Post by Press1269 on Feb 7, 2016 4:53:00 GMT
*The techno music bounces as Club 2000 entertains a grand spectacle of stars there. It is the only club that can cater to everyones tastes...EVERYONES tastes. On the card for the night were to be Backstreet Boys.....Rob Zombie......and God Smack. The owner of the Club that produces millions each year off of merchandise and it's notariety to serve the people along side the stars, Also the fact that it has such talent grace it's stage, sits in an unseen corner as Rob Zombie plays his hellish music. 666 in flames bursts out onto the stage and the Technoers stop dancing as the metal heads hit the floor. Everyone is waiting to get to the bar, and a few people have taken to getting rambunctios on the furniture, but besides all that....The owner did'nt see much going on that interested him. He leans back in his booth, shrouded by the darkness, and watches the band shriek out the most unfathomable power chords alive. None that no band could ever mimick or touch. He smiles as he watches money get spent all over the place, here and there. The head manager wades through the people and points over to the front door..loudly shouting he yells..*
Manager: THERE'S A CAMERA CREW HERE FOR YOU SIR...A GUY GOING BY THE NAME NATE WOODWARD!!!!!
*The owner shifts his head upward to reveal himself as "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. Storm sits back and makes a sarcastic smile. He then looks to the door, and see's the out of place Woodward getting slammed into by metal heads jamming to Zombie. He lifts his eyes back to the Manager and nods his head.*
Mr. Fantastic: SEND THEM ON OVER!!!
*The manager simply nods, and makes his way back through the mass of humanity. Ten minutes later Woodward and the cameraman finally get through the crowd and reach Mr. Fantastic. Woodward sits down, and stares across the table at Storm.*
Woodward: HEY....YOU GOT SOMEWHERE A LITTLE QUIETER WE CAN TALK?
*Mr. Fantastic stands, takes Woodward by the collar, and drags him across the floor to a set of stairs, and points him in the direction up them. The cameraman follows up the stairs, and Storm brings up the rear. They all exit a door at the top of the stairs, and it takes them into a huge over viewing office. Storm walks over to the large desk that is in the room, along with several articles of furniture, and a bar. The Mirror/Window looks right down on the main stage and hardwood floor that is the dance floor. Storm sits down in the large cushion chair, and offers Nate a Cigar to which he declines, and sits down in a chair on the opposite side of the desk. Fantastic Smiles and lights up his Stogie...as The cameraman places the camera on him. Then he moves to Nate.*
Woodward: This Is Nate Woodward with the SWA's "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm...we are here live from CLUB 2000, brought to you by the SWA millionaire Playboy...Johnny Storm. So "Mr. Fantastic".....What is it like to have so much money..*motions with his hand about himself*...that makes itself a pot load of more money?
Mr. Fantastic: Unlimited funds...Nate..would you not like to know what that feels like. It's great. I love being who I am, and I love that I have the opportunity to share it with some of you. Although several of the SWA fans probably didn't know that I owned this place...well you do now, and you all are welcome. Thanks for that free plug Woodward. *chuckles with a triumphant smirk* Now onto SWA business I assume?
Woodward: Yes....SWA Business. You have a match with Johnny Blaze and Griff Truxell tomorrow night on Warfare. You jumped into this match, knowing full well you would be fighting Griff whom you obviously have a business relationship with. How do you feel this will all work out, and did you get a chance to see Johnny Blazes "weather man" Comments?
Mr. Fantastic: *smiles sarcasticlly*...You know what Woodward, last time I fought Mr. Johnny Blaze I was informed of it the night of the card, and I didn't even realize that I would be wrestling until Christmas Joy dropped a note in my limo. I don't care what that little smart ass punk says. He might think he's all that, but I'm the true man of the SWA, and he talks about being undefeated...well...he might as well kiss that streak good bye. I'm the only true Johnny in this match. He wants to make himself look even more foolish by calling me a "weather man". HA! Let the youngster think what he wants.
Woodward: Youngster?...He's only a year younger than you are Mr. Fantastic?...?
Mr. Fantastic: I mean Youngster in his wrestling ability not his years of age. Only a Rookie would dare sit back and take wrestlers of the caliber of Griff Truxell and I so lightly. He thinks cause he's had one good romp in the championship bracket that he will win the match. Well, the ladders going up, and Mr. Fantastic is going to climb to the top for the unprecedented win. Cause in truth...Johnny Blaze might be alright...But he's not Fantastic. There's only one Fantastic wrestler here, and that's me!..Johnny Blaze....I'm going to walk down the aile, step into my ring, and listen to your knees knocking as I take you to new heights of elevation. After a match with me when I'm prepared, you will realize that I am the true test of power. And when I stand before you, you will finally understand what I'm talking about. Then I'll proceed to hand your ass to you, and when I slap on the Fantastic Figure Four...The move you say isn't that good....I'll listen to you scream for the mercy that I will never Grant you. Mercy is for the week...in business and in wrestling. You my friend, will find none in me. So Johnny Blaze, so far your career has been just that...A Blaze. You've set the Imperium Title circuit on fire, but now you've stepped up to the plate. You've stepped up to me.
Storm: You see there are wrestlers like you...
*holds his hands down a little...*
Storm: Then there are wrestlers like Julius, Jacob, Snatchman, Damm.....
*holds his hand above his head*
Storm: Then there is me...
*points to the sky*
Storm: Go buy yourself a rocket, fly past mars, hang a right at heaven and when you reach the pearly gates you know you've reached my door. You ask the question of how Fantastic I am? You're the one living in a haze from the blaze. *smirks*...So Tomorrow You will find out how damn, NOT DAMM, Awesome the Fantastic one Truly is..
Woodward: *coughs loudly to get the attention back on him*....That's all nice and well Mr. Fantastic...and I somewhat agree with you. He kind of underestimates you and Griff Truxell. But that's just the thing, you haven't mentioned one thing about your other opponent in the match, Griff Truxell. He's also a strong competitor.
Mr. Fantastic: Now would I want him in my employ if he was not a strong competitor. Now listen once, and listen good. This goes not only to you Woodward, but to Griff personally. You know that little deal I got you about clean slates, well, I think maybe you better take a good long hard look at that, and then the idea of a life behind bars, and you tell me what you think you're going to do in that match.
Woodward: Are you asking Griff Truxell to drop the match to you, and help you win???
Mr. Fantastic: Of coarse not, Woodward. I'm just telling Griff to think about what I did for him. Now I know Griff is a good wrestler, but business is business, and a man's got to do what a man's got to do. I will Griff, will you?
*The arena explodes into cheers and commotion down on the floor, so loud that it penetrates the sound proof office, that once before had kept the sound out. Johnny looks up from his position in confusion, and steps over to the window. The cameraman does so also. Johnny Smiles, as Woodward looks over his shoulder to see the members of KISS walk into the building, in full make up and costume. The only one not carrying their instrument is the drummer, who runs up the stage before the fans can grab a hold of him, and sits down at the drums. The rest of them take the stage, and Gene Simmons stands before the now Electrified crowd. The Pyro goes off, as Rob Zombie stays on stage, and accompanies the band with a guitar riff. It's "WAR MACHINE"! Johnny Lets out a laugh, and smiles as his theme music for SWA blares through out the arena type club. He pushes past Woodward and starts down the stairs quickly, followed by the cameraman. Woodward quickly runs down the stairs as well.
"Mr. Fantastic" Runs towards the stage and jumps landing on his feet right at the edge of the stairs. He high fives Gene Simmons in between a few riffs that Rob Zombie makes up for. Then Gene takes back over, and Johnny talks to Rob Zombie for a few minuetes. The music blares and the fans..groupies..and unexpected new arrivals because of the powerful bands up on the stage gather around to listen to the rendition from Kiss and Rob Zombie. As the chorus rolls around once again...Gene Simmons pushes the mic in front of Johnny's face...and Johnny bellows out the words actually quite good...mater of fact....Fantasticlly.
Mr. Fantastic: You'd better watch out....I'M A WAR MACHINE!!!!!
*Gene Simmons sticks out his long tongue standing beside "Mr. Fantastic" as Rob Zombie steps up and jams on the guitar. The 666 explodes again in the background, as Pyros go off all around the building. The Fans go completely wild as Gene takes back over the vocals. The Song ends, and the Members of KISS, along with Rob Zombie and his band, talk with Johnny who is laughing and appearing to enjoy himself immensely. He then walks up to the mic.*
Mr. Fantastic: Hello all....CLUB 2000...."Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm brings to you ROB ZOMBIE and KISS in the same show.....who do ya love...WHO DO YA LOVE!!
*The fans tear down the roof with the chant of Fantastic, which was a first for SWA Television. Fantastic smiles, and then notices Nate Woodward out in the crowd with the Cameraman. He smiles, and shrugs his shoulders, and looks back to the SWA camera and no other.*
Mr. Fantastic: And Fans...Tomorrow...On SWA's Wednesday Night Warfare....I take on Johnny Blaze and Griff Truxell in a ladder match for the Imperium title. I want all of you to watch, and show your support to the best damn wrestling Federation in town...THE SWA!!!
*The fans blow the roof off, as Rob and KISS start into another song, recognizably "Dragula" and Johnny Storm stays on the stage enjoying the music he brought to the show. He looks down at Woodward who smiles and shakes his head at the nonchalant plug that Storm had given, that probably reached about ten thousand fans all over the world. Woodward sits down at a corner table, and decides to watch the unique, possibly once in a life time event. The cameraman, deciding he's to old for the music, heads out to SWA head quarters to review the footage.*