Post by Press1269 on Feb 2, 2016 3:20:31 GMT
(RIGHT AFTER WARFARE)
The SWA cameraman pans the parking lot of what appears to be a grande hotel of some kind. The location is un known, but so is the name of the hotel. The fact is it is a large one, and seems to be quite luxurious. The camera searches around the parking lot, but no one is in sight. All of a sudden a limo screeches up the ramp, and swings up to the door that leads into the back way of the hotel. The cameraman maneuvers out of the way, and the vision gets blurry on the Television screen, as the limo screeches to a stop almost hitting him.
The back door swings open, and "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm steps out of the back with a triumphant smile on his face. He starts towards the door, but then sees that there is a cameraman waiting. He smiles sarcastically, and then waves him on to follow him. He walks through the back entrance, and comes to a large elevator that is seen from the doorway. He pushes the button that signals that he wants to go up...and the elevator doors soon open, and a bell hop welcomes the Two men into the confined space.
The bell hop pushes a button that leads to the penthouse level, as Johnny Storm leans against the hard wood finish of the elevators interior. The elevator finally reaches the top, and the doors open to a small entrance way, and a pair of large double doors. He steps out as does the cameraman, and the door opens automatically as he walks into a huge Greeting room. There is a leather set of furniture, couch, and two chairs, around a table...along with several expensive looking artifacts from countries that Storm had been to. In one corner there is a glass case, full of trophies, and belts from various federations that he had been in.
He walks over to the case, and pulls out the TCWF World Heavy Weight Title...smiles in remembrance, and then places it back on the shelf. He then pulls out an EFCW World Heavy Weight Title, along with the WFCW World Title. He sets them back on the shelf not touching the tag team and IC titles that he had held before. He then closes the glass door to the case, and walks back over to a chair at the end of this massive room that appears to be a golden throne. He takes up a cane that has a diamond stud on the end of it, and a golden tip at the bottom. He sits down and looks to the cameraman who continues to view the room through his camera.
Mr. Fantastic: So did Julius send you over here to find out what the hell is going on, or did you come to get information for yourself. It's a known fact when a cameraman or interviewer gets a bit of information from me then they go places in their journalism career.(Johnny Smiles as the man looks at him in question)
Cameraman: I did what I was told to sir...I was asked to come and get an interview from you....if you don't mind that is. Just a few words...?
Mr. Fantastic: Just a few words huh? (smiles again sarcastically) Well first off I need to get something off my chest. Chris Damm, let me be the first to welcome you back to the SWA..I don't know you that well, but it appears that we have a lot in common. First off we both want that Survivor Championship, Second..we are both gunning for Jacob Stryker. So it is truly up to you my friend, do you want the Most Fantastic Wrestler in this franchise pitted against you, or put beside you. Your choice should be clear, but if it is not, let me make it clearer. You can either help me eliminate the Stryker Service, and beat the hell out of Jacob and Julius, or I can turn my attention on you, and then take care of the Strykers. They are nothing to me, and truly neither are you...but in this world you must have alliances, if not anything else. Call them what you want, but they are a chance for us to team together, eliminate the problem, and then turn our attention to what we want. The Survivor Championship.
If that means that we have to turn our attention to each other so be it. As long as a Stryker doesn't hold the belt. Jacob, you felt the end of that shovel sting across your head, I'm just wondering how you feel?..Do you have any indication of what I am capable of? I don't think you do, cause you still sit in silence, and have yet to address me. As I said, I am more than you and your pathetic brother have seen. Juius you are nothing but the CEO. I don't have any use for you, and I'll do what ever the hell I want to do with my time here in the SWA..and that includes taking you and Jacob to new levels of pain.
This is my new stomping grounds, and now the SWA must be prepared to be stomped. Your competition lacks the talent to take me on, and you Julius are a no one in my world. Cause lets face it, your alright, but your not Fantastic...and sometimes in this business that's all you need. Jacob you have the belt, Julius you own the company. I'll have both before it's over with, and you will beg me to keep your jobs. The time has come for me to stop waiting in the wings, and to kick your asses. I understand what your going to say, but it won't work. I've heard it all to many times.
You have to build yourself up in a new federation. You can't just get a title shot. Well boys, I'm going to tell you what I'm saying...I can do what ever the hell I want too, and there's nothing either of you can do about it. The rest of the SWA had best stay out of my way, unless they want to be Fantasticlly Eliminated. I deserve this Strykers. I deserve it. I've been the champ before, and I'm ready to win one more time. Cause I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and I will soon have that survivor championship around my Fantastic waist. Be prepared to be Fantasticlly Eliminated Stryker. Oh and Chris, think about my offer.
Mr. Fantastic sits back and looks at the camera with a sarcastic smile. He waves the cameraman off, and he gets up and leaves quickly. He exits through the double doors at the end. As he heads out the door he hears Storm talking to someone on the phone.
Mr. Fantastic: Hello my friend. Do you have the news (silence) Good, good...that's all I needed to know. NO!! Don't you dare think you can do that. I'll let you in when you are needed here. Good. I'll be talking with you later. (the phone is hung up, and there is some laughter heard) Morons!
There is silence again, and the cameraman steps on out the door, and down the stairs. He takes his camera and hails a cab outside the hotel, and one stops as he looks up to the thirty two story building, and swears he is being watched. He enters the vehicle and it speeds off to stay up with the flow of traffic.