Post by Press1269 on Feb 7, 2016 4:46:00 GMT
The opening scene breaks off outside of Planet Hollywood in Los Angeles, California. Masses of people line up outside, as stars begin to role in. Madonna makes an appearance, and she smiles and greets several of the cheering fans. She walks along the red carpet that leads to the front entrance. Then one of the co owners of the chain of restaurants arrives in his own personal limo. Arnold Swartzneiger steps onto the long stretch way, where the fans scream and hold out their hands hoping to catch a feel of his arms, or his shirt, or his pants. Anything that may be worth some value.
He walks into the front doors with a smile that makes money signs ring up in his mind. The crowd is livid now, awaiting the chance to break in line, and await their turn to get into the star studded eatery. But as they all flutter around the barriers that keep them just out of arms reach, one last limo pulls up to the aisle way. The door opens, and out steps Britney Spears, who receives the loudest pop in the history of the club. But as soon as the cameras start flashing, she steps out of the way of the limo's door, and out steps "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. The crowd goes quiet in shock, as Britney takes his arm in hers, and the begin their walk.
He whispers something in her ear, and she giggles, and in the silence of the crowd, a snap shot of a photo is heard being taken. All of a sudden the crowd once again breaks off in a frenzy, the silence that was is no more, as the snap shots continue, and they reach to touch both superstars in their respected businesses. The two people reach the revolving door, and they both wave, as they enter Britney first, followed by Johnny. They walk inside, to even the surprise of the other stars, who watch on as they take a seat over near a section dedicated to SWA wrestlers.
A picture of Julius Stryker standing at the end of one of his numerous matches, a picture showing Mike Pacifa with a microphone screaming at someone, It shows Shotgunn and the Moonlight Knight standing in the back laughing about something, along with many other photo's of SWA's greatest moments. Johnny reviews these, as Britney smiles and reviews Johnny's expressions towards some of the faces. She muses to herself as one of the Planet Hollywood Waitresses steps over to their table.
Waitress: Hello Britney..Oh my God...Like...your music inspires me so much..like I love it...like your so cool...Like will you sign this for me?
The waitress holds out a note pad to which Britney smiles, and being the sweet girl she really is, takes it in her hands and signs the inside of it. She smiles once again a girlish grin, and the waitress then turns to Johnny Storm..
Waitress: and look who your with..oh my god..oh my god...I just can't believe this...your like so cute...and like so built...and so...*sighs with a puppy love look to Johnny who smiles, as Britney winks at him from across the table, and holds her hand over her mouth to hide her snickers.*
Mr. Fantastic: Well thank you my dear, and you are quite lovely as well.
Waitress: WOW....Johnny Storm said that I was lovely...*sighs again..* WOW....umm...oh um..like..*she giggles and blushes*..umm...well I notice that your new to the SWA, even though I've known you for years...or of you..with your time in other feds. My boyfriend loves wrestling, so I watch it. Ummm..and I want to know if you could please..like um.. sign this for him.
The waitress holds out the same note pad to Johnny, who looks at it, and then smiles taking it and signing his name with a pen he had in his pocket. He smiles and then sets the pen that is probably more expensive than the waitresses wardrobe back in his shirt pocket. He smiles up at her, and she examines the two signatures with great care, then looks back to them, giggles, and then sets the note pad carefully in her apron.
Waitress: Now..um..oh yes, I was asked by the house owners to tell you thank you for coming, and we also wanted to commemorate the event by taking something, perhaps a picture, or an article of clothing to keep here in the store, and put up on the walls in display. Do you have anything in particular to be remembered for or to go up?
Britney smiles, and she pulls out a signed picture of herself, and hands the image over to the waitress who examines it with interest, and then looks at Britney with a huge smile.
Waitress: You are like...So cool!!!
Johnny also pulls something out of no where, an image captured from the SWA that has been framed. He hands the picture frame over to the waitress who picks it up and then she smiles.
Waitress: Hey...I remember this. Ha..we'll put this one up right now, and I'll go over here and put yours up Britney. WOW...my boyfriend won't even believe me.
She giggles and walks over to a step ladder, pulls it off the wall, sets it up behind Johnny at the SWA section, and she climbs up on to it. She puts the image in the Frame up on the wall, and Britney watches on in interest to see what the picture is of. The waitress steps down off of the ladder, and then looks up to make sure it's straight, she then walks off, and before leaving say's enjoy your stay at Planet Hollywood, your waiter will be with you in a moment. She walks over to another wall made of musical talents, and attempts to put Britney's image up. Britney now stands, and steps over to where Johnny is looking up at the image.
Britney: What is that Johnny, who is that your beating over the head with a shovel.
Mr. Fantastic: Oh..that...*snickers*....well that's Jacob Stryker, the Survivor Champion right now.
Britney chuckles, and then sits back down.
Britney: Just like you Johnny, this is really all an attempt to get another chump to hate you huh?..never just about us...if there is an us.
Mr. Fantastic: Well that's not my decision dear, I told you..that I'm..*Johnny stops in mid sentence and looks towards the door..* Awwww Shit!!
Britney: What? What's going on? *she looks behind herself to see Nate Woodward, a reporter for the SWA*..Damn it..we can't go anywhere without one of your blood hounds hunting us down..
Mr. Fantastic: Well it sure as hell isn't our fault. I'll just go and head him off before he see's us, no one else needs to know about us.
Britney: What's that supposed to mean? You don't want people to know about us? Huh? Is that what your saying?
Mr. Fantastic: *while he is getting up he lets this slip in under his breath* Christ....
Johnny Storm walks swiftly over to Nate who notices him coming towards him. Johnny grabs him by the arm stifly and pulls him off to the side, and the SWA camera man follows.
Mr. Fantastic: What the hell are you doing here? I'm on an important ...um..err.....Business Arrangement.
Nate: Well..the head office sent me to get a few words with you about Snatchman. He had some very disparaging words to say against you.
Mr. Fantastic: *smiles grimly, and then looks over into the corner where Britney stirs her coke with her straw, and then he looks back to Nate..* FINE! But make it quick....
Nate: Well, Snatchman has said that you have underestimated him, and that will be his tool against you. He is going to give you more pain than you can ever know. How do you feel about his very obvious vendetta against you?
Mr. Fantastic: How do I feel? What the hell are you talking about you idiot? How the hell do you think I feel? I have yet to underestimate anyone, if nothing else I have been underestimated. You think about that Snatchman. You are the one hiding from yourself. Johnathon McLannem! I'm still in awe of whether you are doing this insanity for a gimmick, or do you honestly believe it. You are not insane, you know what you do. You know everything. Your intelligence was never questioned, and your size ability never even thrown away in the grand scheme. You simply are a shell of a once former man. You believe in your mind that you are someone that is of the dark side, someone to be feared. Well my dear boy, I fear you not.
Storm: If anyone has been underestimated it's me. You think because you are a large man, I have no chance. And as soon as you think that, you have subjected yourself to the worse kind of defeat. You must remember, I am fighting for my career, you are fighting merely for your dignity. I will cheat, I will win at all costs. I have the desire, and I will not allow you or anyone in this god forsaken place to take it away from me. YOU are not misunderstood, you are trying to confuse the fact that you are one dimensional. You are huge, and you use the same maneuvers over and over. And even when you switch them up it's already to late. You are not one dimensional in your usage of your power, and wrestling skill. You are One Dimensional in the fact that you use this same ploy of the mad man to get in under your opponents skin. Well I am not effected by the rantings of a mad man. If I can not beat you, then there is no reason for me to stay.
Storm: I will have you in under the spell, and you will follow through with your own personal destruction. The Stryker Service will be unraveled, and I will be at the end of the yarn pulling the frayed ends of your sanity. Truly you are a piece of work to believe that you have me in under your crimson gaze. For the reason they are crimson, is because I'm that big red freight train barreling down on you. When you see me enter the arena, walk down the aile, slap on the Fantastic Figure Four, and listen to your own bones snap in under the pressure of the last actual wrestling submission to actually inflict pain..and you scream for mercy, you will find none in me. I will be relentless, and we will see how F*%KING crazy you really are. So come to me Madman, cause I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and I will have that Survivor Championship around my Fantastic waist. Be prepared to be Fantastically Eliminated. Now Nate, would you please get the hell out of here. I'm really not in the mood to talk to you, and I need some personal time.
Nate: Ok..Ok..I'm just doing my job..Jeez!
Nate Woodward and his cameraman pack up their stuff, and begin to make their exit. Out of the corner of Nate's eye he see's Mr. Fantastic return to his table, with Britney Spears. Nate all of a sudden starts to grab the cameraman, but then in the lime light of reflection decides to let it go. He turns and exits out the doors of Planet Hollywood as the people are finally allowed to enter, single file, one by one. They pour into the restaurant, and the stars are swamped. The scene fades, and SWA T.V. goes to a commercial.