Post by Press1269 on Feb 7, 2016 5:04:53 GMT
::Thunder shoot's across the sky, as a disgruntled reporter from the GWA, Leon Sphinx, drives his 90' Honda Civic down I-85. Down town Charlotte at this time of year was interesting. Dead of summer and in a drought, yet every day since he arrived it had rained. He glances at his clock to check the time....9:00 a.m. Realizing that he's late for his engagement, he steps on the gas pedal and speeds down the road. As he leaves the city limits, he comes to a more scenic atmosphere. He lofts his head from side to side for his exit, while watching the fields and fields of cotton.
He finally reaches the exit that takes him off on a secluded road, off away from the highway. After several moments, and about 15 miles on the road, he pulled up to a large gate, with a guard house off to the right. The guard steps out of the guard house, wearing a blue poncho, as it begins to drizzle. He steps up to the window of the Civic, awaiting patiently. Leon warily rolls his window down, and looks up at the towering figure.::
Guard: State your business and what Federation your from?
::Pushes his glasses up on his face::
Leon Sphinx: I'm here with the GWA, um. I was sent to get an interview with, um...
::Forgetting the name, Leon pulls out a parchment from his coat pocket, and carefully unfolds it. The guard squints his eyes, and the rain glistens on his cheeks. Leon reads the paper, and then looks back to the guard::
Leon Sphinx: I'm here to see a Johnny Storm. Yeah, that's it. He recently signed with GWA, and I was lucky enough to be sent all the way down to this place..(sarcastically roles his eyes)..and be miserable in this hot, muggy air. Man, I get all the low enders. And have you ever seen so many rednecks? Jeez, I thought that maybe in the Queen city it would be different, but this place sucks. Oh, by the way. My name is Leon Sphinx, and your name?
::squinting his eyes even more he allows a simple, sarcastic grin::
Guard: I'm Bubba, and I happen to be from Charlotte.
::Leon's eyes widen and his mouth drops, as the guard turns on his heels and walks towards the guard house. He picks up the phone, and says a few words. While looking at Leon from the booth, it appears to Leon that he says something about the reporter. Leon gulps as Bubba starts back out towards the car::
Bubba: Right this way Mr. Sphinx. You have a nice day, and enjoy your visit at the Storm home.
::Leon starts to open his mouth in apology, but the guard turns his back to him, and returns to the booth. He appears to push something, and the gate slowly creeps open, allowing a cryptic scrubbing noise as it opens. Leon puts the Honda in gear, and starts down the road. He see's nothing out of the ordinary, and no house in sight. Nothing but Cotton fields, and Corn fields which are not in season. After about two miles, he see's the signs of a house. As he continues, his estimations of a house turn to an Estate. But as he continues to go, and not get anywhere, the house expands a third time, becoming a full out Mansion.
Leon is in awe as he pulls around a circular drive out in front of the towering structure. A fountain is in the middle of the circle, and it appears to be a Greek god of some sort. He steps out of his Civic and looks about himself, at the luscious vegetation and garden off to his left. He turns to his right and he see's another drive way leading off to a separate building. From the looks of it, it appears to be a large garage, with glass displays of several classic cars.
He finally catches his breath and pulls out his brief case from the passenger's side. He then makes his way up the stone steps to the front double door entrance. He smiles as he reviews the carved English Oak with scenes from Greek Mythology. Before he can touch the door bell, the Giant doors swing open with ease. From behind them a rather large man stands at about 6'6, 365 lbs. He wears a tuxedo type suit, and appears to be the butler. He steps out of the door way motioning for Leon to step in.::
Large Man:(flashing a half smile) Master Storm is awaiting you in his office. Please...follow me.
::Leon nods his head cowering a bit from the brutish man. As the man turns to walk in a direction of the house, Leon see's for the first time the inside of the opening Enclave. He steps in to see a marble floor, with wide marble pillars holding up an 11" ceiling with a huge dome shaped window place so that light would flood the room. There is a huge stair case on further inspection right in front of him leading to the next level of the mansion.
Then, several doors spread all around him as he studies the magnificent tapestries, and the statues that seem to be worth quite a lot. Leon, then regaining his composure, turns to see where the big man had went. He see's the broad shoulders heading down a hallway, and he hurriedly strides to try and keep up. The large man leads him to a hardwood door, with a mahogany finish. The man knock's on the door, and then turns the handle to enter. As he does, Leon prepares himself by pushing his hands down the front of his suit trying to smooth it out. He then steps into the doorway, only to find a simple desk, a computer atop of it, a few office supplies, and a window, allowing the little light that is outside to pass in. The chair is turned towards the window, so that Leon can not see the man sitting in the chair.
Leon steps in, and the big man nods to him as he steps out of the door, and closes it behind him. Leon pops the latch on his brief case, and opens the top of it. He pulls out a portable stand and a smaller camera. He sets the stand up, along with the camera, and places a mic on the desk. He then pulls out a regular recorder and places it in his pocket. He then takes a seat from across the desk, laying the brief case in his lap, and pulling out a few notes that he had received on Storm's transcript. He then looks up, and almost falls over in his seat to see the chair already turned around.
Sitting across from Sphinx is a handsome young man. Jet Black hair hangs down around his emerald green eyes. He squints them, and then sarcastically smirks at the jittery reporter. His facial features flawless as he leans back in the chair. He is wearing a black silk shirt, with a flaming skull on the front pocket, and a pair of khaki slacks. ::
Storm: (Raising his eyebrow at Sphinx's Behavior) Did I startle you?
Sphinx: (Trying to regain his composure)N..No sir. I'm just a bit nervous. I didn't expect such surroundings.
Storm: My home does not please you. (sighs) That's odd, considering most judge the owner because he chooses to live in such lavish surroundings. What's wrong with a nice place to retreat to?
Sphinx: Not a thing, sir. That's not what I....
Storm: (cutting Sphinx off)Can we get down to business? I'm a busy man.
Sphinx: Yes, of coarse. (flips through a few pages of notes) You are Johnny Storm, right?
::Storm nods although a little irritated for some reason. Sphinx squirms seeing this.::
Storm: Yes, I am Johnny Storm. But a lot of people only know me as "Mr. Fantastic".
Sphinx: It doesn't say anything about that name on the itinerary. Hmmmmm....
::Sphinx looks up to see a disgusted Storm. Sphinx slowly turns on the camera sitting beside him, and looks back to Storm who has recomposed himself for the camera.::
Sphinx: Alright, GWA fans, I'm here now with one of the newest members of the GWA, a man who has wrestled in other federations such as the SWA and the GCW. We are talking to (Pause, looks at Storm...) "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. Now, Mr. Fantastic, what do you think of the GWA so far. You've been present behind the scenes a couple a times, just staying out of the lime light. So how is the GWA compared to other Federations?
Mr. Fantastic: You know Leon, you are right. I was in the back at a couple of shows, observing the matches on a monitor, and I came to the conclusion, that since no one had the foresight to come and do an interview me then, while evidently nothing important was going on in the ring, basically I wasn't impressed by any damn one of the pathetic displays of supposed wrestling talent, and that's a damn shame. Not Damm as in Chris Damm, whom I'm just not much interested in either. But rather than interviewing me live at Pinnacle and saving the show some ratings, we ended up seeing some one named Twilight come out and bore the fans into submissive sleep, and a brother/sister team going against two jack asses who couldn't even pull together one solid maneuver as a tag team cause they were to busy arguing back and forth.
Storm: The most exciting thing in that show was off camera, and that was the video me and the production girl made in a mail room somewhere in the arena. Now, what you "Wrasslers" in the GWA need to realize, is I'm not here to play games. I'm here to win. I don't give a shit about the Circle or the Collective, I don't give a shit about Steven Fury, I don't give a shit about Chris Damm. Oh and Starlight, Starbrite, who will bend Twilight over and fuck him tonight. But one thing I am certainly not going to give a God Damn about is knocking the proverbial piss out of one Alek Cage!
Leon: Speaking of Alek Cage, that is your opponent for this Wednesday's Insurrection. Do you have any plan of action on taking on this opponent. An opponent who has been having problems with his tag team partner and stable mate Logan Rockhound. An opponent who has on more than one occasion surrendered a loss to dish out some unnecessary roughness after the match is over.
Mr. Fantastic: Preparations? (sarcastic smirk) You announcers always seem to underestimate the new guy. I'm supposed to earn my keep. Build my way up through the ranks. Earn my title shots, and kiss a little ass to get the Main Event Spot. Well, (in a more hostile manner) Mr. Fantastic doesn't kiss anyone's ass to get a "spot". I don't have to beat the hell out of no talent jobbers to gain recognition. And I sure as hell don't need to prepare for what is already set in stone as victory for "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm.
Storm: Now I could have started off with all my credentials, and named off the countless titles that I've held, and the things I've done. The history I've made while you guys we're scraping the shit out of the crack of Tiberius Gallant, BUT NO! That's not the way it goes here. I'm paid to give you top notch interviews, and to give these people what they want, and that is top notch wrestling at it's highest level.
Storm: If that involves me taking a chair and bashing someone over the head till their freak'en brain oozes out, THAT'S WHAT I'LL DO! If that involves me suplexing someone off of a cage to the concrete below, by god it might kill both of us, but THAT'S WHAT I'LL DO! You people have absolutely no idea of what I'm capable of. I am here in the GWA for three things. Firstly for money, not that I need it, secondly for success, and thirdly, The GWA Gladiator Championship!
Storm: If you jackasses want to know what I'm capable of, ask some of the guys in the back that do know me. Steven Fury, Chris Damm. And if they tell you anything differently than what I'm telling you, then come get in the ring, and see what happens. I dare you, I beseech you! Step into my world.
Storm: Now, onto the latest victim, Alek Cage. Intense Alek Cage. You see, that's what the bio says, but from the past three shows that I've watched, I have yet to see a strand of intensity within him. He caused minimal carnage, and he drove someone through a table. This is supposed to worry me? I've caught people on fire, I've drove them through tables wrapped in barbwire, lit on fire, with bits of broken glass in under the table. I've taken abuse unlike these young men have ever seen.
Storm: Alek Cage you need to open your eyes, and stop worrying about Logan Rockhound, stop worrying about The Collective, and start worrying about what may happen to you once you step into my world. That mat is my home, and the surrounding arena is nothing but one big weapon. I'll use every bit of it if I can. I am here for Success Alek Cage, not to go under to people who think their "over" in Tiberius Gallant's eyes. You may have been in the GWA for a while, but be prepared to be Fantastically Eliminated. Cause I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and soon I'll have Gladiator Gold around my Fantastic waist. Welcome to the new Generation GWA!
::Mr. Fantastic eases back in his chair after the camera is turned off. Leon's eyes stay focused on the dismantling of the camera stand. Yet he feel's Fantastic's eyes leering over him. He places all of his belongings back into the brief case, and turns back towards Johnny Storm. Storm sits, eyes calm, and hands steepled as in thought. Leon is about to say something, as Storm holds up his hand in silence, and makes a dismissing motion with his hand. Leon nods, and exits through hardwood door. The large butler stands awaiting him, and leads him back to the front door. He exits the gigantic mansion, and slides into the seat of his Honda Civic. He takes out a handkerchief and wipes the sweat from his brow, and lets out a long sigh of relief. He pulls out the tape recorder in his pocket, and hits the play button. As he drive back down the long driveway. He listens to the interview and smiles, knowing that he just had a highlight in his career.::