Post by Press1269 on Feb 7, 2016 4:51:50 GMT
*The small Eagle Talon pulls up into the long drive way of a home out on the NC countryside, right on the outskirts of Charlotte. A guard stands at the small gate house, where iron bars keep all unwanted traffic off the long road more than a drive way. He steps over to the Eagle Talon, and looks in the back seat only to see several thousand dollars worth of video equipment. He rolls his eyes, and then looks to the man inside the Talon...*
Guard: What freaking Fed are you here for?...I have to radio you in.
Camera-guy: Umm....I have an appointment..the SWA...ummm....does he not expect me?
Guard: Do you know who your talking about...This is "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm...this guy gets Federations here on a daily basis..news cameras...MTV....even the damn supposed superstars of other feds. He hasn't been seeing any of them...but I'll call it in anyways...but don't get your hopes up. "Mr. Fantastic" is a very busy man.
*The Guard steps over into the booth where he meets an unseen guard that was sitting in a hidden compartment in the tiny guard house. He appears to pick up a Silver phone, and speak into it. Several minutes later the phone rings, and the cameraman watches on as they nod, and then place the phone down on the receiver. The First guard makes his way back out to the Talon. The other guard presses a button, that allows the gates to open.
Guard: OK....."Mr. Fantastic" has decided that he would like to see you....Good Luck buddy...
*He grins as the camera man warily steps on the gas and starts down the long drive. A good five minutes later, he arrives at a place where the Drive takes off down to a garage made out of sheets of glass, and filled with several antique cars and things of that nature. The road that he is on, loops around a huge fountain, with a statue of a Greek goddess in the middle of it. He whirls around the circle, and stops his car, putting on the emergency brake, and stepping out onto the pavement. He starts up the stairs of the house, to two double doors made of English Oak. He reaches to Knock, but the door opens before he can, and a man wearing a tuxedo stands before him...obviously a butler. He places his eyes on him silent for many moments, and then steps out of the door way, and raises his eyebrows at the equipment the cameraman is carrying.*
Butler: Master Storm has asked me to show you to the Library where he will join you shortly. Your name sir?
Cameraman: Bob...Bob Shwartz....SWA cameraman..
Butler: Bob will be good enough sir..follow me.
*The Butler starts into the house, and Bob follows quickly to keep up. The main entrance, or greeting hall, is one of a huge magnitude. The ceiling is a stained glass tapestry, that is in a dome shape. It is beautiful and causes the room to glitter in all different colors. Bob smiles at this, and looks around at all the suits of armor...the paintings...the antique furniture. The walls and door facings themselves were art. They were made out of birch, and were stained with a wood varnish. They were carved of certain things, and would spout about if imagination ran to far. The butler took him through another pair of double doors at the end of this hall, and this brought him into a huge room. A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, and a marble stair case, with two lions on the banisters went up to the second level of the house, and there were rooms seen up at the top of the stairs. There was one more set of double oak doors at the end of this room, and two solid doors on each way you turned. The butler led Bob to the double doors, and once opened, reveals the library.
A truly grand spectacle. It is a circular room, with a large desk at the very far end, where a large window, almost taking up the whole wall, is behind the chair. Shelves stretch from the floor to the ceiling, and all the way from the desk to the doorway they stood in. In the middle there was a leather couch, a table with leather chairs around it, a huge Persian rug on the ground where, two leather chairs sit in front of the huge desk. A stock machine, turned off for the time being, sits over in a corner to the right of the desk. There are also various books that look ancient sitting around on stands, with glass cases over them. There is one painting in the room, and it is hung to the left of the desk. It shows Jesus on the cross, blood streaming down his face, in a horrific depiction of the crucifixion. Bob steps in, and touches the wood finish of one of the cases, as the butler watches on in suspicion.*
Butler: Can I get you any thing sir?
Bob: No....No thank you....
Butler: Very well then sir...I bid thee well...I'll be back to get you once you are finished.
*with that said, the butler whirls around on his heels, and exits the library, pulling the large doors closed. Footsteps are heard walking away from the room, and Bob smiles as he sets up his camera over in front of the desk. He does this quickly, as he wants to survey the books and look around. He takes out a 35mm camera, and begins snapping pictures of the impressive collection of books, and he then turns his attention to something else now. He steps over to the gruesome painting. He curls his nose at the brutality of the image standing that close to it. He looks at the painting a few moments more, and then realizes that there is something inscribed on a gold plate, screwed onto the frame that is made of oak. He bends down to read the inscription.
" God thou art in heaven.....hallowed be thy name.....your kingdom come.....thine will be done....on evil will sway.....as shall the sinners pay....righteous be thy name..."
*there is no verse or scripture as to which to regard to the bible, but the phrase chills the Bob to the core, and he backs up slowly, as the image burns in his mind. He steps back over to the leather chairs in front of the desk. He looks at his watch...4:25 p.m...He sits down, and rests his chin on his fist comfortably. He dozes for a moment, and before he knows it he loses consciousness.*
*A loud thunderous crash startles Bob awake. His eyes shoot wide open, as lightening flashes again outside the one window behind the desk. He stands quickly, and looks down at his watch...11:30 p.m. How long did I sleep...he asks himself hazily...the room is dark, the lights not on cause before the sunlight did the job. He stumbles through the darkness, as rain hits the window causing a tapping noise that fills the room loudly. He starts towards the edge of the desk, and starts to try and feel his way around to the double doors he knows are at the end....but is suddenly startled by something....The lightening flashes again, and he finds himself face to face with the gruesome crucifixion painting...he jumps back shrieking wildly, and then turns, as the lightening flashes again to see a human face standing before him which frightens him all the way down on his ass. He shrieks as the lights come on, and the thunder rolls outside.
A man hovers over him wearing a silver shiny shirt, and a pair of comfortable looking slacks. He has jet black hair, and a gorgeous physique in under neath his clothes, along with a million dollar smile, and features. He steps behind the desk, and sits down in the chair that is way to large for him, even though he is not exactly a small man. Bob.....startled but breathing, gets to his feet, and hurriedly breathing, steps over to the leather chair and falls into it...*
Mr. Fantastic: Your here from the SWA I assume. The cameraman who has come to cut a promo. I hope that my surroundings have.....*smiles in an arrogant manner* been sufficient to your stay...now....when ever your ready, give the signal so I can boost this pathetic Federations ratings to the top as usual, and I can get some sleep before my busy schedule starts all over again.
*Bob raises his eyebrows in a " Well Yes Sir Mr. Smart-ass" look, and stands up and starts messing with his camera, and his lights. Meanwhile Mr. Fantastic picks up the phone, and whispers a few commands that Bob can't hear. He smiles as the butler soon pushes a Television monitor into the library....no thanks given as he leaves. Bob soon gets everything in position, and is ready for the interview to begin. Mr. Fantastic smiles and soon turns his attention completely on the camera, that is now positioned to look right at him. The cameraman counts him down with his fingers, and then gives him a go signal.*
Mr. Fantastic: First off let me make this clear, Snatchman...you so nicely stated that I have a good way of showing my dislike for you....Well let me try and embed this into your head...I hate you...I vomit when thinking of what you did to me and Damm. You say your not a rapist, just a snatchist...Well my sick Sadistic Snatchist....You in my mind are perverted ass pounding Fudge packer who gets off on not only guys, but the screams you receive from those men. You are a sick son of a bitch, and I can't even fathom the thought of you being in the same federation, but you are, and that's why I have to do something for these fans. I have to save them from the entertainment that has now taken a turn for the worse. I want to Help these wrestlers in the back, and the fans realize that you are a menace to society, and should be arrested. If not on charges of rape, then charges of obscene acts in a public place. So in a nut shell Snatchman....
*Storm clears throats and narrows his eyes on the camera..*
Storm: Johnathon.....I very much dislike you. Now with that out of the way it's time to go on with business.
*sarcastic smile*
Storm: Skylar Thomas. "The Assassin". Interesting thing is, I would normally not even think anything about you, for you aren't a threat to me. But now I'm thinking you could possibly be useful. Sklyar I have a proposition for you. One that the whole SWA can see. One that will make history. One that will sway the events of the SWA forever...
*smiles sarcastically once again and presses another button, causing the entire top half of the desk to open up, and a large computer monitor slide up through the oak. A key board also appears in front of Storm, who sits back in his chair, and types in a few words. The screen changes, and the camera picks up the light images maneuvering. He turns the monitor to the camera, and it brings up a picture of Skylar Thomas. He smiles and looks back to the camera with ice blue eyes, tousling his jet black hair and then crossing his fingers in a steeple type fashion*
Mr. Fantastic: *reading off the screen the information in underneath the picture* ((Born in an industrialized section of Surrey, England, Skylar and his sister Celia were abandoned as children and lived a year in a foster care facility before being taken in by a Professor who taught Science and Medical Technology at Oxford. He and his sister were very well cared for financially as well as physically and emotionally. Skylar attended a separate private school from Celia and there he became fascinated with modern weaponry. Being picked on by other students because of his small frame as an adolescent, he began lifting weights. He started going to a nearby shooting gallery at the age of seventeen (with his stepfather's permission of course). Celia as a teenager attended a school only for girls where her stepmother was one of three head mistresses. Her stepmother taught Celia various forms of Aikido while her stepfather taught Skylar, Brazilian jujitsu and Ancient Capoeira. He immediately fell in love with Capoeiran arts and culture. After being denied a passport to America because of being under suspicion of murder, Daelin Shard was able to sneak Skylar and Celia into the U.S. He also pulled some strings to get them granted citizenship. Skylar's wrestling career has been untouched by any opponent he has faced. He is undefeated in EVERY federation he has belonged to. After leaving the FWA, he stayed in Japan and joined an underground martial arts society, called "The Order"; headed by the infamous drug lord, Morgan Tyrell. After catching wind of the death of his old friend, Daelin Shard, Skylar travels back to the SWA to start a new career for himself and to take out the one person who made him lose millions of dollars... )) *Mr. Fantastic then looks to the camera and smiles*...but what you don't know SWA is this bit of information...don't think that I did'nt pay a pretty price for this...
*smiles and clears his throat in a sarcastic manner*...Assassin!
*he holds up a cream colored folder, with scribbling on it. On the bar that is across the flap, it reads, "Sklyar Thomas: Psychotherapy Analysis: Session one". He smiles as he begins to read.*
Mr. Fantastic: ((He could be the guy next door, the gas station clerk, or the paperboy. He blends so well into society, it's no wonder why he is such a successful assassin. With his boyish good looks and strength, he can play off of anyone's emotions. One minute he can be an angel...and the next he can be your worst nightmare. Trouble surrounds him everywhere he goes and it is usually his sister Celia that keep his emotions in check.))
*stops reading from the folder and throws the folder up on the desk.*
Storm: Well Skylar you might be asking why I would do so much homework on you. There is a reason Skylar...You see....I need a job done.
*smiles as the cameraman gets uncomfortable at the reference to "Job"*
Storm: I don't want you to do anything rash. Like killing someone, but I do want you to do a Job.
*pulls a briefcase up from behind the desk and sets it on the desk allowing the camera to bring it into view. He pops the flaps, and opens the briefcase allowing the SWA world to see a large pile of money stacked in nice rolls.*
Storm: This is a quarter of a million dollars Skylar. Celia I'm sure you're seeing this right about now, and since Skylar is your brother, perhaps we can do some business. I want to issue a contract. Not a death contract, but an ass kicking one. I want Snatchman eliminated. I don't want him dead, cause I personally would rather see him suffer with perhaps a snapped spinal chord, forcing him to watch, but not being able to move. Not even being able to kill himself, which is what I would want to do.
*Storm smirks as Bob thinks, "well the special programs and March of Dimes are going to have a field day with this*
Storm: I want him maimed, I want him hurt, I want him permanently in a wheel chair, and Skylar Thomas...I want to pay you to do this. Don't worry about the cost. I can afford anything. The one thing that I can not afford is Snatchman ass raping everyone he comes in contact with. It's just not good for SWA business, which lets face it, I'm the corner stone of excellence in this god forsaken place. Now Mr. Fantastic is not cheap. We can negotiate the price, but I must first note whether you are interested at all in the "Job" so to speak. If not, then we can have no ill will, and possibly your performance on this task will further your use to me in the future as far as "Jobs" go. Snatchman!!! I'm prepared to pay, Are you?
*smiles devilishly and his eyes have a hint of hate in them as he presses another button, and the expensive computer set-up slides back into the desk. He then looks to the Television that the butler had brought in, and he presses the play button on the VCR controls. It shows Griff Truxell punching a cop, and then running from them down the street making a quick get away.*
Mr. Fantastic: Griff Truxell....Fugative...SWA wrestler....Blue Collar Dollar worker....Average Joe? I don't thinks so. I see potential in him. I see a business investment. But to be in the employ of Johnny Storm you need a clean slate, and a fresh start, and this slate Mr. Truxell.....
*sighs and pulls out another cream colored folder, opening it he begins to read*
Storm: ((Hair, Black. Height, six feet two inches. Weight, 256 pounds. Occupation, Professional Wrestler. Crimes charged with:Reckless Endangerment, Grand Theft Auto, Damage of Public property, Thats that Police Car you crashed, Assault on an Officer, two counts of that, Kidnapping, Assault with a Deadly Weapon, and Assault and Battery. Your trial is to be on March 22nd. *smirks at this line..* Missed trial and is now being charged with that, rescheduled for April 4th.)) Griff this is an impressive laundry list, but I'm going to tell you what I'll do...
*hits a few buttons on the desk, and the phone is heard ringing on speaker phone....*
Voice: This is Clarice representing Longling, Nashton, and Lake Legal Agencies...How can I help you?
Mr. Fantastic: This is Johnny Storm...Let me talk to Thomas Longling.
Clarice: JOHNNY STORM!!!!!!!! OH WOW!!!! Like.....you're so cool....Yes sir right away sir alright sir.
*moments passes as Storm checks his manicure, and then another voice enters the phone. That of a young man*
Mr. Fantastic: Hey there Tom...Listen..I need a favor...?
Thomas Longling: What can I do for you Johnny..anything...anything at all?
Mr. Fantastic: Griff Truxell. You received that file from my offices did you not. I need that tiny matter cleared up.
Thomas Longling: Ummm Johnny That is almost impossible. This guy is looking at hard time here, there are eye witnesses, we can't just erase him, he has to come to trial and it's not looking good.
Mr. Fantastic: Hey Tom! Remember how you came to me asking me for money to start a new firm, and how I agreed, and I funded this FIRM for quite a long time, becoming a major stock holder, and almost a CEO if I wanted it..
Thomas Longling: Y..y....yes Johnny.....I remember!!!
Mr. Fantastic: Well I'm about to the point of selling my stocks to Landon, Duckling, and Lorance. If you don't give me news that I want to hear, the deal will be done in an hour.
Thomas Longling: NOW NOW NOW Johnny...this is "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm....OF coarse we can work something out......Clean slate...Griff will have clean slate if that's what you want..
Mr. Fantastic: Good....but don't get on that quite just yet...I just wanted to hear you say that. I'll be in touch Tom.
Thomas Longling: Yes sir, Mr. Fantastic, Sir!
*the phone is hung up, and Johnny smiles, and then realizes the camera are still on and come back to SWA buisness*
Mr. Fantastic: Griff, you are in a bad way. At the rate you are going you won't have any freedom left, but you heard him. CLEAN SLATE!!! One catch. You work for me. You are indebted to me. And I'll give you freedoms, but your overall loyalty must be to me. I'll compensate you, and you will be an above average employee, but an employee non the less. How about it? Respond publicly, considering the offer was public. Now onto my thoughts on Damm and Snatchman. Sad news for you two. The time has come. I am not only going to step up to the plate, I am going to kick the shit out of Snatchman first..
*smiles triumphantly as he looks at his contract*
Storm: Your Survivor Title that you are all fighting for and over. You are going to lose. Snatchman, I am not going to be so small time when I'm standing over your broken body, and it will be even more pleasant if Skylar takes me up on my offer. Money I got Snatchman...Time I got Snatchman......YOUR ASS....I got Snatchman. What I don't have is the Survivor gold, and that is the one thing that I will obtain before it's all said and done. It doesn't matter whether it's you or Damm. I'll walk down that aisle, enter that ring, beat the shit out of both of you, and then slap on the Fantastic Figure Four while listening to one of you scream for the mercy that I will never give you. And why? Cause I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and I will soon have the most Fantastic gold around my Fantastic waist. Be prepared to be Fantastically Eliminated!!
. *Johnny Storm is silent, knowing that he shot another great promo, for another federation, that will undoubtedly play off of his stardom by putting his face on their merchandise, and Television. Storm was born to be a champion, and he always had the means to become one.*
*The Cameraman packs up all of his things and starts out the door. The butler meets him there, and he leads him through all those different parts of the gigantic house. He steps out of the front entrance, and down the steps. The door is heard closing behind him, as he throws his equipment into the back of the Talon, and then sits down in the drivers seat. He sits there for awhile, listening to Tom Petty, and then he flips the switch, the cars engine ignites, and he takes off back down the long driveway. Lightening crackles as the rain begins to pour.
A figure wearing a dark cloak steps out in front of the Talon, as Bob swerves to avoid him. He slams through a wooden fence that stretched from the house to the guard house, and slides through the muddy field until finally coming to a stop. Bob looks over, shaken but alright to the extent...he watches to see the dark figure, but doesn't see him again. He rests against his head rest, and takes in deep breathes. He closes his eyes and counts backwards to ten, when he opens his eyes, Redemption hovers over top of him face to face, with glowing eyes shineing down on him. He shrieks back but Redemption reaches out and chokes him stopping his scream for help.*
Redemption: Tell Storm, that I have come for him....and he will be Redeemed no matter the amount of money he tries to bribe me with.
*the glowing eyes flash, and Bob loses consciousness. He wakes up in a hospital bed, with his children and wife all around. They happily embrace him and he is told by the doctor that he suffered a mild heart attack out on the drive way of Johnny Storm's private Charlotte, NC home, and was rushed back to his own home for treatment. He would be alright now, but he was unconscious for awhile. Bob looks around, and realizes that this is twice he has experienced this Redemption dream, and wonders how it ties into Johnny Storm........and more importantly himself.*