Post by Press1269 on Feb 7, 2016 4:54:11 GMT
*The lights go out for a full block in a Manchester neighbor hood, not far from Atlantic City, New Jersey. The SWA cameraman turns his head-lights on high as the street goes black around him, and Jay Leakey scoots up in the front seat of the 91' Bonneville. He squints his eyes, and looks about himself for Ocean View Apartments, Penthouse level, where he is to meet "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm for an interview.
The Bonneville finds its way into a parking place, on the road of Dillanger Drive, as people now start to take to the streets looking at the cause of the power outage. Jay exits the car, and looks around strangely, as headlights from all directions are now on high beam. He notices atop a roof, that there are figures apparantly mooving, and lights are eminating off of it. He squints his eyes once more, then leans forward to the cameraman.*
Jay: Hey! Lets go see what's going on over there. Get you stuff together, and get moving.
Cameraman: Good Deal Boss!!
*The Cameraman reaches in the back seat and looks about for all of his video equipment that is strewn throughout the car. He picks up the camera, and attaches a power pack, then exits the car, and follows Jay through the crowd that is looking at the light show on top of this building. As the two men reach the building, they see a man standing at the door, and rightly enough Jay see's a sign that says, "Ocean View Apartments" next to the building. Jay Smiles, and points to the sign.*
Jay: There's my boy!...
*Jay takes off towards the building, and is met by the door man who is wearing a red coat, and a black bow tie. He greets them with the usual, like nothing is going on, yet the whole neighborhood is in darkness. Jay shows him an SWA journalist pass, and the man allows him through, and the cameraman follows as Jay takes towards the Elevator. As they reach it, the Door Man steps inside, and tells them that they can't use the elevator cause of the power outage. They would have to use the stairs.
Jay nods, as he and the cameraman take to the stairs. Jay runs, the cameraman, a little overweight, trots breathing heavily. Jay appears on the penthouse level, as the cameraman comes along about five minutes later. When He arrives he see's Jay knocking on the door, that Johnny Storm is supposed to be in. No Answer!
Jay reaches for the knob, and as he twists, the door creaks open. Jay looks back at the cameraman, and raises his eyebrow in a, "should we" look. The cameraman shrugs his shoulders, and Jay nods, and then pushes the door open. He enters, looking around himself, and looking for a possible sign of "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm.*
Jay: Hey Johnny?....Johnny are you there?
*Jay starts towards the bedroom, where the door is closed, but is not locked. He gently turns the knob and peeks in. He see's a figure in the bed, and starts in. He starts towards Johnny, and sits down on the edge of the bed. He nudges Johnny Storm, who grunts like a female, and rolls over to reveal that it's Britney Spears, laying in a tight little nighty.
Jay turns three shades of read, and Britney screams loudly seeing Jay in the bed next to her. She rolls over and misjudges her closeness to the bed, and falls off the edge. She pulls the cover with her, and stands up quickly, pulling the covers around her.*
Britney: What in the hell are you doing here? DAMN IT! Wait till I get my hands on that Johnny Storm.
*She looks about herself, and then realizes where she is, starts looking for Johnny. She enters all the rooms of the Penthouse, and finally sits down at the bar. She shrugs her shoulders scornfully at Jay who is pale now, and seems to chuckle a little about the incident. Britney doesn't crack a smile. She impatiently looks about as if Johnny will appear out of no where, and then she has a look of "Bingo" on her face. She points to Jay, and then the cameraman, and makes a follow me motion with her finger.
The two do not argue and follow the beautiful young lady to a separate set of stairs, she then harshly points upwards, throws her nose up, and pushes past Jay who kind of likes it...The two men ascend the stairs to come out on a roof top. Spot lights are aligned on the roof all pointed at different positions causing the roof top to light up like a Christmas show. Over in the corner however, stands "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm, and Griff Truxell.
Jay raises an eyebrow at Griff's presence but sure won't shy away from a possible double interview. He starts towards the two men, who seem to be hovering over and around some sort of contraption.
It is a chair, with two leather straps on the arm rests, and two leather straps at the bottom of the chair where the feet would be. There is a huge metal domed object, with wires running all through it hooked up, and Jay figures out quickly, that it is obviously an Electric Chair. Jay takes a hard gulp, and watches as Griff works on the wires that extend into the back. Storm turns to Jay and smiles sarcastically as he always does, and starts towards Leakey.*
Mr. Fantastic: How ya doing Leaky, long time no see. What brings you all the way to New Jersey?
Jay: I was hoping for an interview if it's not to much trouble. You know, you being the number one contender for Snatchman's Survivor Championship, I thought you might have just a few comments on the subject of what it means to you to be Survivor Champion?
Mr. Fantastic: You know what Jay, that's all fine and good, and you got most of that question right, I would like to comment on what being Survivor Champion means to me. I am also the Number One Contender for that strap, but to say that the Survivor Title is Snatchman's belt, now that was just plain foolish Jay. As of Wednesday night, when Snatchman, once again, stuck his nose in my business and had the audacity to challenge me like I would back down to the likes of him.
Storm: Since that moment in SWA history that title has belonged to me. I am the one man who will do anything, and I do mean anything to get that Title. If by Hook or by Crook for that matter. You see, I think once again, cause I've not been here long, and I'm not kissing Julius Stryker's ass. Oh and while we're on that note, Julius...
*Flips off the camera, and then nonchalantly goes back to what he was saying*
Storm: ...People are starting to underestimate me Leakey. Why is that?
Jay: I honestly don't know how to answer that....Perhaps it's cause you've refused to wrestle in so many different matches, and you've bitched and complained about that damn contract that everyone's sick of hearing about it.
*Mr. Fantastic looks at Jay, who looks back and realizes he may be leaving with his head in his hands if he's not careful. Johnny's eyes are locked on Leaky now, and Jay humbly steps a few footsteps back, lowers his head, and lets out a peep...
Jay: *************Mumble***********
Mr. Fantastic: What was that Jay?
*The reporter clears his throat and makes eye contact*
Jay: I said, maybe they are underestimating you, cause you don't seem to be a threat, and they are foolish in thinking that their power will last forever.
Mr. Fantastic: Now that sounds more like it Leakey! Maybe you aren't shit for brains like everyone in the locker room says you are, after all.
*Jay looks at Mr. Fantastic questioningly as if hurt by that sentiment, and then he returns to the Journalist.*
Jay: So what do we have over here "Mr. Fantastic"? That appears to be an Electric Chair.
*Truxell looks up from behind the chair*
Griff: Oh yeah! He's a sharp one!
*Mr. Fantastic smirks and turns back to the chair, and then invites Leakey to step over to the death contraption. Mr. Fantastic stands next to the chair, caressing the wood with his forefinger, and then looking to the camera. He looks to Jay then, and points to the Electric Chair.*
Mr. Fantastic: The Electric Chair, invented by Thomas Edison. Ha...the father of the light. An interesting story falls behind this invention of execution. Allow me to tell you the history, Jay. Edison was propositioned by the New York City Correctional Institution to design an electric chair for execution. A small group of influential individuals felt that the present form of execution, which was hanging, was becoming out-dated and inhumane for a modern city such as New York at the turn of the century.
Storm: Following this proposition Edison flatly refused; he was devoutly in opposition to any forms of capital punishment. But after a few days of thought about Westinghouse's success with alternate current power systems and his steady decline in the electric light business he agreed to design an electric chair for execution but only with his competitors power source; Alternate Current. Edison told the correctional institution Alternate Current was so deadly it would take approximately 5 seconds to electrocute a man to death using 1,000 volts of alternate current. But the first individual that was executed in this new chair surprisingly did not die after the first 5 seconds of electrocution but was pronounced dead after 4 minutes of a steady stream of current into his body.
Storm: During this 4 minutes the convict started to smoke, both the hair on his arms and head ignited in flames and blood spilled from every orifice of his face. Subsequently this display of electric power was considered a horrible failure. How this all comes about you may ask, Leakey? Well, let me save you the trouble. You see, these chairs of execution were perfected, and the influential sciences of today have rigged them to pass great amounts of volts through the human body, to cause death. Obviously it didn't work on this first occasion, but don't get sick yet Leakey.
Storm: You see, In the Survivor Title match, Snatchman has decided to run his mouth about what he's going to do to me, and he wants to add to this drama by making the match a Death Sentence Match. Well that's just fine with me, because you know what, you've been hanging out at this museum of the torture devices and execution methods, well, there are a few you forgot to mention. A few that I think you may like Mr. Snatchist....
Storm: First, The Method of Skinning or Flaying someone. This is where the convicted were held down, and their skin was pealed away in strips, one after the other, until the pain of death, or the actual air touched the uncovered muscles. If the person lived, they were suspended Crucifixion style above the city walls as a reminder to others. Once dead, they were brought down for the next victim of the trial process.
Storm: Second, being blown from a cannon. The man is strapped to the end of a cannon, once lit the man is forced to listen to the fizzle of the wick that blows the man's midsection apart, and killing him most times instantly due to impact. In the unfortunate instance that the convicted lived, the dropped the body into the ocean, only to either die by drowning or being torn apart by the fishy's.
Storm: Third, The Spanish Donkey. A personal favorite of mine. A V-shaped wooden structure is made, and the person is made to straddle this object, as weights are tied to his feet, gradually stretching him to immeasurable amounts of pain, and finally, to the point of actually splitting in half.
Storm: Fourth, Ha! Torn apart by four horses. Each limb is tied to each horse, and as the executioner smacks the horses rear end I believe you can imagine what happens after that.
Storm: Fifth, The Cauldron....
*Storm smiles sadistically*
Storm: A steel cauldron, opening down, placed on the stomach with a small opening in the bottom. The cauldron is filled with rats, is burned from the outside, and the rats wanting to Survive have to find a place to exit. The only exit is through the mouth of the cauldron, which is pressed against the stomach, causing the rats to eat through the person while he is still alive just to escape their own death.
*Jay Leakey leans over with his head between his head, and the cameraman is pale as a ghost, as Mr. Fantastic explains the gruesome gestures of past times and sadistic torture and execution. Jay gags on his own puke, and is able to allow a little to escape. He raises up, and looks to Mr. Fantastic with scared eyes for the first time.*
Jay: What kind of man would study such a thing. I thought Snatchman was sick...but...but...b...
Mr. Fantastic: Shut Up Leakey! Now do you see Snatchman. DON'T YOU EVER ASSUME TO BE THE ONLY SADISTIC MOTHER F****R AROUND HERE! I think you people must all have Paulsey or something. Do I F*****G STUTTER! I said from day one, that I will do any God Damn thing for that Survivor Title. It belongs to me, It is my destiny. I've always been a champion, despite what some little shit thinks in the head office, and Julius any time bitch, I'll fight Terry Kenshin, but it will be Non-title and you ask me how I can say that Leakey? Do you really need to ask, Huh? Snatchman, you don't understand, I don't think you ever will. You're mine. You have talked with Miss Bitch 2000, The Whilted Rose, Reina Saiaki, and you two seem to think you are the shit, that you think that your somebody's.
Storm: The Stryker Service. SCREW THE STRYKER SERVICE!
Storm: Stryker..
*He points at the camera*
Storm: I don't work for you boy, I Work for Me! Me, the only thing that matters. You see you people have spouted your mouths off for a solid month, but have you stopped me yet. Hell NO! You think you can stop me Snatchman, cause when you step into the ring with me, and I send your 7'4 big ass down to the mat, you will not be able to say shit to me. You Snatchman are here.
*holds his hand around his chest*
Storm: Damm and Julius are here
*holds his hand around his hair line*
Storm: But to find me you better buy your ass a rocket ship, and fly it to the stars, take a right at Mars, and a Left past heaven, and when you reach the Pearly Gates, FINALLY! Finally then you've found "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. I will slap on that Fantastic Figure Four on you, buddy, and when I hear you beg for the mercy that I will never give, you will know! You will finally know, that I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and come Suicide, I claim the most Fantastic gold, to wrap around my Fantastic Waist. You, my boy, keep on underestimating me, cause that will make my victory that much more sweet. Be prepared to be Fantastically Eliminated!!!
*The Lights throughout the city streets suddenly flash on as if Johnny Storm had some how mystically brought them back to life. The people are back in their houses now, and Mr. Fantastic looks around the neighbor hood from his position. He looks over to Jay, who is looking at him like he's crazy. Then finally Jay brings himself back to the journalist side, and has to say something, A question.*
Jay: You are determined to win the Survivor Title, but do you honestly think you can match strength with Snatchman?
*Mr. Fantastic looks at Jay seriously for a moment, and then laughs out loud, and returns his gaze back to the town beneath them. He then turns on Jay wildly causing him to slip up and fall down into the chair. Griff pulls the leather tight around his hands, and Storm gets his feet secured, before Leakey even realizes what is going on. He starts to scream, but He receives a gag from Griff, who secures the metal dish that fits the human head perfectly. Storm smiles, and then gets right in his face....*
Mr. Fantastic: Jay....You're a good kid....but you have a lot to learn about this business, and men like me!
*Storm takes the controls in his hands, and while still down in Leakey's now tear stained face, he throws the switch...Leakey closes his eyes and awaits the surge.....but feels nothing...is this what death feels like he thinks...He attempts to open his eyes, and finds Mr. Fantastic's face still close to his smiling snottily.
He reaches up and smacks Leakey like an uncle may smack a nephew, and then pinches his cheeks with a smugness that couldn't even top the royal family of England. Storm turns, and starts towards the exit...followed by Griff who starts laughing deeply, as they go down the stairs.
The camera drops to the ground as the Cameraman free's Leakey of the Death Contraption. Leakey relieved pulls away quickly, and frightfully looks at the machine. He then see's the controls, and starts to laugh hilariously. The cameraman looks at him like he's crazy, and as he watches, he see's Jay pick up the controls to the chair, and he starts smiling uncontrollably.*
Jay: It was just a gag..*breathes heavily*...They would've never used this on me!
*Jay nonchalantly pushes the little red button, and flips the large handle of a switch thinking nothing is going to happen, but as the switch locks a Bright flash knocks Jay from the controls, and he backs up in horror as the Chair sparks everywhere, the lights below them start to flicker, and suddenly go out. The people can be heard in disappointment, as the Cameraman watches the chair spasm and spit lightening and snaps in the air as electricity meets the chairs structure. The Chair finally stops, and the cameraman nervously looks from the chair to Leakey, who is no where to be found. The cameraman drops the camera down to his side and looks around for Leakey. He starts walking towards the exit, and then trips over something, and does his best to save the camera equipment. He turns around to see what he tripped over, and see's Leakey's fainted body laying stretched out on the roof. The cameraman shakes his head, and drags Leakey to the car, and the Bonneville is on the road once again.*