Post by Press1269 on Feb 27, 2016 3:52:39 GMT
AUGUST 11th, 2001
SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS
ROSE PARK CEMETERY
DEATH IN THE FAMILY...JUST NOT MINE: 6:00 p.m.
::A black stretch limo pulls into the long drive way leading down the row of gravestones of Rose Park Cemetery in San Antonio, Texas. A funeral appears to be in service off in the distance...and the limo makes it's turn towards that plot...slowly creeping up behind already parked cars. The Limo pulls over into some grass, and parks itself. The driver hops out of the drivers seat, and runs to the back of the limo...pulling the door open swiftly. "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm appears stepping out of the limo onto the soft grass of the graveyard. Storm looks around...he hated places such as these. Death all around, yet in the ground. It was still bad enough.....so many painful memories. So many graveyard attended services just like this one at such a tender age. Storm strolls through the grass, still a good ways away from the service. His eyes are fixated to the ground....he didn't know the woman, Monica Delioncourte, very well. Hell he didn't know the woman, who's his reason for being here, very well. Johnny continues to stroll, and before long he can slowly begin to hear catholic specks of latin dialogue trailing off in the distance. He looks up, and he finds himself drawing near the large tent that was erected over top of the grave site. He longingly looks into the standing room only crowd...and into the seats where one Scarlett Rayne Sengir would be positioned. Probably somewhere near her impossiable brother, Eric Rayne. Both GWA superstars....both...mixed up inside of Johnny Storm's mind. All he want's to know...is why?
Storm continues to walk forward, not paying attention to where he is. He stops now....feeling that he was close enough. A huge oak tree grows a few feet away from the service....and Johnny finds himself drawn there. His Armani suit wrinkles a little as he leans against the tree, watching the service. He is reminded of the double ceremony that he had undergone so many years ago when his parents died. Thats a hard thing to live up to when your 12 years old. Hell....at any age. Johnny Storm hears music playing over near the tent signaling that the end is drawing near on the ceremony. A young woman wearing a black dress belts out a religious song, which brings back even more memories of when, what, and where. Not to much longer passes before the people begin to flutter amongst themselves...and comotion can be heard. People talking...crying...hugging one another. A few people who didn't know Monica, but knew her family...already making their way back to their cars. Johnny Storm watches on now in interest......looking for the one person he knows that can make sense of his life as of late. Storm eyes roll from group to group...trying to spy upon them to get a better view of where Scarlett may be. After a few moments of this...one group disbands to join other groups, and there she is.
Johnny Storm can feel his heart flutter a bit....watching as Scarlett Rayne Sengir stands off to the side. Off by herself with no one to comfort her. Her brother surrounded by others.....the only one who might have understood her situation. No one could. Or so that's what she thought. Johnny Storm could understand it...cause Johnny Storm had lived it.::
Scarlett's Thoughts: Monica...your gone. I still can't believe it. What am I going to do without you? Your guidance...your friendship. You were my best friend. How am I supposed to survive without you? How is Eric going to live without you? Oh what a mess we've been put in. If it wasn't for me you would still be alive. If it weren't for me you would be here talking to me right now about how foolish I am for throwing my marriage away. Now who will I turn to for sisterly advice? What are we to do....without your love anymore.
::Scarlett continues to stand by herself....and Johnny watches this on in interest. What should he do? What would she want him to do? Just appear...out of no where? Suddenly Scarlett's eyes move from the ground where she had her attention drawn, to the large tree where Johnny had been hidden in the shadows. Had she seen him? Did she just know he was there. Johnny see's a smile cross her face, and he feels a wave of relief wash over him. Johnny slowly begins to step out from the shadows...only to be cut off by another body. Storm quickly takes a step back into the darkness.....as he see's Jared Sengir, carrying Scarlett & His son, Tyler, in his arms. Storm rescesses into the darkness...the child staring back at him as they slowly come towards the mother. Scarlett's smile is sweet and loving as her husband reaches her. Tyler stretches out before they even get there, and finds his mothers loving embrace...nearly snatching him up out of Jared's arms.::
Tyler: MOMMY!!!
Scarlett: OH baby...I've missed you so. Man you've gotten bigger since I saw you a couple of weeks ago.
Tyler: Mommy...where did you go? I miss you!
Scarlett: (giving Jared a desperate glance) Mommy had to go away for a while on buisness. I love you baby....look at you. I've missed you too...
Tyler: Did you see the bad man Mommy?
Scarlett: What bad man baby? Where?
Tyler: Out by the tree...he's watching you. I seen him...seen him in my dream! He...he's a bad man. He did bad things to Uncle Eric & Daddy!
::Scarlett & Jared both exchange a look of concern for their son, and then turn back to the tree where Storm is now submerged in it's shadow. Completely unseen from their eyes. Scarlett then looks back to Tyler::
Scarlett: See baby...there's no bad man over there.
Tyler: He was a minuete ago.....
Scarlett:(with a smile, and a hug) I've missed you my darling...
Tyler: Mommy...when are you going to come home? When are you and Daddy going to be together?
::Scarlett shoots Jared another desperate glance, and this time Jared helps Tyler out of Scarlett's arms. He sets him down lightly, and smiles down upon him.::
Jared: Why don't you go visit with Uncle Eric....I know he'ld be happy to see you.
::Tyler nods, and takes off running towards a group of people..burrowing his way through the taller legs of adults, untill reaching the middle where Eric finds a happy surprise. Jared & Scarlett smile at Eric's reaction, which is to scoop the tyke up, and hug him to death. Scarlett then turns back to Jared...who smiles, and looks back to her.::
Scarlett: Say he's been having dreams?
Jared: Yeah...more like nightmares. They are becoming more frequent.
Scarlett: Perhaps I should have him tested for the sight...
Jared: I don't know...he's so young. Maybe we should let him be normal for a few more years.
Scarlett: And that isn't normal....my work isn't normal?
Jared: That's not what I'm saying Scarlett....God Damn it..why is it always a conflict with you?!
::Scarlett starts to say something in return...but then casts her gaze back to the soft grass. He was right. It was always a conflict with her...she could never just allow a gentle conversation to ensue. Jared places his hands on his hips as if to continue to attack her...but see's the sadness in her eyes. He slowly reaches over, and places his hand in under her chin...lifting it to where she now gazes into his eyes. Tears begin to swell..as she delivers the sweet smile that Jared had been missing for weeks. She had missed his touch as well. What was she thinking...this was her family. This was the man of her dreams...him and no other. She took the vows to prove this. How could she think of ever leaving him. They were like the Varsity Foot Ball Player & The Head Cheerleader....Perfect for each other. Like out of a movie.
Johnny Storm smiles to himself as he watches Jared's hand on Scarlett's face. That was his wife. That was his sweet lovely girl. Who was Johnny Storm to stand in the way of a family. Hell..she had a son with this man. A child to be formed in their vision of what the perfect suburbian life could be. Johnny Storm laughs to himself at the thought of Scarlett in that life style, but who was he to tell her that she deserved better...when that was really what she wanted? Johnny Storm realizes finally what he has to do...and what the price will be. For the first time in his life he had to be a man. He had to prove that he was ready for anything, by walking away from something that felt so right. Maybe Scarlett wasn't the one from his dream....maybe it was just a on night mistake. He wasn't sure what to make of it all...but he knew...that he would have to leave it behind him. Storm slowly but surely begins to take a few steps backwards, leaving the sanctity of the darkness of the tree. Sunset had started, and cast an orange glow across the gloomy landscape. It was actually quite beautiful. The way perhaps Johnny would want to be put down into a grave one day. Storm slowly backs away...watching Scarlett all the way...trying to convince his heart that his head is right.
Scarlett move her face lovingly to the feel of Jared's touch. She had missed it, as he had missed giving it to her. She smiled up at him, and for a moment it felt like nothing had happened between them. They were together again...lovers, friends....the best of both. But the soft glow of orange from the setting sun causes Scarlett's eyes to advert from Jared for just a moment, and she looks out towards the sky. Instead of a glimpse of the sky...she suddenly see's a vision. A silloutte...the same silloutte from her dream. She tries to shake the feeling by closing her eyes, but as the come back open the vision is sitll there. The dream was there...the man she couldn't quite make out in her dream...standing out in a field of tombstones.....walking away. The light changes for a moment, the sun dropping a little further, and the figure takes shape into something more...and Scarlett see's standing in the sillouttes place....Johnny Storm. What was supposed to be a frown at the sight of him is a smile...and Jared see's that her loveing smile has now been turned on another object other than him. He slowly turns, only to see the man who had caused all this trouble in the first place. Jared's lip curls in disgust, and he slowly breaks his touch on Scarlett....stalking off towards Storm. Scarlett continues to watch Storm...who now smiles. She is mesmerized...untill Jared's back cuts off her sight of Storm, and she is brought crashing back to reality. Scarlett then hurridly tries to catch up to Jared, so as to keep a fight from breaking out right here at her best friends funeral.
Jared coms to stand right in front of Storm, pushing his chest out as if to threaten the much better in shape Storm. Johnny simply bucks back up, both men...face to face...and the hate can be seen as Scarlett rushes up between them. She places her hand on Jared's arm, and softly makes a request.::
Scarlett: Please Jared.....not here..
::Jared shrugs off her touch as if it were poisin, and shoots her a dangerous gaze. Scarlett takes a few steps back from the two men...and she see's the hurt in Jared's eyes as she does so. He then turns his attention back to Storm, his fists balled up at his side.::
Jared: Who in the hell do you think you are coming here?
Johnny Storm: I'm coming to visit a friend...and make sure a certain someone is alright.
Jared: Well as you can see she is alright!
Johnny Storm: I agree.....your the only one who seem's to be a little tense around here Jared.
Jared: I"ll show you tense you son of a bitch!
Scarlett: JARED!!
::Jared stops...and turns to Scarlett now...hurt in his eyes. He snarls almost in her direction, and Storm see's that she is unable to say anything in her defense. Storm then does the unexpected.....holding his hands out in front of himself...putting himself in front of Jared...he nods to him with an easy smile.::
Johnny Storm: Alright Jared...I'm going to go. You are a lucky man my friend....make sure you realize that without making more trouble for yourself. Just let it go, and learn to forgive. I'm leaving.
::Johnny Storm slowly begins to back up..as Jared watches him with a glint of anger still in his eyes. He then allows the words to sink in, and he nods slowly...watching as Storm draws farther away from them. Of coarse....No one could have expected what happened next.
Eric Rayne comes rushing in on Storm from out of no where....seemingly right up from out of the ground. Eric allows one good punch in on Storm, that knocks the Gladiator Champion down to the ground. Eric then drops down onto Storm, as he covers up so that Eric's blows can't do any further damage. Eric begins to swing wildly with rage in his eyes as he screams & rants.::
Eric Rayne: YOU SON OF A BITCH!! SHE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!!!
::Jared & Scarlett are both stunned as Legacy members, including Eric's father...Derek Rayne, begin to rush over. Jared suddenly himself hops into action..helping to drag Eric off of Storm, who now sits up...whiping a trickle of blood from his bottom lip. He watches as the Legacy members all begin to drag Eric off towards a limo parked near the front of the caravan of cars of people who came to observe the service. Scarlett looks to Storm, and then to Jared.....now the only three people left out in the field of the dead. Storm slowly gets up to his feet...and Scarlett slowly begins to turn away from him...but stops...unable to get her feet to walk towards the limo where her brother had been taken.
Scarlett's heart begins to ache...here eyes adverting up towards Monica's grave....where they are pushing dirt into the open ground. She wants to be with the man behind her...the man who has caused all this trouble. She wants him more than anything that she can think of....but she can't. The man in front of her....this was her husband, this was the man she chose to spend the rest of her life with. She had a child with him... a beautiful little boy that they created out of love. She knew that these feelings inside her were wrong...then why did they feel so right? Johnny Storm watches Scarlett from behind...her inability to move, the struggle within. He see's an oppurtunity to tell her the ache that he feels for her when she's not around.
Storm suddenly springs into motion, rushing in on Scarlett before she can do anything to stop him. He takes her by the arm, and whirls her around...gently moving her out in front of him to where she is forced to face him. He lowers his head down...so as to look her directly in the eyes.::
Johnny Storm: Come on Scarlett.....You know what you really want is with me! It's just like Seattle...it's time to make a choice! It's time for you to make a decision for the future. Do you go back to your little family, or do you go on a much more exciting adventure. One filled with love, and passionate moonlit passion out on a hot summer night. Tell me what it is you want Scarlett.....tell me!
::Jared's eyes flare up at the gaul of this man Johnny Storm. Who in the hell was he to dare put his hands on his wife in such a manner? Who was he to say such sweet things in her ear? It was here that Jared finally had heard & taken enough. Jared quickly moves in on Storm, giving him a shove to knock him away from Scarlett. Scarlett stands there...unable to do anything...in a coma like state of mind. Jared hooks Storm around the shirt, and Johnny does much the same to Jared. Suddenly both men are locked together....fists raised and rared back to throw a punch at each other. As the tension of violence draws near.......they are stopped by a sudden stern voice.::
Scarlett: STOP!
::Both Jared & Storm slowly look from one another, over to Scarlett who looks at both of them with contempt. She then looks to Storm......the contempt fleeting. Her love being shown...here eyes focusing on his. He could see it in her eyes that this was it, and he could hardly wait. She smiled slightly, and Jared watched on in horror. He could see it in her eyes...she loved this man....he was going to lose her here tonight...and there was nothing he could do about it. The thing that came from her mouth next however, shocked both men.::
Scarlett: (still looking at Johnny) I think it would be better if you would go...
::Storm's eyes open widely, and then slowly close...as if to simply hold back the tears that are begining to fill them. He lets an odd sound escape his lips to push them back...as he slowly releases his grip on Jared, and stumbles backwards....void of stability. His eyes open once more, as he grips at a head stone to keep his balance. He looks as if Jared had punched him...and he is off balance as the pain begins to set in. Johnny feels his heart breaking as he takes another step...the tears swellnig within him. He closes his eyes once more, and looks to the ground. Finally allowing for a gasp of air, that is much louder than normal...as if it is the first gasp of air after being trapped in a breathless vacum. He suddenly looks up towards Scarlett, his usual cool smile across his face. But she can see it...his heart breaking through his eyes. Her own heart stops as those eyes fall on her...and she feels her own breath slack off into nothing. Her own eyes begin to fill with tears as she see's the thing that she has done. She see's it in his eyes as he continues to smile...trying to maintain any control he may still have. If the eyes are the windows to the soul...she finally sees what it is this game has cost. She see's Johnny Storm's soul breaking to the point of no return. He had honestly thought that she would have went with him.....and so did she. The two exchange this gaze.....and Jared can do nothing but watch the shared emotions between his wife and this stranger. Storm finally nods.....as if to tell himself that it is time for him to regain some function in under his legs. He slowly begins to stumble backwards.....finally being able to pivet and turn his back on her. He slowly makes his way towards the limo.....using the gravestones for support when he needs them. Jared takes a step back....feeling a tear enter his eyes as well. He knows now that his wife is lost, although she may have not left. And as Johnny Storm crawls into the back seat of the limo, Scarlett Rayne Sengir drops to her knee's in anguish, and finally takes in a breath......and allows the tears to fall from her eyes. The limo tears out of the grass and onto the pavement....and Johnny Storm returns back to his hotel....utterly alone.::
AUGUST 11th, 2001
SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS
THREE DIFFERENT SPOTS ACROSS THE TOWN
A VIEW THROUGH THE SHATTERED GLASS: 11:00p.m.
ERIC RAYNE
::Eric leans back in his couch at the Hyatt Hotel, where he has stationed his residance for the evening. Derek Rayne, his father, covers him with a blanket. Eric watches out the window blankly...unsure of what he was feeling at the moment. I guess a sea of confusion would be the best way to describe it. Questions such as; How could this happen? What will I do now? Will I ever love again? Will I ever live again? Eric was sadly in a state that sometimes we all find. He didn't want to be there...but it's where he had to be for the mourning process to settle in. His fiance` was dead....and it was Johnny Storm's fault. Or was it his? He should have been there for her more, yet his wrestling career had kept him occupied for a while. Steven Fury, His Friend, had him busy with other matters.....that don't seem so important now. How would he be able to go on anymore without Monica? How could anything be normal ever again? Eric felt tears fill his eyes, as Derek came over to sit down beside him.....in his hand....a shot of Jack Daniel's whiskey. Derek holds the alcohol out in front of him, and Eric looks at it blankly.::
Eric Rayne: I don't drink Jack Daniel's father...
Derek Rayne: In times of these son, let me just say this.....sometimes to erase the pain we must do things we normally would not do.
::Eric eyes the glass, and then painfully nods...as if this was a better way to understand things than he had already been trying to. He reaches out taking the glass in his hand....and turns it up, as Derek continues on with words of mourning...and words of encouragement.::
SCARLETT RAYNE SENGIR
::Jared Sengir lay asleep on a couch in the living room of a Penthouse Suite in the Hyatt Hotel, where the Legacy Family had held up during the service for Monica Delioncourte this week. Young Tyler Sengir lay in the bed, where just a few moments ago his mother had been laying as well. HIs tiny fingers are wrapped around a bear, given to him as a present by his mother......asleep, allowing gentle breaths. The door to the balcony of the room is open...and Scarlett Rayne Sengir stands out on the balcony....her beautiful hair flowing around in the night wind. Her thoughts are of Johnny Storm, although her husband sleeps right over in the next room. She is unsure of herself as she stands there at the edge of the balcony. Thoughts of jumping had crossed her mind, because she wasn't quite sure whether she could take much more of this. Especially without him. Johnny Storm may have been a late arrival, but he was there in her heart far before they had met on a Seattle Dance floor. And now....she had lost him forever. She could only wonder, was he somewhere watching the same stars as she?
JOHNNY STORM
::Johnny Storm sinks back into the couch....the Jack Daniels bottle falling to the floor from a limp hand. His eyes seem to have sunken back into his head, as the alcohol pushes through his system. He leans forward....woosily all the way. Seeming as if he may just fall off the couch where he sits......a hand placed on a fresh bottle of Jack he had brought up about an hour ago. The bell hop had tried to take it back with him after seeing the condition of the Gladiator Champion, however a well placed bitch slap across the cheek stopped any ideas of that. Storm pops the lid off of the alcohol.....and simply brings it to his lips. He is unable however, without the steadiness of both hands to hold it above his head so that the hot feeling can brush down his throat. His blood shot eyes look down to the table...and he sets the bottle down there as well. He reaches over to take the Colt Python hand gun within his hands....opening up the revolving chamber that holds all 6 bullets of death. It is already loaded. For weeks now Storm had been playing a game of russian roullette with himself...but tonight was no game. All of the chambers were loaded, and he was ready to end the pain that continued to bubble up inside of him. He lazily brings the gun up into his hand....closing the chamber, and clicking the safety from 'safe' to 'armed'. He then slowly raises the gun up to his head....he looks to the window...where his reflection is seen. He closes his eyes for a moment, and he then looks back to his reflection. Right as he pulls against the trigger he feels his eyes go back into his head, and pitch blackness takes over. The gun falls limply from his hands, and hits the floor...allowing a shot to fire out into the window. The glass shatters...and Johnny Storm's reflection shatters along with it. HIs eyes slowly open once again...barely able to hold himself up in under his drunken stooper. He stares blankly at the Shattered glass and wonders to himself.......and then it hits him. Tears swell up in his eyes, and he begins to sob violently....he places his head in his hands as they fill with salty water. The Shattered Glass...was a mere reflection...of his shattered life.
AUGUST 13th, 2001
SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS
MARIOTT HOTEL, PENTHOUSE SUITE
PERSONAL RECORDING DEVICES: 1:00p.m.
Johnny Storm: Rain. Something that happens when a cold front comes together with a warm front, and the two airs mix together to form a high pressure storm front. This allows the two airs to be given mass as forms of participation. The droplets come together to form a cloud. Once formed, they are pushed across the air by forces of wind....traveling upon the different belts of pressure across the world. Once in a low density area of air, it becomes harder to travel....thus the droplets of participation that make up this cloud must leave some of the participation behind to lighten the load. Thus...you have rain. Rain is a force of nature.....a sometimes destructive force that can cause flooding & erosion. It can cause poor visiability, and standing still waters on our roads.
Rain not only causes physical problems, but also causes emotional problems. There is nothing worse than a dreary day....it prevents the sun from coming out...it causes you to think of those days that you really wish you didn't have to get up in the morning. Those days that remind you that your life sucks. That remind you that everything is falling apart around you, even the weather. Who likes to look out and see rain falling outside when they know they have to go tromping through it to get to the store. Who want's to see a flood rushing outside their basement door from the inside of their house, because the rain has caused it to be so. Let's put it this way....Rain Sucks.
It's funny how some aspects of rain coincide with Rayne.....and some do not. Such as the destructive force of real rain.....where as Rayne is kind of like a puppy dog chasing his tale. However...if one thing is true about both forms of rain.......it's the part about Rayne Sucking.
Rayne...you can act like you matter to this company, and you can make waves in the back about how things are going to be different. Well your right Rayne....Things will be different. It won't take me nearly as long to beat the living shit out of you! I'm so sick of seeing you and your TOTALLY DISGUSTING group come out here and expecting to get some sort of jump on me & the Brotherhood. We are a well oiled machine, and we are going to run right through you like a train if you setp in our way this Wendsday. I saw your promo....I caught it in my plane on the way to San Antonio. I see now that you have completely lost your mind, that you think that you can honestly win. I see a man at the end of his rope...trying to plea with a bunch of bumbling morons not to come out during this match. Well pal....you have my word since your so worried about interference......that The Brotherhood will not come out during this match. They will stay their happy asses in the back, because they know the truth. And the truth is this Rayne......It only takes one of us, to beat all four of you! SO what's with a little one on one action? No problem.
However this is where my problem comes in. Total Disgusting & The Brotherhood are not going to be at ring side....I think we have established that. But I listened to what you had to say....and the fact that you really meant it...that is what disturbed me. The fact that you believe that you can beat me. The fact that you believe that this Insurrection that this is all going to be different from last time. You believe that you are going to come to that ring with nothing, and then turn around and walk out the Gladiator Champion. This fabrication of events that you've created is amusing Rayne. You...are amusing. The fact that you believe that you have the talent...The God Given Athleticisim...to compete with someone of my calibur. Well it's time for you to prove it Rayne...you get your chance. But you see...there's one thing that will be different than last time Rayne. Steven Fury won't be in this match to screw with me.....and that means I'll end you all that much earlier! MAKE NO MISTAKE RAYNE...I am going to end you. I'm so sick of hearing your pathetic sob stories...IN NO MORE THAN ONE WEEK I SINGLE HANDEDLY TOOK THE BROTHERHOOD BY THE REIGNS!!...and look...at what they've accomplished. Out of six titles, we hold two of them....and the only reason Ryosuke Mitsurugi isn't the Falconer Champ right now is because the head office likes to screw people out of their championships. Well I assure you Rayne, that I will not be screwed out of a title. I've held this strap longer than anyone in this federation....INCLUDING MEI.....whom I wouldn't mind kicking the shit out of one more time. The point is this...I have had epic battles with the top names in wrestling. I am a top name in wrestilng. I am a household name...kids wear my T-shirt, and include me in their prayers...because I am a superstar of the Gladiator Wrestling Association...and you....are NOTHING!
I don't think anyone around here gets it. This federation is so full of hock, that they don't understand that I am their savior. If Johnny Storm was not apart of the roster of this fed, then this place would go to hell in a hand basket. Everyone wants to be on top. The difference between me and everyone however....is the fact that I AM ON TOP!
There are alot of factors involved here Rayne. I'm feeling real personal about this...because you are trying to plot to take something that doesn't belong to you. You are trying to take away my title...and the only way to do that is to get personal about it Rayne. You'll never understand that...as long as you are a C Class wrestler. As long as you are a jobber, in a band of Jobbers...trying to lead them to success...you will never have this belt. You have to be able to do it by yourself, and without any help. And I'm going to prove to you that this is not the day. You may say stay in the back to your boys....but this is not the day. It's not untill you break away from your brother...it's not untill you break away from them. It's not untill you break away from these fans that cheer...boo....cry.....scream...taunt....that you can be a man of substance. Untill then....you will never know what that substance is. And as long as you allow them to dictate your actions....you will continue to strive to have that substance...yet it is out of your reach!
Quite put, and in the simpilist of words Rayne.....you are going to find out what it all really means. What this phrase stands for...and even though those people boo me, they use this in their pathetic trailor park lives. It's because this rings out true any time you wrestle "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm....and it will rain true this week as well. Cause Rayne your just going to end up like all the rest.....
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!
::Johnny Storm reaches over and across from himself to click the off switch of the video camera he has set up in front of himself. He didn't feel like listening to Ross Bobby spit out stupid questions, so instead he went to a local Wal-Mart, and bought a video camera.....the best that they had.....and just videotaped himself. He pulls the unrewound tape from the recorder...and places a piece of sticky paper to it. He then writes "Johnny Storm Interview...August 13th, 2001" on the side of it. He opens up a large envelope with bubble wrap on the inside to protect it's contents. He then drops the tape down inside, and closes it up......the postmark....GWA offices in Canada. Storm sets the package down on the table...and his dark eyes move through the darkness of the large penthouse suite. He looks out the window, where last night he had blown the window out with a colt python. Of coarse that was all apart of this growing stress in his life...but that stress was gone. As was the thought of Scarlett Rayne Sengir. She had made her choice, and now she must live with it. As must Storm. What better way to prove this new found vision of being ok without her in his thoughts....than going after her in the Last Man Standing Tournament. That's right...she's his opponent...and it's time Mrs. Sengir...for you to pay. For what.......this blood that drips from my wounded heart. Good bye GWA....daddy's coming home, and he's going to bring an umbrella for the Rayne.::
SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS
ROSE PARK CEMETERY
DEATH IN THE FAMILY...JUST NOT MINE: 6:00 p.m.
::A black stretch limo pulls into the long drive way leading down the row of gravestones of Rose Park Cemetery in San Antonio, Texas. A funeral appears to be in service off in the distance...and the limo makes it's turn towards that plot...slowly creeping up behind already parked cars. The Limo pulls over into some grass, and parks itself. The driver hops out of the drivers seat, and runs to the back of the limo...pulling the door open swiftly. "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm appears stepping out of the limo onto the soft grass of the graveyard. Storm looks around...he hated places such as these. Death all around, yet in the ground. It was still bad enough.....so many painful memories. So many graveyard attended services just like this one at such a tender age. Storm strolls through the grass, still a good ways away from the service. His eyes are fixated to the ground....he didn't know the woman, Monica Delioncourte, very well. Hell he didn't know the woman, who's his reason for being here, very well. Johnny continues to stroll, and before long he can slowly begin to hear catholic specks of latin dialogue trailing off in the distance. He looks up, and he finds himself drawing near the large tent that was erected over top of the grave site. He longingly looks into the standing room only crowd...and into the seats where one Scarlett Rayne Sengir would be positioned. Probably somewhere near her impossiable brother, Eric Rayne. Both GWA superstars....both...mixed up inside of Johnny Storm's mind. All he want's to know...is why?
Storm continues to walk forward, not paying attention to where he is. He stops now....feeling that he was close enough. A huge oak tree grows a few feet away from the service....and Johnny finds himself drawn there. His Armani suit wrinkles a little as he leans against the tree, watching the service. He is reminded of the double ceremony that he had undergone so many years ago when his parents died. Thats a hard thing to live up to when your 12 years old. Hell....at any age. Johnny Storm hears music playing over near the tent signaling that the end is drawing near on the ceremony. A young woman wearing a black dress belts out a religious song, which brings back even more memories of when, what, and where. Not to much longer passes before the people begin to flutter amongst themselves...and comotion can be heard. People talking...crying...hugging one another. A few people who didn't know Monica, but knew her family...already making their way back to their cars. Johnny Storm watches on now in interest......looking for the one person he knows that can make sense of his life as of late. Storm eyes roll from group to group...trying to spy upon them to get a better view of where Scarlett may be. After a few moments of this...one group disbands to join other groups, and there she is.
Johnny Storm can feel his heart flutter a bit....watching as Scarlett Rayne Sengir stands off to the side. Off by herself with no one to comfort her. Her brother surrounded by others.....the only one who might have understood her situation. No one could. Or so that's what she thought. Johnny Storm could understand it...cause Johnny Storm had lived it.::
Scarlett's Thoughts: Monica...your gone. I still can't believe it. What am I going to do without you? Your guidance...your friendship. You were my best friend. How am I supposed to survive without you? How is Eric going to live without you? Oh what a mess we've been put in. If it wasn't for me you would still be alive. If it weren't for me you would be here talking to me right now about how foolish I am for throwing my marriage away. Now who will I turn to for sisterly advice? What are we to do....without your love anymore.
::Scarlett continues to stand by herself....and Johnny watches this on in interest. What should he do? What would she want him to do? Just appear...out of no where? Suddenly Scarlett's eyes move from the ground where she had her attention drawn, to the large tree where Johnny had been hidden in the shadows. Had she seen him? Did she just know he was there. Johnny see's a smile cross her face, and he feels a wave of relief wash over him. Johnny slowly begins to step out from the shadows...only to be cut off by another body. Storm quickly takes a step back into the darkness.....as he see's Jared Sengir, carrying Scarlett & His son, Tyler, in his arms. Storm rescesses into the darkness...the child staring back at him as they slowly come towards the mother. Scarlett's smile is sweet and loving as her husband reaches her. Tyler stretches out before they even get there, and finds his mothers loving embrace...nearly snatching him up out of Jared's arms.::
Tyler: MOMMY!!!
Scarlett: OH baby...I've missed you so. Man you've gotten bigger since I saw you a couple of weeks ago.
Tyler: Mommy...where did you go? I miss you!
Scarlett: (giving Jared a desperate glance) Mommy had to go away for a while on buisness. I love you baby....look at you. I've missed you too...
Tyler: Did you see the bad man Mommy?
Scarlett: What bad man baby? Where?
Tyler: Out by the tree...he's watching you. I seen him...seen him in my dream! He...he's a bad man. He did bad things to Uncle Eric & Daddy!
::Scarlett & Jared both exchange a look of concern for their son, and then turn back to the tree where Storm is now submerged in it's shadow. Completely unseen from their eyes. Scarlett then looks back to Tyler::
Scarlett: See baby...there's no bad man over there.
Tyler: He was a minuete ago.....
Scarlett:(with a smile, and a hug) I've missed you my darling...
Tyler: Mommy...when are you going to come home? When are you and Daddy going to be together?
::Scarlett shoots Jared another desperate glance, and this time Jared helps Tyler out of Scarlett's arms. He sets him down lightly, and smiles down upon him.::
Jared: Why don't you go visit with Uncle Eric....I know he'ld be happy to see you.
::Tyler nods, and takes off running towards a group of people..burrowing his way through the taller legs of adults, untill reaching the middle where Eric finds a happy surprise. Jared & Scarlett smile at Eric's reaction, which is to scoop the tyke up, and hug him to death. Scarlett then turns back to Jared...who smiles, and looks back to her.::
Scarlett: Say he's been having dreams?
Jared: Yeah...more like nightmares. They are becoming more frequent.
Scarlett: Perhaps I should have him tested for the sight...
Jared: I don't know...he's so young. Maybe we should let him be normal for a few more years.
Scarlett: And that isn't normal....my work isn't normal?
Jared: That's not what I'm saying Scarlett....God Damn it..why is it always a conflict with you?!
::Scarlett starts to say something in return...but then casts her gaze back to the soft grass. He was right. It was always a conflict with her...she could never just allow a gentle conversation to ensue. Jared places his hands on his hips as if to continue to attack her...but see's the sadness in her eyes. He slowly reaches over, and places his hand in under her chin...lifting it to where she now gazes into his eyes. Tears begin to swell..as she delivers the sweet smile that Jared had been missing for weeks. She had missed his touch as well. What was she thinking...this was her family. This was the man of her dreams...him and no other. She took the vows to prove this. How could she think of ever leaving him. They were like the Varsity Foot Ball Player & The Head Cheerleader....Perfect for each other. Like out of a movie.
Johnny Storm smiles to himself as he watches Jared's hand on Scarlett's face. That was his wife. That was his sweet lovely girl. Who was Johnny Storm to stand in the way of a family. Hell..she had a son with this man. A child to be formed in their vision of what the perfect suburbian life could be. Johnny Storm laughs to himself at the thought of Scarlett in that life style, but who was he to tell her that she deserved better...when that was really what she wanted? Johnny Storm realizes finally what he has to do...and what the price will be. For the first time in his life he had to be a man. He had to prove that he was ready for anything, by walking away from something that felt so right. Maybe Scarlett wasn't the one from his dream....maybe it was just a on night mistake. He wasn't sure what to make of it all...but he knew...that he would have to leave it behind him. Storm slowly but surely begins to take a few steps backwards, leaving the sanctity of the darkness of the tree. Sunset had started, and cast an orange glow across the gloomy landscape. It was actually quite beautiful. The way perhaps Johnny would want to be put down into a grave one day. Storm slowly backs away...watching Scarlett all the way...trying to convince his heart that his head is right.
Scarlett move her face lovingly to the feel of Jared's touch. She had missed it, as he had missed giving it to her. She smiled up at him, and for a moment it felt like nothing had happened between them. They were together again...lovers, friends....the best of both. But the soft glow of orange from the setting sun causes Scarlett's eyes to advert from Jared for just a moment, and she looks out towards the sky. Instead of a glimpse of the sky...she suddenly see's a vision. A silloutte...the same silloutte from her dream. She tries to shake the feeling by closing her eyes, but as the come back open the vision is sitll there. The dream was there...the man she couldn't quite make out in her dream...standing out in a field of tombstones.....walking away. The light changes for a moment, the sun dropping a little further, and the figure takes shape into something more...and Scarlett see's standing in the sillouttes place....Johnny Storm. What was supposed to be a frown at the sight of him is a smile...and Jared see's that her loveing smile has now been turned on another object other than him. He slowly turns, only to see the man who had caused all this trouble in the first place. Jared's lip curls in disgust, and he slowly breaks his touch on Scarlett....stalking off towards Storm. Scarlett continues to watch Storm...who now smiles. She is mesmerized...untill Jared's back cuts off her sight of Storm, and she is brought crashing back to reality. Scarlett then hurridly tries to catch up to Jared, so as to keep a fight from breaking out right here at her best friends funeral.
Jared coms to stand right in front of Storm, pushing his chest out as if to threaten the much better in shape Storm. Johnny simply bucks back up, both men...face to face...and the hate can be seen as Scarlett rushes up between them. She places her hand on Jared's arm, and softly makes a request.::
Scarlett: Please Jared.....not here..
::Jared shrugs off her touch as if it were poisin, and shoots her a dangerous gaze. Scarlett takes a few steps back from the two men...and she see's the hurt in Jared's eyes as she does so. He then turns his attention back to Storm, his fists balled up at his side.::
Jared: Who in the hell do you think you are coming here?
Johnny Storm: I'm coming to visit a friend...and make sure a certain someone is alright.
Jared: Well as you can see she is alright!
Johnny Storm: I agree.....your the only one who seem's to be a little tense around here Jared.
Jared: I"ll show you tense you son of a bitch!
Scarlett: JARED!!
::Jared stops...and turns to Scarlett now...hurt in his eyes. He snarls almost in her direction, and Storm see's that she is unable to say anything in her defense. Storm then does the unexpected.....holding his hands out in front of himself...putting himself in front of Jared...he nods to him with an easy smile.::
Johnny Storm: Alright Jared...I'm going to go. You are a lucky man my friend....make sure you realize that without making more trouble for yourself. Just let it go, and learn to forgive. I'm leaving.
::Johnny Storm slowly begins to back up..as Jared watches him with a glint of anger still in his eyes. He then allows the words to sink in, and he nods slowly...watching as Storm draws farther away from them. Of coarse....No one could have expected what happened next.
Eric Rayne comes rushing in on Storm from out of no where....seemingly right up from out of the ground. Eric allows one good punch in on Storm, that knocks the Gladiator Champion down to the ground. Eric then drops down onto Storm, as he covers up so that Eric's blows can't do any further damage. Eric begins to swing wildly with rage in his eyes as he screams & rants.::
Eric Rayne: YOU SON OF A BITCH!! SHE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!!!
::Jared & Scarlett are both stunned as Legacy members, including Eric's father...Derek Rayne, begin to rush over. Jared suddenly himself hops into action..helping to drag Eric off of Storm, who now sits up...whiping a trickle of blood from his bottom lip. He watches as the Legacy members all begin to drag Eric off towards a limo parked near the front of the caravan of cars of people who came to observe the service. Scarlett looks to Storm, and then to Jared.....now the only three people left out in the field of the dead. Storm slowly gets up to his feet...and Scarlett slowly begins to turn away from him...but stops...unable to get her feet to walk towards the limo where her brother had been taken.
Scarlett's heart begins to ache...here eyes adverting up towards Monica's grave....where they are pushing dirt into the open ground. She wants to be with the man behind her...the man who has caused all this trouble. She wants him more than anything that she can think of....but she can't. The man in front of her....this was her husband, this was the man she chose to spend the rest of her life with. She had a child with him... a beautiful little boy that they created out of love. She knew that these feelings inside her were wrong...then why did they feel so right? Johnny Storm watches Scarlett from behind...her inability to move, the struggle within. He see's an oppurtunity to tell her the ache that he feels for her when she's not around.
Storm suddenly springs into motion, rushing in on Scarlett before she can do anything to stop him. He takes her by the arm, and whirls her around...gently moving her out in front of him to where she is forced to face him. He lowers his head down...so as to look her directly in the eyes.::
Johnny Storm: Come on Scarlett.....You know what you really want is with me! It's just like Seattle...it's time to make a choice! It's time for you to make a decision for the future. Do you go back to your little family, or do you go on a much more exciting adventure. One filled with love, and passionate moonlit passion out on a hot summer night. Tell me what it is you want Scarlett.....tell me!
::Jared's eyes flare up at the gaul of this man Johnny Storm. Who in the hell was he to dare put his hands on his wife in such a manner? Who was he to say such sweet things in her ear? It was here that Jared finally had heard & taken enough. Jared quickly moves in on Storm, giving him a shove to knock him away from Scarlett. Scarlett stands there...unable to do anything...in a coma like state of mind. Jared hooks Storm around the shirt, and Johnny does much the same to Jared. Suddenly both men are locked together....fists raised and rared back to throw a punch at each other. As the tension of violence draws near.......they are stopped by a sudden stern voice.::
Scarlett: STOP!
::Both Jared & Storm slowly look from one another, over to Scarlett who looks at both of them with contempt. She then looks to Storm......the contempt fleeting. Her love being shown...here eyes focusing on his. He could see it in her eyes that this was it, and he could hardly wait. She smiled slightly, and Jared watched on in horror. He could see it in her eyes...she loved this man....he was going to lose her here tonight...and there was nothing he could do about it. The thing that came from her mouth next however, shocked both men.::
Scarlett: (still looking at Johnny) I think it would be better if you would go...
::Storm's eyes open widely, and then slowly close...as if to simply hold back the tears that are begining to fill them. He lets an odd sound escape his lips to push them back...as he slowly releases his grip on Jared, and stumbles backwards....void of stability. His eyes open once more, as he grips at a head stone to keep his balance. He looks as if Jared had punched him...and he is off balance as the pain begins to set in. Johnny feels his heart breaking as he takes another step...the tears swellnig within him. He closes his eyes once more, and looks to the ground. Finally allowing for a gasp of air, that is much louder than normal...as if it is the first gasp of air after being trapped in a breathless vacum. He suddenly looks up towards Scarlett, his usual cool smile across his face. But she can see it...his heart breaking through his eyes. Her own heart stops as those eyes fall on her...and she feels her own breath slack off into nothing. Her own eyes begin to fill with tears as she see's the thing that she has done. She see's it in his eyes as he continues to smile...trying to maintain any control he may still have. If the eyes are the windows to the soul...she finally sees what it is this game has cost. She see's Johnny Storm's soul breaking to the point of no return. He had honestly thought that she would have went with him.....and so did she. The two exchange this gaze.....and Jared can do nothing but watch the shared emotions between his wife and this stranger. Storm finally nods.....as if to tell himself that it is time for him to regain some function in under his legs. He slowly begins to stumble backwards.....finally being able to pivet and turn his back on her. He slowly makes his way towards the limo.....using the gravestones for support when he needs them. Jared takes a step back....feeling a tear enter his eyes as well. He knows now that his wife is lost, although she may have not left. And as Johnny Storm crawls into the back seat of the limo, Scarlett Rayne Sengir drops to her knee's in anguish, and finally takes in a breath......and allows the tears to fall from her eyes. The limo tears out of the grass and onto the pavement....and Johnny Storm returns back to his hotel....utterly alone.::
AUGUST 11th, 2001
SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS
THREE DIFFERENT SPOTS ACROSS THE TOWN
A VIEW THROUGH THE SHATTERED GLASS: 11:00p.m.
ERIC RAYNE
::Eric leans back in his couch at the Hyatt Hotel, where he has stationed his residance for the evening. Derek Rayne, his father, covers him with a blanket. Eric watches out the window blankly...unsure of what he was feeling at the moment. I guess a sea of confusion would be the best way to describe it. Questions such as; How could this happen? What will I do now? Will I ever love again? Will I ever live again? Eric was sadly in a state that sometimes we all find. He didn't want to be there...but it's where he had to be for the mourning process to settle in. His fiance` was dead....and it was Johnny Storm's fault. Or was it his? He should have been there for her more, yet his wrestling career had kept him occupied for a while. Steven Fury, His Friend, had him busy with other matters.....that don't seem so important now. How would he be able to go on anymore without Monica? How could anything be normal ever again? Eric felt tears fill his eyes, as Derek came over to sit down beside him.....in his hand....a shot of Jack Daniel's whiskey. Derek holds the alcohol out in front of him, and Eric looks at it blankly.::
Eric Rayne: I don't drink Jack Daniel's father...
Derek Rayne: In times of these son, let me just say this.....sometimes to erase the pain we must do things we normally would not do.
::Eric eyes the glass, and then painfully nods...as if this was a better way to understand things than he had already been trying to. He reaches out taking the glass in his hand....and turns it up, as Derek continues on with words of mourning...and words of encouragement.::
SCARLETT RAYNE SENGIR
::Jared Sengir lay asleep on a couch in the living room of a Penthouse Suite in the Hyatt Hotel, where the Legacy Family had held up during the service for Monica Delioncourte this week. Young Tyler Sengir lay in the bed, where just a few moments ago his mother had been laying as well. HIs tiny fingers are wrapped around a bear, given to him as a present by his mother......asleep, allowing gentle breaths. The door to the balcony of the room is open...and Scarlett Rayne Sengir stands out on the balcony....her beautiful hair flowing around in the night wind. Her thoughts are of Johnny Storm, although her husband sleeps right over in the next room. She is unsure of herself as she stands there at the edge of the balcony. Thoughts of jumping had crossed her mind, because she wasn't quite sure whether she could take much more of this. Especially without him. Johnny Storm may have been a late arrival, but he was there in her heart far before they had met on a Seattle Dance floor. And now....she had lost him forever. She could only wonder, was he somewhere watching the same stars as she?
JOHNNY STORM
::Johnny Storm sinks back into the couch....the Jack Daniels bottle falling to the floor from a limp hand. His eyes seem to have sunken back into his head, as the alcohol pushes through his system. He leans forward....woosily all the way. Seeming as if he may just fall off the couch where he sits......a hand placed on a fresh bottle of Jack he had brought up about an hour ago. The bell hop had tried to take it back with him after seeing the condition of the Gladiator Champion, however a well placed bitch slap across the cheek stopped any ideas of that. Storm pops the lid off of the alcohol.....and simply brings it to his lips. He is unable however, without the steadiness of both hands to hold it above his head so that the hot feeling can brush down his throat. His blood shot eyes look down to the table...and he sets the bottle down there as well. He reaches over to take the Colt Python hand gun within his hands....opening up the revolving chamber that holds all 6 bullets of death. It is already loaded. For weeks now Storm had been playing a game of russian roullette with himself...but tonight was no game. All of the chambers were loaded, and he was ready to end the pain that continued to bubble up inside of him. He lazily brings the gun up into his hand....closing the chamber, and clicking the safety from 'safe' to 'armed'. He then slowly raises the gun up to his head....he looks to the window...where his reflection is seen. He closes his eyes for a moment, and he then looks back to his reflection. Right as he pulls against the trigger he feels his eyes go back into his head, and pitch blackness takes over. The gun falls limply from his hands, and hits the floor...allowing a shot to fire out into the window. The glass shatters...and Johnny Storm's reflection shatters along with it. HIs eyes slowly open once again...barely able to hold himself up in under his drunken stooper. He stares blankly at the Shattered glass and wonders to himself.......and then it hits him. Tears swell up in his eyes, and he begins to sob violently....he places his head in his hands as they fill with salty water. The Shattered Glass...was a mere reflection...of his shattered life.
AUGUST 13th, 2001
SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS
MARIOTT HOTEL, PENTHOUSE SUITE
PERSONAL RECORDING DEVICES: 1:00p.m.
Johnny Storm: Rain. Something that happens when a cold front comes together with a warm front, and the two airs mix together to form a high pressure storm front. This allows the two airs to be given mass as forms of participation. The droplets come together to form a cloud. Once formed, they are pushed across the air by forces of wind....traveling upon the different belts of pressure across the world. Once in a low density area of air, it becomes harder to travel....thus the droplets of participation that make up this cloud must leave some of the participation behind to lighten the load. Thus...you have rain. Rain is a force of nature.....a sometimes destructive force that can cause flooding & erosion. It can cause poor visiability, and standing still waters on our roads.
Rain not only causes physical problems, but also causes emotional problems. There is nothing worse than a dreary day....it prevents the sun from coming out...it causes you to think of those days that you really wish you didn't have to get up in the morning. Those days that remind you that your life sucks. That remind you that everything is falling apart around you, even the weather. Who likes to look out and see rain falling outside when they know they have to go tromping through it to get to the store. Who want's to see a flood rushing outside their basement door from the inside of their house, because the rain has caused it to be so. Let's put it this way....Rain Sucks.
It's funny how some aspects of rain coincide with Rayne.....and some do not. Such as the destructive force of real rain.....where as Rayne is kind of like a puppy dog chasing his tale. However...if one thing is true about both forms of rain.......it's the part about Rayne Sucking.
Rayne...you can act like you matter to this company, and you can make waves in the back about how things are going to be different. Well your right Rayne....Things will be different. It won't take me nearly as long to beat the living shit out of you! I'm so sick of seeing you and your TOTALLY DISGUSTING group come out here and expecting to get some sort of jump on me & the Brotherhood. We are a well oiled machine, and we are going to run right through you like a train if you setp in our way this Wendsday. I saw your promo....I caught it in my plane on the way to San Antonio. I see now that you have completely lost your mind, that you think that you can honestly win. I see a man at the end of his rope...trying to plea with a bunch of bumbling morons not to come out during this match. Well pal....you have my word since your so worried about interference......that The Brotherhood will not come out during this match. They will stay their happy asses in the back, because they know the truth. And the truth is this Rayne......It only takes one of us, to beat all four of you! SO what's with a little one on one action? No problem.
However this is where my problem comes in. Total Disgusting & The Brotherhood are not going to be at ring side....I think we have established that. But I listened to what you had to say....and the fact that you really meant it...that is what disturbed me. The fact that you believe that you can beat me. The fact that you believe that this Insurrection that this is all going to be different from last time. You believe that you are going to come to that ring with nothing, and then turn around and walk out the Gladiator Champion. This fabrication of events that you've created is amusing Rayne. You...are amusing. The fact that you believe that you have the talent...The God Given Athleticisim...to compete with someone of my calibur. Well it's time for you to prove it Rayne...you get your chance. But you see...there's one thing that will be different than last time Rayne. Steven Fury won't be in this match to screw with me.....and that means I'll end you all that much earlier! MAKE NO MISTAKE RAYNE...I am going to end you. I'm so sick of hearing your pathetic sob stories...IN NO MORE THAN ONE WEEK I SINGLE HANDEDLY TOOK THE BROTHERHOOD BY THE REIGNS!!...and look...at what they've accomplished. Out of six titles, we hold two of them....and the only reason Ryosuke Mitsurugi isn't the Falconer Champ right now is because the head office likes to screw people out of their championships. Well I assure you Rayne, that I will not be screwed out of a title. I've held this strap longer than anyone in this federation....INCLUDING MEI.....whom I wouldn't mind kicking the shit out of one more time. The point is this...I have had epic battles with the top names in wrestling. I am a top name in wrestilng. I am a household name...kids wear my T-shirt, and include me in their prayers...because I am a superstar of the Gladiator Wrestling Association...and you....are NOTHING!
I don't think anyone around here gets it. This federation is so full of hock, that they don't understand that I am their savior. If Johnny Storm was not apart of the roster of this fed, then this place would go to hell in a hand basket. Everyone wants to be on top. The difference between me and everyone however....is the fact that I AM ON TOP!
There are alot of factors involved here Rayne. I'm feeling real personal about this...because you are trying to plot to take something that doesn't belong to you. You are trying to take away my title...and the only way to do that is to get personal about it Rayne. You'll never understand that...as long as you are a C Class wrestler. As long as you are a jobber, in a band of Jobbers...trying to lead them to success...you will never have this belt. You have to be able to do it by yourself, and without any help. And I'm going to prove to you that this is not the day. You may say stay in the back to your boys....but this is not the day. It's not untill you break away from your brother...it's not untill you break away from them. It's not untill you break away from these fans that cheer...boo....cry.....scream...taunt....that you can be a man of substance. Untill then....you will never know what that substance is. And as long as you allow them to dictate your actions....you will continue to strive to have that substance...yet it is out of your reach!
Quite put, and in the simpilist of words Rayne.....you are going to find out what it all really means. What this phrase stands for...and even though those people boo me, they use this in their pathetic trailor park lives. It's because this rings out true any time you wrestle "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm....and it will rain true this week as well. Cause Rayne your just going to end up like all the rest.....
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!
::Johnny Storm reaches over and across from himself to click the off switch of the video camera he has set up in front of himself. He didn't feel like listening to Ross Bobby spit out stupid questions, so instead he went to a local Wal-Mart, and bought a video camera.....the best that they had.....and just videotaped himself. He pulls the unrewound tape from the recorder...and places a piece of sticky paper to it. He then writes "Johnny Storm Interview...August 13th, 2001" on the side of it. He opens up a large envelope with bubble wrap on the inside to protect it's contents. He then drops the tape down inside, and closes it up......the postmark....GWA offices in Canada. Storm sets the package down on the table...and his dark eyes move through the darkness of the large penthouse suite. He looks out the window, where last night he had blown the window out with a colt python. Of coarse that was all apart of this growing stress in his life...but that stress was gone. As was the thought of Scarlett Rayne Sengir. She had made her choice, and now she must live with it. As must Storm. What better way to prove this new found vision of being ok without her in his thoughts....than going after her in the Last Man Standing Tournament. That's right...she's his opponent...and it's time Mrs. Sengir...for you to pay. For what.......this blood that drips from my wounded heart. Good bye GWA....daddy's coming home, and he's going to bring an umbrella for the Rayne.::