Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 5:41:07 GMT
**The Alarm clock goes off in Johnny Storm's bedroom, and he snaps awake looking about himself, and then realizing that he was finally home. The Storm Mansion, a place where he could unwind, and feel at ease. If Chris Damm or Steven Fury tried an attempt on him here, it would be ill advised due to the high security measures that he's taken in making his home his only safe dwelling. He looks over next to him where Britney Spears lay asleep. Her breath is soft as she inhales and exhales. He stands in his boxers, and steps over to a stand up mirror across the rather large room. He looks at his chest, where Steven Fury placed the battery cables that sent a jolt through his body. Seared flesh is there, but nothing that won't heal up easily enough on it's own.
To bad that Storm's plans didn't work that way. Next time he got his hands on Steven Fury......Fury's wounds would not heal......they would be permanent. Storm then looks at his nose, which was just now comeing back into normal status, considering it was re-fractured by Chris Damm's second attack. Storm angrily turns away from the mirror and starts out the door. He walks down a long corriador that leads to a stairwell that winds down into the library. Here, from the ceiling down, Book Shelves spread across the wall, filled with several books. Some of the books are in under glass, seeing as they are worth a nice sum of money. Storm steps over to a book shelf at the far end of the room, and pulls on the book "Midnight In the Garden of Good and Evil". The book case the book is located on makes a creaking sound, as machinery is heard fireing up, and going into action. The book case opens, and reveals a room unbeknownst to any of the servants.....unbeknownst even to Spears who has taken an active role in Johnny's new life in the GWA.
Storm steps into the dark room, and with a flip of a switch, the lights come on, and so does the Five Thousand Dollar computer system that stands before him. The book case closes behind him, as he takes a seat. In front of him is the computer keys, with a 45 inch monitor takeing up a good portion of the wall like a movie screen, then to the right of him is a luxery 900 mhz phone, and stationary for notes. To the left of him, is a deluxe printer/fax machine, top dollar hardware.
Storm types in a few log in codes, and then sits back in wonder as to what his role in Saturday Pinnacle will be, despite his personal plans for the evening. He clicks on to the information satelite in orbit set up thanks to his Storm Corporation. He reads through the card not much interested in what he see's till he reaches his name. His teeth clench at the sight of his name beside Steven Fury's. He clenches even more to see the name of Chris Damm as his opponent, his supposed Tag Partner. He see's Mitchel Bleek's name there, but that hardly seems to matter, seeing as Damm and Fury are involved. He angrily sits back in his chair, and one solitary question comes to his mind?!?**
Mr. Fantastic: What the Fuck is Tyler Riggs Smoking?
**Storm leans forward to the keyboard, and begins typing something up. He goes to a few events he's been keeping tabs on. First off, he looks into "The Idol" Justin Garcia's financial problems. Then with a few keystrokes he brings up a contract. At closer inspection MJ Francis and Catherine Jones' names are seen signed at the bottom of this. It is the Circles agreement of Ownership....Chathrine Jones at the time CEO. Storm steeples his fingers as if in deep thought as he reads the sections of the contract. He frowns at the 35 day stipulation over who will lead the Circle in Jones' absence. Sinn Enterprises......Johnny begins to smile at what Fury had to say in response to his words of warning about Francis. Johnny looks over the contract once more, and then smirks at MJ Francis' smart ass demeanor towards Stacey Lynn Jordan. He narrows his eyes, and ever the businessman, takes the contract off of the screen. He turns to a piece of paper and jots down a few things. He then picks up the phone, and starts dialing in a number. After a few moments a female receptionist answers in a smooth calm voice...**
Receptionist: Hello..This is Landoo, Luckman, and Lake....How can I be assistance to you?
Mr. Fantastic: Yes...I need to speak with John Landou at once.
Receptionist: Do you have a scheduled appointment...Mr. Landou is a very busy man. He does'nt have time for every call that floats into the office.
Mr. Fantastic: This is Johnny Storm...I'm sure he will make time for me.
Receptionist: OH....OH...Mr. Storm....I'm....I'm so sorry. Let me patch you through!
**after a few moments of waiting, another voice comes across the line**
Landou: JOHNNY! What's up my man...what can I do for you?
Mr. Fantastic: I need you to patch me some information on Sinn Enterprises, along with their holdings, stock information, and what not. I want to know all there is to know about the Circle Television Network. I also need Bond Differentials, and a track of how much money they are making a year, and how much they are spending a year. All members involved, all wrestlers involved, and get me stats on those wrestlers. Get me stats on Nikki Silver as well. His association with The CTN and the Circle.
Landou: Whoa Johnny! What do you need all this for? I mean, this could take some time to come up with that much information. Are you planning any financial business I need to know about?
Mr. Fantastic: The only Financial business you need to worry about is Landou, Luckman, and Lake's Financial business. Johnny Storm doesn't answer to you remember.....You answer to him. Don't forget your house, your car, your job....is all because of Johnny Storm. I just want to know what kind of business I'm up against.
Landou: Very well Johnny...You know I didn't mean anything by it...I just want to help you further your assets.
Mr. Fantastic: That's what I pay you for John....now get on this...it's important.
Landou: Yes Sir!
**Storm hangs up the phone, and pushes the chair back into position so as to be in front of the computer screen. He continues typing, and soon brings up a bank account of one Chris Damm. He smiles at the password encryption as to where no one can tap into the untouched resources. After reviewing Damm's initial worth, he then clicks the mouse on an unseen link which takes him all the way to a pub just outside of New York owned by, none other than Chris Damm. Storm gets on the phone once again, and dials up a number. This time another receptionist answers in a more shallow voice.**
Receptionist: Hallo! This is the New Yark Health & Sanitation department. What can I do for you!
Mr. Fantastic: I wanted to report a bar for serving illegal substances.
Receptionist: What Kind of illegal substances?
Mr. Fantastic: Very Illegal if you catch my drift.
Receptionist: And where is this bar located?
Mr. Fantastic: on the upper-side of New York. You can't miss it. Salvador Blvd. You know...a real shit hole of a dive.
Receptionist: I always thought of that as a nice place. Oh well...in this city you never know. You have a good day sir, we'll check into it right away.
**Storm hangs up the phone with a smirk. Chris Damm was an asshole. He stole his belt, and tried to show him up, but it wasn't going to work. Not this time. Storm knows good and well the bar owned by Damm is a nice establishment, but that doesn't mean that this won't keep Chris or Alexis full of paperwork. The thought makes Storm happy, as he switches his chair back to the screen. A few keystrokes later, his eye catches Fury Enterprises. He starts into this browser, and Steven Fury's face appears on the screen. He is wearing a tux, and is doing a benefit. The picture makes Storm's lip curl up in disgust. He clicks off of it, and then turns his thoughts towards Pinnacle. Johnny Storm and Steven Fury. What in the hell was Tyler Riggs thinking.....Was he a jackass! Why did he keep having these forced Tag matches. It made no sense. At the time...GWA didn't make much sense. One thing remained the same though, Johnny Storm would make it to the top. Storm turns his chair towards the phone once more, and dials a number he knows in memory. A voice responds, and this voice is known as Tyler Riggs, President of the GWA!**
Riggs: Hello!
Mr. Fantastic: You know who this is, and I think you know what this is about?
Riggs: Ahhhh...Mr. Storm! I bet you're calling me about what the other three are calling me about?
Mr. Fantastic: Can you explain any of your recent booking actions as of late? Really? I mean, Chris Damm and Johnny Storm...Tag Team Champs. Steven Fury and Johnny Storm V.S. Chris Damm and Sebastian Boch. First off....what in the hell are you thinking? Why put two guys who hate each other in the ring together. Second, why would you set me and Fury up in this tag match, when you know...we HATE EACH OTHER TWO!
Riggs: Mr. Storm...you need to control yourself. I'm not a hard man to deal with. The reason I made these matches are simple. Ratings! It's all about this company,and making this company money. These GWA fans out there love to hate you, and they love to love Damm and Fury. Combine their loves, and what do we get..Ratings!
Mr. Fantastic: Despite who you cross? What the fuck are you trying to pull here mister? Don't fuck with me buddy, I don't play these God Damn Games, and I don't care about your rateings. I'm after one thing....
Riggs: Yeah...yeah....The Gladiator Title! Well....that will be decided soon enough...but on word of advice Mr. Storm....You don't decide who fights for that belt....I do. Don't Fuck with the boss boy'o. You might find more than you bargained for. You do your job...that is wrestling. I'll do my job.....and that's making money for the GWA. Thank you, and Goodbye!
**Before Storm can say another word, Riggs cuts him off. Infuriated he slams the phone down on the receiver, and leaves the confine of the secret office. When he returns to the bedroom, Britney is now awake, stretching in the mirror.**
Britney: So...Where did you go?
Mr. Fantastic: I went to take care of some business. Did you sleep well?
Britney: Like a rock as usual in this bed...now....what kind of business?
Mr. Fantastic: GWA business! Now can we get some breakfast and forget it for awhile!
Britney: OK...OK...Sheesh! I was just concerned! God Forbid!
Mr. Fantastic: I know babe..I know...It's just...I got a lot on my mind. Chris Damm, Steven Fury, MJ Francis, the Legion Tag Titles, The Gladiator Championship, and our Relationship.
Britney: I notice how our relationship came at the end of all that other stuff.
Mr. Fantastic: You know I didn't mean it like that Brit. I'm just tired right now, that's all. I've been running the company while I'm home, and then going to wrestle full time for the GWA slack asses! What a group of morons.....Tyler Riggs has blown a fucking Gasket. Do you know who I'm wrestling Saturday?
**Britney Shakes her head no**
Mr. Fantastic: In another mixed Tag Team Match....This time...I'm tagged up with Steven Fury....after what that Son of a Bitch did to me.....God Damn it whats the matter with this Federation?
Britney: And your opponents?
Mr. Fantastic: Chris Damm, and some cruiser weight...(sarcastically)OH EXCUSE ME....a FALCONER! I've never really paid much attention to this guy...besides he's named after a famous musician. Sebastian Boch? I could find out, I'm just not that interested. It will be the same deal as it was with Damm. Me and Fury will not get along worth a shit, but I'll end up saveing his ass from annihilation. But at the same time..... Fury...Damm....New Kid....Me. I smell set up! They forced us into this match, yet....Damm and Fury don't have to abide by the same rule Damm and I did. Damm's my opponent, but as far as I'm concerned so is Fury. I'm going to have to watch Damm on one side, and Fury on the other. Then the new kid. Where the hell does this figure in. God Damn it...this is a Fucking Conspiracy. This is bullshit. Damm is a Jackass, and Fury is a bastard. You know what you get when you cross the Two? (he asks Britney as if he's dead serious)
Britney: (looking at Storm strangely) What?
Mr. Fantastic: You get a Bastardized Jackass! This is not right, something has got to be done about this. Fury and Damm are contemplating something, and I won't fall for any more surprise attacks from these numb nuts. It's time to prove that I am the Lord of the Dance, and I'm not talking that River Shit Neither. Now....Lets get some breakfast..I'm starved!
**Storm walks past Britney, who strangely looks at him, yet follows anyways. The large butler already has a place set for them. Breakfast served. They eat in silence. Britney studying Johnny, and Storm studying the situation on Saturday in his mind.**
AUGUST 18, 2000 ARRIVING IN MARYLAND
**Britney Spears slides into a limo parked beside an airport runway, and "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm follows her. The limo speeds off from a crowd of wrestling reporters, and fans who love to boo Johnny Storm's antics. He smirks at the thought, as the limo sleeks in and out of street corners in Fredrick, Maryland. The somewhat chilly air causes Storm to breath heavily as he pours himself a Martini. The stretch limo soon finds a place to park, and Storm acknowledges the driver by handing him a fifty dollar bill. The driver smiles, as Storm and Spears head into a Four Star Hotel located in Mid-Town. They make their way towards the Honeymoon Suite, suitable accommodations for two lovebirds. The door is in a heart shape, with pink trim. Storm opens the door, and a bell hop delivers their bags to them, as they secure the three room getaway. They close all the windows, turn on the heat, and soon find relaxation in the heart shaped hot tub.**
Britney: WOW! This feels so good. Mmmmmm....we should do this more often.
Mr. Fantastic: Indeed Mrs. Spears...we should.
**Storm grins evilly, as he makes his way towards the almost naked Spears. She giggles, as he nibbles her neck, and ever so skillfully reaches around her back to untie the strap of her bikini. He slides it off, yet she is submerged enough where you can't see her fully. He kisses her neck a bit more, as he begins sliding down to the surface of the water. Just then....The phone rings....Storm ignores it, but it continues to ring until he finally flies up from the water, still wearing his trunks, and starts towards the phone. Hatefully he answers.**
Mr. Fantastic: HELLO!
The Voice Never Heard Before: He....Hello. Is this Johnny Storm?
Mr. Fantastic: Yes...NOW WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU? (Storm glances at Britney, who is raising up out of the water to adjust the way she is sitting. He hurriedly rushes through the conversation)
The Voice Never Heard Before: Well....This Mitchell Bleek.....a fellow GWA wrestler?
Mr. Fantastic: (now suddenly interested in the call) Yes Mr. Bleek...What is it that you need?
Bleek: Well....I have a bit of a problem. A situation if you will. (Henrey Navenport can be heard in the background yelling "get to the point!") Well.....**ahem**....I'm in a state of debt.
Mr. Fantastic: Go on?
Bleek: A state of debt that I can not repay. ( a sigh comes across the phone of sorrow and self pity)
Mr. Fantastic: Well...I think that we can work something out Bleek. I'll call you back later, and set up some sort of......arrangement. (evil grin)
Bleek: Thank you so much Mr. Storm. I hope you can help me.
Mr. Fantastic: I'm sure I can.....and I'm sure I will. (sadistic smile)
Bleek: Thanks again, goodbye!
**Storm hangs up the phone and starts to laugh. Britney looks at him in wonder, as he slides back down into the water.**
Britney: Who was that?
Mr. Fantastic: No one for you to worry about.
**Before Spears can come back she is stifled by Storm's kiss, which she takes over the argument any day. They continue this tongue lock, until finally Storm's head goes deep sea diving.**
AUGUST 18, 2000 AT THE ARENA
**Storm emerges from his limo apparantly alone this time. He starts towards the door, but before he can enter a GWA cameraman is already chasing him down.**
Cameraman: Storm!!! Wait up!!!!
Mr. Fantastic: What is it?
Cameraman: I need to cut an interview for Pinnacle!
Mr. Fantastic: You? (looks around) Where is Ross Bobby?
Cameraman: I don't think Ross Bobby will ever interview you again.
Mr. Fantastic: Sure he will....he knows where to find his ratings. But anyways...you want an interview huh? Well....I guess we can do that. Go ahead and get ready.
**The cameraman flips the on switch of the camera, and readies himself in front of Storm. Storm places an arrogant smile across his face, as the cameraman gives the cue**
Mr. Fantastic: Well....The day before Pinnacle. I'm sure a lot of GWA fans are thinking that I'm at my wit's end. I don't think so. Chris Damm and I are the Legion Tag Team Champions...and whether Chris Damm likes to believe so or not....He needed me to gain that victory. For a moment I thought he was actually going to let it go...but his obsession with me seems far from over. But Chris Damm and Johnny Storm's feud escalates tomorrow. I will step in the ring, and it's not going to be pretty. Chris Damm is going to get the beating of his life, and I'm going to make sure that I get the win over him.
Storm: Now, Sebastian Boch..I don't even know your relevance in this match. You are a Falconer who should be wrestling other Falconers...yet you've been thrown into this Heavy Weight melee with three guys who don't seem to like each other very much right now. So my only advice to you is....don't expect this to be your typical match...I'm not going to hold back on you cause you are Chris Damm's Partner....and Damm....I'm going to do something....something to get even...I...I just haven't thought of it yet. Now...To my own Tag Team Partner. Steven Fury...now why in the hell would Tyler Riggs put me with Steven Fury. Is he dyslexic. Did Hooked on Phonics not work for Riggs or something. Can he not read between the lines. WE DON'T LIKE EACH OTHER! I could understand a match between each other, but tagged together. Are you ignorant Tyler Riggs? Are you?
Anyways....Steven Fury...I suggest that you make the tags when you need to, cause I won't hesitate to tag you. I want to win....and I don't care what relationships you have with Damm now...or the Gay one you had in the past. All I care about is Gold...and success. To be Successful...unfortunately..will involve team work. So take it as you see it Fury, but please....don't be the backstabbing piece of Trailer Park Trash I know you to be. Let the rivalry take place, after Chris Damm is screaming from mercy in under my Fantastic Figure Four. A mercy that will never take place Damm, cause I show no mercy! Cause I'm the Lord of the Dance, and I ain't talking that river shit neither! I don't know what's going on in the GWA anymore...but rest assured...soon enough I will prove that I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and I will have Fantastic gold around my Fantastic waist. Damm...Boch....be prepared to be Fantastically Eliminated!
**Storm turns and walks away from the camera as if the interview meant nothing to him. The cameraman turns off the camera, and watches Storm enter the building. He warily slings the camera onto his shoulder, and enters a GWA report van, where Ross Bobby is revealed hideing out in the back area.**
Ross: Good job Duke!
Duke the Cameraman: No prob boss...so...are you going to ever speak to Fantastic again?
Ross: (squeamishly turns in his seat)..Maybe....one day.
**The scene ends as the Cameraman starts up the van, and they ride off into the sunset**