Post by Press1269 on Feb 27, 2016 3:43:29 GMT
PROLOGUE: HISTORY
THE FRAYED ENDS OF SANITY
THE LEGACY & THE LEFT HAND
**In my years of existance upon this earth, which hasn't been to entirely long...I've found that everyone is always right. Always. It never fails that if a person believes a certain way they will often times die just to defend that cause. To defend that way of life. It becomes normalcy, and normalcy is a very powerful thing. When something feels normal....you know that it is correct. That it is home. Rather it really is accurate information or not...it is what you know...and you will keep what you know intact by any means necessary.
Religion is much the same. Everyone has a different view on God. Catholics, Baptists, Methodists, Presbaterians, Atheists, and the list goes on and on. Now most of these, with the exception of Atheists, have much the same views on God himself...however there are differences between state of body, and the head of the church that keeps them in confusion. The Catholic church in particular, has several differences....one in question is the corruption in the head of state. It is a known fact that the Caholic church changed the calander to fit their own personal schedules, and have kept scrolls written in Jesus' own blood...out of the reach of spectators. The truth is a very powerful thing, and when it is presented in front of everyone it can be very dangerous to the normalcy of a leadership. Leadership or Dictatorship? You take your pick. However...the point is normalcy. No matter what denomination you are....you have been pumped with the same useless knowledge that your peers have been given...making it normal for you to believe this way. Questioning God is something we always do, however, if those questions were to leak out in your churches...watch as your peers turn into your enemies.
The point is, whether you believe in God or not, normalcy in whatever form you choose...is a very real threat to the existance of this world. Men have fought wars over such religions. The Crusades, The War between Budhist & Hindu, Palastinians & Israelies, World War I, World War II, the threat of Muslum Terrorists. All of these are real threats to what people saw as normal, and so they are willing to do anything to keep their view of normalcy alive. These have all been documented in history books...they are real events, that have been viewed by the entire world.
Yet there is a war now...that has been alive since the time before Jesus' birth. The fight for the end of the world...and those that would oppose this idea. In every religion that believes in God....there is a time when God comes back to earth. There is a great destruction in his wake that will purify the masses, so that God can rebuild his kingdom. You have heard what your church has told you....now allow me to tell you the real story of the true war between good & evil.
People's perceptions have been altered. They have been filled with the useless lies that their churches and figure heads have developed to keep their money pouring out onto the collection plates. Everyone has been taught to fear the coming of the Beast. Everyone has been taught to fear the seven seals that will break upon the sounding of the seven trumpets of the seven angels from heaven. Everyone has been taught to fear this antichrist, and believe that he is the devil. This is where your misconceptions will be torn apart, and your bit of normalcy will be lost to you forever. I am here to finally reveal to you the truth....about Your God....and the true threat of the Antichrist...and the Beast, marked 666.
First I suppose I should start with Redemption, and his Frayed Ends of Sanity. This is not a statement about Redemption's state of mind...this is a group of followers of this not so normal entity. It has been almost two & a half years since Redemptions first appearance in the Total Carnage Wrestling Federation(TCWF) who was in the running for the top spot in sports entertainment right along with Survival Wrestling Association(SWA) & Global Championship Wrestling(GCW). It all started when Johnny Storm first won the TCWF World Heavyweight Championship. It was his first run as a champion, and what a title he had come across. However it was short lived, because Redemption appeared on the scene causing him to lose his Championship...and quite possiably his mind. Redemption swore that Storm would find exactly what his name says for his sins. So Redemption went on an undefeated streak....destroying whom ever stood in his way on Storm's behalf. Three of such people were Press, Flaming Youth, and Tammy Linn Sinch...who were all under Johnny Storm's payroll. Redemption walked through each person easily enough...and placed them in the Redeemer...a manuever that converted their brains to his mode of thinking. Soon he took the two young wrestlers & their valet, and reformed them in his gothic image. He changed Tammy Linn Sinch into something else...not human, but not beast. She was then forth called Salvation. Redemption opened up an Onslaught on the TCWF, using this new army that was self-made like it was some sort of chemestry project. Redemption's one quest....To break down Johnny Storm. Storm in an attempt to get away from Redemption jumped ship quickly to an upstart federation that was an independant at the time. TCWF soon closed without Storm's presence to help hold them above water. Redemption would not stop there however. He would go onto this independent, and played a controversal part in it's enevitable end. Of coarse...he was able to convert one more person into his fold....someone that plays a powerful part in the story that is being told now. Mikal Kole was a ring anouncer for the independent who just happened to be the one covering the Redemption story. Somehow Redemption was able to persuade the young journalist to join his side...and after the Redeemer...Kole was transformed into Oracle. This was Redemption's recorder of events. The person that keeps everything written within a single book. Nearly 4 months would go by before Johnny Storm would resurface in the wrestling world..and what better place to start than the SWA. After the TCWF's demise..there wasn't anything stopping this stellar federation of taking the number one spot. Johnny Storm went on to hold several fueds here, but the enevitable happened. Redemption once again resurfaced along with the rest of his band of misfits...running rampant across the federation. Here in the SWA...Redemption took control of an SWA cameraman called Bob Riley....who would later become Revelation. Revelations is basically Oracle's hand maid...he keeps a record on tape of all of Redemption's events and schedules. The SWA was where it all came down to Johnny Storm v.s. Redemption. Finally....what needed to be done from the very begining would happen. This not so final confrontation would end with Redemptions supposed death....however...an entity of his nature can not die. Little did Storm know, but there was more to Redemptions cuirousty in him than met the eye. SWA would soon close after the real story began...and Johnny Storm once again disappeared off of the face of the earth due to his company, the Storm Corporation's new buisness dealings with a rival company. After 6 months of off time, Johnny Storm was approached by his long time friend Steven Fury..former SWA superstar. Steven asked Johnny to make a return to wrestling in the GWA...an upstart federation with several familiar faces, however, Storm wasn't interested. He was happily retired...and Redemption was out of his life for good, or so he thought.Yet...there was one thing that did draw Storm out of retirement.....and that was the name Chris Damm. Johnny Storm had always had a vision. That vision involved Chris Damm face down, ass up in a pool of his own F*cking blood. Chris Damm had signed a deal with the GWA, and one week later...Johnny Storm was ready with contract in hand. It didn't take much time before Johnny Storm went after Damm, and the two would have one of the most rememberable fueds in wrestling history. Storm & Damm remained two of the top Main Eventer's in the GWA up untill September of 2000. Johnny Storm was kidnapped by a rival company in an attempt to get at his money...and Chris Damm was shot in the midsection by a crazed fan. Both men...were suddenly gone from the Gladiator Wrestling Association. 4 months would pass before Johnny Storm found an escape from his aggressors...his body was malnutrishioned & beaten senseless. He took a few weeks before making it known that he was alive, and back in the mix of things. The one thing that kept Storm going was the thought of facing off with Chris Damm again...one more time in the ring. Yet there was no Chris Damm. There was several new faces, and very few old faces. Storm was a stranger all over again in the GWA...a federation he helped build. However..this didn't stop him from coming through..and winning close to every title that the Gladiator Wrestling Association holds...including the Gladiator Championship, which he currently holds now. In a buisness such as wrestling...things change. So normalcy was not kept as Johnny Storm was found charged with murder...set up unbelievably by his clone(The People who kidnapped Johnny Storm were deciples of Redemption, and extracted blood from Johnny Storm dayly so as to make a clone. The method of extraction...a good beating.) Johnny Storm was released of all charges by a friend who remained anonymous. Then...another odd transaction happened...while in jail...the sum of 2.4 billion dollars was transfered out of Johnny Storm's own bank, and moved to a secret location by Johnny Storm. However this again was not Johnny Storm, but his clone. Johnny Storm was broke for the first time ever, and this caused the young man to nearly go insane. For the first time in his life...he needed the buisness of wrestling just to get by from week to week. Storm did get a new start once again, by gaining a substantial sum of money by the anonymous figure who cleared him of the murder charges. This allowed him to continue the Storm Corporations buisness revenue, and now he is almost back to the status that he once was money wise. Now, representing the GWA as the Gladiator Champion, Johnny Storm has entered the Last Man Standing Tournament along with several other's from the GWA on an invasion of the Fans Wrestling Federation(FWF). Yet what Johnny Storm doesn't realize.....is the fact that his worst nightmare, has found him once again. And Redemption is in his wake.
The misconception that Redemption is evil is common, however, how can an Angel be evil? That's right...Redemption...is the "Sounding Angel". He is the Seventh Trumpet Sounder that breaks the Seventh Seal...which is a gate way to The Great Unknown(The place where the dead pass through on their way to heaven or hell, sometimes getting trapped there becoming spirits or ghosts: Purgatory. Also where Redemption & The Frayed Ends of Sanity reside). The Beast is contained within The Great Unknown, and when the seal is broken...Redemption will unleash him upon the earth. In all senses of the word...Redemption has the most important job of all. The only problem is...Redemption must make this call from earth, but because of his death by the hands of Johnny Storm, he is confined to the Great Unknown. His minions however, are not. So to make this call on time, Redemption must take a human host....but it must be of a certain breed. It must be the direct descendant of Jesus Christ(see past Scarlet/Eric Rayne RP's). Dermot Winterdawn....the trump card of a group of upstarts called the Left Hand, started and lead by a deciple of Redemption's, Dr. Montolive. The time draws closer & closer for the world for when Redemption will step into the embryo that grows within Dermot Winterdawn, and take over his body...becoming the Antichrist! Despite what some may think, Redemption is an angel of God, and he will do what he must to fulfill his prophecy.
Yet there is resistance. Another faction known as the Legacy, formed around 500 B.C., has stepped into line of the Left Hand & Redemption's deciples. They have gathered resources, and artifacts over their many years....causing it hard for Redemption to complete his plan. This faction believes that the Antichrist must be stopped...they believe...that they can actuallly stop God's word. Yet again..you have two factions that are in a battle to keep their normalcy alive. Yet again...you have two factions twisting the plans of what God really wants from us. Once again....you have a war that will decide the fate of the world, and not a single one of you know that it is being fought.**
::Oracle places his pen back into the ink well, and he looks out through his hood...red eyes beeding around the pages that he has just written. He questions which side is right, and which side is wrong. Or are they really both? Or maybe Neither? The questions ponder him untill he feels the icey stare of Redemption burrowing a hole into his back. Thought on the world Oracle originally came from may have been of our own accord, but in the Great Unknown things are heard without even having to speak them.::
Redemption: Do you doubt me Oracle?
Oracle: No M'lord...
Redemption: Have you shown the chronicle's of today yet?
Oracle: Yes sir...finishing up now. Things are drawing near aren't they M'lord?
Redemption: With every passing moment boy.....(with squinted eyes) With every passing moment...
::Redemption passes by Oracle...looking through a window at the twisted land scape of the Great Unknown. It is much like our own...actually..it is an exact replica, except in this world..things aren't as pleasent. Buildings, places, and people are twisted in the image of the resident. Gothic & Tortured. How did an angel get this way you may ask? That's funny..he would ask the same.::
AUGUST 1st, 2001
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
THE RAMADA INN, PENTHOUSE SUITE
UNITED WE STAND: 1:00p.m.
:: Johnny Storm stalks around his room angrily...looking about himself wondering where all this hostility came from. Steven Fury, President of the Gladiator Wrestling Association, gives him the schedule for upcoming GWA events...and that's why he's here in Seattle. Now Steven calls...and tells him that he's signed up for the Last Man Standing Tournament. He says he has special plans for this tournament...he want's to make it appear like a united front. Several GWA wrestlers have come into this tournament on behalf of Fury, and we are to inflitrate the FWF. Ha..what a standing order. Easier said than done right? Well in Fury's on words, "What better way to get our hands around the FWF's throat..than to beat them in a tournament they sponsor." Storm fumes at the thought of it all. It's not like he doesn't have enough to worry about being the Gladiator Champion, but now he has to baby sit some panty waisted b*tches from the FWF! Somehow Storm always gets in these messes, and somehow...he is confused everytime on how he got talked into it. He awaits a cameracrew from GWA....this would be his official statement to the FWF, and the Last Man Standing tournament......who was he going to address? I mean, who watches the FWF anyways? Like they have fans. It was just another worthless federation trying to be something better than what they really were...which wasn't to far off from a pile of sh*t. God...another ratings jump off Johnny Storm's name. This enfuriated the Gladiator Champion even further than he already was, as he takes up a bottle of Jack Daniels...and stalks around the room as if he is going to attack something with it. Instead the end of the bottle catches his lips...and he allows the brown liquid to slide down his throat. It burns a bit...causing him to smile. Alcohol wouldn't help this rage go away..but just maybe it would help point him in the right direction. Especially considering he would have to be drunk just to go out and perform in the ring with such a shitty talent pool that a tournament like this compiles. Oh well...what could it hurt? He can assume his dominance for the last time in this buisness, as the figure head of this buisness. Of coarse...knowing the FWF officials...and knowing that it is officially on FWF ground, despite what they say....an FWF employee will win this damn tournament. Hell...the guy who sweeps up after the FWF staff workers has a better chance of winning this tourney than a GWA wrestler. Goldman? HA! He's enducted into a hall of fame that him & his kind created. The only reason Johnny Storm wasn't apart of the FWF, was because he would never lower his standards to work for such a shitty organization. Unless of coarse the pay was good...then...there would be at least some incentive to do something other than run my mouth like those worthless bitches MISSLE & Jimmy Harmon! What a f*cking joke. "Mr. FWF" eh? Well the Gladiator Wrestling Association is the Federation that Fantastic built...and Johnny Storm has no intentions of losing this tourney. It doesn't matter whether you put someone in front of him....he's simply going to steam roll over them, and that's that. By the time this tournament is over, Goldman will be begging him to join his ranks...and only one thing can be said. "F*ck off!"::
Ding Dong
::Johnny Storm's head snaps up from his own thought's, and he takes off towards the door hastily. Now that the alcohol was doing it's proper job, he was ready to speak to the masses about what should be...one hell of a contest. Oh wait...he forgets, this is the FWF! Opening the door, he see's behind it GWA Field Reporter, Ross Bobby. Storm covers his face with his right hand....and stretches the skin in under his eyes. He shakes his head in disbelief. Steven Fury says that this tourney is important.....and they send Ross Bobby. Well that's it....He's f*cked! Ross Bobby was as ass backwards as his name sounds. He once even did an entire promo with a wrestler...but forgot to take the camera lens off of the view of his portable camera! Ross, with a goofy grin, stumbles into the room..and without even asking begins setting up his equipment in the sitting room. Storm closes the door, and slinks over to a seat in front of where Ross is setting up the camera. Ross makes sure everything is in place...and then sits down in front of Storm, on the other side of him. He gets a big stupid grin upon his face, before turning on his mic...and going to work.::
Ross Bobby: Welcome fans....and let me say that I am excited to be here with Johnny Storm, the Gladiator Champion...and one of the many men who are representing the GWA in the Last Man Standing Tournament sponsored by the FWF. Now Johnny...Can you tell me what you think of your first opponent?
Johnny Storm: You know...that's actually a good question Ross....except I don't know who I'm facing.
Ross Bobby: Oh.....Well let me see..
::Ross Bobby begins fumbling around in his bag, and he pulls out a piece of paper. He reads over it swiftly, and then places it back on the counter with a nod.::
Ross Bobby: It says here...that you are in the 2nd Brackett....and you are facing um...(ahem) Sick Puppy....
::Storm stares blankly at Ross for a few moments, and eyes him with confusion. He then shakes his head as if he had heard something wrong...and holds his hands out in front of him almost in an attempt to see if he is really in the room. Damn...was that Jack already going to his head. He looks back at the goofy reporter, and he clears his throat. And then cocks his head to the side to ask a question.::
Johnny Storm: SAY WHAT?
Ross Bobby: (picking the paper back up)It says that you are facing a guy named Sick Puppy...
::Johnny gives Ross a disgusted look, and then snatches the paper right out of his hands angrily. He looks over it a few moments...and then see's apparantly what Ross had seen....and grows an even more look of disgust on his face.::
Johnny Storm: What the hell...Who....Say what?
Ross Bobby: Sick Puppy....Your thoughts on the match?
Johnny Storm: (eyeing ross with confusion) um...give me a second Ross....I'm trying to think here. I mean......Si....Sic......Sick P...Sick Puppy? What the f*ck is that?
Ross Bobby: It's a wrestler I would presume...
Johnny Storm: You Sure?
Ross Bobby: That's an official Brackett form. The FWF supplied us with one to keep track of all our participants.
Johnny Storm: I..I don't know what to say about that one Ross. I mean....Si..Sick Puppy? What the hell? Wait a Damn Minuete...he's one of those FWF wrestlers isn't he?
Ross Bobby: Yes...I believe so..
Johnny Storm: (completely flabergasted) I really don't know what to say Ross.....I guess GOD DAMN is in order for someone named Sick Puppy. What do you think?
Ross Bobby: (chuckles) I guess if you say so...
Johnny Storm: F*cking right I say so! I mean....what the hell is up with that? Is this guy into beastiality or something? Is he an aspiring Vetenarian who just couldn't cut the mustard...and Ross...how does one cut the mustard? Is that anything like cutting the cheese? Cause it sounds like something this stupid bastard would do too. The government kind mind you. I mean....Sick....SICK PUPPY? I can't get over it Ross. They'll let anyone in this F*cking shit hole won't they? God Damn it..why does Fury feel the need to bash these son of a bitches! I mean...they are below us. Yet we are so hard set on putting them out of their misery. Damn it, this just reaks. Matter of fact..You reak Ross! Don't give me that sh*t faced look..you know it's true! Next time you come in here it better be good...cause Damn it I am the Gladiator Champion! I deserve better than this, and I sure as hell deserve better than Sick Puppy.
You know...it's not a matter of kicking the shit out of some talentless Jobber, but they said that the FWF was supposedly up on our level. They had standard competition. You know why i'm not in the bracketts with MISSLE & Jimmy Harmon...Cause I would walk in there and whip their GOD DAMN ASSES! Matter of fact...this whole situation can be sumed up in one gesture!
::Storm extends his middle finger along with his trademark sarcastic grin.::
Storm: Now Ross...get the hell out of here! I honestly don't have anything else to say to the fudge packers. If you want an interview for GWA tv, then come back later. I need to focus....(very mockingly) On Sick Puppy!
::Mumbling ensues after the last sarcastic line, as Ross Bobby gathers up his things quickly. The interview didn't last nearly as long as usual...but basically what else was there to be said. "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm was the lord of this dance, and I'm not talking that river shit either! Sick puppy would just end up just like all the rest...
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF HIS OWN F*CKING BLOOD!!
THE FRAYED ENDS OF SANITY
THE LEGACY & THE LEFT HAND
**In my years of existance upon this earth, which hasn't been to entirely long...I've found that everyone is always right. Always. It never fails that if a person believes a certain way they will often times die just to defend that cause. To defend that way of life. It becomes normalcy, and normalcy is a very powerful thing. When something feels normal....you know that it is correct. That it is home. Rather it really is accurate information or not...it is what you know...and you will keep what you know intact by any means necessary.
Religion is much the same. Everyone has a different view on God. Catholics, Baptists, Methodists, Presbaterians, Atheists, and the list goes on and on. Now most of these, with the exception of Atheists, have much the same views on God himself...however there are differences between state of body, and the head of the church that keeps them in confusion. The Catholic church in particular, has several differences....one in question is the corruption in the head of state. It is a known fact that the Caholic church changed the calander to fit their own personal schedules, and have kept scrolls written in Jesus' own blood...out of the reach of spectators. The truth is a very powerful thing, and when it is presented in front of everyone it can be very dangerous to the normalcy of a leadership. Leadership or Dictatorship? You take your pick. However...the point is normalcy. No matter what denomination you are....you have been pumped with the same useless knowledge that your peers have been given...making it normal for you to believe this way. Questioning God is something we always do, however, if those questions were to leak out in your churches...watch as your peers turn into your enemies.
The point is, whether you believe in God or not, normalcy in whatever form you choose...is a very real threat to the existance of this world. Men have fought wars over such religions. The Crusades, The War between Budhist & Hindu, Palastinians & Israelies, World War I, World War II, the threat of Muslum Terrorists. All of these are real threats to what people saw as normal, and so they are willing to do anything to keep their view of normalcy alive. These have all been documented in history books...they are real events, that have been viewed by the entire world.
Yet there is a war now...that has been alive since the time before Jesus' birth. The fight for the end of the world...and those that would oppose this idea. In every religion that believes in God....there is a time when God comes back to earth. There is a great destruction in his wake that will purify the masses, so that God can rebuild his kingdom. You have heard what your church has told you....now allow me to tell you the real story of the true war between good & evil.
People's perceptions have been altered. They have been filled with the useless lies that their churches and figure heads have developed to keep their money pouring out onto the collection plates. Everyone has been taught to fear the coming of the Beast. Everyone has been taught to fear the seven seals that will break upon the sounding of the seven trumpets of the seven angels from heaven. Everyone has been taught to fear this antichrist, and believe that he is the devil. This is where your misconceptions will be torn apart, and your bit of normalcy will be lost to you forever. I am here to finally reveal to you the truth....about Your God....and the true threat of the Antichrist...and the Beast, marked 666.
First I suppose I should start with Redemption, and his Frayed Ends of Sanity. This is not a statement about Redemption's state of mind...this is a group of followers of this not so normal entity. It has been almost two & a half years since Redemptions first appearance in the Total Carnage Wrestling Federation(TCWF) who was in the running for the top spot in sports entertainment right along with Survival Wrestling Association(SWA) & Global Championship Wrestling(GCW). It all started when Johnny Storm first won the TCWF World Heavyweight Championship. It was his first run as a champion, and what a title he had come across. However it was short lived, because Redemption appeared on the scene causing him to lose his Championship...and quite possiably his mind. Redemption swore that Storm would find exactly what his name says for his sins. So Redemption went on an undefeated streak....destroying whom ever stood in his way on Storm's behalf. Three of such people were Press, Flaming Youth, and Tammy Linn Sinch...who were all under Johnny Storm's payroll. Redemption walked through each person easily enough...and placed them in the Redeemer...a manuever that converted their brains to his mode of thinking. Soon he took the two young wrestlers & their valet, and reformed them in his gothic image. He changed Tammy Linn Sinch into something else...not human, but not beast. She was then forth called Salvation. Redemption opened up an Onslaught on the TCWF, using this new army that was self-made like it was some sort of chemestry project. Redemption's one quest....To break down Johnny Storm. Storm in an attempt to get away from Redemption jumped ship quickly to an upstart federation that was an independant at the time. TCWF soon closed without Storm's presence to help hold them above water. Redemption would not stop there however. He would go onto this independent, and played a controversal part in it's enevitable end. Of coarse...he was able to convert one more person into his fold....someone that plays a powerful part in the story that is being told now. Mikal Kole was a ring anouncer for the independent who just happened to be the one covering the Redemption story. Somehow Redemption was able to persuade the young journalist to join his side...and after the Redeemer...Kole was transformed into Oracle. This was Redemption's recorder of events. The person that keeps everything written within a single book. Nearly 4 months would go by before Johnny Storm would resurface in the wrestling world..and what better place to start than the SWA. After the TCWF's demise..there wasn't anything stopping this stellar federation of taking the number one spot. Johnny Storm went on to hold several fueds here, but the enevitable happened. Redemption once again resurfaced along with the rest of his band of misfits...running rampant across the federation. Here in the SWA...Redemption took control of an SWA cameraman called Bob Riley....who would later become Revelation. Revelations is basically Oracle's hand maid...he keeps a record on tape of all of Redemption's events and schedules. The SWA was where it all came down to Johnny Storm v.s. Redemption. Finally....what needed to be done from the very begining would happen. This not so final confrontation would end with Redemptions supposed death....however...an entity of his nature can not die. Little did Storm know, but there was more to Redemptions cuirousty in him than met the eye. SWA would soon close after the real story began...and Johnny Storm once again disappeared off of the face of the earth due to his company, the Storm Corporation's new buisness dealings with a rival company. After 6 months of off time, Johnny Storm was approached by his long time friend Steven Fury..former SWA superstar. Steven asked Johnny to make a return to wrestling in the GWA...an upstart federation with several familiar faces, however, Storm wasn't interested. He was happily retired...and Redemption was out of his life for good, or so he thought.Yet...there was one thing that did draw Storm out of retirement.....and that was the name Chris Damm. Johnny Storm had always had a vision. That vision involved Chris Damm face down, ass up in a pool of his own F*cking blood. Chris Damm had signed a deal with the GWA, and one week later...Johnny Storm was ready with contract in hand. It didn't take much time before Johnny Storm went after Damm, and the two would have one of the most rememberable fueds in wrestling history. Storm & Damm remained two of the top Main Eventer's in the GWA up untill September of 2000. Johnny Storm was kidnapped by a rival company in an attempt to get at his money...and Chris Damm was shot in the midsection by a crazed fan. Both men...were suddenly gone from the Gladiator Wrestling Association. 4 months would pass before Johnny Storm found an escape from his aggressors...his body was malnutrishioned & beaten senseless. He took a few weeks before making it known that he was alive, and back in the mix of things. The one thing that kept Storm going was the thought of facing off with Chris Damm again...one more time in the ring. Yet there was no Chris Damm. There was several new faces, and very few old faces. Storm was a stranger all over again in the GWA...a federation he helped build. However..this didn't stop him from coming through..and winning close to every title that the Gladiator Wrestling Association holds...including the Gladiator Championship, which he currently holds now. In a buisness such as wrestling...things change. So normalcy was not kept as Johnny Storm was found charged with murder...set up unbelievably by his clone(The People who kidnapped Johnny Storm were deciples of Redemption, and extracted blood from Johnny Storm dayly so as to make a clone. The method of extraction...a good beating.) Johnny Storm was released of all charges by a friend who remained anonymous. Then...another odd transaction happened...while in jail...the sum of 2.4 billion dollars was transfered out of Johnny Storm's own bank, and moved to a secret location by Johnny Storm. However this again was not Johnny Storm, but his clone. Johnny Storm was broke for the first time ever, and this caused the young man to nearly go insane. For the first time in his life...he needed the buisness of wrestling just to get by from week to week. Storm did get a new start once again, by gaining a substantial sum of money by the anonymous figure who cleared him of the murder charges. This allowed him to continue the Storm Corporations buisness revenue, and now he is almost back to the status that he once was money wise. Now, representing the GWA as the Gladiator Champion, Johnny Storm has entered the Last Man Standing Tournament along with several other's from the GWA on an invasion of the Fans Wrestling Federation(FWF). Yet what Johnny Storm doesn't realize.....is the fact that his worst nightmare, has found him once again. And Redemption is in his wake.
The misconception that Redemption is evil is common, however, how can an Angel be evil? That's right...Redemption...is the "Sounding Angel". He is the Seventh Trumpet Sounder that breaks the Seventh Seal...which is a gate way to The Great Unknown(The place where the dead pass through on their way to heaven or hell, sometimes getting trapped there becoming spirits or ghosts: Purgatory. Also where Redemption & The Frayed Ends of Sanity reside). The Beast is contained within The Great Unknown, and when the seal is broken...Redemption will unleash him upon the earth. In all senses of the word...Redemption has the most important job of all. The only problem is...Redemption must make this call from earth, but because of his death by the hands of Johnny Storm, he is confined to the Great Unknown. His minions however, are not. So to make this call on time, Redemption must take a human host....but it must be of a certain breed. It must be the direct descendant of Jesus Christ(see past Scarlet/Eric Rayne RP's). Dermot Winterdawn....the trump card of a group of upstarts called the Left Hand, started and lead by a deciple of Redemption's, Dr. Montolive. The time draws closer & closer for the world for when Redemption will step into the embryo that grows within Dermot Winterdawn, and take over his body...becoming the Antichrist! Despite what some may think, Redemption is an angel of God, and he will do what he must to fulfill his prophecy.
Yet there is resistance. Another faction known as the Legacy, formed around 500 B.C., has stepped into line of the Left Hand & Redemption's deciples. They have gathered resources, and artifacts over their many years....causing it hard for Redemption to complete his plan. This faction believes that the Antichrist must be stopped...they believe...that they can actuallly stop God's word. Yet again..you have two factions that are in a battle to keep their normalcy alive. Yet again...you have two factions twisting the plans of what God really wants from us. Once again....you have a war that will decide the fate of the world, and not a single one of you know that it is being fought.**
::Oracle places his pen back into the ink well, and he looks out through his hood...red eyes beeding around the pages that he has just written. He questions which side is right, and which side is wrong. Or are they really both? Or maybe Neither? The questions ponder him untill he feels the icey stare of Redemption burrowing a hole into his back. Thought on the world Oracle originally came from may have been of our own accord, but in the Great Unknown things are heard without even having to speak them.::
Redemption: Do you doubt me Oracle?
Oracle: No M'lord...
Redemption: Have you shown the chronicle's of today yet?
Oracle: Yes sir...finishing up now. Things are drawing near aren't they M'lord?
Redemption: With every passing moment boy.....(with squinted eyes) With every passing moment...
::Redemption passes by Oracle...looking through a window at the twisted land scape of the Great Unknown. It is much like our own...actually..it is an exact replica, except in this world..things aren't as pleasent. Buildings, places, and people are twisted in the image of the resident. Gothic & Tortured. How did an angel get this way you may ask? That's funny..he would ask the same.::
AUGUST 1st, 2001
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
THE RAMADA INN, PENTHOUSE SUITE
UNITED WE STAND: 1:00p.m.
:: Johnny Storm stalks around his room angrily...looking about himself wondering where all this hostility came from. Steven Fury, President of the Gladiator Wrestling Association, gives him the schedule for upcoming GWA events...and that's why he's here in Seattle. Now Steven calls...and tells him that he's signed up for the Last Man Standing Tournament. He says he has special plans for this tournament...he want's to make it appear like a united front. Several GWA wrestlers have come into this tournament on behalf of Fury, and we are to inflitrate the FWF. Ha..what a standing order. Easier said than done right? Well in Fury's on words, "What better way to get our hands around the FWF's throat..than to beat them in a tournament they sponsor." Storm fumes at the thought of it all. It's not like he doesn't have enough to worry about being the Gladiator Champion, but now he has to baby sit some panty waisted b*tches from the FWF! Somehow Storm always gets in these messes, and somehow...he is confused everytime on how he got talked into it. He awaits a cameracrew from GWA....this would be his official statement to the FWF, and the Last Man Standing tournament......who was he going to address? I mean, who watches the FWF anyways? Like they have fans. It was just another worthless federation trying to be something better than what they really were...which wasn't to far off from a pile of sh*t. God...another ratings jump off Johnny Storm's name. This enfuriated the Gladiator Champion even further than he already was, as he takes up a bottle of Jack Daniels...and stalks around the room as if he is going to attack something with it. Instead the end of the bottle catches his lips...and he allows the brown liquid to slide down his throat. It burns a bit...causing him to smile. Alcohol wouldn't help this rage go away..but just maybe it would help point him in the right direction. Especially considering he would have to be drunk just to go out and perform in the ring with such a shitty talent pool that a tournament like this compiles. Oh well...what could it hurt? He can assume his dominance for the last time in this buisness, as the figure head of this buisness. Of coarse...knowing the FWF officials...and knowing that it is officially on FWF ground, despite what they say....an FWF employee will win this damn tournament. Hell...the guy who sweeps up after the FWF staff workers has a better chance of winning this tourney than a GWA wrestler. Goldman? HA! He's enducted into a hall of fame that him & his kind created. The only reason Johnny Storm wasn't apart of the FWF, was because he would never lower his standards to work for such a shitty organization. Unless of coarse the pay was good...then...there would be at least some incentive to do something other than run my mouth like those worthless bitches MISSLE & Jimmy Harmon! What a f*cking joke. "Mr. FWF" eh? Well the Gladiator Wrestling Association is the Federation that Fantastic built...and Johnny Storm has no intentions of losing this tourney. It doesn't matter whether you put someone in front of him....he's simply going to steam roll over them, and that's that. By the time this tournament is over, Goldman will be begging him to join his ranks...and only one thing can be said. "F*ck off!"::
Ding Dong
::Johnny Storm's head snaps up from his own thought's, and he takes off towards the door hastily. Now that the alcohol was doing it's proper job, he was ready to speak to the masses about what should be...one hell of a contest. Oh wait...he forgets, this is the FWF! Opening the door, he see's behind it GWA Field Reporter, Ross Bobby. Storm covers his face with his right hand....and stretches the skin in under his eyes. He shakes his head in disbelief. Steven Fury says that this tourney is important.....and they send Ross Bobby. Well that's it....He's f*cked! Ross Bobby was as ass backwards as his name sounds. He once even did an entire promo with a wrestler...but forgot to take the camera lens off of the view of his portable camera! Ross, with a goofy grin, stumbles into the room..and without even asking begins setting up his equipment in the sitting room. Storm closes the door, and slinks over to a seat in front of where Ross is setting up the camera. Ross makes sure everything is in place...and then sits down in front of Storm, on the other side of him. He gets a big stupid grin upon his face, before turning on his mic...and going to work.::
Ross Bobby: Welcome fans....and let me say that I am excited to be here with Johnny Storm, the Gladiator Champion...and one of the many men who are representing the GWA in the Last Man Standing Tournament sponsored by the FWF. Now Johnny...Can you tell me what you think of your first opponent?
Johnny Storm: You know...that's actually a good question Ross....except I don't know who I'm facing.
Ross Bobby: Oh.....Well let me see..
::Ross Bobby begins fumbling around in his bag, and he pulls out a piece of paper. He reads over it swiftly, and then places it back on the counter with a nod.::
Ross Bobby: It says here...that you are in the 2nd Brackett....and you are facing um...(ahem) Sick Puppy....
::Storm stares blankly at Ross for a few moments, and eyes him with confusion. He then shakes his head as if he had heard something wrong...and holds his hands out in front of him almost in an attempt to see if he is really in the room. Damn...was that Jack already going to his head. He looks back at the goofy reporter, and he clears his throat. And then cocks his head to the side to ask a question.::
Johnny Storm: SAY WHAT?
Ross Bobby: (picking the paper back up)It says that you are facing a guy named Sick Puppy...
::Johnny gives Ross a disgusted look, and then snatches the paper right out of his hands angrily. He looks over it a few moments...and then see's apparantly what Ross had seen....and grows an even more look of disgust on his face.::
Johnny Storm: What the hell...Who....Say what?
Ross Bobby: Sick Puppy....Your thoughts on the match?
Johnny Storm: (eyeing ross with confusion) um...give me a second Ross....I'm trying to think here. I mean......Si....Sic......Sick P...Sick Puppy? What the f*ck is that?
Ross Bobby: It's a wrestler I would presume...
Johnny Storm: You Sure?
Ross Bobby: That's an official Brackett form. The FWF supplied us with one to keep track of all our participants.
Johnny Storm: I..I don't know what to say about that one Ross. I mean....Si..Sick Puppy? What the hell? Wait a Damn Minuete...he's one of those FWF wrestlers isn't he?
Ross Bobby: Yes...I believe so..
Johnny Storm: (completely flabergasted) I really don't know what to say Ross.....I guess GOD DAMN is in order for someone named Sick Puppy. What do you think?
Ross Bobby: (chuckles) I guess if you say so...
Johnny Storm: F*cking right I say so! I mean....what the hell is up with that? Is this guy into beastiality or something? Is he an aspiring Vetenarian who just couldn't cut the mustard...and Ross...how does one cut the mustard? Is that anything like cutting the cheese? Cause it sounds like something this stupid bastard would do too. The government kind mind you. I mean....Sick....SICK PUPPY? I can't get over it Ross. They'll let anyone in this F*cking shit hole won't they? God Damn it..why does Fury feel the need to bash these son of a bitches! I mean...they are below us. Yet we are so hard set on putting them out of their misery. Damn it, this just reaks. Matter of fact..You reak Ross! Don't give me that sh*t faced look..you know it's true! Next time you come in here it better be good...cause Damn it I am the Gladiator Champion! I deserve better than this, and I sure as hell deserve better than Sick Puppy.
You know...it's not a matter of kicking the shit out of some talentless Jobber, but they said that the FWF was supposedly up on our level. They had standard competition. You know why i'm not in the bracketts with MISSLE & Jimmy Harmon...Cause I would walk in there and whip their GOD DAMN ASSES! Matter of fact...this whole situation can be sumed up in one gesture!
::Storm extends his middle finger along with his trademark sarcastic grin.::
Storm: Now Ross...get the hell out of here! I honestly don't have anything else to say to the fudge packers. If you want an interview for GWA tv, then come back later. I need to focus....(very mockingly) On Sick Puppy!
::Mumbling ensues after the last sarcastic line, as Ross Bobby gathers up his things quickly. The interview didn't last nearly as long as usual...but basically what else was there to be said. "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm was the lord of this dance, and I'm not talking that river shit either! Sick puppy would just end up just like all the rest...
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF HIS OWN F*CKING BLOOD!!