Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 5:39:38 GMT
**A young man wearing a GWA shirt sits in front of a circuit board, with several screens surrounding him. He constantly is tapping on the computer Keyboard in front of him, as GWA logos flash on and off the screen. The screens are nothing but video clips of GWA events and commercials. The GWA technician sips on his soda, and munches on some cheese and crackers at his side, when Ross Bobby walks into the truck. As Ross walks by he snatches one of the crackers, and pops it in his mouth. The technician looks up at Ross in a clenching manner, but Ross just smiles the cracker already devoured. The technician returns to his clicking, and Ross steps over to a VCR type contraption at the end of the room. He pops in a tape, and sits down in a chair off to the side. On one of the screens, "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm's interview is seen. On another right beside it, is Chris Damm's cryptic interview against Heavy Artillary. And finally on the end monitor, Steven Fury makes a mochary of Storm's name in his GWA interview. Ross smiles as the heated rivalry between Storm, and probably two of the most famous men in GWA at the moment. Ross in a contimplative moment, thinks about the case at hand.**
Ross' Thoughts: Was Johnny Storm just trying to jump on the coat tales of two of the greats. Was that what this really was all about. Storm barely mentioned the name Damm and Fury in his very first GWA interview. He seemed to do so in reference to the fact that he respected the two men. Chris Damm was the one who made the attack. He was the one who interfered in Storm's first match. Storm showing some brass, yet again made mention of Damm, but this time, much more than a respectful sentence. Yet again, it was Chris Damm who attacked Storm in a cowardly attempt at ending Storm's career. He attacked him from behind with a foreign object? Then performed the Last Call through Storm's own car.
Yet, Something that sent Storm to the hospital didn't keep him down. He returned to not only win his match, but leave Chris Damm laid out as well. Although it seemed inadvertent, Steven Fury was attacked as well, but Storm had a bit of shock on his face. That soon changed with Storm's repeated attack with the stun gun. Steven Fury somehow had now become more involved in this. Chris Damm went on in the first attempt at injuring Storm, to make a mockery of the wrestler, and he added Steven Fury's name to his own as the attackers. Then when Damm and his damsel were downed, it was Steven Fury who made an attempt to stop Storm. What was going on between Chris Damm and Steven Fury.
Further more, why was it that Chris Damm took a simple, respectful sentence in such a negative way. Storm had openly said that he did'nt give a shit about Chris Damm, and never tried to attack Damm. He never made it out that he wanted to fight Damm. BUT it WAS Chris Damm who made it obvious that he was the one who wanted it. Chris Damm instigated the fued. So who's rideing who's coat tales? We have to wonder? The truth being told, Steven Fury has just got caught up in something much more horrific than he really knows. Storm simply retaliated on Damm after not one, but TWO attacks made by Damm. Evidently, Johnny Storm, threatens Chris Damm in some way.
Yet, it is Damm who is claiming that Storm is trying to gain fame off of his name. Then why is it, that it is Chris Damm who is instigateing this fued. Why is it that Chris Damm is holding this grudge, this hatred for "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm?
For the supposed new guy, Storm has stirred things up in the GWA, like not even Chris Damm or Steven Fury ever dreamed of. Is it possiable that Chris Damm is Jealous of Storm? I find it very unlikely as he was the SWA's freightliner back when the SWA was great. There has to be a reason. There has to be a clue, and I, Ross Bobby, WILL FIND THE ANSWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!**Ross Bobby stands and starts out the door, seeking out Chris Damm who was heard to be lurking around the arena. The thought of another interview with Steven Fury had crossed his mind. He went to a trailer out behind the Portland Civic Center, where the GWA technicians and Television Crew's were camped out in about seven different trailers pulled by big rigs. When he enters the Trailer, it is obviously the Camera Crew's as video tape, and large cameras lay all about. Ross nods for one of them to follow him, which they do.
As they leave the sight, and start inside the Civic Center, they make idle chit chat with one another. The more they talk, they don't seem to realize where they are going. When they realize where they have wandered a chill runs over both of them. The Civic Center Parking-Lot looked abandoned. This is where so many sneak attacks have happend. In the parking area. Ross Bobby starts towards a door, and opens it to see.....A Broom Closet! It is filled with parking lot sweepers, and other things such as orange cones, and what not. Ross somewhat relieved to not find anyone on the other side, starts to close the door.
The sound of an engine screams through out the empty parking lot. The streak of red enters the parking area and slides to a screeching stop in front of Ross Bobby and the cameraman. The Car is a red 1966 Pontiac Firebird! The Driver is "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm!
Storm hops out of the window of the car seeing as the door's have been welded shut, yet you can't tell by the perfect craftsmanship that was used to do it. Storm walks around the car seemingly angry about something, and Ross Bobby starts to revert back to the weakling reporter afraid of everyone. Then something inside of Ross say's, "hey, ask the questions, get the answers. Be the award winner!"**
Ross Bobby: So "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm, what brings you to the Portland Civic Center...Here for another interview? I caaaAAAANNNN!!!!!
**Before Ross Bobby can finish another word Johnny Storm grabs him by a hand full of hair, and by the leather belt he has holding his pants up, and slings him blubbering into the broom closet. He slams the door on Ross, who is now heard moaning in pain. Storm turns to the cameraman, points to the car, and starts towards the drivers side. The cameraman, looks at the door, where now Ross can be heard beating on the inside for help. He then shrugs his shoulders, and climbs in through the window, putting the camera in first.
Storm sitting already in the drivers seat, throws the car in reverse, speeds backwards to perform a reverse 180 degree turn, then hits first gear and guns it out of the parking lot. His hand moves quickly as Fifth Gear is found in under 7 seconds. Storm seemingly knowing his way around Portland, zooms in and out of back alleys, and side streets until finally he slides to a stop at an abandoned Shipyard. Storm looks around the yard from his drivers seat, as if looking for someone, he then pulls himself up and out of the window of the Firebird. He motions for the cameraman to follow, and he does so. Removing himself first, then his camera equipment. He follows Storm who walks towards the edge of the cement wall, where an ancient ship is docked, rusted, and rotting. Storm looks to the cameraman and gives him a signal that he is ready to speak. Seeing this the cameraman turns on the camera, and prepares to film**
Mr. Fantastic: (a very calm, serious, and collected voice) Steven Fury....what makes a man think that they are Main Event quality. Is it their own personal ego's feeding them this line of bullshit, or perhaps it comes from a higher source. Perhaps it comes straight from the mouth of MJ Francis. The thing is Steven....Francis' opinion should not matter to you Fury. It is your peers that should influence your thoughts. Yet time and time again, I see you walk out from the back as if you are somebody that deserves the cheers, the screams, the adoration of these wrestling fans. They see their hero....their Icon.....their gravity in a seemingly Helium induced world. Their Vision of Steven Fury is very different than my Vision. I see a 7 foot high, 355 pound, walking load of shit!
Storm: Your name is Steven Fury, yet the only thing infuriating is your lack of mic skills when shooting a promo. Steven you have built this image of perfection in your mind....These people cheer you cause you are a good wrestler. It is in the cards for you to play the hero, because that's your personality. Your wrestling DRAW as it is put is nothing short of pathetic. You cator to Spam Sucking Trailor Park Trash, and you try and do anything to make them scream your name. You have been sucked into the same thing that ate up wrestlers like Kevin Nash, like Ric Flair, like Dusty Rhodes. You have the Hogan Syndrome. You think because these fans cheer you, that you are the number one reason they watch GWA television. You think because your T-shirts sell well, that you are the one that should be on top. I don't really care about all that, besides the fact that the person who would believe this bull shit needs a serious ass kicking. What I do care about however is the Gladiator Championship. I bet...NO! I know you think that only Steven Fury can hold this title, cause Steven Fury rules the GWA! Well if that is true, then this federation will die a rather slow, horrible death. Much like a Lepar! Soon enough the limbs will all fall off, and the Championship everyone is after, will be nothing but undisturbed dust, on the rotting corpse of Steven Fury. GOD'S GIFT TO WRESTLING!
Storm: Fury....you can come out here on national TV and make fun of my name as much as you want, but that will never change the fact that you can not win. You can pin me for a 1..2..3. (slightly more agitated and loud) BUT YOU CAN NEVER TRULY WIN! Yet, someone has pumped your head up with the useless nonsense that you can win this battle. That you can out wit, out think, out maneuver "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. Maybe it's the GWA fans. Maybe it's Tyler Riggz. Maybe it's even Steven Fury's own ego. Steven you prattle on and on about "Making John Boy Famous". And then you go into your famous line...."It's Time for a Dose of Reality!"
Storm: Well it's true Steven...It's time for a dose of reality. "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm never.....and I mean EVER...Needed a deluded, mind boggeling, number one Cock Master like you to make him famous. I never had any intentions of attacking Damm, or you. WHO ATTACKED WHO! I mentioned you out of professional respect for the roles you played in the SWA. I asked only the same professional respect. I stated, and I quote, "I don't give a shit about Steven Fury, I don't give a shit about Chris Damm". I wanted nothing to do with you. I targeted out the wrestlers on the Low Card. Working my way up to the top, but who attacked who. FURY? WHO? Chris Damm stepped down that ramp, and in an attempt to humiliate me. He tried to break my nose, and make a mockery of me. What happened Fury? Did I sit back and make fun of Damm. I was infuriated. I did'nt make fun of Damm, I simply put it like it was. Next show, What HAPPENS FURY! A Sneak Attack with a board. You spoke about real men in you're pathetic excuse for an interview.....WHAT KIND OF MAN IS CHRIS DAMM!
Storm: On two occasions, CHRIS DAMM, has attacked ME! Yet, he's the pinnacle of all goodness. He's Miss GOD DAMN AMERICA! Chris Damm and Steven Fury are both jokes, and they have two very destinct likenesses. They listen to fluttery headed women who are with them so they can make the Wrestler's money...THEIR MONEY! Now I've heard all this shit before Damm...Fury. You'll make eager little come backs, and play right into my hands. Damm will probably attempt to attack me, and Fury, you might too. The truth is, when it's all said and done? I Don't need either one of you Jack-Asses to get over. Never did, Never will. I am the Lord of the Dance, and I'm not talking that River Shit Neither! I will never need to cop off of someone elses name. It seems to me, since you jackasses made the initial attack, that you need "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm, not the other way around.
Storm: I guess I mentioned the SWA because I loved the SWA. Chris Damm, at one point you were the Heart and Soul of the SWA and that's why I showed you that respect. NOW...NOW you two have started a war over a simple interview to introduce myself to this dump of a fed. RIGGS book me with Damm, We will win that Tag Team Gold and it won't be a matter of teamwork...IT will be a matter of Two superb athletes kicking the shit out of Gutter Trash! Damm and Fury, I still respect your ability, but your ethics are a different matter. The SWA is truely dead, and no revamps are going to bring it back. Now is the GWA. The new evolution in Violence. Fury, you say you rule the GWA.........I deny that statement, cause if it is true, then it's time for a new ERA of VIOLENCE! You two wanted this, You want Johnny Storm in your face, behind your back, kicking your ass! You got it. Cause I don't start this shit, I finish it.
Storm: If that means me Shocking some little ring rat ho who jumps on me to save her man, then that's what I'll do! Damm you were SWA's pulse, but now...You've stepped into my world...and I've decided that by the time I'm through......YOU WON'T EVEN HAVE A PULSE! Steven Fury....You say it was my mistake for not finishing you off? I didn't finish you off cause you were once an ally. Once a behind the scenes pal. Now.....You want to stick your head so far up Chris Damm's ass, that you can't see the blinding truth. Which is, neither one of you are all that damn good, let alone Fantastic. Johnny Storm will always be a thorn in your sides, and I'll see you both perish before you knock me off of the top. Your days are numbered children.....Soon, you're careers will be just like this shipyard!
**storm opens his arms in a 'come get some type manner' and the cameraman pans out to the full effect, allowing the viewer to see all of the dead ships, none of them seeing the ocean in a long time.**
Mr. Fantastic: They'll be just like it....Rusted up, old, dead peaces of tin that no one remembers. No one except for the people who put them there. I'll remember you Chris Damm, and you to Steven Fury. I'll remember you after your dead and gone, and I'm standing over your grave casting the first shovel full of dirt. There is no escape. There is no way out. The time has come for the Wave of Violence that I posses to be unleashed on the GWA. It's time for the one and only Master of Destruction to do what he is known so well for doing.
Storm: On one final note....MJ Francis....you talk about what real men are. As if you know. I have more money, more notarity, more God Damn class than you or any other Circle Jerking Jack Asses that you have had the pleasure of Fucking! Lets face it MJ, isn't that what you are good at. Cause word in the back says, You sure do have a pretty mouth. The truth is you built your fortune from going fed to fed, fucking around, and moving on. Fury, you better watch your assetts...both of them.....cause after that blood sucking bitch gets done with you....she'll move on to new meat. But don't come here MJ, cause this bank does'nt accept checks made out for the cause of Dick Sucking. Damm, Fury...be prepared to be Fantastically Eliminated. Oh yeah...and before I forget.....
**Storm extends his fist out at the cameraman who jumps back afraid, but then zooms back in on the fist. Johnny gets a sarcastic smile on his face, as his middle finger slowly extends.**
**Johnny turns away from the camera for a moment, seeming refreshed after unloading the verbal assault against Damm and Fury. He starts towards the Tempest, and the cameraman follows behind him. Storm jumps up, and leg first slides down into the drivers seat. He turns the key, and the engine ignites. As the cameraman goes to get into the car, Storm looks up at him with raised eyebrows and a questioning facial expression.**
Storm: And where are you going?
Cameraman: I Have to get back to the Civic Center. The show has to be ready to roll by tomorrow.
Storm: This is my problem how?
Cameraman: You....You......You can't do this to me!
Storm: Sure I can!
**Storm steps on the gas, and the car screeches off down the abandoned straight away. The camera, left in a cloud of dust coughs, and curses. He then pulls out a cell phone. When asked where he is...he looks around from side to side, and has a terrified look on his face.**