Post by Press1269 on Feb 7, 2016 5:18:23 GMT
AUGUST 9, 2000
**Johnny Storm's Private Jet soars somewhere across the mid-west, destination Buffalo, New York. Mr. Fantastic looks out one of the port type windows, as he sits stretched across a leather couch. His thought's wander aimlessly as he calmly sips a martini. The stewardess, wearing a skimpy uniform asks if he would like anything else, to which he shakes his head 'no' in compliance.
He looks over at the television of Wednesday Insurrection, and he grimaces at the punch he received by Chris Damm, and rubs the cast on his nose. He takes the VCR remote in his hand, and rewinds the tape back to where Damm is entering the ring. He freeze frames, and studies the serious demeanor of Chris Damm. A wicked smile flashes over his face, and he drops it as the stewardess once again enters the area, wiping off the mini-bar, and other various things.
He allows his eye's to slowly drift up and down her body, as she bends over to clean the bottom shelf, and her panties stick out from in under her short uniform. Fantastic smiles, knowing if he wanted to, he could have her in anyway he wants, but he turns his attention back to the tape, and his face goes solemn once again. His thoughts drift back to Chris Damm**
Storm's thoughts: Damm, everyone seem's to be afraid of Chris Damm. I really don't see why. He is a former SWA Survivor Champion. So what? This is not the SWA, and certainly isn't the same playing field. Yet Chris Damm is the same. I meant my comment in a friendly gesture. Yet he took it as a sign of me trying to get a cheap pop. Well I don't need Chris Damm or Steven Fury to get a pop. Me smacking either one of them across the head with a steel chair would do the Job. But I don't have a beef with Fury. Yet he and Damm seem pretty close all of a sudden. Although they are pitted against each other in this Tag match. Last time I checked my files, I never saw where Chris Damm was part of the Circle. Yet Damm is with Trace VanReardon? And what's with Fury? He and M.J. Francis are tight all of a sudden. He could just be giving her the bone, but I kind of doubt it. There is a business transaction being fulfilled. I can smell the money emanating from it. But why? Steven Fury is a crowd favorite. Of coarse, so is Chris Damm. If they go with the Circle, that group will be the undisputed power source here in the GWA. I don't think I can let that happen. Yet how will I stop it. Perhaps I can contact...
**Storm's thought's are cut off due to the plane's Cellular Phone ringing. He takes the phone of the receiver and places it next to his ear, wondering who would have this number.**
Mr. Fantastic: Hello?
Unknown Voice: Yo Fantastic. Long time no see. I heard your sorry ass retired! (a scratchy laugh ensue's afterwards, that Storm recognizes as the one, the only....Griff Truxell!)
Mr. Fantastic: Well, Well, Well. This is truly a surprise. What's up Griff. Where you been hanging your hat these days?
Griff: Tornado Wrestling. The only Federation that matters. Why don't you come on down. We could have some fun, like the old days.
Mr. Fantastic: Normally, I'd consider that offer Griff, but right now, I got bigger fish to fry.
Griff: Do tell! and who's that?
Mr. Fantastic: The one guy who ducked me at every turn in the SWA. Chris Damm.
Griff: (another scratchy laugh) I don't remember Chris Damm as a guy who ducked people!
Mr. Fantastic: Maybe not. I don't care. All I know is on occasion I offered an alliance that he didn't even recognize. And on occasion I offered a wrestling match that he never even recognized. Either way, me and Chris Damm never locked horns in the SWA, but I guess here in the GWA that's a different story. Did you happen to watch Insurrection?
Griff: I was flipping through the channels and that's all that was on, so, yeah, I saw him break your nose.
Mr. Fantastic: HE DID NOT BREAK MY NOSE! He merely fractured it.
Griff: Oh, my bad! (the scratchy laugh is really loud this time)
Mr. Fantastic: You know, Griff, You really are an asshole!
Griff: (in a shocked, mockingly hurtful manner) Aww, I'm sorry, would you like for Griff to kiss it and make it better? (serious now) So anyways, what are you going to do about it?
Mr. Fantastic: I'm going to do what I always do. Think of a way to stay one step ahead of him. Until finally, I find the key to mentally breaking him down. Then, while he's weakened, destroy him physically!
Griff: You know, Storm, You are one guy who's never backed down from a challenge. You got more in you than you ever show on camera when it comes to actually fighting and putting on a Hardcore performance. Why do you act like this snobbish prick? I understand gimmicks, but come on?
Mr. Fantastic: Apart of me is this person Griff. It prepares me for what is to come, the inevitable battle that I must fight. My journey in life is already set, and no matter where I am it stays the same. I have to become the Gladiator Champion. It does'nt matter where I go, or who I fight. It's always been my supreme goal. You see I'm rich already. I don't need the money. I hurt people, I destroy their lives, just for jolly's, pure and simple. The truth is, "Mr. Fantastic" is more Johnny Storm than anyone really knows. Chris Damm has made a mockery of that, and I plan to give Chris Damm what he deserves.
Griff: You know, you and Chris have more in common than you know.
Mr. Fantastic: How in the hell do you figure that?
Griff: Wellllll, Chris Damm was screwed out of his Survivor title reign. You were screwed out of the Survivor title when you faced Snatchman. Chris Damm has a very strong temper. You have a very strong temper. Chris Damm is all about money. You are all about money.
Mr. Fantastic: Yeah, but I was born with my money. Chris is still trying to make his fortune. So where are you going with this Griff?
Griff: I'm just saying that maybe you guy's got more in common than you think. So...why are two superstars trying to tear at each other, rather than getting together to form one hell of an alliance?
Mr. Fantastic: Griff, You tell me buddy, but all that stuff doesn't matter right now. I have a fractured nose, and I got punked out in my first GWA appearance, because of Chris Fucking Damm. It doesn't matter why or when, Chris Damm is going to get what's coming to him.
Griff: Well Johnny I can honestly say you are one of a kind. So you're going to take it to Damm all by you're lonesome, and what about the Circle,and Steven Fury, and Alexis? It's not like when I was in the GWA or the SWA, Johnny. You don't have any friends. Steven was a one time deal, and he may have called you up to get an audition for GWA, but it's business Johnny. And I know you know business. Steven's got something going on with Damm, and you might get more than you bargained for. I'm not saying you can't take either one of them, one on one, but there is obviously a connection. Add in the Circle, something is definitely screwy!
Mr. Fantastic: And you're happy where you're at Griff, without "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm?
Griff: You know Johnny, you're always welcome in my home, and I can get you in here if you want...but don't even for one second think that I'll let you talk me into coming back to the GWA. You are good, but not even you're that good.
Mr. Fantastic: (somewhat chuckling) You dislike it that bad huh?
Griff: Lets just say GWA is a thing of the past for me, But it is you're future. What'cha gonna do with it Johnny? That's up to you? Well I gotta go, Keep in touch Storm. We are still pals you know.
Mr. Fantastic: Yeah I know, Griff. I'll get together with you sometime when our feds are in the same city. We'll catch up on old times.
Griff: Cool deal. Alright I'm gonna Jet. See ya!
Mr. Fantastic: See ya, Griff.
**Storm hangs up the phone with a half smile on his face, and returns to his thoughts**
Storm's thoughts: Man it sure was good to hear from Griff. It brought back some good memories. To bad he won't come back, we could make one hell of a team. (chuckles to himself) He made some good points...yet I can't just turn my back on what Chris Damm did. He made a fool of me on national television. Of coarse I guess I made a fool of myself, trying to bring past relationships into a new business environment. I knew better than that. But the time for would'a, could'a, should'a is over. It's time to simply do what I do best, and that's eliminate opponents one at a time.
**Storm picks up the phone once more, and dials a number. It rings for a few moments before a receptionist picks up the phone**
Female Receptionist: Hello, this is GWA Headquarters, How can I help you?
Mr. Fantastic: Hello dear. This is "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm, and I need you to send someone right away to the Charlotan Grande Hotel in Buffalo, New York. I have a few thing's I need to get off of my chest.
Female Receptionist: Very well Mr. Storm, someone is already on their way to that vicinity now. What time do you want the interview?
Mr. Fantastic: The minute I arrive at the Hotel. Have them waiting in my room! Thank you and good-bye.
**He hangs up the phone before she can say her parting words, and pulls out a lap top computer from the side wall. He hooks the jack up to the outlet in the side of the plane, and turns on the system. As he get's online, he type's in his pass codes. He then goes to the former SWA files on his computer. Here he brings up a file on Darian "Moonlight" Knight. He studies the written bio, and then switches to live video feeds of Knight. The scene fades**
AUGUST 10, 2000
**A Silver Limo pulls up in front of the Charlotan Grande Hotel in Buffalo, New York. The driver jumps out from the side door, and opens the very back door. "Mr. Fantastic" Steps out and starts into the Hotel with a purpose. He zooms in and out of the Check In station, and starts up the stairs to the Huge Glass Elevator. He steps inside, hitting the number for the Penthouse Level. The Elevator slowly climbs up the wall, finally reaching it's destination. As the doors open, he steps into a rather large living room, and a kitchen can be seen from here, along with several other rooms leading off in several different directions. Sitting on the velvet couch is a cameraman for the GWA, and GWA Reporter Gary Howard. Gary stretches himself out over the couch, and looks up to see Storm who doesn't say a word.**
Howard: So where do you want to do the interview?
Mr. Fantastic: Out on the balcony please. Let's get some fresh air.
**Storm steps out of the double cina-cut glass doors. He steps over to the edge of the balcony, as Gary Howard calmly walks out and sits down in one of the metal chairs on the terrace. The cameraman sets everything up, and nods to Howard to go on his cue.**
Howard: This is Gary Howard here with the GWA at the request of "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm, who has invited us here today to his lovely Penthouse apartment, awaiting Saturday Pinnacle where he is to meet Darian Knight and Justin Garcia in a Three way match. Now Johnny Storm, as of late Chris Damm has come out to attack you in you're very first match-up in the GWA. How do you feel about this?
Mr. Fantastic: I will get to Damm later. Right now, I want to address the two opponents that I will be facing at Pinnacle. Now, Justin Garcia, I have yet to hear a peep out of you. You have not said a word since the time I've been here. Perhaps you were awaiting someone to address you. Well this is what I'm going to do. Garcia, honestly, I've never even heard of you. I don't care where you come from, I don't care what you're going to have to say in response. The Honest to God Truth, I'm probably going to stomp your ass in the very beginning of the match, to which the crowd will probably cheer, cause this has nothing to do with you. Justin Garcia, you plainly suck.
Storm: This whole match has got to do with me and Darian "Moonlight" Knight, who I've never faced before, but have seen in action. I remember him slightly from another federation, and I remember he was a talented cruiser weight, but you see, I am a Heavyweight. Now true, I just barely come over the mark, but I'm trying to figure out why they would put me in a cruiser style match when I am not a Cruiser Weight, or excuse me, Falconer! But if it's high flying skills that these fans want to see, they will not be disappointed. Darain Knight, however, is not even an official member of the GWA roster, yet he's been put in a match with me and the twerp.
Storm: You see, I don't get the relevance. Please clarify to me, Terry Rigg's, what this match has to do with me moving up in the world? I'm going to drop these guys like pancakes in the Fantasticator, and then proceed to slap on the Fantastic Figure Four and listen to them beg for the mercy I am not about to give them. Why am I going to do this? Cause, simply put, I am the Lord of the Dance, and I ain't talking that River Shit Neither.
Storm: That ring is my home, and it's time to show off some skills. I can't do that with Alek Cage, and I can't do that with Justin Garcia. But Perhaps the savior of the match will be when Darian Knight and I decide to hook up. Him being the nice guy he is, will try and out do me in a couple of quick speedy maneuvers. Then as Darian thinks he's accomplished something by showing his quickness, I clip his oh so precious knee. Then what? I take a chair, and I place his leg inside the seat of it, and then I proceed in stomping the shit out of it until the bone pierces clean through the skin. Then, I take the injured leg, and Finish it with the Maneuver that some call out dated, but I call still effective. The Fantastic Figure Four.
Storm: People Like Darian Knight who can fly and jump around like a jumping bean, and people like Chris Damm who think their impressive power and height is something to regard with fear, need to take a look at what really matters.
Storm: Chris Damm, I want to know what all that power and height is good for when I shove my thumb into your eye, and scoop it out onto your Chris Damm Shirt. Then I drop down and deliver a sharp shot to the nuts, and you're dancing around like Tonto around the fire. And to top it all off, I drop down and deliver a drop kick to your Knee Cap, takeing you off of your feet. Then your Power, your Height. your Speed don't mean anything. You'll be just like all the rest of my victims. Your back on the mat, staring up at the ring lights, with one leg hooked for my victory. You want to play games Damm, then play my game. Step into my World! For you will soon learn, that I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and the Fantastic Gladiator Gold will soon be around my Fantastic Waist.
Storm: Now, Darian, this is not a threat, just a warning. At this time I'm a bit, how should I put it? (thinks for a moment) Disturbed. You see, I'm sure you and Garcia think that I'm going to worry about Damm during our match, but I can assure you, I will be with you boy's every step of the way. I am not concerned with Chris Damm, yet. His will come later. Yours begins Saturday.
Storm: This will not be an easy victory. Darian, I take no credit away from you..you're accomplished, but you sure as hell aren't Fantastic. There's only one man around here that is that, and that's Me! Knight, Garcia...Be prepared to be Fantastically Eliminated!
Howard: Well..you know so far you've put Chris Damm down, and you've somewhat given Darian Knight you're approval as a worthy opponent. But it sound's to me like your going to totally disregard Justin Garcia, and I have to say I see that as a mistake. Never underestimate anybody!
Mr. Fantastic: You know what, you may be right Gary, but so far I've not seen anything out of Garcia. Matter of fact I bet Garcia has been on his back more times than a Varsity Cheerleader on prom night! If Garcia is something to take in consideration, don't worry, I'll judge that when he shows me something. Now I've said my peace, please leave my presence. You're starting to piss me off with your ignorant assumptions.
**Howard starts to move towards Storm in a threatening manner, and then he see's something out of the corner of his eye. He looks out far away from the building to another building close by. It appears a reflective object continues to cause a flash. Gary steps away in a gasp. He grabs the cameraman by the arm, and jerks him off of the Terrace. The door is heard slamming, as Johnny Storm turns towards the flashing light he had noticed before Gary Howard had even realized. He looks narrow eyed at the flashing light, and simply smiles a sarcastic smile. He turns and walks back inside, as the glare seemingly goes away.**