Post by Press1269 on Feb 7, 2016 4:45:21 GMT
The fans watch on their television screens through the eye of the SWA camera as it rushes over to the side of Mike Pacifa, who right at this moment is being rushed to a hospital, held down by straps, although he couldn't move if he wanted too. His unconscious body covers the stretcher whole, and the fans continue to cheer up to a now victorious Julius Stryker. The undisputed CEO is seen reveling in the cheers, and Pacifa's body is taken to the ambulance. The fans continue to either puke, or cheer for their heroes, their fantasies, their own dreams given life through the entertainment of watching the SWA's stellar performances.
The camera watches on as the lights gather around the building, and floods of fans begin out to the parking lot, and bickering on who should have, or did win their matches. Childeren gleefully pull on the arms of their Jacob Stryker and Adrian Penance action figures, droping Penance to the ground, to re-inact the destructive violence that they saw tonight. The camera angle changes from one right in the fans, to one a few feet away, across the street from the Renaissance Center in Detroit MI.
The view catches the shoulder of a passer by, standing outside of a silver stretch limo. The figure watches on as if in a trance, and places his hands up on the roof of the limo. The camera watches on closely, as he turns and reveals himself to be "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. He smiles sarcasticlly, and then looks back to the sea of humanity that has gathered in homage to the SWA leader. He takes in a breath of the cold air, and lets it out as steam passes out his lips. He turns to the camera, and leans against the roof with his back this time, turning it on the Renaissance Center. He smiles again, and then looks at his watch. He opens his mouth as if about to speak...
Mr. Fantastic: Well, Power Trip as I said was a success. Detroit came out in masses, and shelled out thousands of their hard earned dollars to get the entertainment that fuels america. Violence and destruction was not held back, as we saw Adrian Penance and Jacob Stryker fight it out in a very dangerous, and exciting match. We saw Mike Pacifa and Julius Stryker attack each other with a ferocity that only two animals could know. At times it was thought that Mike Pacifa had the match won, but as any superstar, he allowed the fans to enter his mind, and instead of playing out his hand, he turned to reveal the plan. He showboated. Of all things to do, of all reasons to lose....you must think that he's feeling like shit about now...of coarse falling a good 84 stories can't make you feel any better either. Alas Pacifa is broken in half, literally, and Penance lost his only and last shot at the Survivor Title. It truly is a sad day for AAA. They had everything to gain, and everything to lose.
*smiles sarcastically*
Storm: And
*holds hands out in front of him in a fist, and then opens them quickly..*
Storm: Poof...It's all gone. The Survivor title shot, the ownership of the company. Everything. All the things you fought for, all the things you wanted, all the things that you will never have, get, or relinquish. *chuckles a bit*..well..I have done this myself. You see in my hands I have this contract. It was meant for whoever was the CEO at the time, and I guess that will be Julius Stryker.
*looks over his shoulder to the Renaissance Center(near the roof), takes in a sarcastic smile, then looks back to the camera*
Storm: Yes Julius, I congratulate you on your victory, and what a hard fought one it was. You are the undisputed CEO, the owner, the everything. The complete and utter top of the barrel. No one else has the control that you do, and no one else's signature will do here on this contract. I want it signed, and I said that I would fight Snatchman to do it. Which I am, and I will. I stated this easily enough. Me and Snatchman, one on one, in the ring. Two men enter, one man leaves the victor. No Reina Saiaki, or Terry Kenshin. Just me and Snatchman. That is the way it should be, and the way it will be.
Storm: Snatchman, you are of a impressive size advantage over me. I admit that you are a huge man, and there is not much I can do to match power to power with you, BUT...all men have weakness..and no matter what you wish, want, or think...you are still a man. This persona, this gimmic, is just your own weakness to hid yourself. Johnathan McLannem is your real name, and I know alot more than that.
*sarcastically smiles, but has a wide eyed craziness in his eyes as he stares a hole through the camera*
Storm: You are a mammoth of a man, and you scare me not. You will bend, as all bones must. I will walk down that aile, step into the ring, beat you within an inch of your life, and then slap on the Fantastic Figure Four and listen as you scream for the mercy that I will never give you. You my friend are a farse. Someone who wishes he could be this thing, this monster, when in reality your human side shows through all to much. Snatchman, truely you can see now that this is not a game. Your antics and unsportsman like conduct, along with the rest of the Stryker service will not be forgotten, and above all else, will not go unpaid. However I am a man of my word. I said that either I win, and I get the contract that I want. You win, and I leave this federation for good. That simple. I'm laying it all on the line right now.
Storm: Lets face it, any of these feds would want me to join them, but is the SWA prepared for me to leave. Just like that in a flash. I don't know why you would.
*smiles and stands up straight*
Storm: Without Pacifa and Penance, Who ya gonna hate?
*looks back to the camera*
Storm: Snatchman, your sins will not go unpunished, and I will get revenge for your unbelievable abuse a week ago. Warfare begins the Fantastic awakening, and when your legs have snapped in under the pressure, and your mom has to heal you back up, you will see how easily you are reverted back to nothing more than a mere man. The Survivor championship was defended well tonight, but when I face you Jacob, no amount of size will stop me from reminding you of your place in this whole fathom of wrestlers. For you are'nt really all that good, and you sure as hell aren't Fantastic. Cause there's only one of those type of guys in the SWA, and that's me. Why you may ask?
*looks his body up and down then looks back to the camera...*
Storm: Cause I got the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and I will have that Survivor Championship around my Fantastic waist. I think first and foremost though, I'll kick the shit out of Snatchman and teach him a little thing about respect. Be prepared to be Fantastically Eliminated.
Storm smiles, and turns back to the Renaissance Center, which has died down a little bit now. Fewer fans stand out in the cold and cheer for Julius, who has already retired to the locker rooms. The fans finally become normal again, and the electricity has somewhat left the air. But Johnny knows, as soon as this interview is released on Television on a SWA recap show, that the electricity will come back to the fans. The man they love to hate knows all to well, about electrifying the fans, when he doesn't even want to. Storm pulls himself into the limo, and it slowly pulls off going west towards the main freeway, that leads to Highway 10 out of the Detroit area, and back towards the southern region of MI. The scene fades to black as the camera is turned off.