Post by Press1269 on Feb 7, 2016 4:56:19 GMT
*Jasmine Mcdonald steps into her '99 Mustang convertible. She places her hand on the gear shifter, as her other hand turns the key in the ignition. She is at a Hilton Hotel, and is heading for the airport to catch a plane that is going to Honolulu, Hawaii. The SWA's next big event, Wednesday Night Warfare.
The event she is leaving in New Jersey, was one that no one would ever forget. Johnny Blaze had attacked Griff Truxell, who went on to still retain his Imperium title, which he will defend against Johnny in Hawaii. Then Reina Saiaki and Chris Damm went on to a time limit draw in an unforgettable match up for each others respect. But the most memorable match from last nights event, was when "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm, finally showed the world, that he was the main event that he had been preaching about as He took Snatchman to the brink of insanity in the match of the century.
Snatchman was left in an electric chair, that almost killed him at the hands of Storm, and Terry Kenshin left Storm laying on his back when the event cut off, thus the match set at Warfare...."Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm V.S. Terry Kenshin. The fans were in utter dismay at the display, and only the SWA could put on a show of this magnitude. Only the SWA could take the sponsors to the level that they are now at, despite their warnings of Editing the violence.
Jasmine is thinking all this, as she places the Mustang into Reverse, and she backs out of the parking space. She throws it in first, and it hums as she moves forward, throwing it into second, then third. The top is up, and relatively dark in the car, although it is noon. The light rain hits the windshield, as the wipers streak them apart and away from vision. Jasmine, leans back in her seat and relaxes a little just as an unexpected hand on the shoulder reanimates her into a tight ass.*
Jasmine: AHhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!...What the hell?
Voice from Back seat: Calm down Jasmine, I just need to talk to you...and no one else will interview me...
Jasmine: ...Johnny.....Johnny Storm is that you back there...
*Storm jumps from the back seat up to the front, and leans back in the soft leather. He smiles sarcastically over at Jasmine, who rolls her eyes, and continues to keep her eyes on the road...she can't help but let out a little smile.*
Jasmine: I bet no one will interview you when you put our top Journalist in an electric chair and could've very easily killed him if you had thrown the wrong switch. So, yes, I can see why no one will interview you. Your a loose cannon Johnny. What happened to you out there? I mean, I understand the competitive spirit for a prestige title, but I mean, come on. You Fantastic Plexed Snatchman, and slapped him into a live Electric Chair, then threw the switch. If power hadn't been pulled, he could have very well have died. Then this thing with Terry Kenshin. What's the deal?
Mr. Fantastic: My dear, is everyone in this federation as undoubtedly deaf as you seem to be? I honestly can't believe that I'm going to have to state this again...I can't believe that you people out there don't get it. I am here for one purpose, and one purpose only, and that is for that SWA Survivor Championship. That title means more to me right now, than any man or woman that happens to get in my way.
Storm: In the beginning of my career here in the SWA, I wrestled a man named Johnny Blaze. Someone who I didn't even realize I was wrestling until I was shoved out onto the walk way. From day one, Stryker and company have done their best to screw me over and hold me back. HA, the next week taking the loss to Johnny Blaze in stride, I ran over Jacob Stryker with a shovel. The next week, I was attacked by Snatchman, and Terry Kenshin, Stryker Service members. Then later thrown in the back of Reina Saiaki's car, and driven to the woods, where I was thrown out on a curb, and taken God know's where by Snatchman, who did what we all saw him do to Damm.
Storm: There, I admitted it. That doesn't make me a queer. I was bound by my hands, and Damm was nearly unconscious. Snatchman wanted to prove a point, to make a statement. That he was the toughest, sickest son of a bitch, ever to walk this earth. However, he had yet to realize my full potential. With that one act, he thought he had bested me, and I vowed revenge on all those involved. Snatchman, Reina Saiaki. and Terry Kenshin. But the list does not end there. Jacob Stryker must pay, because it was because of him that this all came about. His disrespect for me.
Storm: But lets take it even further Jasmine. Lets take this to the very top of the heap, where it belongs. The man who gave the order, and on more than one occasion, said he would have the Stryker Service hunt me down. I think cause he's too chicken to step up to the plate himself. Julius "The Idol" Stryker!
Storm: Now here is a man who has come out and abused his power time and time again. Someone who believes that he is the best thing to ever grace this federation, when, in reality, that one superstar would have to be...
*He pauses dramatically and flashes a sarcastic grin*
Storm: ..ME! Fantastic is as Fantastic does, and I Fantastically did what I said I would do. I handed Snatchman his ass. I don't even know who in the hell that ref thought he was, trying to throw the match out. IT was no DQ in a freaking cell. The only, and I say the only way to win, and the only way to lose, was to put the opponent into that Electric Chair, and flip the switch. Which if I may remind you, Jasmine, I did.
*He sarcastically smiles, and seems to have a gleam in his eye*
Storm: Which brings me to my next point. I. Am. The Survivor Champion.
Jasmine: The match was thrown out Johnny. I'm sorry, and I understand the rules, but it's over. You didn't lose, but you didn't win either...
Mr. Fantastic: But I did dear. Despite what that numbnuted Ref says, I did exactly what the stipulations of that match states you must do to win. I put my opponent in the chair and flipped the switch. That big ass was too concerned with Terry Kenshin, who I haven't seen in three weeks, and I capitalized on it. I am the Survivor Champion. But do you know why I don't have that Gold around my Fantastic waist, Huh?
*Jasmine gives a look of stupidity*
Mr. Fantastic: Because of Julius Stryker. He sent Terry Kenshin down there to get that belt, even though I won it, fair and square I must say. And it was Julius Stryker who threw aside my contract deal, despite the stipulations that I won from the last time Snatchman and I encountered each other. Julius Stryker is a cheat, a despot. He is not worth the air he is given to live. Julius, you know your facing Damm, and who do you pit him against? Reina Saiaki, in a very hard fought match, and a match where it was obvious Reina was trying to hurt him intentionally.
Storm: You my friend are pathetic. The fact is, you have no prayer of stepping up to my level, cause your so far behind me, that you could never catch up. Cause lets face it, Julius, you're alright, but you're Not Fantastic! Now, since I'm scheduled to wrestle Terry Kenshin, and it is non-title, since I'm the Survivor Champion. And right now it appears that Kenshin has my belt, I suppose I will have to do what I do best. I will walk that aisle, step into that ring, and in front of the Honolulu fans, I am going to hand Terry Kenshin his ass, and right when I feel he has had just enough punishment, I will slap on the Fantastic Figure Four and listen as he begs for the Mercy that I will never show him.
Storm: He is a martyr. A pawn of Julius, and I shall say that I am a pawn of no man. I am the original player of the Game of Human Chess. I will position myself upon you Julius, and it all started with Snatchman, who you sent against me cause of your retarded deformed brother. It will end with you licking the very boots, that just kicked your ass. MY BOOTS!!
*He grits teeth a little*
Storm: Terry Kenshin, you just don't seem to get it. You think you can prey upon the Predator Supreme. The most Fantastic Specimen of a finely tuned athlete. You will soon see Terry, that you are here
*holds his hand low*
Storm: Damm, Julius, Snatchman are here
*holds hand above his head*
Storm: But me, buy your ass a rocket ship, fly that bitch to the stars, take a right at Mars, take a left past Heaven, and when you reach the Pearly Gates, you will know that you have come to the level of "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. Terry Kenshin, this is not me underestimating you my friend, so don't take it as such. I'm sure your abilities are great. Why else would Stryker send you after me? But the fact is, I'm too much right now for you to even consider. In your eyes you view me as another opponent, in my eye's I view you as a stepping stone to gaining my Survivor Championship, and to knocking down Julius Stryker's door.
Storm: Terry you don't have much of a prayer, let alone a fathomable chance...Cause I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and soon I will strap on my Fantastic Survivor Gold, around this Fantastic waist. Terry Kenshin, Be prepaired to be Fantasticlly Eliminated.
*Jasmine smiles, and slips her hand in her pocket, turning the tape recorder off in her purse. They arrive at the airport soon after the interview, and She smiles, as she locks up her car, and prepares to take the keys back to the rental place. Storm steps out of the vehicle himself, and dusts off. He starts towards the terminal, and Jasmine soon runs after quickly.*
Jasmine: Hey Johnny!!! Where you going? Do you not have a plane ticket to buy or something..?
Mr. Fantastic: *chuckles*..Plane ticket?....*chuckles*...Darling I have my own private Jet, which Truxell should be waiting on right now, that is, if he's back from the hospital from that shot Johnny Blaze gave him. Speaking of Johnny Blaze, didn't he call me a bitch in his interview. Well, let me name off some names and address them properly Jasmine. Get that camera guy out of line and over here for SWA TV. The world needs to see this.
*Johnny Storm starts jotting stuff down, as Jasmine pages a Cameraman...from with in the complex...one appears, all SWA stars waiting on a plane to Hawaii including interviewers, announcers and cameramen. He sets up his gear, prior to the call from Jasmine, knowing she must have a scoop. The Cameraman is a little squeamish, remembering last time a camera was on him, but he films anyways.*
Jasmine: Anytime your ready Johnny..
*Storm clears his throat and looks into the camera.*
Mr. Fantastic: Now, I have but very few comments on the recent events of the SWA, and the roster....
*He pulls out the list that he was working on*
Storm: Here is a list of the following people that I need to address; Snatchman, Reina Saiaki, Terry Kenshin, Tym Stryker, Jacob Stryker, Johnny Blaze, and of coarse Julius Stryker.....
*He smiles sarcastically, and slowly raises his hand out in front of himself, extending his birdie to the cameraman, through the camera..*
Storm: Those are my comments to you people...Thank You!
*Jasmine can't help but smirk, and the cameraman is even heard chuckling, as Johnny Storm stands up and walks away from the camera and Jasmine McDonald. He is followed all the way past the security gate, to the runway, and to a Silver Jet, with stairs up against the side of the hatch. He ascends the stairs, enters the hatch, and a butler is seen pulling the hatch too as the scene fades*