Post by Press1269 on Feb 7, 2016 5:26:50 GMT
** A cameraman from the GWA scowers the night club scene of Buffalo, New York. Most of the GWA who were participating in Saturday Night Pinnacle had already showed seeing as how it was Friday. Several of them had plans to make charity events, and autograph signings, but one special appearance was going to be made at Club 2000 where "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm was going to bring a guest to dinner with him. The cameraman is already set up in front of the door as the recognizable Silver Limo pulls up to the entrance. The red carpet has been unfolded, and the limo driver steps over to the back of the limo, opening the door for the owners.
Mr. Fantastic Johnny Storm steps out of the limo as the local news, and magazine circuits go nuts for a possible interview with the wrestling great. Mr. Fantastic flashes a few killer smiles, before turning his attention away to help a certain young lady out of the limo. To everyone's shock and dismay, Johnny Storm's old flame....Britney Spears!!!
The crowd of reporters really go nuts now trying to figure out what the diva and wrestler are doing together again. Britney reaches up and whispers something to Storm who smirks as the cameras frantically flash.**
Spears: I knew I shouldn’t have let you talked me into this....and my agent warned me too!
Storm: I didn’t know this was about agents and paparazzi. I thought it was a little more personal than that.
Spears: Don't feed me that line of bull Johnny. We've been itemized as a couple three times now. Remember three's the charm Johnny, not four!
Storm: You're such a God Damn prude. You sing about love, yet you turn right around and deny it.
**Spears stops in her tracks**
Spears: Who invited who?
Storm: (a plea ridden look) not here. Not now...you know I invited you!
**She begins walking again beside Storm, and slips her arm through his**
Spears: You know....I always could manipulate you.
**Storm lets out a grunting laugh in response, as they reach the door, and enter the club. The scene is dim and smoke machines, lights, and people dancing around a stage flutter about the atmosphere. Storm and Spears take a seat at a table specially arranged for them, and their meal already out and prepared. The GWA cameraman is allowed to enter the bar after a few words of suspicion from the bouncer. He sets up a camera inside getting spectacular wide angle views. He then turns his attention to Storm and Spears. Storm notices the camera but continues his conversation with Spears.**
Storm: So why did we break up Brit? What was so horrible about Mr. Fantastic?
Spears: You tell me Johnny? You were the one who broke up with me. You said we didn’t have time for a relationship with my Music and you're Wrestling.
Storm: We don't....yet.....I do...sometimes..(a long pause)..Miss you.
Spears: Johnny I miss you too, but no, uh-uh, It isn’t happening. I've already been here on three other occasions, and I don't think so pal.
**The waiter comes up to Storm who hasn’t touched a bit of his food, as Storm leans back in a bit of discomfort. Spears starts to pick at her plate, as the waiter proceeds to find out what is wrong. Johnny then looks up at him, back to Spears...and then to the bar. He jumps up without a word, and starts over to the bar. The Bartender gains a huge grin as Fantastic steps behind the bar, winks and starts flipping drinks and putting on a little show. The people gather around and clap him on as he continues to mix and bartend drinks in a different manner. Spears can't help but let a smile escape her beautiful face.
She then stands up, and starts walking towards the large stage used for live performances. As she reaches the stage, she climbs onto it, the local band getting excited as she introduces herself as if they didn’t know her. She asks them some musical questions, and then before Johnny can finish his bar-tending tricks, Music flood's the club. The people turn from Johnny, and he to stops his jokes, and turns his attention towards center stage. She glides up to the microphone, the beat steady and unheard by the audience. She begins to sing, words no one had ever heard. A new song!. Storm follows her movements and her lips as she waves across the stage gracefully.
She sings about love in a monotone voice...the voice of an angel. She looks down at the audience when in reality she seeks out Storm. Storm's eyes catch her as she smiles, and he returns the kind smile. Her song ends, and the crowd goes nuts for more, but she simply steps down off of the podium, and starts towards Storm. She wraps her arms around him, and they hug for long moments. The GWA eats this up, as do photographers from People, GQ, and other magazines.
Storm and Spears return to their table, and the GWA cameraman decides to get a few words. He makes his way to their table, and sets the camera down on a stand he was carrying on his back. Storm looks up, and shakes his head no, but Spears nods her head for him to go ahead. He turns in his seat towards the camera and raises an eyebrow.**
GWA Cameraman: Did you happen to see Justin Garcia's interview where he had a few choice words to say to you?
Mr. Fantastic: Good Lord....Ross Bobby speaks better than you....and that ain't saying much, I can assure you. So you want a few words on Justin Garcia. Yeah, I saw Garcia's interview. So what....He's a drunk. It looks to me like he may have some money problems too. As you can see, I don't! You know if you are looking for me to make some sort of childish come back, because he made fun of my name, then you are sadly mistaken. I will allow my comebacks to be received with a win over him. Then what will he do. Make fun of me again I'm sure, but no matter how much he whines and cries, he will never be Fantastic. He's a gimp....a joke. I take no one lightly, and I'll treat him just like any other opponent. Just like I would treat Chris Damm for instance. I will walk that aisle....step into my ring...and proceed to hand him his ass, and slap on the Fantastic Figure Four, and I'll listen to him beg for the mercy that I refuse to give.
Storm: You see Justin Garcia is the type of rich boy that pisses me off. He comes out on national TV and runs his mouth about how much he has, when his sorry ass is about to be bankrupt. Just because I have a certain style about me, that doesn't mean that my in-ring ability is not the same as the other stars of the GWA. I can cator a fight to any damn one of the boys in the back, and maybe after tomorrow, you jackasses will see that. I am not here to be nice, I'm here for the Gladiator Title. I want that gold, strapped to my waist, and I want to make everyone of the Spam Sucking Trailer Park Trash Redneck Rejects we call wrestling fans see that I am the true definition of Champion. Justin Garcia can talk all the shit he wants, but come down to it..he's the same old Bitch. Face down, ass up taking it like a bottom feeding whore. I am the new wave of violence in the GWA. I've been a nice guy, I've been an asshole....but now...I'm going to be myself, and the GWA is allowing me to do this.
Storm: The Name is no gimmick. Cause I am Fantastic at whatever I do. I will teach these people a lesson they will never forget, cause I am the Lord of the Dance, and I ain't talking that River Shit neither. "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm is a name, The person is the new Evolution in Sports Entertainment. Damm can make a mochary of me, Garcia can make a mockery of me....but play times over. Next time they mock me....maybe I'll place my fist in their face, and mock them while they spit up their swallowed teeth.
Storm: You know what, It's fine with me if you people don't take me serious. That leads to my advantage. Disregard me. Make fun of me. Try and tear me up inside, it doesn't matter. What matters is my time in the here and now, The Gladiator Title, and me ruining as many of these wrestlers lives as I can. Cause they are the competition, and the Competition is to be Fantastically Eliminated. Garcia.....Darian Knight......I could care less what you think.....because when it comes down to it...I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and I'll have the Gladiator Gold, around my Fantastic Waist. Survive me if you can!
**Storm stands up with a hostile jerk, and pushes past the cameraman...Britney looks at the cameraman with a solomn look, and then jumps up rushing to catch up to Storm. The Cameras flash again as Storm bursts out of the club by himself, and the camera's flash even more when Britney rushes after him. He steps into the silver limo, and Britney hops in as quickly after him.**
Mr. Fantastic: The dinner is over Britney......You don't have to go any further.
Spears: (disregarding his cold tone, and looking into his eyes) Johnny....I went to deep when I was willing to talk to you on the phone....
**She crawls over the seats, and curls her body next to Storm's. After a few moments, Storm reaches down to touch her shoulder. She looks up at him, and he down at her, and the scene fades as they pull into a kiss.**