Post by Press1269 on Feb 7, 2016 4:44:01 GMT
A cameraman watches from outside the sight for Power Trip, Detroit MI, where the SWA will be putting on a stellar performance no doubt. The camera goes from the arena, to a few of the sights around the area, such as a few restaurants, hotels, and of coarse the night life that goes along with any big city. Hookers walk the night, as do felons and robbers, who are all hell bent on making an easy buck. A few homeless hobo's wander the back ally ways, gathered around barrels that have been set ablaze. Men and Women alike gather around for warmth, and pull over their blankets they got at a local soup kitchen.
As the night life progresses, it's about 2:OOa.m., in a town that truely never sleeps. Large town rarely do. A limo is seen pulling up, the camera speculating to who has shown up early for Power Trip, perhaps a member or members of the infamous AAA, or maybe even the Stryker Service. The headlights on the limo remain on, as a man steps out of the drivers side, and walks over to the back Limo Door.
He pulls it open, and steps back as the Cameraman zooms in on the person stepping out. To the cameraman's surprise "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm steps out. His face still bruised and battered, he steps out and takes in a deep breath of cold Detroit air. He makes a discrumpled face as the cold air nipps at his bruises, and he looks about the area. He notices the Hobo's who are now watching with wonder, and he then looks to the street walkers that wave, and one of the females even flash him.
He raises his eyebrows and then looks back over to a few rough looking men who are sitting against their bikes, that appear to be apart of the Hell's Angels. Johnny turns and looks away from them all, and back to the camera. He smiles and walks over to the cameraman, and pulls out a few large bills from his shirt pocket. He stuffs the money in the cameraman's pocket, and then takes a step back, and scootches up on the limo's hood. He sits there, smiles Sarcasticly, and then looks about himself once more..once content with the view, he looks back to the cameraman...
Mr. Fantastic: I thank you for showing up bob..it was really nice of you...really. I mean, this is your day off you could be spending at home with your wife, but now your up here in Detroit MI, where the scum off of the scum live. The worst people in the world. Unfortunately this is where Power Trip is being held, and now I'm stuck here till it's over, and why you may ask, am I on the card..no, I don't want to be.
Bob: Well Mr. Fantastic, you did offer me $5,000 just to come and shoot this piece for you. My kids would understand.
Mr. Fantastic: Sure they would Bob, your kids would understand. I'm sure your wife would also understand you purchasing one of those fine mannered hookers over there, but who needs to talk about that...*Bob's face drops in disbelief, and Mr. Fantastic smiles sarcastically...Bob pulls out the $5,000 dollars shoved into his pocket, and hands it back over to Mr. Fantastic* Thank you very much Bob, I'm glad that we understand one another. Now, where was I, ah yes...Power Trip..the SWA's PPV for the month of March, I'm still sitting in awe as to who the people thought they were on Warfare when that heinous attack on me took place. It was completely not fair, as the Stryker Service decided to batter this beautiful face of mine. Obviously they were jealous of someone's fame, wealth, and power in the business since. I've made my peace with it though.
Storm: Now, I must take revenge. Revenge. That word flows from my tongue so sweetly. I care not what you people are thinking, cause quite frankly you people don't matter. You fans as you were are nothing..Look at this place...*he looks about himself again* Truly, at night is when the vermin come out. It's amazing to me that tomorrow on this very spot, this arena will be lit up, people will be crowded in, and this parking lot filled to the brim with all sorts of different cars. The hobo's, the hookers, the bikers, they will all be gone. All of them, as children and their parents flock in to see the last great American boy scouts...Julius and Jacob Stryker fight for their positions. Jacob for the Survivor Championship, which will be mine soon enough. Julius for his CEO position, which will be mine soon enough..*smirks*
Storm: The Stryker Service, this truly puzzles me. A service of what? The most boring and unintelligent pieces of Spam Sucking Trailer Park trashes ever assembled in one group. *looks over to the hookers*...I'm trying to pick which one Reina Saiaki is, I know she's over there somewhere. She obviously takes pleasure in taking money to get on her knees before The Strykers. Not to mention receiving money, for showing her ass on National Television. The thing is, I still have yet seen why they pay her so much for it. If they wanted a cheep whore to pay big bucks, then why didn't they pick some of those woman up.....ahh yes..they did. That's Reina's background. You can deny your past dear, but we both know the truth.
*smiles at the camera and sits back against the glass of the windshield*
Storm: My prediction for Power Trip is an easy one. It will be a great show, full of surprises. I'm fortunately just here for the show, but don't you kids worry, I'll be here soon enough in the ring. Hopefully on Warfare even, to show you the true meaning of the word Fantastic. Stryker Service is truly an amazing group of athletes, but lets face it..they aren't Fantastic. There's only one man in the SWA that can claim that and that's me. Cause I have the most Fantastic body, The most Fantastic face, and soon enough I will have the SWA's most Fantastic gold, around my Fantastic waist. Snatchman, whenever those goofs in the office see my offer about the contract that I still hold right here, I figure me and you will be wrestling each other. And as I hear your limbs shackling under the Fantastic Figure Four, you will know then, that your mistake has been repaid in full. Be prepaired to be Fantasticlly Eliminated.
Mr. Fantastic drops down off the hood and walks over to Bob the cameraman and whispers something, he pats him on the back, as Bob looks hatefully at Mr. Fantastic. Storm then enters the back of the limo once again, and the scene fades as Bob packs up his equipment, and sets it in the trunk of his station wagon. The limo speeds off, and soon enough so does Bob.