Post by Press1269 on Feb 27, 2016 3:59:17 GMT
AUGUST 20th, 2001
ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI
ST. LOUIS SPRING FALLS RESORT
LISTENING TO THE GUMS FLAP: 1:20p.m.
::"Where did the day go?" Johnny Storm thinks as he lays out by pool side in the sun. The St. Louis Spring Falls Resort was the nicest place Storm could get on such short notice. LMS had kept the Gladiator Champion readily busy, and he was here for the GWA. Then would have to go straight back to where the FWF was hosting LMS, and wrestle there. Johnny Storm was so sick of his luxury first class jet, that it made him sick of thinking about the air. Storm lolls his head to one side....his sunglasses covering his eyes from the blazing sun above. It had been a while since he was able to just lay out in the sun without a care in the world. However, he had a care. Many of them. He had things to worry about, and it kind of pissed him off on such a beautiful day such as this. Women all around in their tight little bikini's, squeezing out of the water...allowing beads of the liquid to drop down into the most private parts of their anatomy. Storm smiles as a cute blonde sits on the edge..her large breasts heaving nearly out of her top. Storm shakes the notion from his mind as a shadow is cast over him. The waitor has returned with his drink, and hands him his Jack..straight. That's the only way you could truely enjoy Jack Daniels. It's the only way you could enjoy anything. Especially wrestling. The only way to avoid boring yourself in this buisness, is to go out there, and get straight to the point. Johnny Storm considered another rant and rave about how ignorant Mezro really was...but what would be the point. It was a waist of time. No good could come of it. The only thing that a guy like Mezro would understand, is if Johnny Storm stepped into the ring...and stomped the shit out of him. No more words. No more pleas for his dislexic banter to stifle. No more mouthing off at each other. Just an old fashioned ass beating, at the hands of your Gladiator Champion.::
**Johnny's thoughts: You know it's funny. You have so many thoughts about an opponent, but when you get right down to it you realize that they are all the same. They are just another obstacle on the path to Greatness. To be number one. ha. This bitch Mezro says that he is on top, and then contradicts himself by saying he's just got started in this buisness. This is great. I've got a guy who doesn't even know what the hell he's talking about. He doesn't even have a f*cking contract with anyone, and he's got the gaul to say that I'm a nobody. Maybe where his failure comes from is when he was born, he had an inferiority complex. Who knows. Child birth can be a difficult thing. I mean your clawing and fighting just to get to that shining light at the end of the tunnel. Same thing when you die. Makes you wonder eh? What's the point. In the end we're all just searching for the light. The thing is...I've found my light. It comes in the form of a championship, and a federation. A federation I've made into the ground shaking force of entertainment that it is today. I am the leader of a brand new revolution. Setting up brand new Methods Of Violence. A group that I formed almost one year ago today. That back then dominated an entire federation. That took every title it could get it's hands on. And now that they're back, they are going to do the same damn thing.
Anyways...back to the point. We are all born into a light, and we are all fighting and scraping just to make it back into another light. Like each step in life is like a new transition to the life process. To a new level of betterment. It's the same with Mezro. He is fighting..clutching..and crawling towards this idea of greatness. But where he continues to fail...is the fact that no matter how good YOU think you are doesn't matter. It's what they think. They as in the fans. These people who pay their hard earned money to come and cheer you. Boo you. Hate you. Love you. Lust after you. Whatever they do or feel for you that causes them to shell out their income to see you in person is a complete reflection of how great you are. People hate me. It's because I have money. It's because I have the audacity to say unsaid things. And I am unafraid to tell these scum in the back that they don't reach the same level as I. Mezro you are no different. You are struggling to keep up, let along trying to actually stand toe to toe with me. Your just another name on the window of oppurtunity, and I am going to shatter you like broken glass. Why? If you can't answer that question yourself...I can't help you.
Chris Carpenter. An egotist at best. He allows his delusions of greatness and supreme intelligence cloud his judgement. He shoots his mouth off when there is no cause to do so. We all have seen him in the ring, and know his abilities. What makes him think that he will do any better than a guy like Mezro. What makes him think that he can do any better against a guy like Johnny Storm. His struggle is shown in LMS as he is just striving to survive one more day. I however have not a worry in the world. Nothing else to hinder me, but the thought of me and that brunette in the pink bikini who's laying in under a beach umbrella over in the corner. Of coarse that's another story for another time. Plenty has been said about Chris Carpenter, and I'm sick of even discussing it. This match will prove to be entertaining...because competition..or the lack there of...always is.
Marcus Gaines. Now here is someone who had potential. That is of coarse untill he was pitted against myself. The Methods of Violence were not created to beat down someone in every match. That's petty and inconsequintal. I wanted to compile the best wrestlers in this buisness together, and pit them against the best that the GWA has to offer. Competition has been lacking, and my bank account continues to grow..so I am able to make things interesting. My question is if you are the best, and you hold the belt that proves it...does that warrant egotistical remarks? To those who have been on the sidelines....to those who weren't here when the real fight was taking place....i suppose not. If Marcus Gaines had taken the time to stay in the GWA when it's dawning hour came...when it looked like her doors would shut. Then I could respect his opinions. But he did not. Matter of fact..neither did Carpenter. "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm, however, did. You see several of these people in this federation & in the FWF do this for the money. The other percentile do it for the fans & stardome you recieve. I do it for my own personal entertainment. To break down and destroy a mans body. To dismantle his senses. To watch as he has no where to go, and the fear in his eyes build....and at that point in his mind when the light switches on and he see's that he is trapped in a cage with a predator.
Predator. I am a hunter in this buisness. I walk all over opponents not because of lack of competition, but because of a lack of gumption shown by them. Everyone believes they have the ability to beat Johnny Storm now a days...but yet they just can't seem to do it. The fact that there is interest shown by one person or another seems to confuse these people into believeing that I am the one that will fear them. This misconception can be laid to rest right now. I fear no man. All challenges welcome. That's the way it has been from the begining. I don't understand how much clearer I can make it for the Fans Wrestling Federation or for the Gladiator Wrestling Association. I don't understand how to get the point across. I face all comers week in and week out without any questions. It's not a matter of pride, or ego. It's deffinently not a matter of respect, cause I have none for any of you. It's a matter of gaining one more notch for my own entertainment. I didn't ask to be the best Marcus, I was born the best.
Prey. You wrestlers are probably thinking that you are the prey at this moment. It's sad. Watching you all scramble over your own words. Even I find myself doing it..and it makes me angry with myself. Words mean nothing in this buisness. It is the ability to destroy your opponent, and sell these fans a stellar match that they will remember & talk about for years. Marcus Gaines, I want to know where our memorable match is? Why don't I remember you? Ask anyone in this federation who Chris Damm is, and they will tell you. Ask anyone in this federation who Reina Saiaki is, and they will tell you. Ask anyone in this federation who Steven Fury is, and they will tell you. All three SWA & GWA superstars, and all three great successes in this buisness. All three of them fallen victom at one time or another to Johnny Storm. Maybe not in a match...maybe not in their minds. But at one point or another they have been put away. Here's more what you should concern yourself with. Where is Chris Damm? No one can answer that. Where is Reina Saiaki? Another question with the same answer. Where is Steven Fury? Sitting at the healm of a steam ship he doesn't even control anymore. Now...you can ask either question of Johnny Storm...and the answer for both is the same. Johnny Storm is the Gladiator Champion, and the savior of the GWA. Not my words...other people's indications. Even your own f*cking partner eluded to it Marcus..and that makes it even that more pathetic that you don't see it.
Scavanger. This is the best you could ever get Marcus. Chris. Mezro. A person who moves in after the real struggle is already over. After the real conflict has already passed, and there are a few scraps left behind for the three of you. I've held every title the GWA had to offer, I'm going to own the rights to call myself Last Man Standing after this tourney, and I could own any one of the FWF's supposed champions! But eventually I have to give something back...and boys, thats exactly what I did. I am an undefeated Olympic & Maximus champion. I handed the titles back..after I got the main prize. Because I know I can't hold all the gold at one time. What would you boys do then? There would be no point in your existance in this f*cking federation. No room for your existance in your own f*cking lives. For the rest of your lives you guys are going to be sitting back eating my dust while I travel full steam ahead...picking up whatever shit I might drop along the way. Untill I decide to retire, or quit this federation...you will not have a chance at holding the Gladiator Championship. You will not have a chance at finding victory when I'm involved in a match. And you won't have a chance to even be in the ring with the best, let alone think you are the best.
Gatherer. Something that gathers up many resources and is able to survive upon it's stash untill the next season comes. I guess I could be considered this. Except I never gathered...my father did. And now...I pay with what my father gathered, to have 1000's of people gathering for me each day. Upon which, puts me in full control and at a net worth of 4.6 Billion dollars. That is before it was stolen. But because of a generous donation by an outside source, and because I have a degree from Harvard..I am able to make that money back...and pay off 5 guys with 40 million bucks, which is kind of like going to the Taco Bell drive through window on a saturday night for all of you. It's not that much, in the grand scheme of what I'm really worth. The only reason you may see it as that much, is because you aren't worth..all that much. That's deffinently true in the case of Chris Carpenter, Mezro, and Marcus Gaines. I don't know why I bother thinking about them. Damn it...I told myself I wouldn't do this. There's a beautiful young lady over there, looking in my direction...and I'm concerning myself with the lessers of this buisness. That's it...I'm going to go over there..and talk to her.**
::Johnny sits up in the lounge chair, and hoists himself up out of the seated position he had found most comfortable. He slowly begins to slink his way across the concrete towards the young woman who had been eying him for some time now. She had noticed his advances, and her eyes now are burried within a book. Storm smiles gently as he sits down in a lounge chair beside her. He allows his eye to wander over to her book. "The Lord Of The Rings" by J.R. Tolken. Interesting read, but not quite Johnny Storm's taste. He lays back in the seat, using it to recline as she appears to try and ignore his biceps as they stand out in the sunlight. Her attempts aren't very good however, as Storm smirks at her wandering eyes. She simply returns the smirk, knowing where his mind was at. Storm reaches in his pocket, and pulls forth a box of Tic-Tac's. He pop's the lid, and pours a few into his mouth. He then shuts it...allowing the spearment flavor to burn at his tongue. He then raises an eyebrow, as if not in control of what he is about to do.
Storm, like some sort of involuntary action, launches the Tic-Tac box over, and onto the young ladies lap. She lets out a playful laugh, but upon looking in his direction..her smile grows very sheepish, and her shy attributes return. She reaches down on her lap, and reaches outwards to storm with the box within her hand.::
Girl: You dropped this...
::Storm smiles slightly at her coyness, and then reaches out with his had...taking the box in his hand....while brushing his hand against hers. She develops a half smile, and then pulls back slowly. Before her hand is placed back into a restful position, Storm reaches over and takes it in his. She seems startled now by the gentle touch, and Storm sits up on the edge of his seat...giving her hand a light kiss. A pinkish color flushes her cheeks, as she turns her head down to the concrete..her hair moving down to cover her face. Storm smiles...running his thumb across the top of her hand.::
Johnny Storm: Thank you.
::She looks up slightly in under her shy features, and smiles at the face smiling back at her. Storm then releases her hand, and leans back in his lounge chair. She returns her hand back to her lap, and appears to be reading again..although Storm see's that her eyes are not on the page.::
Johnny Storm: So....how are you this evening?
::The girl looks up with an odd, but sweet expression.::
Girl: I'm doing fine...and you?
Johnny Storm: I'm great. So do you vacation here often?
::Appearing to grow more comfortable.::
Girl: Oh. I'm not here on vacation. I'm traveling here on buisness. This is the first chance I have gotten to just relax for a few hours, so I'm taking it.
Johnny Storm: Really? What buisness are you with?
Girl: I sell jewel insurance to different jewelry shops around the world, and my company is Limoge` Insurance. It's based out of Canada.
Johnny Storm: Wow. Your a long way from home.
Girl: Yeah. But I'm enjoying my stay in the states. Never know who you might meet.
::A coy smile comes across the girls face, as Storm smirks at the comment.::
**Johnny's Thoughts: Flirtation. Good. Now..lets see mezro's dumb ass score with a chick like this.**
::Storm nods, leaning back a little more.::
Johnny Storm: No...never know who you might meet. Lots of intrigueing people all over the world. It's been nice chatting Mrs....
::Storm smiles, extending his hand over to the girl. She stares starry eyed in his direction as she reaches out to take his hand. As his fingers enclose around hers, she feels her heart begin race...her breathing increase. She then gains some control over herself, and remembers that Storm had asked her a question.::
Girl: Dianne. Dianne Gabriella.
Johnny Storm: Johnny Storm at your service. Nice to make your aquaintance Mrs. Gabriella.
Dianne: oh..Just Dianne. Mrs. Gabriella sounds so old...
Johnny Storm: Very well Just Dianne.
::Storm smiles as the blush washes over Dianne's face. Her cheeks turning rosey red once again at Storm's flirtatious nature. So far the two had been 1-1 on the flirting chart, and Johnny Storm was ready to seal the deal with a little invite.::
Johnny Storm: Well Just Dianne....how would you like to have dinner with me tonight so that we can continue this conversation in a more subtable area?
Dianne: Why Mr. Storm..you already have me half way undressed....do you really want to hinder all that by making me squeeze into an evening gown?
::Storm smirks at this, unsure whether that was a reply for real, or one of smart assedness. Storm leans back in his seat, with an expression of thought...although his eyes were pointed directly at her golden tanned skin.::
Johnny Storm: Why Just Dianne...is that an invotation?
::Dianne smiles softly, and uncrosses her legs to sit up...the recliner pushing between her legs...as she leans forward with her book to get to her bag..showing her rather nice breasts off to the watching storm.::
**Johnny's Thoughts: Come on Johnny. Keep it together. She's just trying to get a rise out of you, and not a damn bad job at that. But you remember how is control here. Now..work her over.**
::Johnny Storm opens his mouth to say another line, but is cut off suddenly by a pair of keys being flung down between Storm's legs. Storm leans up quickly...no man liking the feeling of something coming to fast towards that area. He looks down a little startled, and then a large grin replaces the look of startled. Dianne gets up to her feet, as Storm picks up her hotel room key. He looks up to her with a smile.::
Dianne: You can come up..if you drop the Just part, and call me Dianne.
::She delivers a quaint smile as Storm returns it. He pulls himself up to a vertical position, and then stands up dangerously close to Dianne's body. Their faces only an inch away from each other...lips close to touching. They feel each others breath as it pours out of their noses onto each other. Storm can see the excitement in Dianne's eyes seeing as how she has never done anything this forward in her life. Possiably because she had never been noticed by someone as forward as him in her life. He nods, and then uses his head to signal her in the direction of the main complex. She lets out a happy giggle, and turns bouncing off towards the double glass doors leading into where the elevators are. Storm slowly follows behind her, and catches the next elevator after she enters one...her smile directed at him as the doors roll closed. Storm climbs into the next elevator, and presses the 3rd floor where the room key obviously was directing him. As soon as the doors open, he steps out, and he see's her shapely body stumbling down the hallway to get there before he does. Probably to pick up whatever mess she possiably has accumulated during her visit to the states. Storm slowly walks...allowing her the time he figures she needs. He reaches up with the room key, placing it into the electronic slot...feeling as the door's lock pops open. Storm slowly steps into the room...closing the door behind him. Dianne no where in sight. He takes a few steps into the room that is much smaller than his suite up on the top floor, and as he rounds the corner...see's her there laying on the bed...top already undone. Her breasts push out from her body in perfect mounds, nipples errect. Storm allows a very sly smile as he starts forward. She holds her hands out in front of her with a very serious look upon her face.::
Dianne: Now Johnny Storm...I want to know a little more about you. I don't just do this with anyone. I think I'm allowed a job title...a little information before we get down to this buisness.
::Storm shakes his head in disappointment, and then sits down on the edge of the bed..as she places her feet up into his lap..tracing his member with her toes. Storm shudders a little in under the feeling, as he looks back to her. She has a look of pure evil over her face...teasing him with her coy little question & answer.::
Johnny Storm: Well Dianne...I am the Own....
::Storm pauses. Should he tell this girl he doesn't know his personal information. That he is the owner & CEO of a large multi-billion dollar company. That he is a Harvard graduate, and a man with a taste for the finer things in life. Nah....we don't think so either!::
Johnny Storm: I'm a wrestler for the Gladiator Wrestling Association.
::Dianne's face turns to shocked, as her feet slide down from his crotch onto his lap. She looks at him, and then to herself, then back at him. This news usually didn't get this response for sure. Usually it was the easiest way to get in a girls pants. Flash the line that you are famous, and they are on their knees sucking like a hoover vacum cleaner. Storm looks on in question, and Dianne gives him an answer.::
Dianne: Man...this is wierd! My friend Sarah...she's back in Canada...she said she had met up with some guy. He seemed cool at first, but then she wasn't so sure. He said he was a wrestler, and she wasn't so sure she could believe him...because the more time she spent with him..the more he sounded like he broke out of one of those mental schools.
Johnny Storm: What was the guys name?
Dianne: She said he never told her his real name. He just kept on spouting out something about "waisting my time", and "Mezro".
::Storm's eyes open up wide, and he hops up very quickly...stalking around the room. Even in the presence of a decently good looking woman...Mezro & those idiots are brought into the picture. Damn them. And Damn everyone else in the buisness as well. Storm quickly starts towards the door, a look of disbelief on his face. Dianne starts putting her bathing suit top back on, following behind him.::
Dianne: Hey...Where are you going!?!
Johnny Storm: Listen...anyone who would be attracted to that moron is a jack ass...and anyone stupid enough to be her damn friend...is the Jack Asses Ass!
::Dianne's jaw drops as Storm opens the door, and slams it back in her face as she begins cursing him. He stalks down the hall to the elevator, and steps on. Unbelievable. The wrestling world couldn't leave Storm alone for one minuete, and he had no one else to blame for being this damn good but himself. Storm stalks out of the elevator onto his floor, and goes directly to his suite where he opens the door and slams it behind him.::
**Johnny's Thoughts: Damn it! Now I know I'm going to stomp Mezro's damn ass! Just the same way I'll beat Chris Carpenter & Marcus Gaines' asses. There will honestly only be one thing proven after this is all said and done. That being that you all indeed did end up like all the rest.....**
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF THEIR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!!
ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI
ST. LOUIS SPRING FALLS RESORT
LISTENING TO THE GUMS FLAP: 1:20p.m.
::"Where did the day go?" Johnny Storm thinks as he lays out by pool side in the sun. The St. Louis Spring Falls Resort was the nicest place Storm could get on such short notice. LMS had kept the Gladiator Champion readily busy, and he was here for the GWA. Then would have to go straight back to where the FWF was hosting LMS, and wrestle there. Johnny Storm was so sick of his luxury first class jet, that it made him sick of thinking about the air. Storm lolls his head to one side....his sunglasses covering his eyes from the blazing sun above. It had been a while since he was able to just lay out in the sun without a care in the world. However, he had a care. Many of them. He had things to worry about, and it kind of pissed him off on such a beautiful day such as this. Women all around in their tight little bikini's, squeezing out of the water...allowing beads of the liquid to drop down into the most private parts of their anatomy. Storm smiles as a cute blonde sits on the edge..her large breasts heaving nearly out of her top. Storm shakes the notion from his mind as a shadow is cast over him. The waitor has returned with his drink, and hands him his Jack..straight. That's the only way you could truely enjoy Jack Daniels. It's the only way you could enjoy anything. Especially wrestling. The only way to avoid boring yourself in this buisness, is to go out there, and get straight to the point. Johnny Storm considered another rant and rave about how ignorant Mezro really was...but what would be the point. It was a waist of time. No good could come of it. The only thing that a guy like Mezro would understand, is if Johnny Storm stepped into the ring...and stomped the shit out of him. No more words. No more pleas for his dislexic banter to stifle. No more mouthing off at each other. Just an old fashioned ass beating, at the hands of your Gladiator Champion.::
**Johnny's thoughts: You know it's funny. You have so many thoughts about an opponent, but when you get right down to it you realize that they are all the same. They are just another obstacle on the path to Greatness. To be number one. ha. This bitch Mezro says that he is on top, and then contradicts himself by saying he's just got started in this buisness. This is great. I've got a guy who doesn't even know what the hell he's talking about. He doesn't even have a f*cking contract with anyone, and he's got the gaul to say that I'm a nobody. Maybe where his failure comes from is when he was born, he had an inferiority complex. Who knows. Child birth can be a difficult thing. I mean your clawing and fighting just to get to that shining light at the end of the tunnel. Same thing when you die. Makes you wonder eh? What's the point. In the end we're all just searching for the light. The thing is...I've found my light. It comes in the form of a championship, and a federation. A federation I've made into the ground shaking force of entertainment that it is today. I am the leader of a brand new revolution. Setting up brand new Methods Of Violence. A group that I formed almost one year ago today. That back then dominated an entire federation. That took every title it could get it's hands on. And now that they're back, they are going to do the same damn thing.
Anyways...back to the point. We are all born into a light, and we are all fighting and scraping just to make it back into another light. Like each step in life is like a new transition to the life process. To a new level of betterment. It's the same with Mezro. He is fighting..clutching..and crawling towards this idea of greatness. But where he continues to fail...is the fact that no matter how good YOU think you are doesn't matter. It's what they think. They as in the fans. These people who pay their hard earned money to come and cheer you. Boo you. Hate you. Love you. Lust after you. Whatever they do or feel for you that causes them to shell out their income to see you in person is a complete reflection of how great you are. People hate me. It's because I have money. It's because I have the audacity to say unsaid things. And I am unafraid to tell these scum in the back that they don't reach the same level as I. Mezro you are no different. You are struggling to keep up, let along trying to actually stand toe to toe with me. Your just another name on the window of oppurtunity, and I am going to shatter you like broken glass. Why? If you can't answer that question yourself...I can't help you.
Chris Carpenter. An egotist at best. He allows his delusions of greatness and supreme intelligence cloud his judgement. He shoots his mouth off when there is no cause to do so. We all have seen him in the ring, and know his abilities. What makes him think that he will do any better than a guy like Mezro. What makes him think that he can do any better against a guy like Johnny Storm. His struggle is shown in LMS as he is just striving to survive one more day. I however have not a worry in the world. Nothing else to hinder me, but the thought of me and that brunette in the pink bikini who's laying in under a beach umbrella over in the corner. Of coarse that's another story for another time. Plenty has been said about Chris Carpenter, and I'm sick of even discussing it. This match will prove to be entertaining...because competition..or the lack there of...always is.
Marcus Gaines. Now here is someone who had potential. That is of coarse untill he was pitted against myself. The Methods of Violence were not created to beat down someone in every match. That's petty and inconsequintal. I wanted to compile the best wrestlers in this buisness together, and pit them against the best that the GWA has to offer. Competition has been lacking, and my bank account continues to grow..so I am able to make things interesting. My question is if you are the best, and you hold the belt that proves it...does that warrant egotistical remarks? To those who have been on the sidelines....to those who weren't here when the real fight was taking place....i suppose not. If Marcus Gaines had taken the time to stay in the GWA when it's dawning hour came...when it looked like her doors would shut. Then I could respect his opinions. But he did not. Matter of fact..neither did Carpenter. "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm, however, did. You see several of these people in this federation & in the FWF do this for the money. The other percentile do it for the fans & stardome you recieve. I do it for my own personal entertainment. To break down and destroy a mans body. To dismantle his senses. To watch as he has no where to go, and the fear in his eyes build....and at that point in his mind when the light switches on and he see's that he is trapped in a cage with a predator.
Predator. I am a hunter in this buisness. I walk all over opponents not because of lack of competition, but because of a lack of gumption shown by them. Everyone believes they have the ability to beat Johnny Storm now a days...but yet they just can't seem to do it. The fact that there is interest shown by one person or another seems to confuse these people into believeing that I am the one that will fear them. This misconception can be laid to rest right now. I fear no man. All challenges welcome. That's the way it has been from the begining. I don't understand how much clearer I can make it for the Fans Wrestling Federation or for the Gladiator Wrestling Association. I don't understand how to get the point across. I face all comers week in and week out without any questions. It's not a matter of pride, or ego. It's deffinently not a matter of respect, cause I have none for any of you. It's a matter of gaining one more notch for my own entertainment. I didn't ask to be the best Marcus, I was born the best.
Prey. You wrestlers are probably thinking that you are the prey at this moment. It's sad. Watching you all scramble over your own words. Even I find myself doing it..and it makes me angry with myself. Words mean nothing in this buisness. It is the ability to destroy your opponent, and sell these fans a stellar match that they will remember & talk about for years. Marcus Gaines, I want to know where our memorable match is? Why don't I remember you? Ask anyone in this federation who Chris Damm is, and they will tell you. Ask anyone in this federation who Reina Saiaki is, and they will tell you. Ask anyone in this federation who Steven Fury is, and they will tell you. All three SWA & GWA superstars, and all three great successes in this buisness. All three of them fallen victom at one time or another to Johnny Storm. Maybe not in a match...maybe not in their minds. But at one point or another they have been put away. Here's more what you should concern yourself with. Where is Chris Damm? No one can answer that. Where is Reina Saiaki? Another question with the same answer. Where is Steven Fury? Sitting at the healm of a steam ship he doesn't even control anymore. Now...you can ask either question of Johnny Storm...and the answer for both is the same. Johnny Storm is the Gladiator Champion, and the savior of the GWA. Not my words...other people's indications. Even your own f*cking partner eluded to it Marcus..and that makes it even that more pathetic that you don't see it.
Scavanger. This is the best you could ever get Marcus. Chris. Mezro. A person who moves in after the real struggle is already over. After the real conflict has already passed, and there are a few scraps left behind for the three of you. I've held every title the GWA had to offer, I'm going to own the rights to call myself Last Man Standing after this tourney, and I could own any one of the FWF's supposed champions! But eventually I have to give something back...and boys, thats exactly what I did. I am an undefeated Olympic & Maximus champion. I handed the titles back..after I got the main prize. Because I know I can't hold all the gold at one time. What would you boys do then? There would be no point in your existance in this f*cking federation. No room for your existance in your own f*cking lives. For the rest of your lives you guys are going to be sitting back eating my dust while I travel full steam ahead...picking up whatever shit I might drop along the way. Untill I decide to retire, or quit this federation...you will not have a chance at holding the Gladiator Championship. You will not have a chance at finding victory when I'm involved in a match. And you won't have a chance to even be in the ring with the best, let alone think you are the best.
Gatherer. Something that gathers up many resources and is able to survive upon it's stash untill the next season comes. I guess I could be considered this. Except I never gathered...my father did. And now...I pay with what my father gathered, to have 1000's of people gathering for me each day. Upon which, puts me in full control and at a net worth of 4.6 Billion dollars. That is before it was stolen. But because of a generous donation by an outside source, and because I have a degree from Harvard..I am able to make that money back...and pay off 5 guys with 40 million bucks, which is kind of like going to the Taco Bell drive through window on a saturday night for all of you. It's not that much, in the grand scheme of what I'm really worth. The only reason you may see it as that much, is because you aren't worth..all that much. That's deffinently true in the case of Chris Carpenter, Mezro, and Marcus Gaines. I don't know why I bother thinking about them. Damn it...I told myself I wouldn't do this. There's a beautiful young lady over there, looking in my direction...and I'm concerning myself with the lessers of this buisness. That's it...I'm going to go over there..and talk to her.**
::Johnny sits up in the lounge chair, and hoists himself up out of the seated position he had found most comfortable. He slowly begins to slink his way across the concrete towards the young woman who had been eying him for some time now. She had noticed his advances, and her eyes now are burried within a book. Storm smiles gently as he sits down in a lounge chair beside her. He allows his eye to wander over to her book. "The Lord Of The Rings" by J.R. Tolken. Interesting read, but not quite Johnny Storm's taste. He lays back in the seat, using it to recline as she appears to try and ignore his biceps as they stand out in the sunlight. Her attempts aren't very good however, as Storm smirks at her wandering eyes. She simply returns the smirk, knowing where his mind was at. Storm reaches in his pocket, and pulls forth a box of Tic-Tac's. He pop's the lid, and pours a few into his mouth. He then shuts it...allowing the spearment flavor to burn at his tongue. He then raises an eyebrow, as if not in control of what he is about to do.
Storm, like some sort of involuntary action, launches the Tic-Tac box over, and onto the young ladies lap. She lets out a playful laugh, but upon looking in his direction..her smile grows very sheepish, and her shy attributes return. She reaches down on her lap, and reaches outwards to storm with the box within her hand.::
Girl: You dropped this...
::Storm smiles slightly at her coyness, and then reaches out with his had...taking the box in his hand....while brushing his hand against hers. She develops a half smile, and then pulls back slowly. Before her hand is placed back into a restful position, Storm reaches over and takes it in his. She seems startled now by the gentle touch, and Storm sits up on the edge of his seat...giving her hand a light kiss. A pinkish color flushes her cheeks, as she turns her head down to the concrete..her hair moving down to cover her face. Storm smiles...running his thumb across the top of her hand.::
Johnny Storm: Thank you.
::She looks up slightly in under her shy features, and smiles at the face smiling back at her. Storm then releases her hand, and leans back in his lounge chair. She returns her hand back to her lap, and appears to be reading again..although Storm see's that her eyes are not on the page.::
Johnny Storm: So....how are you this evening?
::The girl looks up with an odd, but sweet expression.::
Girl: I'm doing fine...and you?
Johnny Storm: I'm great. So do you vacation here often?
::Appearing to grow more comfortable.::
Girl: Oh. I'm not here on vacation. I'm traveling here on buisness. This is the first chance I have gotten to just relax for a few hours, so I'm taking it.
Johnny Storm: Really? What buisness are you with?
Girl: I sell jewel insurance to different jewelry shops around the world, and my company is Limoge` Insurance. It's based out of Canada.
Johnny Storm: Wow. Your a long way from home.
Girl: Yeah. But I'm enjoying my stay in the states. Never know who you might meet.
::A coy smile comes across the girls face, as Storm smirks at the comment.::
**Johnny's Thoughts: Flirtation. Good. Now..lets see mezro's dumb ass score with a chick like this.**
::Storm nods, leaning back a little more.::
Johnny Storm: No...never know who you might meet. Lots of intrigueing people all over the world. It's been nice chatting Mrs....
::Storm smiles, extending his hand over to the girl. She stares starry eyed in his direction as she reaches out to take his hand. As his fingers enclose around hers, she feels her heart begin race...her breathing increase. She then gains some control over herself, and remembers that Storm had asked her a question.::
Girl: Dianne. Dianne Gabriella.
Johnny Storm: Johnny Storm at your service. Nice to make your aquaintance Mrs. Gabriella.
Dianne: oh..Just Dianne. Mrs. Gabriella sounds so old...
Johnny Storm: Very well Just Dianne.
::Storm smiles as the blush washes over Dianne's face. Her cheeks turning rosey red once again at Storm's flirtatious nature. So far the two had been 1-1 on the flirting chart, and Johnny Storm was ready to seal the deal with a little invite.::
Johnny Storm: Well Just Dianne....how would you like to have dinner with me tonight so that we can continue this conversation in a more subtable area?
Dianne: Why Mr. Storm..you already have me half way undressed....do you really want to hinder all that by making me squeeze into an evening gown?
::Storm smirks at this, unsure whether that was a reply for real, or one of smart assedness. Storm leans back in his seat, with an expression of thought...although his eyes were pointed directly at her golden tanned skin.::
Johnny Storm: Why Just Dianne...is that an invotation?
::Dianne smiles softly, and uncrosses her legs to sit up...the recliner pushing between her legs...as she leans forward with her book to get to her bag..showing her rather nice breasts off to the watching storm.::
**Johnny's Thoughts: Come on Johnny. Keep it together. She's just trying to get a rise out of you, and not a damn bad job at that. But you remember how is control here. Now..work her over.**
::Johnny Storm opens his mouth to say another line, but is cut off suddenly by a pair of keys being flung down between Storm's legs. Storm leans up quickly...no man liking the feeling of something coming to fast towards that area. He looks down a little startled, and then a large grin replaces the look of startled. Dianne gets up to her feet, as Storm picks up her hotel room key. He looks up to her with a smile.::
Dianne: You can come up..if you drop the Just part, and call me Dianne.
::She delivers a quaint smile as Storm returns it. He pulls himself up to a vertical position, and then stands up dangerously close to Dianne's body. Their faces only an inch away from each other...lips close to touching. They feel each others breath as it pours out of their noses onto each other. Storm can see the excitement in Dianne's eyes seeing as how she has never done anything this forward in her life. Possiably because she had never been noticed by someone as forward as him in her life. He nods, and then uses his head to signal her in the direction of the main complex. She lets out a happy giggle, and turns bouncing off towards the double glass doors leading into where the elevators are. Storm slowly follows behind her, and catches the next elevator after she enters one...her smile directed at him as the doors roll closed. Storm climbs into the next elevator, and presses the 3rd floor where the room key obviously was directing him. As soon as the doors open, he steps out, and he see's her shapely body stumbling down the hallway to get there before he does. Probably to pick up whatever mess she possiably has accumulated during her visit to the states. Storm slowly walks...allowing her the time he figures she needs. He reaches up with the room key, placing it into the electronic slot...feeling as the door's lock pops open. Storm slowly steps into the room...closing the door behind him. Dianne no where in sight. He takes a few steps into the room that is much smaller than his suite up on the top floor, and as he rounds the corner...see's her there laying on the bed...top already undone. Her breasts push out from her body in perfect mounds, nipples errect. Storm allows a very sly smile as he starts forward. She holds her hands out in front of her with a very serious look upon her face.::
Dianne: Now Johnny Storm...I want to know a little more about you. I don't just do this with anyone. I think I'm allowed a job title...a little information before we get down to this buisness.
::Storm shakes his head in disappointment, and then sits down on the edge of the bed..as she places her feet up into his lap..tracing his member with her toes. Storm shudders a little in under the feeling, as he looks back to her. She has a look of pure evil over her face...teasing him with her coy little question & answer.::
Johnny Storm: Well Dianne...I am the Own....
::Storm pauses. Should he tell this girl he doesn't know his personal information. That he is the owner & CEO of a large multi-billion dollar company. That he is a Harvard graduate, and a man with a taste for the finer things in life. Nah....we don't think so either!::
Johnny Storm: I'm a wrestler for the Gladiator Wrestling Association.
::Dianne's face turns to shocked, as her feet slide down from his crotch onto his lap. She looks at him, and then to herself, then back at him. This news usually didn't get this response for sure. Usually it was the easiest way to get in a girls pants. Flash the line that you are famous, and they are on their knees sucking like a hoover vacum cleaner. Storm looks on in question, and Dianne gives him an answer.::
Dianne: Man...this is wierd! My friend Sarah...she's back in Canada...she said she had met up with some guy. He seemed cool at first, but then she wasn't so sure. He said he was a wrestler, and she wasn't so sure she could believe him...because the more time she spent with him..the more he sounded like he broke out of one of those mental schools.
Johnny Storm: What was the guys name?
Dianne: She said he never told her his real name. He just kept on spouting out something about "waisting my time", and "Mezro".
::Storm's eyes open up wide, and he hops up very quickly...stalking around the room. Even in the presence of a decently good looking woman...Mezro & those idiots are brought into the picture. Damn them. And Damn everyone else in the buisness as well. Storm quickly starts towards the door, a look of disbelief on his face. Dianne starts putting her bathing suit top back on, following behind him.::
Dianne: Hey...Where are you going!?!
Johnny Storm: Listen...anyone who would be attracted to that moron is a jack ass...and anyone stupid enough to be her damn friend...is the Jack Asses Ass!
::Dianne's jaw drops as Storm opens the door, and slams it back in her face as she begins cursing him. He stalks down the hall to the elevator, and steps on. Unbelievable. The wrestling world couldn't leave Storm alone for one minuete, and he had no one else to blame for being this damn good but himself. Storm stalks out of the elevator onto his floor, and goes directly to his suite where he opens the door and slams it behind him.::
**Johnny's Thoughts: Damn it! Now I know I'm going to stomp Mezro's damn ass! Just the same way I'll beat Chris Carpenter & Marcus Gaines' asses. There will honestly only be one thing proven after this is all said and done. That being that you all indeed did end up like all the rest.....**
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF THEIR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!!