Post by Press1269 on Feb 7, 2016 4:47:42 GMT
Jasmine Mcdonald rounds a corner of another block in the Sante Fe area of California. She is down town, in the midst of a mob scene. SWA wrestlers are arriving right and left, and no one appears to care about common courtesy when it comes to trying to get their favorite superstars autograph. She pushes through the crowd, and looks around the cafe' scene where a few of the wrestlers have come to grab a bite to eat. She continues walking around, looking for one in particular. "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm to be precise.
She finds that he is not there, and decides that she will attempt to find him at his hotel. She makes her way back to her Jaguar convertible, and she hops in over the door. She slides down into the leather interior and cranks up her car. As she does, she looks to her left where she sees a silver limo pass by. She looks to the licence plate, and it reads "Fantastic".
She throws the Jaguar in first, and takes off after the limo. She changes gears swiftly, and it appears that the limo is not in any big hurry, she catches up easily. She honks her horn, and there is no response from the limo. It pulls into a Marriott Suite Deluxe in downtown Sante Fe. The hotel has an underground parking lot where a gate opens and closes. She starts to pull in behind the limo, but two guards come out in front of her. She beeps furiously, and the two of them walk over to her.
Guard 1: Sorry Ms. Mcdonald, you aren't allowed here, tenants, and special guests only. You have to have clearance.
Jasmine: I do have clearance. I have to get an interview with that prick over there.
She points past the guards shoulder to the image of Johnny Storm stepping out of the back of the limo. Johnny looks over in her direction and quickly makes his way towards the entrance. She growls furiously, and screams at him for a moment, until the guards finally ask her to leave. She slams the shifter into reverse, and screeches out of the Parking lot entrance. She throws it back into first, and speeds off down the road. She pulls into one of the many pay parking lots, and after being very rude to the attendant jumps out of her car, and places a call to Bob the cameraman, telling him to get his ass down to her location. Bob soon pulls up in a nice family sedan, and exits getting out his camera.
Bob: What's up Jasmine?
Jasmine: I don't want to talk about it BOB, just get your ass behind me and view what is about to happen.
Bob falls in line behind her as she storms across the walk area in the middle of the street of 23rd and 4th. She walks towards the front doors of the Marriott, and enters the revolving doors, where she is greeted by a bell hop, who receives a bird to his face. He gulps, and watches on as she starts towards the stairs. He starts to say she can't go up there without a room, and then thinks of the bird encounter, and thinks better of it. He takes his place at the door, as Bob follows a steaming Jasmine. She climbs the stairs to the top level, where the penthouses are divided into three doors. Each to a luxury deluxe suite. Plenty of space and rich hob snob stuff. She pushes the door open right as Johnny Storm is trying to open his door. He rolls his eys, and can be heard swearing in under his breath as she bolts across the hallway to him.
Jasmine: GOD D*%M it Johnny! What the hell are you doing, and who the hell do you think you are.
She reaches him and smacks him hard across the face. Bob chuckles and watches on through the eye of the camera. Johnny reaches up, and adjusts his jaw, and rubs his face. He then looks at Jasmine with a very serious, and angered look. His eyes still with a hint of blue and black, from the attack about two weeks ago on Warfare.
Jasmine: Why haven't you called, and what the hell were you doing with Britney Spears?
Johnny rolls his eyes again, and struggles with the key, to which Jasmine grabs it out of his hands, and turns gently, allowing the door to his suite to swing open. He steps in, and she follows him, holding the door open for Bob the cameraman. She slams the door afterwards, and walks towards Johnny once again, who runs behind the bar to keep distance between them. He fixes himself a drink, and she sits down on a stool as Bob sets up his video footage to the outside internet service that will save the data from this interview, and broad cast it on SWA television later.
Jasmine: Are you going to answer me
Mr. Fantastic: Britney and I are friends, that's all. I don't see how any of that is your business anyways.
Jasmine: *in a furious tone* None of my business! What about at your home in Charlotte, huh? What the hell was that? Just a one night stand or something?
Mr. Fantastic: If you already know the answer, why do I need to repeat it for you?
Jasmine reaches to smack him again, but this time he grabs her hand, throws her down in her seat, and shoves a Sex on the Beach in her face. She takes the drink, and gulps it down, and then lays her eyes back right on him like a heat seeking missile. She angrily sits back, and gains a very prophetic face.
Jasmine: Very well. What ever, it doesn't matter. I've been sent here to do an interview with you, so why don't you run your mouth at the camera, and make the SWA a few million.
Mr. Fantastic: Fine...Fine...I'm glad that you at least realize my superiority.
Jasmine acts as if she is about to say something smart ass, but thinks better of it, and looks back to the drink.
Jasmine: You defeated Snatchman, although it was because of Evangelion's interference in the match with the baseball bat. Now, Mr. Fantastic, what do you want to say walking away from Warfare with a win over Snatchman.
*Storm delivers a sarcastic smile, and pulls a brief case up from behind the bar, and sets it on the surface.*
Mr. Fantastic: First off, I have to give my thanks to Evangelion.
*smiles again, and opens up a brief case that is filled with stacks of 100 dollar bills. He takes a piece of parchment out of the side compartment, as Jasmine stares at the money.*
Storm: Evangelion, this money is yours for a job well done. Your appearance was a pleasent surprise, although I was about to reverse Mr. Snatchmans maneuver into a roll up pin. But that's OK, a win is a win. Julius, you must be kicking yourself right now. I mean, you sent in your 7 foot plus destroyer, and I still won the match. Notice throughout all of this time with the contract, I never said that I had to pin or make Snatchman submit. I said that I would simply defeat him. Which I did. *smiles again* No matter how you look at it Snatchman, I proved that I am the most Fantastic wrestler in this industry. You spoke about me not acknowledging your intelligence, or your athleticism. Well, I say that it was you that underestimated me. Or at least that's what Evangelion is thinking now.
*He smiles.*
Storm: You see, I did not plan for that to happen, but since it did. Hey why not pay the person who had the insight to do so. So Evangelion, this money is yours, and I'll tell you what, Beat the hell out of Snatchman later on, and I'll give you the same sum doubled.
*Storm looks back to the camera and puts the money away.*
Storm: Snatchman zero, Johnny Storm one. You lost, take it like a man, and not the sniveling bitch that you are. Ahhhh..but don't think that I'm done with you. That was merely the first part of it all. Your defeat. You must pay more than that. Your disgrace against me is still fresh on my mind, but I'll wait till I make the other part of your punishment effective. Now on to Reina Saiaki. You my dear are quite interesting to watch in action, and as I see you drop that Majestic title on Warfare, I really did feel for you.
*He claps sarcastically.*
Storm: You, my dear, need to get over yourself. You want to move on to bigger and better things...Ha..Until you move up to me, you will forever be second best. That's right, stay in your Tag title bracket. You've held the Majestic title, why wait. Make your move on the Jugular. Jump on that Survivor Champion.
*He smiles.*
Storm: Ahhhhh yes! I forgot. Jacob is your friend, and fellow Stryker Service member. You can't have bickering within the group. God forbid! Reina, how long are you going to let them hold you back? You see what you said was the truth, You Stryker Service combined are the best in the SWA, but with my defeat over Snatchman, I have sealed my fate in the company. And that is greatness.
*Storm holds up his contract confidently*
Storm; Two things will come out of this contract. One, I will be allowed to accept and decline all challenges. I can't just be thrown in a match. Ahhh, but...
*He smiles.*
Storm: I also reserve the right to put in stipulations as to what type of match. It gives me the freedom to accept a challenge, or turn it down. That way, I am the bargainer, not the other person.
*Another smile.*
Storm: As I said before, Snatchman, Reina, Terry...how long are you going to be blinded by Julius and Jacob, not to mention Tymolin. The reason they compiled the best, was not for strength in numbers, but to keep you from fighting them. They are the enemy. They hold all the cards. Can't you fools see. Your blindness for the almighty Stryker name is astounding. Stryker, I refuse to allow you to blind the wrestlers of the SWA any longer, and I demand that you sign my contract. That was the deal, and that was what was in under my contract V.S. Snatchman. However, i didn't say what kind of defeat it would be.
*He flashes a sarcastic smile.*
Storm: DQ counts. I win, no matter what you do Snatchman, I win. You lost. I am the better, cause lets face it, your alright, but your not Fantastic. Theres only one man around here that can claim that, and that's me. You guys in the Stryker Service consider what I've said, and I'll give you a little inscentive on Suicide.
*flashes a grin.*
Storm: You're all going to have to pay eventually, and I will be the collector. Cause I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and I will have that Survivor Championship around my Fantastic waist. Be prepaired to be Fantasticlly Eliminated.
Jasmine: Damn Johnny, I have to admit, that you are Smooth Operator. This should piss a lot of people off, specifically the Stryker Service. I've found in my career, it's just not that smart to stand up to Julius "The Idol" Stryker. He's an American hero to some of these people.
Mr. Fantastic: Yeah..Yeah..Yeah...the last original Boy Scout. Well, that's all and good. But just like a former wrestler by the name of Hogan...he will be put down. His era broken, and his fans turning their back on him. He is nothing to someone that's Fantastic. That's a fact dear, not an egotistical statement. You should know, cause you can't get enough.
Jasmine: *smiles at Johnny* So Johnny Storm, what do you have planned for tonight? *she twirls the ends of her hair, and smiles at Johnny who looks back to his drinks behind the counter.*
Mr. Fantastic: I'm entertaining a guest..sorry..I'm going to have to ask you to leave now. The interview is over, and I must prepare.
Jasmine pouts, but willingly begins towards the door. Bob, gathers all of his things, and follows closely behind. Jasmine smiles at Johnny, and Bob heads on down to leave them alone. As Jasmine is about out the door, the bedroom door from across the hall is heard opening, and as Jasmine and Fantastic look, to see Britney Spears standing in the doorway with just a slip of negligee on.
Britney: Johnny, when are you going to tuck me in.
Jasmine: WHAT?!?!?...
In a fury Jasmine jumps back inside, but Johnny grabs her and flings her outside the door, and quickly slams it, locking the deadbolt. The door is banged upon from the outside, and Britney looks at Johnny with question. He shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn't know, and points to the bedroom. She enters, and he soon disappears in the dark with her. Jasmine Mcdonald still beating on the front door, and cursing.