever the dominant man deems to end it. I don't think there was ever a question of who that dominant man would be. Who would set the tempo of the match. Johnny Storm v.s. Rayne was a mystery match. A mystery in the fact that no one really gave a shit about seeing the Main Event calibur of Storm go against the Low Card calibur of Rayne. Legion Tag Team Champions......that's their main retort towards someone. Well the truth is...who hasn't been Legion Tag Team Champions at one point or another in their career. Hell...Storm had held them. There aren't to many who haven't. No big accomplishment. Usually when you go after a belt like that over and over, its cause you know you can't get any better than that. You have to have a partner just to get by from week to week in this buisness. Well that's the difference between Storm & Rayne. Storm saw the oppurtunity to be better than what he was, and he took it. Now he is the Gladiator Champion, the best of the best. Matter of fact....he is the longest running Gladiator Champion in GWA History. Speaking of history, the Champion has also set a legendary mark as the first ever Grand Slam Champion. Yet....Rayne gets a title shot? It's one thing if he has a vendetta, and is granted a shot at Storm, but why was this man being given a Gladiator Title shot along with it? He hasn't done a damn thing to earn it...and he sure as hell wasn't good enough to be granted it. However the match was made, and it was to late for Storm to rally against it. Besides....it's just a vacation match. Oh...you don't know what a vacation match is? Well...a vacation match is when the wrestler goes into the situation without even preparing cause he knows that he is going to win. Rayne is out classed, and will get a wrestling lesson. Much like the rest of Storm's opponents for this entire month. The match is a vacation because the GWA pays him to be in Dallas, Texas....away from home at their expense....and he doesn't have to do anything in particular but beat a talentless jobbers ass for a few thousand fans. What a life.
Funny isn't it...how things get so out of focus. Johnny Storm is the Gladiator Champion, and that is exactly what he wanted. He saw it almost a year ago, and he went out after it with every ounce that he had. Now he stands before the cheering fans, and the talent roster in the backstage area as the Champion. What is it that Rayne focuses on? The Championship or Johnny Storm? You see....the gold is just an extra 16 lbs. to carry on your way out to the ring. The man however, is who you have to take it from. You have to wonder where Rayne's focus is. On the 16 lbs. of gold & leather, or the man who will do anything to retain his grip on it. Ah well...I guess only time will tell.
Who can you rely on if you can't trust yourself. Johnny Storm's eyes narrow as this question plagues his thoughts. The rain continues to pour louder & louder against the glass, a rhythm of chaos. Much like Storm's life as of late. In one hand he holds a bottle of Jack Daniels. Many people like to delude the substance with a duller. Coke is a popular choice. Matter of fact...that's what she liked if he recalled correctly. Dark lines puff out in under his eyes as he brings the bottle up to his lips, and allows the burning liquid it contains to move down his throat. He didn't need anything to dull it, cause he didn't want it. He liked his whiskey the way he liked his life. Straight, and to the point. However little we do in this life is ever straight and to the point. Even for a Millionaire.....well.....especially for a Millionaire. No matter how much you accomplish in life, if the wounds of the past won't heal...then you are moving forward for nothing. Johnny Storm had never been insecure with his abilities.....only himself. Searching for the answers.....always....but who isn't? Everyone is searching for something....love, possessions, peace. Peace within themselves...peace of mind. Storm feels his skin grow warm from the affects of the alcohol. He smiles softly, and lifts the object in his other hand. A Colt Python Pistol. There are already two bullets placed with in two of the chambers of the revolver, as he places his thumb across the shiney nickle plated safety. With a slight flick, the gun is ready to fire. He reaches up with the gun in hand, placing it to his tempel. A crack of thunder outside doesn't phase him, as he stares out at the down pour ensueing outside the window. His life....outside of the window. Always...outside of himself looking in at what he didn't want to see anymore. He didn't want to see himself anymore....::
CLICK
::The ready chamber of the revolver moves over to the next chamber as Storm pulls back on the hammer. Perhaps this Chamber held the bullet that would put him out of his misery. The misery of feeling something so strong for someone else...yet they do not feel it about you. The misery of knowing that he is waisted. Storm's jaw grows firm, and he holds the gun steady at his tempel. He has four chances that he will survive....and two that he will not. Most people wouldn't care for those odds, but that was exactly the point. Johnny Storm no longer cared. With a deep breath, he allows a large gulp of air down, untill finally testing the trigger. Sweat pours from his forehead as the sound of...
CLICK
passes through out the room once again. He drops the gun back down to his side taking in deep breaths of air. Some might have been confused by all of this....considering he was seemingly ontop of the world. Storm wasn't afraid of dieing...his fear was that he may already be dead. The soul is a very complicated subject, and he was growing closer and closer to the light......that seemed to keep taking a step back as he took a step forward. Being close isn't quite like basking in the glory of.....in a manner of speaking. One more guzzle of the brown liquid that is whiskey pushes down his throat....he drops the bottle down to his side very uncermoniosly....whiskey running down from the corners of his mouth and dripping onto the carpet. Suddenly a bolt of lightening streams down outside the window, causing a tree down below to burst into flames...and split apart. The bolt allows a ray of light to shoot into the dark condo...and Storm see's his own reflection in the window. HIs eyes are dark, narrowed as if he was angry at something....what was this rage that passed through his body that found death as the only solution. Then the realization hits him, cause it's always been there. The rage is hate for himself.....and his anger....is directed through the end of a hand gun directed at himself. Suddenly the tears swell up, and he feels them begin down his cheek. Salty droplets enter his mouth, as he sucks in a deep breath. He loses his grip upon the bottle, but hits his knee's upon the floor before the bottle has a chance to. Unloved, and unwanted he cries upon himself, because he is all he has....and he doesn't even like him all that much.::
JULY 30th, 2001
DALLAS, TEXAS
JOHNNY STORM'S CORPORATE CONDO
WHEN IT RAYNE'S, IT POURS: 1:38p.m.
::Johnny Storm stands off to the side of the mirror, examining his chissled body. He is a specimen of perfection...when it comes to physical awareness, there is no one in the buisness who watches it more. Yet he lives so carelessly. So this was the schedule....take out Rayne, and deal with Brotherhood buisness. Simple enough....and who else needed to be mentioned? Chris Carpanter got his ass beat already.....and Palence Priest knows his place. Who else needs a lesson...who else needs to understand why it is you do not try and get a cheap pop off of their betters. Their betters of coarse being Storm himself. Johnny Storm contemplates all of this as a knock comes to his door. He knew it wouldn't be long...they were bearing down on another week of GWA television, and it had been some time since Storm had addressed the audience. Storm starts over to the door, and as he swings it open..there is Ross Bobby standing there with a camera in hand. Storm takes a step out of the doorway so as to let Ross in, and then closes the door behind them. Ross begins to set up in the living room, as Storm leans against the bar....pulling a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels down off the shelf, and fixing himself a drink. Within no time Ross Bobby has the place well laid out, and he is ready to perform another award winning interview with the Gladiator Champion. Storm starts over to where Ross has things set up, and sits down across from him in what appears to be a very comfortable chair. Johnny Storm leans back into the chair as Ross starts a count down, and Storm grins for the camera.::
Ross Bobby: Ross Bobby here GWA fans, and I am here with the Gladiator Champion...Johnny Storm. Now Storm...you have a match coming up this wendsday, and it is sure to be a great one. Gladiator Championship on the line...Rayne of Total Destruction v.s. Johnny Storm of the Brotherhood. What do you think about this?
Johnny Storm: Ross...what do I think of every f*cking match?
Ross Bobby: Well...most of the time you don't show any focus or desire towards the matches you go into. You feel like you are the best, so why must you face the rest of them. Only the best should be allowed in your matches, and you feel that that is not the level being presented to you by the GWA.
Johnny Storm: Well Ross.....if you already know what I think about the match......and more than likely all my fans know what I think about the match... WHY DO YOU F*CKING ASK ME? God Damn, it never fails. I let you come in my personal home, and you ask me questions like the way your name sounds. Ass Backwards! Please...one relative question...just one...and I'll actually be happy.
Ross Bobby: (after a scowol) Well..how about this...Rayne made some comments towards you...can you retort in some way for the fans what you think of his rant?
Johnny Storm: You know..that's not much better you moron, but I can see that this would take you a week, and I just don't have that kind of time. Soooo...I'm going to actually answer this one. Rayne...you are a silly guy. I mean....you and your partner come out here and say that you are going to do this and that with the Brotherhood, yet you guys couldn't even destinguish your asses from a whole in the ground. The lack of intelligence in that group is amazing. I mean.....Rayne...you are a no one. I came in and beat both you and your partners ass...blind sided or not....and you honestly think you have a chance against me one on one. Is it just me or are you a moron....well according to the rest of the backstage area.....it's not just me!
You say that I am going to feel Total Destruction....(mockingly) TOTALLY? Who in the hell do you think you are? I am the best of the best in this buisness. I am the Gladiator Champion...and I am the best damn person to deal with the likes of you. "The likes of me?" you may ask. Well you are...how do I put this....a talentless hack. A jobber. The guy who walks into the ring, but gets dropped within the first five minuetes of a contest. You are that guy that puts the other guy over, cause you suck so damn bad they don't know whether to cheer for you or to boo you. That makes you impartial....and that tells them all that you don't have a place. If you don't have a place...then you can't sell tickets....and if you can't sell tickets...then you are WAISTING OUR F*CKING TIME!!
You would be better off pushing a broom in the Reunion Arena rather than wrestling in it. You think that you put one of those people in those seats out there on wendsday? That place is sold out in advanced because they heard that Johnny Storm & The Brotherhood were coming to town...and we deliver. Those people don't give a damn about what you have to say. Hell..they don't care what I have to say....but what they do want...what they do care about is chaos. Two men enter the ring, and they go at it for 10 to 45 minuetes, and completely destroy each other just to gain a victory. You don't have that Rayne, cause i'm going to get in that ring...and then I'm going to proceed to kick your ass. You make me look bad to be quite honest with you. It's like taking candy from a baby, or picking on the elderly. It's just not right. This match just isn't right. It's a drive by shooting in disguise, and one more time I am going to do Steven Fury's work for him by putting you down once and for all!!
Ross Bobby: Actually.....Steven Fury has deemed himself as the Special Guest Referee.
Johnny Storm: .........................(silence)
Ross Bobby: I take it no one told you?
Johnny Storm: What tipped you off Ross.....well...that changes things doesn't it. Just a bit. So basically what you are saying is....Steven Fury is the guest referee, and he's going to screw me out of the Gladiator Title. Is that what you are telling me?
Ross Bobby: Well...No....I never said any of that. I'm just saying that Steven Fury is the guest Referee....I think he's doing that cause he doesn't want any unnecessary interference.
Johnny Storm: Oh come on Ross....are you really that stupid? Steven Fury is the scum of the earth...he is the most worthless person that I have ever...and I do mean ever...met. He runs around here calling himself the king, and basically up untill a couple of weeks ago...he was. But just like everybody else in this federation...without Johnny Storm...they ain't shit! Steven Fury is a washed up has been that took this company over because he WANTED TO...not because of that lame ass HAD TO story of his. He took the job cause he couldn't cut it any more inside of the squared circle...and now..he's going to try and take away what I earned. Nobody gave this belt to me...NOBODY! I went out and earned it...and I brought down anyone else that might have been in contension for it. But now....Fury is going to play this referee game. Well he is going to be a special guest Ross....but not a referee.....He's going to be a special guest to a Fantastic Ass Kicking if he F*cks with my title!!
I am the lord of the dance, and I'm not talking that river shit either Rayne. You are going to know what that means after Insurrection. When it's all said and done...you are going to be just like all the rest....
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN FUCKING BLOOD!!!
Steven...if you don't watch yourself....you may be next. I'm through playing around with you little fudgepackers. I'm here, and I am ready for any threat that you may pose against me. Which by the looks of you, and the GWA...you don't pose much of a threat at all. Now Ross...get the hell out of here..I am so sick of your ignorant ass that it's not even funny! GET OUT!!
::Ross quickly scurries to get his equipment, and then rushes towards the door to get away from the Gladiator Champion. The room is once again quiet, and Storm looks down at the coffee table with a sneer. Basically cause that's the only thing he can sneer at considering he's alone....it's also the closest thing at hand. So he sits back...sneering at the table in the center of the room. The one good thing that the Gladiator Wrestling Association had to offer him was hate control. The hate for himself would build up past what it is now if he didn't get the chance to beat his frustrations out another human being. So the GWA was a theraputic type of thing in reality. Now isn't that a disturbing thought? At that moment the phone rings, causing Storm's thoughts to turn towards the counter where the phone sits. He snaps up to his feet, and steps over, taking the phone by the reciever. He lifts it up to his lips and gives the usual greating.::
Johnny Storm: Hello.
Secretary: Hello Mr. Storm, I am just calling you to let you know about your schedule while you are in Dallas for the week.
Johnny Storm: Oh..hello Dorris, what's up?
Secretary: Well...it says here you have a benefit to go to tomorrow for the Hospas Foundation, and you have a few things to review here at the Dallas branch of the Storm Corporation. You also have an autograph signing for the GWA at the Reunion Center at 9:00a.m. Tuesday Morning. You also have a press confrence about the new line of clothing products that the Storm Corporation is releasing this year. Oh..and you have a special not here faxed in from the Main Offices in Charlotte. You are to attend a funeral in the memory of Monica Delioncourte...Eric Rayne's fiance`. It is at Sunset Memorial Park, in San Francisco on Thursday.
Johnny Storm: Wow..that's putting a really hard schedule on me right now...do you have the flight booked?
Secretary: Yes sir..you are good to go all week. Basically all you have to do is show up, and the entire thing will work out great.
Johnny Storm: Alright...good deal. Thanks Dorris, I'll see you tomorrow.
Secretary: Thank you sir. Good bye.
Johnny Storm: Bye Dorris.
::Storm hangs up the phone, and turns to sit back down on the couch. He looks to the phone, and rubs his forehead while thinking about Scarlett Rayne Sengir. Eric & Johnny didn't like each other very much...but...Storm would go to this funeral...for Scarlett. Why did Monica die though...she was a very youthful young woman, and...how did she die? Well despite all that has happened, Johnny Storm will be there for Scarlett Rayne Sengir...despite her neglect for him as of late. And he would prove that she needs him, once and for all.::
DALLAS, TEXAS
JOHNNY STORM'S CORPORATE CONDO
RAYNE DROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY HEAD: 11:00p.m.
::Rayne. Rain. Not much of a difference really. Both make you feel kind of dreary when you have to face them. Both keep you from being able to work really hard. Both....well, you get the picture. Johnny Storm watches as the rain comes down outside of his Dallas Corporate Condo, set up by Storm when he has buisness at the offices in downtown Dallas. Although his money was still missing, things were starting to look up for him. The Storm Corporation was turning a wonderful profit. So wonderful in fact that he was able to keep most of his prize possessions, even after the IRS' constant hassleing about where the money had been placed. If Storm knew that information.....he would still be a billionaire. But for now...he must settle for Millionaire instead. The dreary musty air outside causes Storm to take a step away from the window...realizing how cool & refreshing it is on the other side of the glass.
Long ago Johnny Storm tried to stop his quarys of why the Gladiator Wrestling Staff booked certain matches. Matches that make no sense, and often time end in a blood bath in the ring...or wherever the dominant man deems to end it. I don't think there was ever a question of who that dominant man would be. Who would set the tempo of the match. Johnny Storm v.s. Rayne was a mystery match. A mystery in the fact that no one really gave a shit about seeing the Main Event calibur of Storm go against the Low Card calibur of Rayne. Legion Tag Team Champions......that's their main retort towards someone. Well the truth is...who hasn't been Legion Tag Team Champions at one point or another in their career. Hell...Storm had held them. There aren't to many who haven't. No big accomplishment. Usually when you go after a belt like that over and over, its cause you know you can't get any better than that. You have to have a partner just to get by from week to week in this buisness. Well that's the difference between Storm & Rayne. Storm saw the oppurtunity to be better than what he was, and he took it. Now he is the Gladiator Champion, the best of the best. Matter of fact....he is the longest running Gladiator Champion in GWA History. Speaking of history, the Champion has also set a legendary mark as the first ever Grand Slam Champion. Yet....Rayne gets a title shot? It's one thing if he has a vendetta, and is granted a shot at Storm, but why was this man being given a Gladiator Title shot along with it? He hasn't done a damn thing to earn it...and he sure as hell wasn't good enough to be granted it. However the match was made, and it was to late for Storm to rally against it. Besides....it's just a vacation match. Oh...you don't know what a vacation match is? Well...a vacation match is when the wrestler goes into the situation without even preparing cause he knows that he is going to win. Rayne is out classed, and will get a wrestling lesson. Much like the rest of Storm's opponents for this entire month. The match is a vacation because the GWA pays him to be in Dallas, Texas....away from home at their expense....and he doesn't have to do anything in particular but beat a talentless jobbers ass for a few thousand fans. What a life.
Funny isn't it...how things get so out of focus. Johnny Storm is the Gladiator Champion, and that is exactly what he wanted. He saw it almost a year ago, and he went out after it with every ounce that he had. Now he stands before the cheering fans, and the talent roster in the backstage area as the Champion. What is it that Rayne focuses on? The Championship or Johnny Storm? You see....the gold is just an extra 16 lbs. to carry on your way out to the ring. The man however, is who you have to take it from. You have to wonder where Rayne's focus is. On the 16 lbs. of gold & leather, or the man who will do anything to retain his grip on it. Ah well...I guess only time will tell.
Who can you rely on if you can't trust yourself. Johnny Storm's eyes narrow as this question plagues his thoughts. The rain continues to pour louder & louder against the glass, a rhythm of chaos. Much like Storm's life as of late. In one hand he holds a bottle of Jack Daniels. Many people like to delude the substance with a duller. Coke is a popular choice. Matter of fact...that's what she liked if he recalled correctly. Dark lines puff out in under his eyes as he brings the bottle up to his lips, and allows the burning liquid it contains to move down his throat. He didn't need anything to dull it, cause he didn't want it. He liked his whiskey the way he liked his life. Straight, and to the point. However little we do in this life is ever straight and to the point. Even for a Millionaire.....well.....especially for a Millionaire. No matter how much you accomplish in life, if the wounds of the past won't heal...then you are moving forward for nothing. Johnny Storm had never been insecure with his abilities.....only himself. Searching for the answers.....always....but who isn't? Everyone is searching for something....love, possessions, peace. Peace within themselves...peace of mind. Storm feels his skin grow warm from the affects of the alcohol. He smiles softly, and lifts the object in his other hand. A Colt Python Pistol. There are already two bullets placed with in two of the chambers of the revolver, as he places his thumb across the shiney nickle plated safety. With a slight flick, the gun is ready to fire. He reaches up with the gun in hand, placing it to his tempel. A crack of thunder outside doesn't phase him, as he stares out at the down pour ensueing outside the window. His life....outside of the window. Always...outside of himself looking in at what he didn't want to see anymore. He didn't want to see himself anymore....::
CLICK
::The ready chamber of the revolver moves over to the next chamber as Storm pulls back on the hammer. Perhaps this Chamber held the bullet that would put him out of his misery. The misery of feeling something so strong for someone else...yet they do not feel it about you. The misery of knowing that he is waisted. Storm's jaw grows firm, and he holds the gun steady at his tempel. He has four chances that he will survive....and two that he will not. Most people wouldn't care for those odds, but that was exactly the point. Johnny Storm no longer cared. With a deep breath, he allows a large gulp of air down, untill finally testing the trigger. Sweat pours from his forehead as the sound of...
CLICK
passes through out the room once again. He drops the gun back down to his side taking in deep breaths of air. Some might have been confused by all of this....considering he was seemingly ontop of the world. Storm wasn't afraid of dieing...his fear was that he may already be dead. The soul is a very complicated subject, and he was growing closer and closer to the light......that seemed to keep taking a step back as he took a step forward. Being close isn't quite like basking in the glory of.....in a manner of speaking. One more guzzle of the brown liquid that is whiskey pushes down his throat....he drops the bottle down to his side very uncermoniosly....whiskey running down from the corners of his mouth and dripping onto the carpet. Suddenly a bolt of lightening streams down outside the window, causing a tree down below to burst into flames...and split apart. The bolt allows a ray of light to shoot into the dark condo...and Storm see's his own reflection in the window. HIs eyes are dark, narrowed as if he was angry at something....what was this rage that passed through his body that found death as the only solution. Then the realization hits him, cause it's always been there. The rage is hate for himself.....and his anger....is directed through the end of a hand gun directed at himself. Suddenly the tears swell up, and he feels them begin down his cheek. Salty droplets enter his mouth, as he sucks in a deep breath. He loses his grip upon the bottle, but hits his knee's upon the floor before the bottle has a chance to. Unloved, and unwanted he cries upon himself, because he is all he has....and he doesn't even like him all that much.::
JULY 30th, 2001
DALLAS, TEXAS
JOHNNY STORM'S CORPORATE CONDO
WHEN IT RAYNE'S, IT POURS: 1:38p.m.
::Johnny Storm stands off to the side of the mirror, examining his chissled body. He is a specimen of perfection...when it comes to physical awareness, there is no one in the buisness who watches it more. Yet he lives so carelessly. So this was the schedule....take out Rayne, and deal with Brotherhood buisness. Simple enough....and who else needed to be mentioned? Chris Carpanter got his ass beat already.....and Palence Priest knows his place. Who else needs a lesson...who else needs to understand why it is you do not try and get a cheap pop off of their betters. Their betters of coarse being Storm himself. Johnny Storm contemplates all of this as a knock comes to his door. He knew it wouldn't be long...they were bearing down on another week of GWA television, and it had been some time since Storm had addressed the audience. Storm starts over to the door, and as he swings it open..there is Ross Bobby standing there with a camera in hand. Storm takes a step out of the doorway so as to let Ross in, and then closes the door behind them. Ross begins to set up in the living room, as Storm leans against the bar....pulling a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels down off the shelf, and fixing himself a drink. Within no time Ross Bobby has the place well laid out, and he is ready to perform another award winning interview with the Gladiator Champion. Storm starts over to where Ross has things set up, and sits down across from him in what appears to be a very comfortable chair. Johnny Storm leans back into the chair as Ross starts a count down, and Storm grins for the camera.::
Ross Bobby: Ross Bobby here GWA fans, and I am here with the Gladiator Champion...Johnny Storm. Now Storm...you have a match coming up this wendsday, and it is sure to be a great one. Gladiator Championship on the line...Rayne of Total Destruction v.s. Johnny Storm of the Brotherhood. What do you think about this?
Johnny Storm: Ross...what do I think of every f*cking match?
Ross Bobby: Well...most of the time you don't show any focus or desire towards the matches you go into. You feel like you are the best, so why must you face the rest of them. Only the best should be allowed in your matches, and you feel that that is not the level being presented to you by the GWA.
Johnny Storm: Well Ross.....if you already know what I think about the match......and more than likely all my fans know what I think about the match... WHY DO YOU F*CKING ASK ME? God Damn, it never fails. I let you come in my personal home, and you ask me questions like the way your name sounds. Ass Backwards! Please...one relative question...just one...and I'll actually be happy.
Ross Bobby: (after a scowol) Well..how about this...Rayne made some comments towards you...can you retort in some way for the fans what you think of his rant?
Johnny Storm: You know..that's not much better you moron, but I can see that this would take you a week, and I just don't have that kind of time. Soooo...I'm going to actually answer this one. Rayne...you are a silly guy. I mean....you and your partner come out here and say that you are going to do this and that with the Brotherhood, yet you guys couldn't even destinguish your asses from a whole in the ground. The lack of intelligence in that group is amazing. I mean.....Rayne...you are a no one. I came in and beat both you and your partners ass...blind sided or not....and you honestly think you have a chance against me one on one. Is it just me or are you a moron....well according to the rest of the backstage area.....it's not just me!
You say that I am going to feel Total Destruction....(mockingly) TOTALLY? Who in the hell do you think you are? I am the best of the best in this buisness. I am the Gladiator Champion...and I am the best damn person to deal with the likes of you. "The likes of me?" you may ask. Well you are...how do I put this....a talentless hack. A jobber. The guy who walks into the ring, but gets dropped within the first five minuetes of a contest. You are that guy that puts the other guy over, cause you suck so damn bad they don't know whether to cheer for you or to boo you. That makes you impartial....and that tells them all that you don't have a place. If you don't have a place...then you can't sell tickets....and if you can't sell tickets...then you are WAISTING OUR F*CKING TIME!!
You would be better off pushing a broom in the Reunion Arena rather than wrestling in it. You think that you put one of those people in those seats out there on wendsday? That place is sold out in advanced because they heard that Johnny Storm & The Brotherhood were coming to town...and we deliver. Those people don't give a damn about what you have to say. Hell..they don't care what I have to say....but what they do want...what they do care about is chaos. Two men enter the ring, and they go at it for 10 to 45 minuetes, and completely destroy each other just to gain a victory. You don't have that Rayne, cause i'm going to get in that ring...and then I'm going to proceed to kick your ass. You make me look bad to be quite honest with you. It's like taking candy from a baby, or picking on the elderly. It's just not right. This match just isn't right. It's a drive by shooting in disguise, and one more time I am going to do Steven Fury's work for him by putting you down once and for all!!
Ross Bobby: Actually.....Steven Fury has deemed himself as the Special Guest Referee.
Johnny Storm: .........................(silence)
Ross Bobby: I take it no one told you?
Johnny Storm: What tipped you off Ross.....well...that changes things doesn't it. Just a bit. So basically what you are saying is....Steven Fury is the guest referee, and he's going to screw me out of the Gladiator Title. Is that what you are telling me?
Ross Bobby: Well...No....I never said any of that. I'm just saying that Steven Fury is the guest Referee....I think he's doing that cause he doesn't want any unnecessary interference.
Johnny Storm: Oh come on Ross....are you really that stupid? Steven Fury is the scum of the earth...he is the most worthless person that I have ever...and I do mean ever...met. He runs around here calling himself the king, and basically up untill a couple of weeks ago...he was. But just like everybody else in this federation...without Johnny Storm...they ain't shit! Steven Fury is a washed up has been that took this company over because he WANTED TO...not because of that lame ass HAD TO story of his. He took the job cause he couldn't cut it any more inside of the squared circle...and now..he's going to try and take away what I earned. Nobody gave this belt to me...NOBODY! I went out and earned it...and I brought down anyone else that might have been in contension for it. But now....Fury is going to play this referee game. Well he is going to be a special guest Ross....but not a referee.....He's going to be a special guest to a Fantastic Ass Kicking if he F*cks with my title!!
I am the lord of the dance, and I'm not talking that river shit either Rayne. You are going to know what that means after Insurrection. When it's all said and done...you are going to be just like all the rest....
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN FUCKING BLOOD!!!
Steven...if you don't watch yourself....you may be next. I'm through playing around with you little fudgepackers. I'm here, and I am ready for any threat that you may pose against me. Which by the looks of you, and the GWA...you don't pose much of a threat at all. Now Ross...get the hell out of here..I am so sick of your ignorant ass that it's not even funny! GET OUT!!
::Ross quickly scurries to get his equipment, and then rushes towards the door to get away from the Gladiator Champion. The room is once again quiet, and Storm looks down at the coffee table with a sneer. Basically cause that's the only thing he can sneer at considering he's alone....it's also the closest thing at hand. So he sits back...sneering at the table in the center of the room. The one good thing that the Gladiator Wrestling Association had to offer him was hate control. The hate for himself would build up past what it is now if he didn't get the chance to beat his frustrations out another human being. So the GWA was a theraputic type of thing in reality. Now isn't that a disturbing thought? At that moment the phone rings, causing Storm's thoughts to turn towards the counter where the phone sits. He snaps up to his feet, and steps over, taking the phone by the reciever. He lifts it up to his lips and gives the usual greating.::
Johnny Storm: Hello.
Secretary: Hello Mr. Storm, I am just calling you to let you know about your schedule while you are in Dallas for the week.
Johnny Storm: Oh..hello Dorris, what's up?
Secretary: Well...it says here you have a benefit to go to tomorrow for the Hospas Foundation, and you have a few things to review here at the Dallas branch of the Storm Corporation. You also have an autograph signing for the GWA at the Reunion Center at 9:00a.m. Tuesday Morning. You also have a press confrence about the new line of clothing products that the Storm Corporation is releasing this year. Oh..and you have a special not here faxed in from the Main Offices in Charlotte. You are to attend a funeral in the memory of Monica Delioncourte...Eric Rayne's fiance`. It is at Sunset Memorial Park, in San Francisco on Thursday.
Johnny Storm: Wow..that's putting a really hard schedule on me right now...do you have the flight booked?
Secretary: Yes sir..you are good to go all week. Basically all you have to do is show up, and the entire thing will work out great.
Johnny Storm: Alright...good deal. Thanks Dorris, I'll see you tomorrow.
Secretary: Thank you sir. Good bye.
Johnny Storm: Bye Dorris.
::Storm hangs up the phone, and turns to sit back down on the couch. He looks to the phone, and rubs his forehead while thinking about Scarlett Rayne Sengir. Eric & Johnny didn't like each other very much...but...Storm would go to this funeral...for Scarlett. Why did Monica die though...she was a very youthful young woman, and...how did she die? Well despite all that has happened, Johnny Storm will be there for Scarlett Rayne Sengir...despite her neglect for him as of late. And he would prove that she needs him, once and for all.::