Post by Press1269 on Feb 7, 2016 4:49:44 GMT
*The limo rolls on down the road heading for Los Angeles. The camera picks up the road as the limo zooms down it at a high rate of speed. The cameraman then swings the camera around and points towards none other than "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. He sits back looking out the window, with a martini in his hand, and a tape of SWA wrestling in the Television that is in the limo. On the other end of the limo, it is seen that Britney Spears is asleep in the seat, stretched out, covered by Johnny's Black/silver robe that he wears to the ring. He looks out the window, and smiles. He then looks to the camera, and offers the SWA cameraman a drink. He declines the drink, and Johnny goes back to staring out the window. He then looks back over to him, and stops the tape. Watching a shovel being embedded into Jacob's skull. He smiles, and then turns to the camera with his full attention.*
Mr. Fantastic: That looks like it would hurt. I have to say that I was pleased with the way the metal melded around his head, when I slammed the end of the shovel into his skull. *snickers a little*...you know what..I don't even need to go there bud. You remember how it feels. But it didn't refrain you from acting like a fool. You accepted a match with a man who can kick your ass. Icon..best of luck to ya. That's all I'm going to say. Oh, and if you win...you know that I'm going to have to kick your ass, to take that strap for myself....
*The Radio is turned on, and "All in the Family" by Korn is heard Playing over the stations. Mr. Fantastic turns it on, and ignores the camera for quite a few moments, and listens to the song. Britney wakes up now, and looks over at Johnny and smiles.*
Britney: What's going on Johnny, remembering that time with John Davis?
*she snickers*
Mr. Fantastic: That was a long time ago dear..but it was fun..
*She snickers again as the cameraman looks around in confusion as to what they are talking about.*
Britney: and what about that time with Fred Durst?
*snickers.*
Mr. Fantastic: Yeah Yeah...well my family vacationed in Florida, and I got to see him when we were kids. What can I say. John had it coming any ways. Then of coarse he wrote that song twist cause of it. John's cool though. Hopefully I won't have to kick his ass anymore this century.
*snickers.*
Britney: At least clarify for the camera Johnny, you kicked his ass at SWA survival the Video Game...*snickers again*
*Storm chuckles.*
Mr. Fantastic: Yeah, but John and Fred take that shit so personally....
*The two laugh together, Britney falling back now, dying laughing. The limo continues down the road, and is soon traveling through Beverly Hills, the strip is lit up, and the limo driver's window rolls down, as he turns back to Johnny and Britney.*
Limo Driver: Where to sir? I'm not sure where this person lives.
Mr. Fantastic: Take a left at the third light up here, and the house is the third on the left.
Britney: It's nice of him to let you stay with him while your here. I did'nt know you knew him that well.
Mr. Fantastic: He's just like everyone else Britney...like most stars..*looks at her with raised eyebrows* they are just like everyone else.
Britney: Yeah, I guess your right.
*she crawls across the limo floor over to Johnny and they begin to kiss...the camera fades for several moments. When finally it comes back on, the limo has been exited, and they are outside at a poolside area, where Johnny is sitting watching Britney jump into a pool, wearing only a string bikini. He smiles, as her body glides through the water. All of a sudden a little girl comes running out of the house, and runs towards Johnny.*
Little Girl: Unca' Johnny!!!!
Mr. Fantastic: Hey Kayla..how are ya darling...WOW!! You've gotten to be a big girl.
Kayla: *giggles* I'm growing Unca' Johnny. Daddy's going to be out in a minute. Is that pretty lady with you Unca' Johnny.
Mr. Fantastic: You know you're the only pretty lady in my life Kayla.
*The little girl giggles some more, as Johnny bounces her on his knee, and converses with her about her first day at private school, and her favorite toys, and what not. Soon enough, the camera goes to the sound of the back door of this massive house opening and closing. Of all people to step out, The camera zooms in on Eminem..Slim Shady. He walks over to where Mr. Fantastic is sitting with Kayla, his daughter. He sits down in a lounge chair beside Johnny and punches Johnny in the arm.*
Slim: What's up Johnny? Long time no see.
Mr. Fantastic: You know how it is Slim. Got's people to see, and chica's to..*covers Kayla's ears* do.
*He chuckles, and lets go of Kayla*
Slim: Ha! That's defiantly you Johnny...
*looks to Britney who is all wet now, sitting on the edge of the pool in her tight little bikini*
Slim: Whooooo...definitely you.
*both of them chuckle and Slim sits back a little more comfortably*
Slim: Kayla! Go inside to Gena, now girl..
Kayla: Daa daa!!!
Slim: GET!!!
*Kayla jumps up and runs inside the house quickly, and Johnny chuckles, leaning back himself*
Mr. Fantastic: Gena. How is the wife?
Slim: She's goo.....
*he looks to the camera, and if thinking of something...says*
Slim: ummmm...errr...she's still at the bottom of the lake.
Mr. Fantastic: *after much laughter* Oh yeah...I forget about that sometimes...*laughs some more..*
Slim: You know what Johnny..I think I'm going to spit out some tunes just for you man...Check this out...
Slim Shadey..Hotter than a set of twin baby's....Growling like a dog with dead Rabee's.....Straight up G who don't take no shit...straight up playa who don't rake no spit.....I got's game...and I'm all that....I can't be tame....and I can't be nothing but Phat.....Now here we got Johnny...He's nothing but my homie...Kicking it with some old NWA shit.....or is that SWA shit. Reina Saiaki is a real pretty sight...but when it comes to wrestling Johnny she's just a'ight......Snatchman ain't no joke...but he is on the coke...so his shit just don't Toke....Jacob steps up to the plate...Johnny ain't got nothing for him but hate....Anyways...Him and Tym always comeing from the middle class....always trying to get things but never ask....and after all the bull shitting wasn't....the time came when the two started fucking.....all the time..you know kids habits....every single day....fucking like rabbits...His dick is metal...her pussy is a magnet...but one day she'll stand up..and say I'm pregnant....Then there's always the Idol, who ain't nothing but a title...thinks he's all that...but ain't nothing but a stain on the side....but now we back to the middle...where Johnny has come in trying to get a little treble..but the thing is cuz..all you got's to see....Is me and Johnny Storm....are completely clean....Johnny'll take the pills, and swoosh em with some water....watching SWA like nothing but canon fodder...boys and girls...what you going to do...these east side skills....and flavor all to you...Fantastic in the house of the NWA..and Slim Shady is back in league with Dr. Dre...ahhhh yeah...Johnny..
Mr. Fantastic: That was pretty tight Slim...you can always Free style some shit like you rehearsed it for hours. The SWA fans will soak all that up on T.V....I mean come on...Who don't like Eminem...*chuckles*
Slim: Whatever Kid...*chuckles*....You got a match or something don't ya coming up. Like..Shottgun...and ....Grif Truxell..
Mr. Fantastic: Supposed to have a match. You see I got this contract here, that says that I'm walking away from that match.
Slim: surely "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm ain't afraid of a bitch, and that Griff guy. Who I personally like for some reason.
Mr. Fantastic: Hell No! I ain't afraid of anyone. I'm just saying that the match ain't worth my time right now. I got's to network, and I got to stick true to my aim....and I got my Sight's set on the SWA Survivor Championship.
Slim: Cool Johnny, Cool!!! You want to go inside and shoot some pool or something. We'll call up Dre and Snoop and see what happens. Up for a party?
Mr. Fantastic: I'm always up for a party.
*the two of them get up and head off towards the house, as Britney continues to swim in the large pool. They disappear inside the house, and The cameraman allows about ten seconds to pass on the camera, and then starts recording Britney in her skin tight bikini for his own personal use.*