Post by Press1269 on Feb 27, 2016 3:57:17 GMT
AUGUST 18th, 2001
ON THE PRIVATE JET TO ST. LOUIS
IN THE AIR
TIME'S A WAISTING: 1:30p.m.
::Johnny Storm lays across the couch, that is embeded in one side of his private jet...along with a bar, that has been locked down due to the sometimes bumpy experiences of Air Travel. He was tired...he hadn't gotten much sleep due to Sebastian Bock's sudden appearance at his home earlier. He knew that LMS was drawing near a close, and that would be some relief. Being the Gladiator Champion at times was all that he could handle...like this week. Chris Carpanter & Marcus Gaines. Damn. A combination of jack asses that just wouldn't quit. Although Storm had a partner...it was very highly doubted that Johnny Blaze would be needed for this situation. I mean...lets face it...Chris Carpanter was just another helpless victom of Canadian Society, and Marcus Gaines was a crack whore from the.......well...who knows where he was from. Who knows who he is for that matter? Just another name on the roster set up to get his ass beat by the GWA's franchise player.
However there was also other troubles at hand. Mezro. He made comments that Storm was a no name in his last little address to the world. It was amazing how a man could be so daft, that he would make such a mistake in front of a national audience. The truth was that Mezro's knee's were shaking. He knew exactly who Johnny Storm was...and he knew who he represented. The Federation that Fantastic built...the Gladiator Wrestling Association. It was enough to make Storm sick that he had to face the loser...but now the FWF was subjecting him to have to listen to the stupid bastard as well. But one thought remained...it would all be over soon. Johnny Storm would be named the Last Man Standing, and that's that. What else needed to be said, when Johnny Storm holds the FWF's tournament by the reigns. Won't it be interesting to see. Predictions could be made and determined by looking at the other bracketts. It was a pretty easy assumption to who Johnny Storm would face in the very final round of the tourney. What would be the point in worrying though? It was obvious that Storm had more talent in his pinky than the entire FWF had in it's entire roster list!
So here he was...a camera over in the corner that he had picked up last week to deliver an interview without the presence of Ross Bobby. He could stand to do one more rant. On Mezro...On Carpanter...on Gaines. Hell...there's always room for one more rant! Storm sits up on the couch...looking over to the camera now...contemplating on whether he should...or should not just forget it. The moment passes, and he finds himself setting the camera up in front of the couch. He knew that this was what was going to happen. The art of professional wrestling was in his blood. Not only the skill of the sport, but the hollywoods of it as well. He lived for this kind of thing. He lived to be the best, and have everyone see it. He loved the fact that Chris Carpanter & his partner showed their envy through bull shit statements....and he was going to enjoy letting off some steam for the GWA & FWF viewers.::
Johnny Storm: Well here we are again...no Ross Bobby this time. Just me. Just the Gladiator Champion. Just the very final represenative for the GWA in this god forsaken LMS Tournament. You think I'm worried? Ha...now that's funny. You see...I've listened to the airwaves. I'm just waiting to hear what Mezro's ignorant ass has to say....I'm simply thrilled. But while he has been a little stifled....I know one person who has been shooting his mouth off as only he could. The level of shit that piles up when you talk about Chris Carpanter is almost overwhelming. You could drown in a pile of shit like that. I mean..his breath smells like a toilet bowl, and his eyes are brown by now. He cries everyone a river when he finds his ass on the mat, and he gets over confident when he has a lucky run.
Luck. No Luck. Neither one are strangers to Chris Carpanter. The fact that he is alive has a little to do with luck...considering he was concieved in a Joe's Crab Shack bathroom stall. His mother ironically enough....had crabs..so it all worked out for the best. Just as I said he would in a GWA interview...which you people didn't get the enlightenment of hearing....he spouted off about the first time we had an encounter. It was a draw...that's agreed. But why was it a draw? Because of Steven Fury...our president.....who came out and pulled the plug on the match before it was over. Awarding you a spot that didn't belong to you in Adrenaline Eruption! But if you remind yourself Chris...we also faced off inside that steel cage, and double rings. Where I proceeded to stomp your ass from one ring to the next....just to drag you all the way back to the first ring we started in. At the end of this match involving 15 other men, and one woman....It came down to Me and Chris Damm for the Gladiator Title! You...were no where to be found. Just another jack ass who got left in the dust when it came to being elevated to the level that me and the other Main Eventers were on. Well now I am the Main Event. The Only Main Event left in the entire federation. People look up to me not cause I'm the champion, but because I'm the best. You look down on me with your idiocity...because you are afraid.
Afraid. Afraid of me...afraid of Johnny Blaze. Afraid of the Methods of Violence. Afraid of everything that I'm giong to do to you and Marcus Gaines at Insurrection. You make me sick Carpanter. You show no pride at all. You run your mouth about how the GWA is pathetic..how I'm pathetic..but you haven't taken a long look in the mirror evidently. You see...what's pathetic is your attempt to look to the past for your answers. But you see...the past will not repeat itself in this occasion. Well..actually I guess it will. If you take into account the last time you had an encounter with me, you had to have major surgory on your abdomen! I'm not playing anymore games wtih you. If I hear you spout of one more time about how you did this, and did that...I am going to puke. Did...Did...Did.. That's all I hear out of you. Past tense verb usage, because you are a moron and can't realize that it is the here and now. And in the here and now I am still "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm, and I am still going to walk that isle...and I'm still going to walk into that ring with a sarcastic grin..and a ready made joke to throw into your ear when we start rounding each other. But when that bell sounds Chris...that's when the jokes end. That's when things get serious for you & Me. That's when I drop your ass as fast as I can, slap on the Fantastic Figure Four...and listen as you beg for the mercy I will never...EVER...show you.
Mercy. Mercy would be to put you out of your misery. Mercy would be to allow you one more day before you step in the ring with me to tell your family you love them. Mercy would be to allow you to walk away from this encounter. Mercy would allow you to keep that lieing tongue of your within your pathetic head. Mercy would be to just let well enough alone, and wrestle this match with no personal feeling. But you see Chris...Marcus...Mezro....these matches are very personal. Whether you realize it or not. I take pride in being the best at what I do, and what I do is wrestle! I am not only the franchise of the GWA, but the franchise to this entire buisness. MISSLE & Jimmy Harmon are not in my calibur. They with they could be..but their not. Justin Sane...I hope to face you my friend. I hope to see you on the end of a short f*cking rope...and I'll be the limb your hanging from. Cause I don't care about you guys....except for the fact that you are all trying to take something I got. LIke theives at my back door. Chris Carpanter & Marcus Gaines want a victory....Mezro wants to take my spot out of the finals away from me.....and my friends..there is no more personal a thing, than someone stealing right in front of your face! But I fortunately have a security guard. A freakin' squadron even. And they are called the MOV. They are called Johnny Blaze. That is why this Insurrection there will be no Mercy! There will be only two washed up superstars with A champion & A fire...standing overtop of the fallen.
Fallen. Fallen from grace..fallen from earth. Fallen from the place where you once were successful to the pit of nothingness. It sickens me when people believe the FWF to be a great place...but it sickens me even more to hear a GWA wrestler to give them the credit they don't deserve. Your right Chris. I'm the only one left representing the GWA....but you know what. You've just given me all that much more fuel to win this tournament. Just so that I can throw it back in your face. 13 men came into this tournament...and they did exactly what I asked them to do. They filled up spots, and they were able to eliminate..and take out some of the competition...before they were eliminated themselves. Because they had pride for the GWA and what it stands for. They cared what we were doing here...because they knew their place in the grand scheme of wrestling. And as long as they are in the GWA..that place is with greatness. Chris..I've got one thing to say...if I'm so pathetic...and the GWA sucks so bad...then why the hell are you still not in the FWF pushing a f*cking broom behind the shit that MISSLE & Goldman leave behind? Carpanter....one thing can be left to say about you and your partner. Your GWA Jack Asses. Your whipping posts. Your products of your fathers masturbation on the toilet seat cause he was to damn drunk to hit the water! I am finally going to show you why I am the Lord of the Dance, and I'm not talking that river shit either! Come Insurrection...your Fantastic End will come.
End. This is the third round of the LMS Tournament. Everyone is ready for this to be over, and quite frankly..so am I. I say why wait. Why throw little tirades of words at each other Mezro. Why don't we settle this once and for all within the ring, one on one. Cause I know that's one way that I can beat your ass! One on One is my specialty. You don't know me...that's cause your head has been up your ass for the past year in this buisness. That's because you aren't my f*cking calibur, and are so far below me that you could never hope to catch up to us real competitors. I am a Main Event...and you are a joke. That is why I'm so pissed all the time...and that's why I can't stand the FWF. Full of piss and wind superstars, all trying to be better than something they can't accomplish. The same as Chris Carpanter...but Chris...at least your trying. At least you came to the GWA just to try. Cause boys...as long as I am ontop of the heap in this buisness...that's all you guys will ever do....try. I have the most Fantastic body, The most Fantastic waist...and I have Gladiator Gold, around my Fantastic waist....Mezro...Carpanter...Gaines....You should have realized by now that you are going to just end up like all the rest....
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN FUCKING BLOOD!!
::Johnny Storm delivers his trademark sarcastic smile as he places his hand up to the lens, and shuts off the camera. Not a bad little rant...not bad indeed. It said everything that needed to be said to the masses of the GWA & The FWF. Now all one could do is sit back and wait...wonder...what would happen after it all came back down to earth. After everything just cooled down...and LMS was over..with Johnny Storm as it's new champion. What else could be said by the FWF or smart ass punks from their federation like Carpanter who wish they could be the GWA Main Event. I suppose...silence would be in their vocabulary after the events transpired. That...or praise. Either one would do..cause for now..Johnny Storm only had to sit back and wait.::
AUGUST 18th, 2001
LONDON, ENGLAND
THE LONDON BRANCH HOUSE OF THE LEFT HAND
PREPERATIONS FOR A RESSURRECTION!!
::Press smiles as his comrade in arms...Flaming Youth steps over to him. The two embrace, and then take a step back from each other to review. It had been a long time since both of them had been back home. Home as in Earth. They had been held up within the Great Unknown....the place where the Beast sleeps. Where Redemption stands ready to make his return to earth, through the body of Dermot Winterdawn...who currently at the momen't...was killed. Now..Redemption would be allowed to enter his body, by use of a bell that can resurrect the dead. This...would be very interesting. Press smirks as Dr. Montolive, examines over Dermot's body. Leslie Peterson continues to sob over his body as Andrew Kensing & Joshua Tsabo stand over in a corner. Several guards surround the outside door, and five chests with demonic carvings sit off in the shadows of the room. The bell of Girardius sits off beside Dermot..as the Dr. begins wrapping his wound, and body in a white linon. Much like a mummy. As he does so, he looks over to the odd pair talking amongst themselves as if this type of thing were in their every day lifestyles.::
Dr. Montolive: So when is it possiable to resurrect young Dermot...
Press: (turning from Youth) In the next couple of days. I want everything to be perfect! Redemption will not be pleased if mortals mess this up for him!
Dr. Montolive: yes..I'm sure. So this is all that needs to be done? The preperation of the body? nothing else?
Press: That's what I said isn't it? Don't question me good Doctor...just do as your told for the sake of your family, and your...clan.
::Dr. Montolive nods, and returns to wrapping Dermot's body in the linon as Leslie looks on in sadness. Press and Youth continue talking amongst themselves, as the darkening presense of Redemption could be felt filling the room. It wouldn't be long now. The Sounding Angel...Redemption...would be within the Young boys body, and the antichrist would be born....and there wasn't a thing that the Legacy or the world...Could do about it!::
ON THE PRIVATE JET TO ST. LOUIS
IN THE AIR
TIME'S A WAISTING: 1:30p.m.
::Johnny Storm lays across the couch, that is embeded in one side of his private jet...along with a bar, that has been locked down due to the sometimes bumpy experiences of Air Travel. He was tired...he hadn't gotten much sleep due to Sebastian Bock's sudden appearance at his home earlier. He knew that LMS was drawing near a close, and that would be some relief. Being the Gladiator Champion at times was all that he could handle...like this week. Chris Carpanter & Marcus Gaines. Damn. A combination of jack asses that just wouldn't quit. Although Storm had a partner...it was very highly doubted that Johnny Blaze would be needed for this situation. I mean...lets face it...Chris Carpanter was just another helpless victom of Canadian Society, and Marcus Gaines was a crack whore from the.......well...who knows where he was from. Who knows who he is for that matter? Just another name on the roster set up to get his ass beat by the GWA's franchise player.
However there was also other troubles at hand. Mezro. He made comments that Storm was a no name in his last little address to the world. It was amazing how a man could be so daft, that he would make such a mistake in front of a national audience. The truth was that Mezro's knee's were shaking. He knew exactly who Johnny Storm was...and he knew who he represented. The Federation that Fantastic built...the Gladiator Wrestling Association. It was enough to make Storm sick that he had to face the loser...but now the FWF was subjecting him to have to listen to the stupid bastard as well. But one thought remained...it would all be over soon. Johnny Storm would be named the Last Man Standing, and that's that. What else needed to be said, when Johnny Storm holds the FWF's tournament by the reigns. Won't it be interesting to see. Predictions could be made and determined by looking at the other bracketts. It was a pretty easy assumption to who Johnny Storm would face in the very final round of the tourney. What would be the point in worrying though? It was obvious that Storm had more talent in his pinky than the entire FWF had in it's entire roster list!
So here he was...a camera over in the corner that he had picked up last week to deliver an interview without the presence of Ross Bobby. He could stand to do one more rant. On Mezro...On Carpanter...on Gaines. Hell...there's always room for one more rant! Storm sits up on the couch...looking over to the camera now...contemplating on whether he should...or should not just forget it. The moment passes, and he finds himself setting the camera up in front of the couch. He knew that this was what was going to happen. The art of professional wrestling was in his blood. Not only the skill of the sport, but the hollywoods of it as well. He lived for this kind of thing. He lived to be the best, and have everyone see it. He loved the fact that Chris Carpanter & his partner showed their envy through bull shit statements....and he was going to enjoy letting off some steam for the GWA & FWF viewers.::
Johnny Storm: Well here we are again...no Ross Bobby this time. Just me. Just the Gladiator Champion. Just the very final represenative for the GWA in this god forsaken LMS Tournament. You think I'm worried? Ha...now that's funny. You see...I've listened to the airwaves. I'm just waiting to hear what Mezro's ignorant ass has to say....I'm simply thrilled. But while he has been a little stifled....I know one person who has been shooting his mouth off as only he could. The level of shit that piles up when you talk about Chris Carpanter is almost overwhelming. You could drown in a pile of shit like that. I mean..his breath smells like a toilet bowl, and his eyes are brown by now. He cries everyone a river when he finds his ass on the mat, and he gets over confident when he has a lucky run.
Luck. No Luck. Neither one are strangers to Chris Carpanter. The fact that he is alive has a little to do with luck...considering he was concieved in a Joe's Crab Shack bathroom stall. His mother ironically enough....had crabs..so it all worked out for the best. Just as I said he would in a GWA interview...which you people didn't get the enlightenment of hearing....he spouted off about the first time we had an encounter. It was a draw...that's agreed. But why was it a draw? Because of Steven Fury...our president.....who came out and pulled the plug on the match before it was over. Awarding you a spot that didn't belong to you in Adrenaline Eruption! But if you remind yourself Chris...we also faced off inside that steel cage, and double rings. Where I proceeded to stomp your ass from one ring to the next....just to drag you all the way back to the first ring we started in. At the end of this match involving 15 other men, and one woman....It came down to Me and Chris Damm for the Gladiator Title! You...were no where to be found. Just another jack ass who got left in the dust when it came to being elevated to the level that me and the other Main Eventers were on. Well now I am the Main Event. The Only Main Event left in the entire federation. People look up to me not cause I'm the champion, but because I'm the best. You look down on me with your idiocity...because you are afraid.
Afraid. Afraid of me...afraid of Johnny Blaze. Afraid of the Methods of Violence. Afraid of everything that I'm giong to do to you and Marcus Gaines at Insurrection. You make me sick Carpanter. You show no pride at all. You run your mouth about how the GWA is pathetic..how I'm pathetic..but you haven't taken a long look in the mirror evidently. You see...what's pathetic is your attempt to look to the past for your answers. But you see...the past will not repeat itself in this occasion. Well..actually I guess it will. If you take into account the last time you had an encounter with me, you had to have major surgory on your abdomen! I'm not playing anymore games wtih you. If I hear you spout of one more time about how you did this, and did that...I am going to puke. Did...Did...Did.. That's all I hear out of you. Past tense verb usage, because you are a moron and can't realize that it is the here and now. And in the here and now I am still "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm, and I am still going to walk that isle...and I'm still going to walk into that ring with a sarcastic grin..and a ready made joke to throw into your ear when we start rounding each other. But when that bell sounds Chris...that's when the jokes end. That's when things get serious for you & Me. That's when I drop your ass as fast as I can, slap on the Fantastic Figure Four...and listen as you beg for the mercy I will never...EVER...show you.
Mercy. Mercy would be to put you out of your misery. Mercy would be to allow you one more day before you step in the ring with me to tell your family you love them. Mercy would be to allow you to walk away from this encounter. Mercy would allow you to keep that lieing tongue of your within your pathetic head. Mercy would be to just let well enough alone, and wrestle this match with no personal feeling. But you see Chris...Marcus...Mezro....these matches are very personal. Whether you realize it or not. I take pride in being the best at what I do, and what I do is wrestle! I am not only the franchise of the GWA, but the franchise to this entire buisness. MISSLE & Jimmy Harmon are not in my calibur. They with they could be..but their not. Justin Sane...I hope to face you my friend. I hope to see you on the end of a short f*cking rope...and I'll be the limb your hanging from. Cause I don't care about you guys....except for the fact that you are all trying to take something I got. LIke theives at my back door. Chris Carpanter & Marcus Gaines want a victory....Mezro wants to take my spot out of the finals away from me.....and my friends..there is no more personal a thing, than someone stealing right in front of your face! But I fortunately have a security guard. A freakin' squadron even. And they are called the MOV. They are called Johnny Blaze. That is why this Insurrection there will be no Mercy! There will be only two washed up superstars with A champion & A fire...standing overtop of the fallen.
Fallen. Fallen from grace..fallen from earth. Fallen from the place where you once were successful to the pit of nothingness. It sickens me when people believe the FWF to be a great place...but it sickens me even more to hear a GWA wrestler to give them the credit they don't deserve. Your right Chris. I'm the only one left representing the GWA....but you know what. You've just given me all that much more fuel to win this tournament. Just so that I can throw it back in your face. 13 men came into this tournament...and they did exactly what I asked them to do. They filled up spots, and they were able to eliminate..and take out some of the competition...before they were eliminated themselves. Because they had pride for the GWA and what it stands for. They cared what we were doing here...because they knew their place in the grand scheme of wrestling. And as long as they are in the GWA..that place is with greatness. Chris..I've got one thing to say...if I'm so pathetic...and the GWA sucks so bad...then why the hell are you still not in the FWF pushing a f*cking broom behind the shit that MISSLE & Goldman leave behind? Carpanter....one thing can be left to say about you and your partner. Your GWA Jack Asses. Your whipping posts. Your products of your fathers masturbation on the toilet seat cause he was to damn drunk to hit the water! I am finally going to show you why I am the Lord of the Dance, and I'm not talking that river shit either! Come Insurrection...your Fantastic End will come.
End. This is the third round of the LMS Tournament. Everyone is ready for this to be over, and quite frankly..so am I. I say why wait. Why throw little tirades of words at each other Mezro. Why don't we settle this once and for all within the ring, one on one. Cause I know that's one way that I can beat your ass! One on One is my specialty. You don't know me...that's cause your head has been up your ass for the past year in this buisness. That's because you aren't my f*cking calibur, and are so far below me that you could never hope to catch up to us real competitors. I am a Main Event...and you are a joke. That is why I'm so pissed all the time...and that's why I can't stand the FWF. Full of piss and wind superstars, all trying to be better than something they can't accomplish. The same as Chris Carpanter...but Chris...at least your trying. At least you came to the GWA just to try. Cause boys...as long as I am ontop of the heap in this buisness...that's all you guys will ever do....try. I have the most Fantastic body, The most Fantastic waist...and I have Gladiator Gold, around my Fantastic waist....Mezro...Carpanter...Gaines....You should have realized by now that you are going to just end up like all the rest....
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN FUCKING BLOOD!!
::Johnny Storm delivers his trademark sarcastic smile as he places his hand up to the lens, and shuts off the camera. Not a bad little rant...not bad indeed. It said everything that needed to be said to the masses of the GWA & The FWF. Now all one could do is sit back and wait...wonder...what would happen after it all came back down to earth. After everything just cooled down...and LMS was over..with Johnny Storm as it's new champion. What else could be said by the FWF or smart ass punks from their federation like Carpanter who wish they could be the GWA Main Event. I suppose...silence would be in their vocabulary after the events transpired. That...or praise. Either one would do..cause for now..Johnny Storm only had to sit back and wait.::
AUGUST 18th, 2001
LONDON, ENGLAND
THE LONDON BRANCH HOUSE OF THE LEFT HAND
PREPERATIONS FOR A RESSURRECTION!!
::Press smiles as his comrade in arms...Flaming Youth steps over to him. The two embrace, and then take a step back from each other to review. It had been a long time since both of them had been back home. Home as in Earth. They had been held up within the Great Unknown....the place where the Beast sleeps. Where Redemption stands ready to make his return to earth, through the body of Dermot Winterdawn...who currently at the momen't...was killed. Now..Redemption would be allowed to enter his body, by use of a bell that can resurrect the dead. This...would be very interesting. Press smirks as Dr. Montolive, examines over Dermot's body. Leslie Peterson continues to sob over his body as Andrew Kensing & Joshua Tsabo stand over in a corner. Several guards surround the outside door, and five chests with demonic carvings sit off in the shadows of the room. The bell of Girardius sits off beside Dermot..as the Dr. begins wrapping his wound, and body in a white linon. Much like a mummy. As he does so, he looks over to the odd pair talking amongst themselves as if this type of thing were in their every day lifestyles.::
Dr. Montolive: So when is it possiable to resurrect young Dermot...
Press: (turning from Youth) In the next couple of days. I want everything to be perfect! Redemption will not be pleased if mortals mess this up for him!
Dr. Montolive: yes..I'm sure. So this is all that needs to be done? The preperation of the body? nothing else?
Press: That's what I said isn't it? Don't question me good Doctor...just do as your told for the sake of your family, and your...clan.
::Dr. Montolive nods, and returns to wrapping Dermot's body in the linon as Leslie looks on in sadness. Press and Youth continue talking amongst themselves, as the darkening presense of Redemption could be felt filling the room. It wouldn't be long now. The Sounding Angel...Redemption...would be within the Young boys body, and the antichrist would be born....and there wasn't a thing that the Legacy or the world...Could do about it!::