Post by Press1269 on Feb 27, 2016 4:01:20 GMT
AUGUST 22nd, 2001
ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI
BACKSTAGE AFTER INSURRECTION
LOCKER ROOM #4: 11:05p.m.
::The camera view rests upon locker room #4, where the MOV were stationed before the Johnny Storm/Johnny Blaze v.s. Marcus Gaines/ Chris Carpenter match. There is a padlock on the door, and a few jarring motions that would incur that there is someone within.....wanting out. Commotion can be heard by muffled voices from behind the door, and the destinct sound of..1..2..3! Suddenly the door bursts open...the wood around the pad lock splintering out all over the hallway. There in the door way stand Jakob Grimes, Johnny Viscous, and Sebastian Bock. Sebastian reaches down taking the padlock in his hand while a monitor within the dressing room continues to blare the sounds of the attack made on Storm & Blaze by Anton Rayge. Bock slams the padlock to the ground causing sparks to fly up from the floor. He snarls in Grimes & Viscous' direction....and the three men automatically begin sprinting down the hallway to where they last saw Storm & Rayge.
It doesn't take them long before they hear the commotion of EMT's surrounding Johnny Blaze who was downed in the back stage area. They head over there, where he is now conscious...but still profusely bleeding. Grimes stays behind as Bock & Viscous take off towards the enterance way where EMT's burst through the curtain, Johnny Storm on a gurney. The two men catch up to Storm's bedside as he is rushed through the backstage area...the searing flesh still steaming after the sickening attack by Steven's new henchman. Bock looks down at his fallen companion in wonder.....unable to determine what it is that should be done next...now that this has unraveled before them. Johnny Storm, however, knows exactly what must be done. Even through a pain ridden guise, he looks to Bock...and reaches out to take him by the colar, and brings his ear close to his mouth.::
Johnny Storm: (in a whisper) Gather the forces, and meet me at the hospital.
::Sebastian looks surprised, but stands back upright, and nods. Storm is hoisted up into the ambulence, as Bock turns to Viscous and they sprint back down the hallway toward where they had left Blaze & Grimes.::
2 Hours Later
::Johnny Storm lay in a hospital bed...the dripping of some sort of liquid medicine being pumped directly into his system through an IV. His forehead is severely gashed, but has been stapled back together. His broken nose reset without any deadening medicine, for it would counter effect the drugs he was forced to enduce to stop the burning of flesh on his insides. A heavy cold salve was applied to the burned words etched within his chest along with a gaulded like wrap that covered the words "Fury's Bitch". Three of his ribs on his left side were fractured, one on the right broken. He had cuts & bruises all over his body, unable to destinquish whether the feeling would ever come back to his left arm again or not. This was quite possiably Johnny Storm's lowest moment.
The thoughs push out of Storm's head. His mind resting upon what he knows now that he must do. There was no doubt that someone would pay for this outrage. Someone would pay for this travesty. There was a matter of debt now. Johnny Storm owed several people a great deal of debt, and wasn't quite sure what he was going to do to repay them. But by all means one thing was for sure. Johnny Storm always pays off a debt, and Anton Rayge, Steven Fury, and "The Shadow" Shane Stevens deffinently had their pay back coming.
The sound of the door creaking open catches Johnny Storm's thoughts, and he lolls his head over in that direction. A Uphetic smile crosses his lips, although it hurts like hell to do so. Johnny Blaze, patched up head and all steps through the door....followed by Grimes, Viscous , and Bock. Storm nods for the men to take a seat where they could get one...and he shifts in the bed..grimacing as the burn on his chest screams out in pain. The thin hospital gown that he wore was not helping his comfort all that much, and the bracelet issued to him upon his time of registration was growing more annoying. None of the men seem to want to speak what is on their minds as they watch the Gladiator Champion's expressions. This all while just trying to make it into a upright position. What had these men done to one of the most deadly men in this sport, and how in the hell would he ever be ready for the challenge that all of them knew was coming. All of them except for Storm himself.
Sebastian finally steps forward, and sits down on the bed next to Johnny Storm's broken body. Storm catches his worried eyes, and allows the smile to rest now...a frown replacing it. Was it possiable...after one attack...the faith of these men were not as much as expected originally. Storm can't believe it. Their faces of warmth & compassion. Wishing this had never happened...as if they had expected something else. Storm opens his mouth to say something, but before he can...Sebastian Bock cuts him off.::
Sebastian Bock: How are you feeling Johnny?
Johnny Storm: (in a sarcastic tone)Well Sebastian....I feel like I had my nose broke, and something burned into my chest...
Sebastian Bock: I'm sure. So how are they treating you here? First class as always?
Johnny Storm: Yeah Bock...you know how it works. I take a first class ass whipping, and then get first class medical attention only to go back to a first class jet, that takes me to the next first class hotel, where I wait so I can get some first class revenge! Make no mistake gentlemen....that is on the agenda for next Insurrection!
::The worried expressions immediately turn to attentive ones. Now this was the Johnny Storm they knew, and although his weakened appearance played tricks on their minds......they knew that deep down inside..he was strong as ever. Grimes checks the door to see if anyone was coming, and Viscous sits down in a chair close to Johnny Storm's side. Blaze leans against the far wall..his own pain now apparant as he reaches up to adjust his bandage. Bock remains seated on the bed..as Storm looks over his troops.::
Johnny Storm: First off...this isn't going to just be blown over. Anton Rayge thinks that I am going to allow him to come back in here and fuck around with Johnny Storm, then he's got another thing coming. Second off, Steven Fury has over stepped his bounds. It's one thing to electrocute...it's another to beat someone senseless, but when you put a permanent mark on someone....it is elevated from mere buisness, to personal. The one thing that son of a bitch wanted to do was get personal. But if that's the way he wants it...that's exactly what he's going to get. Bottom line...Judgement Day for these cock suckers are around the bend...and i'm going to make sure to collect on their payments!
::The men nod in agreement, as Viscous now looks to Storm with a face full of concern.::
Johnny Viscous: What about Chris Cane. They have me set up in a match with him, and that's cool with me....but look what he did last week. He's an ass hole, and more than likely....will have help this week to try and screw me over.
Johnny Storm: Don't worry...we're going to keep an eye out for these bastards this week. NO one.....and I mean NO ONE is going to steel our thunder anymore. They wanted to try and surpass us with violence....well they don't know what violence is!
Jakob Grimes: That takes care of a few of the names...but what about Bad Influence? They haven't attacked yet, but they sure did flap those gums the other night. What should we do about them?
Johnny Storm: They aren't a very big threat. It's not like they can resist us for to much longer. I say we sit tight, and deal with who we have to for right now. There's plenty of time to deal with the cannon fodder once you've dealt with the main guns. Which gentlemen....the main guns of the GWA are standing in this room.
::The four men ring out with commotion amongst themselves, as Storm soaks in the conversations. He takes a plastic cup of water, and sips on it gently...allowing the cool liqued to calm his throat. He then sets the cup back down onto a tray table at his side...and he looks up to Bock who is spewing on & on about how Fury must pay. It dawned on Storm at that moment, that Fury wouldn't give him the night off anymore. Johnny Storm, in his current condition, was going to have to face off with someone. But who? Storm reaches up, and tugs at the sleeve of Sebastian Bock's $300 shirt. Bock turns to him with his full attention.::
Sebastian Bock: Can I get you anything Johnny?
Johnny Storm: Yeah....you can tell me who it is that I'm facing this week?
::The four other men suddenly grow silent. Storm's words echoing off the walls of the hospital room. Sebastian Bock rubs the back of his neck, and then looks back to Storm who is now very interested as in who he is facing.::
Sebastian Bock: Carpenter, Johnny. Chris Carpenter. You have to go up against him for the Gladiator Title.
::Storm's eyes flare up, but then relax.....not wanting to allow the others to see the rage that they subdued for the 'Canadian Icon'. One word could come to mind when summarizing up whatever needed to be summed up.::
Johnny Storm: Perfect!
AUGUST 27th, 2001
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
WALDORF ASTORIA HOTEL
PENTHOUSE SUITE: 1:00 p.m.
::Storm ignores the pain as he pulls his soft, silk robe around his tattered form. He had been beaten. Not in the ring, but in the back. Beaten by a man that didn't even matter. A mark...a moron....a first class jack ass. Several months ago this same man faced off with Johnny Storm for the Maximus Title. This same man came up short a victory. it's a known fact that history repeats itself.....So why was it that this little upstart felt the need to stick his nose where he knew it didn't belong. It was deffinently going to happen this time for Anton Rayge. History would repeat itself. Eventually the two men would face off against each other, and the Gladiator Title wasn't even the deciding factor as to why. It was the clear cut point that Anton did not belong, and Johnny Storm did. Anton Rayge has always had a jealous streak in him. He didn't like Ryosuke Mitsurugi cause he was boning Anton's old flame Kitara. Anton didn't like Johnny Storm cause he could whip his ass on more than one occasion. Yet he begged & pleaded for both of these men to be in his Brotherhood because of the simple fact that he couldn't cut it as a GWA Superstar by himself. He had always been dependant on someone else for any success he had ever known. His Brother...His cousin....His stable mates.....Johnny Storm.....and now Shane Stevens. The Shadow. An obvious mark of Steven Fury's past work. The bottom line is it was easy for all of these men to believe that they were someone or something big, because they didn't have to deal with it by themselves. Johnny Storm made himself a name in this buisness. He made himself a person that no one would ever forget, and that everyone would love to hate. Anton Rayge had done nothing but find someone to ride the coat tails to where he is today. Which is still no where. Every manuever he had administered last week had been done by Johnny Storm at one point or another, just proving even further that he was nothing but a slap happy fan who didn't belong in this buisness. It reminded him a lot of the FWF.
The door bell rings, and Johnny Storm's thoughts are broken. Anton Rayge would get his soon enough, but for now....he had to focus on Chris Carpenter. Another person who loved to milk the name "Johnny Storm" for all it was worth. Storm starts over to the door, and opens it swiftly...allowing Ross Bobby to stumble forward just as he was about to press the button once again. Storm looks to him with the same disgust he has for a solid year, and allows the smaller man to enter. Ross started in, and before anything could be said...not even a 'hello'....he had his things set up, and ready for work. The two men hated each other, but even Ross Bobby knew where to go to butter his bread. Johnny Storm was the guy who drew in millions of viewers, and grossed Billions of dollars. Without him.....The GWA would not exist.::
Ross Bobby: Hello Fans....Ross Bobby here with the Gladiator Champion, "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm! Well Johnny....after a brutal beating at the hands of Anton Rayge, you were given a message by Steven Fury & The Shadow...(chuckles a little) and I'll tell you.....it didn't seem like it was well recieved! Can you tell us a little on how you feel about that?
Johnny Storm: It never ceases to amaze me Ross. You continue to get paid, and you continue to ask the most assanine questions I have ever heard. You want to know how I feel about all of that? Well fine....it's like this. Johnny Storm is the Gladiator Champion, and that championship is kind of like having a fortress erected around you. That fortress has a front door with a bullseye on it. Outside the front door, there are vipers waiting for just the right time to strike at your feet, while flames are being shot through near by windows. It never stops, and it will never let up. And that's exactly why I am the man for the job cause Ross.....NEITHER WILL I! I will never stop going, because that's the way it's been ordained. I am the Gladiator Champion by choice, not because it was handed to me. I went after it cause I wanted it, and the only time I'll ever drop this title is because I want to. There is not a man in this federation that can take a god damn thing away from me.....especially this title. Steven Fury seems to be confused, because he probably thinks that this is over. He states through his henchman that this is just buisness....well my 'Poor Bastard'....this is beyond buisness. This is personal. Your little message was heard loud and clear Steven....cause quite frankly you haven't done anything that I wouldn't have. Every encounter in that ring is personal. Men come in to take something away from you, and you don't want to give it to them. The Revolutionary War was fought over an occurance such as this. As will be the war that you and I put on...cause I don't care who you are...you can only get away with so much untill it's over. The messanger doesn't mean anything to me....it's the man behind the message that concerns me. Steven...your days are numbered. You won't quit the GWA, you'll be forced the F*ck out!
As for Anton Rayge...nothing needs to be said. He's an unoriginal hack. He hasn't done anything that I or Chris Damm haven't already done. IT makes me f*cking laugh when I review that tape, and he compares himself to Chris Damm. Now that....That is a f*cking joke. Let me tell you something Anton....CHRIS DAMM WAS A FUCKING MONSTER!! Chris Damm was a fucking ICON! Chris Damm was a fucking GOD! But you know what.....SO IS JOHNNY STORM!! No one could stand up to him the way Johnny Storm did, because Johnny Storm wasn't supposed to be at that level. He was supposed to be following in Chris Damm's shadows forever. WELL LOOK WHO'S ON TOP! Chris Damm defected a long time ago, and left this buisness in shambles! Johnny Storm is the one who stepped in and took the reigns. This is the Federation That Fantastic built, and come Wendsday I am going to teach you the meaning of what being a GWA Main Event is all about. Chris Damm & I are on a completely other planet from you when it comes to wrestling talent! Chris Damm & Johnny Storm shouldn't even be used by you in a f*cking sentence Anton.....and you know what....I might just make sure that it doesn't happen any more! Keep trying to play in the big boy's yard, and you will end up just like all the rest.....
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!!
Now Ross...why Don't you bore us some more with another question. No...let me guess. You want me to tell you how I feel about Chris Carpenter right? Gladiator Title Match? Isn't that what you were going to say Ross? Why don't you just save yourself the trouble, and let me send the freakin' interviews in myself. My question & answers actually have some relevance. The truth is, it doesn't matter how I feel about Chris Carpenter. All that matters is that I am going to do what I do best, and that's whip another wrestlers ass! The fact that I feel that Chris Carpenter is unworthy of a Gladiator Title shot is not going to change the fact that I am going to beat his ass. The fact taht I think Chris Carpenter is a complete moron, and needs a new cast for his shotty interview set up's is not going to change the fact that I am going to beat his ass! The fact that I think Chris Carpenter may be a little on the funny side, and I'm not talking funny haha neither, does not change the fact that I am going to be his ass.
Chris Carpenter was a joke from the very begining of his arrival here in the GWA. He came in acting as if he was going to be a superstar, so I beat his ass to take that notion out of his head. The second time we had an encounter, we were in the ring....and Steven Fury tried to convince us all that he had a back bone...so he tried to screw me. I still advanced into the Adrenaline Eruption match however, and Chris Damm & I put on one hell of a show for all the GWA fans. That's something that Chris Carpenter would know nothing about. Putting on a great show for the fans. He's out in that ring every week for a pay check. I'm out there every week to prove to everyone that I am the true athelete I percieve myself to be! I know who I am Chris......do you? I am the Gladiator Champion. I am the former undefeated Olympic & Maximus Champion. I am the former Legion Tag Team Champion. I am the most influential man here in the GWA, even past Steven Fury who does nothing but sit on his ass with the human pop tart, Mary Jane Francis.
Now it may seem to some that I have been repeating myself in these last couple of interviews....but that's because you all don't seem to hear me the first time, so I'm forced to repeat myself. Talking to a GWA audience, or employee for that matter, is like being a judge in a talent show for the Special Olympics. It doesn't do a damn thing untill I've drilled it into your heads 100's of times. I'm even sick of hearing me spout this out. But if that's what it takes, never let it be said that the Gladiator Champion is an uncaring person....cause I am determined to get you to understand this. Even if that means I have to beat it into everyone of your sick & deluded asses! God Damn...I am so sick & tired of the same old bullshit here in the GWA. At least....give my title shots some meaning. At least book me against someone who may have a chance. An opponent that can actually come to the ring without having to piss themselves cause they are facing Johnny Storm! You know...if you guys aren't going to do it...then I think theres only one thing left for me to do. I'm going to have to step up to the plate, and give myself a freakin' opponent! I'm going to have to start booking my own damn matches. Starting This Wendsday...I have a few things to say for our next PPV! Now Ross....Get the hell out of here. Your worse than Chris Carpenter. Nothing but a God Damn Nuesance!
::Ross Bobby Hurridely rushes around to get his things gathered. He hated Johnny Storm, especially at the end of an interview where he was steamed about being screwed by the GWA staff. Chris Carpenter was sure to get his ass beat just off of sheer anger by the Gladiator Champion. Ross finally has his things gathered, and he quickly finds his way out of the apartment. Storm looks down to see a camera cable left by Ross Bobby. Storm knew that he would be back if he didn't take the damn thing to him....so he scoops it up into his hand, and takes off towards the door. Just as Storm reaches for the door knob, the bell rings once more. Storm automatically assumes that it is Ross Bobby returning for the cable..but when he opens the door....he finds "Ice Cold" Stephanie Connor instead. Storm smiles slightly, taking a step back so as to open the door way up for Connor to step through. She had helped him last week on Insurrection...or tried to at least. The thing that ate away at the fans of the GWA was the fact that Storm & Connor knew why, and they did not. The two were supposed to hate each other. Why would they now show an interest in each other? That was the question plagueing the GWA.....but more importantly....the GWA fans. The people who paid the salaries of the GWA superstars. Storm takes his mind off of his thoughts, and bring them back to the here and now...where Stephanie Connor has yet to take a step forward.::
Johnny Storm: Care to come in?
::Stephanie allows a smile that causes Storm to contemplate whether she's happy, or being polite. Was it possiable for someone nick named "Ice Cold" to be happy? Stephanie steps through the door, and makes her way inside. Storm closes the door behind her, and steps into the sitting room where she is now draped across the couch. Her beautiful frame shown off very well through her attire for the evening. Johnny Storm smiles softly, as he slowly approaches her.::
ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI
BACKSTAGE AFTER INSURRECTION
LOCKER ROOM #4: 11:05p.m.
::The camera view rests upon locker room #4, where the MOV were stationed before the Johnny Storm/Johnny Blaze v.s. Marcus Gaines/ Chris Carpenter match. There is a padlock on the door, and a few jarring motions that would incur that there is someone within.....wanting out. Commotion can be heard by muffled voices from behind the door, and the destinct sound of..1..2..3! Suddenly the door bursts open...the wood around the pad lock splintering out all over the hallway. There in the door way stand Jakob Grimes, Johnny Viscous, and Sebastian Bock. Sebastian reaches down taking the padlock in his hand while a monitor within the dressing room continues to blare the sounds of the attack made on Storm & Blaze by Anton Rayge. Bock slams the padlock to the ground causing sparks to fly up from the floor. He snarls in Grimes & Viscous' direction....and the three men automatically begin sprinting down the hallway to where they last saw Storm & Rayge.
It doesn't take them long before they hear the commotion of EMT's surrounding Johnny Blaze who was downed in the back stage area. They head over there, where he is now conscious...but still profusely bleeding. Grimes stays behind as Bock & Viscous take off towards the enterance way where EMT's burst through the curtain, Johnny Storm on a gurney. The two men catch up to Storm's bedside as he is rushed through the backstage area...the searing flesh still steaming after the sickening attack by Steven's new henchman. Bock looks down at his fallen companion in wonder.....unable to determine what it is that should be done next...now that this has unraveled before them. Johnny Storm, however, knows exactly what must be done. Even through a pain ridden guise, he looks to Bock...and reaches out to take him by the colar, and brings his ear close to his mouth.::
Johnny Storm: (in a whisper) Gather the forces, and meet me at the hospital.
::Sebastian looks surprised, but stands back upright, and nods. Storm is hoisted up into the ambulence, as Bock turns to Viscous and they sprint back down the hallway toward where they had left Blaze & Grimes.::
2 Hours Later
::Johnny Storm lay in a hospital bed...the dripping of some sort of liquid medicine being pumped directly into his system through an IV. His forehead is severely gashed, but has been stapled back together. His broken nose reset without any deadening medicine, for it would counter effect the drugs he was forced to enduce to stop the burning of flesh on his insides. A heavy cold salve was applied to the burned words etched within his chest along with a gaulded like wrap that covered the words "Fury's Bitch". Three of his ribs on his left side were fractured, one on the right broken. He had cuts & bruises all over his body, unable to destinquish whether the feeling would ever come back to his left arm again or not. This was quite possiably Johnny Storm's lowest moment.
The thoughs push out of Storm's head. His mind resting upon what he knows now that he must do. There was no doubt that someone would pay for this outrage. Someone would pay for this travesty. There was a matter of debt now. Johnny Storm owed several people a great deal of debt, and wasn't quite sure what he was going to do to repay them. But by all means one thing was for sure. Johnny Storm always pays off a debt, and Anton Rayge, Steven Fury, and "The Shadow" Shane Stevens deffinently had their pay back coming.
The sound of the door creaking open catches Johnny Storm's thoughts, and he lolls his head over in that direction. A Uphetic smile crosses his lips, although it hurts like hell to do so. Johnny Blaze, patched up head and all steps through the door....followed by Grimes, Viscous , and Bock. Storm nods for the men to take a seat where they could get one...and he shifts in the bed..grimacing as the burn on his chest screams out in pain. The thin hospital gown that he wore was not helping his comfort all that much, and the bracelet issued to him upon his time of registration was growing more annoying. None of the men seem to want to speak what is on their minds as they watch the Gladiator Champion's expressions. This all while just trying to make it into a upright position. What had these men done to one of the most deadly men in this sport, and how in the hell would he ever be ready for the challenge that all of them knew was coming. All of them except for Storm himself.
Sebastian finally steps forward, and sits down on the bed next to Johnny Storm's broken body. Storm catches his worried eyes, and allows the smile to rest now...a frown replacing it. Was it possiable...after one attack...the faith of these men were not as much as expected originally. Storm can't believe it. Their faces of warmth & compassion. Wishing this had never happened...as if they had expected something else. Storm opens his mouth to say something, but before he can...Sebastian Bock cuts him off.::
Sebastian Bock: How are you feeling Johnny?
Johnny Storm: (in a sarcastic tone)Well Sebastian....I feel like I had my nose broke, and something burned into my chest...
Sebastian Bock: I'm sure. So how are they treating you here? First class as always?
Johnny Storm: Yeah Bock...you know how it works. I take a first class ass whipping, and then get first class medical attention only to go back to a first class jet, that takes me to the next first class hotel, where I wait so I can get some first class revenge! Make no mistake gentlemen....that is on the agenda for next Insurrection!
::The worried expressions immediately turn to attentive ones. Now this was the Johnny Storm they knew, and although his weakened appearance played tricks on their minds......they knew that deep down inside..he was strong as ever. Grimes checks the door to see if anyone was coming, and Viscous sits down in a chair close to Johnny Storm's side. Blaze leans against the far wall..his own pain now apparant as he reaches up to adjust his bandage. Bock remains seated on the bed..as Storm looks over his troops.::
Johnny Storm: First off...this isn't going to just be blown over. Anton Rayge thinks that I am going to allow him to come back in here and fuck around with Johnny Storm, then he's got another thing coming. Second off, Steven Fury has over stepped his bounds. It's one thing to electrocute...it's another to beat someone senseless, but when you put a permanent mark on someone....it is elevated from mere buisness, to personal. The one thing that son of a bitch wanted to do was get personal. But if that's the way he wants it...that's exactly what he's going to get. Bottom line...Judgement Day for these cock suckers are around the bend...and i'm going to make sure to collect on their payments!
::The men nod in agreement, as Viscous now looks to Storm with a face full of concern.::
Johnny Viscous: What about Chris Cane. They have me set up in a match with him, and that's cool with me....but look what he did last week. He's an ass hole, and more than likely....will have help this week to try and screw me over.
Johnny Storm: Don't worry...we're going to keep an eye out for these bastards this week. NO one.....and I mean NO ONE is going to steel our thunder anymore. They wanted to try and surpass us with violence....well they don't know what violence is!
Jakob Grimes: That takes care of a few of the names...but what about Bad Influence? They haven't attacked yet, but they sure did flap those gums the other night. What should we do about them?
Johnny Storm: They aren't a very big threat. It's not like they can resist us for to much longer. I say we sit tight, and deal with who we have to for right now. There's plenty of time to deal with the cannon fodder once you've dealt with the main guns. Which gentlemen....the main guns of the GWA are standing in this room.
::The four men ring out with commotion amongst themselves, as Storm soaks in the conversations. He takes a plastic cup of water, and sips on it gently...allowing the cool liqued to calm his throat. He then sets the cup back down onto a tray table at his side...and he looks up to Bock who is spewing on & on about how Fury must pay. It dawned on Storm at that moment, that Fury wouldn't give him the night off anymore. Johnny Storm, in his current condition, was going to have to face off with someone. But who? Storm reaches up, and tugs at the sleeve of Sebastian Bock's $300 shirt. Bock turns to him with his full attention.::
Sebastian Bock: Can I get you anything Johnny?
Johnny Storm: Yeah....you can tell me who it is that I'm facing this week?
::The four other men suddenly grow silent. Storm's words echoing off the walls of the hospital room. Sebastian Bock rubs the back of his neck, and then looks back to Storm who is now very interested as in who he is facing.::
Sebastian Bock: Carpenter, Johnny. Chris Carpenter. You have to go up against him for the Gladiator Title.
::Storm's eyes flare up, but then relax.....not wanting to allow the others to see the rage that they subdued for the 'Canadian Icon'. One word could come to mind when summarizing up whatever needed to be summed up.::
Johnny Storm: Perfect!
AUGUST 27th, 2001
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
WALDORF ASTORIA HOTEL
PENTHOUSE SUITE: 1:00 p.m.
::Storm ignores the pain as he pulls his soft, silk robe around his tattered form. He had been beaten. Not in the ring, but in the back. Beaten by a man that didn't even matter. A mark...a moron....a first class jack ass. Several months ago this same man faced off with Johnny Storm for the Maximus Title. This same man came up short a victory. it's a known fact that history repeats itself.....So why was it that this little upstart felt the need to stick his nose where he knew it didn't belong. It was deffinently going to happen this time for Anton Rayge. History would repeat itself. Eventually the two men would face off against each other, and the Gladiator Title wasn't even the deciding factor as to why. It was the clear cut point that Anton did not belong, and Johnny Storm did. Anton Rayge has always had a jealous streak in him. He didn't like Ryosuke Mitsurugi cause he was boning Anton's old flame Kitara. Anton didn't like Johnny Storm cause he could whip his ass on more than one occasion. Yet he begged & pleaded for both of these men to be in his Brotherhood because of the simple fact that he couldn't cut it as a GWA Superstar by himself. He had always been dependant on someone else for any success he had ever known. His Brother...His cousin....His stable mates.....Johnny Storm.....and now Shane Stevens. The Shadow. An obvious mark of Steven Fury's past work. The bottom line is it was easy for all of these men to believe that they were someone or something big, because they didn't have to deal with it by themselves. Johnny Storm made himself a name in this buisness. He made himself a person that no one would ever forget, and that everyone would love to hate. Anton Rayge had done nothing but find someone to ride the coat tails to where he is today. Which is still no where. Every manuever he had administered last week had been done by Johnny Storm at one point or another, just proving even further that he was nothing but a slap happy fan who didn't belong in this buisness. It reminded him a lot of the FWF.
The door bell rings, and Johnny Storm's thoughts are broken. Anton Rayge would get his soon enough, but for now....he had to focus on Chris Carpenter. Another person who loved to milk the name "Johnny Storm" for all it was worth. Storm starts over to the door, and opens it swiftly...allowing Ross Bobby to stumble forward just as he was about to press the button once again. Storm looks to him with the same disgust he has for a solid year, and allows the smaller man to enter. Ross started in, and before anything could be said...not even a 'hello'....he had his things set up, and ready for work. The two men hated each other, but even Ross Bobby knew where to go to butter his bread. Johnny Storm was the guy who drew in millions of viewers, and grossed Billions of dollars. Without him.....The GWA would not exist.::
Ross Bobby: Hello Fans....Ross Bobby here with the Gladiator Champion, "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm! Well Johnny....after a brutal beating at the hands of Anton Rayge, you were given a message by Steven Fury & The Shadow...(chuckles a little) and I'll tell you.....it didn't seem like it was well recieved! Can you tell us a little on how you feel about that?
Johnny Storm: It never ceases to amaze me Ross. You continue to get paid, and you continue to ask the most assanine questions I have ever heard. You want to know how I feel about all of that? Well fine....it's like this. Johnny Storm is the Gladiator Champion, and that championship is kind of like having a fortress erected around you. That fortress has a front door with a bullseye on it. Outside the front door, there are vipers waiting for just the right time to strike at your feet, while flames are being shot through near by windows. It never stops, and it will never let up. And that's exactly why I am the man for the job cause Ross.....NEITHER WILL I! I will never stop going, because that's the way it's been ordained. I am the Gladiator Champion by choice, not because it was handed to me. I went after it cause I wanted it, and the only time I'll ever drop this title is because I want to. There is not a man in this federation that can take a god damn thing away from me.....especially this title. Steven Fury seems to be confused, because he probably thinks that this is over. He states through his henchman that this is just buisness....well my 'Poor Bastard'....this is beyond buisness. This is personal. Your little message was heard loud and clear Steven....cause quite frankly you haven't done anything that I wouldn't have. Every encounter in that ring is personal. Men come in to take something away from you, and you don't want to give it to them. The Revolutionary War was fought over an occurance such as this. As will be the war that you and I put on...cause I don't care who you are...you can only get away with so much untill it's over. The messanger doesn't mean anything to me....it's the man behind the message that concerns me. Steven...your days are numbered. You won't quit the GWA, you'll be forced the F*ck out!
As for Anton Rayge...nothing needs to be said. He's an unoriginal hack. He hasn't done anything that I or Chris Damm haven't already done. IT makes me f*cking laugh when I review that tape, and he compares himself to Chris Damm. Now that....That is a f*cking joke. Let me tell you something Anton....CHRIS DAMM WAS A FUCKING MONSTER!! Chris Damm was a fucking ICON! Chris Damm was a fucking GOD! But you know what.....SO IS JOHNNY STORM!! No one could stand up to him the way Johnny Storm did, because Johnny Storm wasn't supposed to be at that level. He was supposed to be following in Chris Damm's shadows forever. WELL LOOK WHO'S ON TOP! Chris Damm defected a long time ago, and left this buisness in shambles! Johnny Storm is the one who stepped in and took the reigns. This is the Federation That Fantastic built, and come Wendsday I am going to teach you the meaning of what being a GWA Main Event is all about. Chris Damm & I are on a completely other planet from you when it comes to wrestling talent! Chris Damm & Johnny Storm shouldn't even be used by you in a f*cking sentence Anton.....and you know what....I might just make sure that it doesn't happen any more! Keep trying to play in the big boy's yard, and you will end up just like all the rest.....
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!!
Now Ross...why Don't you bore us some more with another question. No...let me guess. You want me to tell you how I feel about Chris Carpenter right? Gladiator Title Match? Isn't that what you were going to say Ross? Why don't you just save yourself the trouble, and let me send the freakin' interviews in myself. My question & answers actually have some relevance. The truth is, it doesn't matter how I feel about Chris Carpenter. All that matters is that I am going to do what I do best, and that's whip another wrestlers ass! The fact that I feel that Chris Carpenter is unworthy of a Gladiator Title shot is not going to change the fact that I am going to beat his ass. The fact taht I think Chris Carpenter is a complete moron, and needs a new cast for his shotty interview set up's is not going to change the fact that I am going to beat his ass! The fact that I think Chris Carpenter may be a little on the funny side, and I'm not talking funny haha neither, does not change the fact that I am going to be his ass.
Chris Carpenter was a joke from the very begining of his arrival here in the GWA. He came in acting as if he was going to be a superstar, so I beat his ass to take that notion out of his head. The second time we had an encounter, we were in the ring....and Steven Fury tried to convince us all that he had a back bone...so he tried to screw me. I still advanced into the Adrenaline Eruption match however, and Chris Damm & I put on one hell of a show for all the GWA fans. That's something that Chris Carpenter would know nothing about. Putting on a great show for the fans. He's out in that ring every week for a pay check. I'm out there every week to prove to everyone that I am the true athelete I percieve myself to be! I know who I am Chris......do you? I am the Gladiator Champion. I am the former undefeated Olympic & Maximus Champion. I am the former Legion Tag Team Champion. I am the most influential man here in the GWA, even past Steven Fury who does nothing but sit on his ass with the human pop tart, Mary Jane Francis.
Now it may seem to some that I have been repeating myself in these last couple of interviews....but that's because you all don't seem to hear me the first time, so I'm forced to repeat myself. Talking to a GWA audience, or employee for that matter, is like being a judge in a talent show for the Special Olympics. It doesn't do a damn thing untill I've drilled it into your heads 100's of times. I'm even sick of hearing me spout this out. But if that's what it takes, never let it be said that the Gladiator Champion is an uncaring person....cause I am determined to get you to understand this. Even if that means I have to beat it into everyone of your sick & deluded asses! God Damn...I am so sick & tired of the same old bullshit here in the GWA. At least....give my title shots some meaning. At least book me against someone who may have a chance. An opponent that can actually come to the ring without having to piss themselves cause they are facing Johnny Storm! You know...if you guys aren't going to do it...then I think theres only one thing left for me to do. I'm going to have to step up to the plate, and give myself a freakin' opponent! I'm going to have to start booking my own damn matches. Starting This Wendsday...I have a few things to say for our next PPV! Now Ross....Get the hell out of here. Your worse than Chris Carpenter. Nothing but a God Damn Nuesance!
::Ross Bobby Hurridely rushes around to get his things gathered. He hated Johnny Storm, especially at the end of an interview where he was steamed about being screwed by the GWA staff. Chris Carpenter was sure to get his ass beat just off of sheer anger by the Gladiator Champion. Ross finally has his things gathered, and he quickly finds his way out of the apartment. Storm looks down to see a camera cable left by Ross Bobby. Storm knew that he would be back if he didn't take the damn thing to him....so he scoops it up into his hand, and takes off towards the door. Just as Storm reaches for the door knob, the bell rings once more. Storm automatically assumes that it is Ross Bobby returning for the cable..but when he opens the door....he finds "Ice Cold" Stephanie Connor instead. Storm smiles slightly, taking a step back so as to open the door way up for Connor to step through. She had helped him last week on Insurrection...or tried to at least. The thing that ate away at the fans of the GWA was the fact that Storm & Connor knew why, and they did not. The two were supposed to hate each other. Why would they now show an interest in each other? That was the question plagueing the GWA.....but more importantly....the GWA fans. The people who paid the salaries of the GWA superstars. Storm takes his mind off of his thoughts, and bring them back to the here and now...where Stephanie Connor has yet to take a step forward.::
Johnny Storm: Care to come in?
::Stephanie allows a smile that causes Storm to contemplate whether she's happy, or being polite. Was it possiable for someone nick named "Ice Cold" to be happy? Stephanie steps through the door, and makes her way inside. Storm closes the door behind her, and steps into the sitting room where she is now draped across the couch. Her beautiful frame shown off very well through her attire for the evening. Johnny Storm smiles softly, as he slowly approaches her.::