Post by Press1269 on Feb 7, 2016 5:03:03 GMT
** In the beginning of his life, Johnny Storm has had the money to do anything he wanted. It wasn't till he arrived in the SWA where he found that money can't buy everything. Those who say that Money is the root of all evil, are the same people who wish they had money. It's hard for Johnny Storm to understand all of the worlds problems, cause Storm doesn't have to deal with them. Perhaps if he had hardships as a child he would be different. Perhaps if he hadn't had everything handed to him he would not be this snobbish asshole type character that he has become.
Perhaps even Johnny Storm would have had some common decency. Who is to say though? His Parents? Dead and forgotten. Other Wrestlers? They are just as bad if not worse. God? Something people follow for comfort. Satan? Something people believe in to take the reason away from themselves. Nothing could prepare Johnny for what would happen in the SWA. Nothing could have prepared him for this new feeling. Something that he had never felt before, something he had never needed before. Something that finally identified himself with every other person on this planet.**
HATE!
MEMORIES, SWEET MEMORIES: February 28th 2000, Storm's second time on SWA TV.
(After an eventful Warfare, and after Storm had just nailed Jacob Stryker in the back with a shovel.)
Mr. Fantastic: Just a few words huh? (smiles again sarcastically) Well first off I need to get something off my chest. Chris Damm, let me be the first to welcome you back to the SWA..I don't know you that well, but it appears that we have a lot in common. First off we both want that Survivor Championship, Second..we are both gunning for Jacob Stryker. So it is truly up to you my friend, do you want the Most Fantastic Wrestler in this franchise pitted against you, or put beside you. Your choice should be clear, but if it is not, let me make it clearer. You can either help me eliminate the Stryker Service, and beat the hell out of Jacob and Julius, or I can turn my attention on you, and then take care of the Strykers. They are nothing to me, and truly neither are you...but in this world you must have alliances, if not anything else. Call them what you want, but they are a chance for us to team together, eliminate the problem, and then turn our attention to what we want. The Survivor Championship. If that means that we have to turn our attention to each other so be it. As long as a Stryker doesn't hold the belt.
OH HOW SWEET THEY ARE: March 2, 2000
(after a brutal attack by the Stryker Service, not by one, but by all. In mid interview with Jasmine McDonald, field interviewer.)
Storm: You see, I'm going to give you the interview Jasmine, The interview everyone else wanted to speculate on, but didn't want to take. The Events of Wednesday night were heinous, and I guarantee you will not go unanswered. The Stryker Service as a whole had to bound me, beat me, and try and embarrass me on national Television, I state again, an already injured man. You see, Snack man, or Snap Crackle Pop, or whatever you call yourself. You did a very good job of beating a man that is not your size, with the help of Terry Kenshin. Along with the rest of the God Damn Stryker Service . Reina drove her car, and then Snatchman decided to have a little more fun at my expense by trying to be little Blair Bitch. So we go through this scenario, where I have a camera on my head, and I get beaten again, after already suffering a beating by two of them, along with my already severe injury. He further proves his cowardice, and sexuality by pulling my pants down, and then his own...*he hears Jasmine Snicker..and pauses...the silence frightens her back into silence, and she contently shuts up*....and you made it look like you were...deflowering me like a prison movie. You simply did that for the ratings and my embarrassment. Which you got a good rise out of...*Jasmine Snickers again at the word rise*...I bet the Stryker Service are feeling really good about themselves right about now. Sitting back and laughing it up at my expense, because I attacked their golden boy. The Survivor champion. Who just happens to be a Stryker. Jacob, you say your injured, and you don't have to wrestle. I say it, and I get a notice. I obviously don't need the money, but it inspires me to kick a little ass. Don't you worry my friend, I will meet you soon enough...as I will meet everyone of you in the Stryker Service, but there are Three...*holds up his hand with three fingers sticking up* Count them Three...of you that will pay the most. Snatchman..You will be first...and I guarantee when I'm done, you won't be embarrassed, you'll be down right humiliated. You my friend, are going to realize who I am first hand. You think what you did was funny, that just because you have a size advantage that I'm scared....Well..you have been mistaken. I will show you, the true meaning of the word humility, and when done, you will revere me as a God. You can quote me on that my dear Jasmine. Now, onto Terry Kenshin, I don't know you, I don't care...You dare to take part in such a cause, and you will feel the wrath of a God scorned. You see, You my friend are a no body, the reason the Stryker Service want rid of me, is to keep them on top. It won't matter, It won't happen, and I will see to it. One way, or the other. I am officially back on the roster, I am officially making this challenge. Power Trip is to late, I didn't want to wrestle then anyways. But..Warfare, I want you Terry, one on one, cause I don't think you got what it takes, and I know that your not Fantastic enough to pull it off. Quote me on that Jasmine McDonald. And of coarse, lastly but not least...Reina Saiaki...*pause as in thought* You don't realize what you've gotten caught up in have you. You think this is just another shit eating wrestler, trying to take over when he hasn't been here that long. Well my dear, you will soon find out that you and your Stryker Service are the ones that have messed up. You are the ones that screwed everything up. You have stepped on the wrong toes, and the you need to take you third class attitudes, and take them away from this World Class Athlete. I guarantee that you will be made to realize this mistake, and you will have to wait and find out, what I'm talking about.
CONTINUED CONFLICT: March 23,2000
( In an interview with Jasmine McDonald after a defeat over Snatchman.)
No matter how you look at it Snatchman, I proved that I am the most Fantastic wrestler in this industry. You spoke about me not acknowledging your intelligence, or your athleticism. Well, I say that it was you that underestimated me. Or at least that's what Evangelion is thinking now. *smiles*...You see, I did not plan for that to happen, but since it did. Hey why not pay the person who had the insight to do so. So Evangelion, this money is yours, and I'll tell you what, Beat the hell out of Snatchman later on, and I'll give you the same sum doubled. *looks back to the camera and puts the money away.* Snatchman zero, Johnny Storm one. You lost, take it like a man, and not the sniveling bitch that you are. Ahhhh..but don't think that I'm done with you. That was merely the first part of it all. Your defeat. You must pay more than that. Your disgrace against me is still fresh on my mind, but I'll wait till I make the other part of your punishment effective. Now on to Reina Saiaki. You my dear are quite interesting to watch in action, and as I see you drop that Majestic title on Warfare, I really did feel for you. *claps sarcastically* You my dear need to get over yourself. You want to move on to bigger and better things...Ha..Until you move up to me, you will forever be second best. That's right, stay in your Tag title bracket. You've held the Majestic title, why wait. Make your move on the Jugular. Jump on that Survivor Champion. *smiles* ahhhhh yes! I forgot. Jacob is your friend, and fellow Stryker Service member. You can't have bickering with in the group. God forbid! Reina, how long are you going to let them hold you back. You see what you said was the truth, You Stryker Service combined are the best in the SWA, but with my defeat over Snatchman, I have sealed my fate in the SWA. And that is greatness.*holds up his contract* Two things will come out of this contract. One, I will be allowed to accept and decline all challenges. I can't just be thrown in a match. Ahhh...but..*smiles*...I also reserve the right to put in stipulations as to what type of match. It gives me the freedom to accept a challenge, or turn it down. That way, I am the bargainer, not the other person. *smiles* As I said before, Snatchman, Reina, Terry...how long are you going to be blinded by Julius and Jacob, not to mention Tymolin. The reason they compiled the best, was not for strength in numbers, but to keep you from fighting them. They are the enemy. They hold all the cards. Can't you fools see. Your blindness for the almighty Stryker name is astounding. Stryker, I refuse to allow you to blind the wrestlers of the SWA any longer.
AND THEY CONTINUE TO FLOW THROUGHOUT TIME: April 25, 2000
(The interview before the Snatchman/Storm match up for the Survivor Championship)
**Over in the corner however, stand "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm, and Griff Truxell. Jay raises an eyebrow at Griff's presencebut 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. 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*...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?
Jay: *clears throat and makes eye contact*....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.
Griff: *from behind the chair*...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 (hanging) was becoming out-dated and inhumane for a modern city such as New York at the turn of the century. 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. 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....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 this drama by making the match a Death Sentence Match. Well that's just fine with me, because you know what, you've been handing 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....
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, brought down, for the next victim of the trial.
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.
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 unmeasurable amounts of pain, and finally, to the point of actually splitting in half.
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.
Fifth: The Cauldron....*smiles sadistically*...A steel cauldron, opening down, placed on the stomach with a small opening in the bottom. The cauldron 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, 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 legs, and the cameraman is pale as a ghost, as Mr. Fantastic explains the gruesome gestures of past times, 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. The Stryker Service.... .SCREW THE STRYKER SERVICE! Stryker..*points at the camera* 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*, Damm and Julius are here *holds his hand around his hair line*, but to find me...You better buy your ass a rocket ship, and fly your ass 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....that will make my victory that much more sweet. Be prepaired to be Fantasticlly 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 buisness, 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 sneedly. 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 spasam and spit lightening and snaps in the air as electricity meets the chairs structure.*
THE TIME HAS COME
THE PLAN WILL BE REVEALED
AND THE VIOLENCE CAN NOT BE MEASURED
THIS IS YOUR HISTORY......AND YOUR FUTURE!