Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 5:43:24 GMT
**Johnny had been on the phone for hours now. Britney Spears sat draped over a couch reading a wrestling magazine, and wearing a pink, low cut, form fitting dress. She stood up, and stepped over to the window, and looked out from 35 stories up in one of the biggest office buildings in Charlotte, NC. She turned to the glass door that was part of the actual office space in Johnny Storm's office located at the top of the building taking up the whole floor. The office was small...but outside the office was the minibar, couch, big screen T.V., pool table, hot tub, and other various play items. Spears sat down once again with a disappointed look on her face. She had been waiting here for two hours now...what could be so important to Johnny Storm?**
INSIDE THE ACTUAL OFFICE
**Johnny Storm sits in a custom leather computer chair, with a huge mahogany desk in front of him. The office is not decorated....it is not a place he comes to for play time. He holds the phone up to his ear, as he is leaned forward, elbows on the desk, and listening contently to the other end.**
Storm: I don't care what GWA says....It's still my name...It's still my image...and I want a profit off of it if they try and sell it. Is that understood?
John Landau of Landou, Luckman, and Lake: Yes Sir! Now...onto more business....you handed over 20 grande to Mitchel Bleek? What the hell was that about?
Storm: He needed a favor...and I want something that he can provide me. Business made easy. Besides...I wipe my ass with 20 grande!
Landou: But....Johnny..you shouldn't just flaunt your money like that...your a powerful man when it comes to money, and people will easily drawn to that money. This could cause more problems, than it does solutions. Greed can corrupt people into biting the hand that feeds them!
Storm: Yes, John, but let me remind you that I'm not your average Billionaire. I'm also in the entertainment business. People are going to know I have money..it's to much apart of my image just to give up now. I mean come on...this is a joke. Anyone who would send a corporation head to head with me has got to be idiotic. I may not have all the money in the world, but I know that I'm pretty God Damn close! Just take care of my assets, John. I'll take care of wrestling, and the Storm Corporations business.
Landou: I can do that Johnny.....you take care of yourself, and tell Britney I said hello.
Storm: Will do John.....see ya later.
**Storm puts the phone down, and as he begins to stand up, it rings once more. He looks down at the caller ID that's built into the phone and it comes up with a Brett Adams. He smiles at the name....He had met Brett at Yale while he was attending collage. They had done all the collage things that are mentioned in the movies. Gotten drunk, puked, partied, went wild on campus.....but then when Johnny met up with Crazy Jay from the TCWF they began to grow apart. Johnny went on to a wrestling career...and Brett on to.....lord knows what. Storm slinks back down into the chair, and lifts the phone up from the receiver.**
Storm: Hello.
Adams: JOHNNY!! WASSSSSUPPPP!!
Storm: WASSSSSUPPPPP!!!!!
Adams: God Damn it's been to long brother...what have you been up to these......four years?
Storm: First off...how the hell did you get the number....Second off...what the hell have you been doing for four years?
Adams: Well....I got your number from hacking into the GWA files....I've been in and out of trouble...and well...I guess you can say that I've been up to the same old Adam's tricks.
Storm: Still computer hacking....I swear my friend...I'm born into money, I have a huge computer energized company, and you could have your pick of any job you want...yet..you want to hack yourself a fortune....which if your not careful....will end up hacking yourself into jail. Do you even realize that it's Illegal?
Adams: Not if they don't catch me Storm....Not if they don't catch me. But I've got to get this off my chest......dude.....You are dating Britney Spears!
Storm: Yeah...for the fourth time! and what of it?
Adams: Dude...I want to fuck your girlfriend! I mean....what do those tits look like? Mmmmm I bet there perky....
Storm: Man...what the fuck do you want anyways...surely you didn't want to talk about my girlfriends breasts?
Adams: Dude It's Britney Spears...is her tits not enough justification for this phone call?
Storm: You've got about five seconds before I hang up on your ass!
Adams: OK...OK....Jeez! Well...first off I've got to say one thing about wrestling....do you stuff your trunks with a tube sock? And Second......can we get together for some buisness?
Storm: Well no is to the first question...and yes is to the second question. What Kind of business pray tell?
Adams: I've got a friend I'd like you to meet. He said he wants to meet you...and I said I could arrange it.
Storm: It's not a fan is it...if it is Brett i'll kick your ass.
Adams: It's not a fan....matter of fact it's someone you know my friend...but I'll see you then dude!
Storm: You never named the place or time...come on man get with the program...I don't have time for this bullshit!
Adams: Jesus...you've changed Johnny. You used to have fun for a living...and not give a fuck what anybody thought or wanted. What happend to him...you are acting all serious now...like you've gotten into the swing of being Mr. Professional.
Storm: Well things change Brett. I've got a corporation to run..and a career to think about. I don't have time like I used too. I've grown up. Anyways...How about we meet at the Marriott and we'll have dinner. 7 p.m.
Adams: Alright...cool. Um...will you bring Britney?
Storm: NO! I'll see you then...I've got business right now.
**Storm hangs up the phone, and finally is done with all the last minute details of the afternoons business. He's ready to call it a day. He stands up, and rounds the desk to exit through the glass. All of a sudden the fax machine begins to beep, and paper starts coming out of it. He turns to it with a watchful eye. He wasn't expecting anything today. He makes his way towards the machine, where he see's that there are 45 pages to be printed. He thinks to himself, "oh great" as he turns, and starts out the door. Spears is waiting for him when he enters.**
**Storm smiles at her dark sun tanned skin, and her shining blue eyes. She watches him step towards her, and sit down behind her spot. She quivers as his hand runs across her back, and his lips touch her neck. He then leans back on the couch, pulling her down on top of him. She snuggles into his chest, and she feels the hard muscles holding him together. He flips on a switch, and the room dims, and the TV turns on. He watches a few old tapes...tapes he hadn't watched in a long time. Then he came to a tape he had long forgotten. One that featured Brett Adams and himself at a party.
The scene opens up with Brett running down a hallway, someone with a home camcorder following him. He laughs drunkenly as he points to the door at the end of this hallway. The door is opened, and Johnny comes running through wearing only his boxers. All of a sudden, a large man comes stalking through cursing at a loud measure. The scene fades to black. A scene breaks into the middle of the same party, as Johnny Jumps over couples making out on the couch, and spilling beer as he rushes through the kitchen. The camcorder rushes after him, until they are finally out of the house and somewhere in the street. Brett can be heard laughing his ass off in the background, as the large man from before explodes out of the back door after Johnny.**
Big man: Come back here you SON OF A BITCH! That was my girlfriend Mother F*@$%R!
Brett: DUDE THAT WAS TO FUNNY!! HAHAHAHAHAAH!
Big man: SHUT THE F@$K UP YOU LITTLE FAG!
Brett: Whoa man....I didn't mean anything by it...I mean he was just fucking her. It's not that big a deal....maybe you ought to be mad at that slut...and not Johnny!
**The large man grabs Brett by the throat. Johnny thinks to himself, "Never did know when to shut the hell up." The large man drags Brett kicking and screaming behind him to a tree in the back yard of the house. He throws him down to the ground face first, and holds him down with his boot, as he throws a rope over a branch of the big oak. He ties it in a noose type fashion, and then applies it to Brett's throat. The large man effortlessly hoists Brett up into the air by his neck, as Brett kicks and screams while his feet still touch the ground. Before long, The Large Man is able to pull Brett completely off the ground. He ties the rope to a fence post nearby as Brett kicks and jerks at the rope. He chokes as people begin to scream. Out of no where Johnny is seen bringing an ax down on the rope.
The large man runs in on Johnny who at the time has no wrestling skills. He simply ducks the man, who is knocked off balance cause he tripped on a root jutting up out of the ground. Storm pulls him forward, and throws in a huge right hand....another...and another until he finally has the man down on one knee. He then rares back, and sends his foot smashing into the large mans face. Blood explodes out the side of his mouth, as do teeh that land promptly on the ground below. He falls face first into the soil, where he proceeds to water the plants with his blood. A half naked chick comes running out of the house screaming, and she falls down on the big guy to protect him from any more short comings.**
Brett: (holding his throat, and dryly coughing) I guess you don't get the girl this time Johnny.
Storm: Well....I got enough of her anyways...(sarcastic smile)
**Brett and Johnny walk off the scene, and soon after the camcorder turns to static. Storm turns off the movie, and then looks back to Spears who had moved during the movie to look right at Johnny.**
Spears: And who was that girl?
Storm: That was a long time ago honey...you know that.
Spears: Do I?
Storm: Come on....this was collage....I mean I did alot of stuff I should'nt have.
Spears: I suppose...but........who was that guy...the one who got hung?
Storm: That was Brett Adams. An old friend I haven't seen in awhile. We are getting together later.
Spears: OH Lord! That's great!
Storm: Don't worry babe....I'll come home to you, I promise. Now let me go see what this fax is about so we can get going.
**Storm rises and heads towards the office once more. He steps inside, and over to the fax machine. The last page prints as he reaches it, as if it was perfectly timed that way. He picks it up and reviews the opening page. "Sinn Enterprises"....Storm smiles at the name of the company MJ Francis is in control of. He flips through and sees that it is all the information that Storm had asked Landou to get for him. He makes a mental note to give Landou a raise, before he throws the report into his briefcase, and exits the office. He and Britney start out the door to enjoy a night on the town.**
GWA INTERVIEW IN THE LIMO TO THE AIRPORT AUGUST 21,2000
**The limo is destined to arrive at the Charlotte National Airport in about 30 minutes, and Johnny Storm and Britney Spears sit quietly with a GWA cameraman presently trying to load his Camera with film. He finally jams it in there, and gives "Mr. Fantastic" the cue that he's on.**
Storm: So we're on?
Cameraman: Yeah...we're ready to go.
Storm: About time...you know Riggs pays you guys way to much money....your about as useful as Steven Fury is in bed...and from what I've heard from some groupies.....Not To Applaudable. But..You know what...Fury your a whole other interview segment...for right now...lets talk about one Skylar Thomas. Now you see..I don't have a problem with Skylar. Hell I even kind of like the guy. He's all business, and that's what it takes to get things done. He's as professional when it comes to the ring..and is willing to do anything...and I do mean anything to get over....whether he wins or not. Yet it appears in another attempt at Tyler Riggs to win a ratings war with rival networks...you see he put two people in a match they'd rather not be in, against a guy who I don't have a problem with...yet...for some reason I'm facing. The way this is all panning out..I'm going to have to go this alone. Chris Damm is a useless partner. He won't make a tag...hell he won't even acknowledge me as a partner. His mind is so focused on me...that he's even letting it factor in on his win rate.
Storm: Newsflash Chris.....the win rate has effects on profits. Money is the thing that you love isn't it Chris...something you can't get enough of. Yet you've sacrificed it just to humiliate me a few times. I guess it is true then.....Money truly can't buy you happiness....yet in every interview I see...I don't see anyone that's happy. I see a moping, dark eyed monster waiting to strike....babbling on about useless things that don't mean anything to me, or anyone else in this fed. That was a nice psycho analysis by the way Chris..yet your words don't hold any value. Just like your precious name if you continue to hold this vendetta over my head. You see Chris..you and I are different people...I go for the opportunities laid out before me. Coat tails or not...."Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm has risen above and beyond even my wildest fantasies.
Storm: You see it's time for me to psycho analyze you Chris...since you felt the need to do so against me. Lets start off with your weaknesses........lets start off with alcohol Chris. Yes...I bet if your watching this your tingling now. You really didn't want anyone to bring this up did you. Yet here I am to let everyone know.(sarcastic smile) Chris Damm is the owner of several pubs or clubs or bars or taverns....you know what it doesn't matter what you really decide to call them, the thing that is important...is that they all involve Alcohol. If you want the clinical term then why don't you ask Chris Damm. I guarantee he can tell you...cause this is where he goes when he's upset. To wash his sorrows in a foaming glass of his favorite alcoholic beverage. Why would any athlete in his right mind drink like this in public, but if not in a secret out cry for attention. The attention begot by his alcoholism and popular wrestling career. How can we take anything he says as a valid statement when he's intoxicated in half of his interviews. The answer is that we can't, and the GWA should think about the image that they set for younger viewers. We have wrestlers who use words out of context, and the stereotype that is given to us wrestlers is because of wrestlers like Chris Damm. I myself too lose control and let these words slip out...yet Chris Damm uses them openly in his promos. So many of today's stars are involved in constant drug abuse and violence charges. Is it me...or doesn't Chris Damm fit both of those demeanor's. No wonder the media is all over us. They try and expose us for what the typical wrestler is.....a drunken, cursing, out of work psychopath possible of anything...including taking another mans life. This description makes me think of several of the pathetic minds in this federation...but no more so than the name Chris Damm.
Storm: On the other lists of things to do...lets look into Chris Damm's intelligence level. So far when I look at Chris Damm I see a splendid athlete...but his intelligence is somewhat lacking. He has a one track mind that is easily swayed. He came to the GWA, and plainly said that he was here for the money...yet so far all I've seen out of Chris Damm is sneak attacks....drunkenness at the local bars where the GWA happen to be.....and ignorant rants and raves when he's three sheets O' the wind. To follow Chris Damm's history...lets look back at the before history. Chris Damm worked in a bottomless pit of alcohol when he brought on his bar-tending skills. He cut his break in the ECWA where he supposedly made great fame. In the here and now Chris Damm spouts off about the " Draw " his name brings...yet it didn't stop the ECWA fed from crumbling....it didn't stop the SWA from crumbling....and it sure as hell won't stop the GWA from crumbling if the crack ever gets started in the foundation. So Chris Damm's delusions of his great name...and his crowd " Draw " are all illegitimate lies. Rather than blaming himself for these acts of insolence...he continues the argument. He blames everyone for his failures except for the only one who can truly take the blame....and that is Chris Damm.
Storm: To prove the point of Chris Damm's one track mind, he went from money, to a quick turn around on me...where he presently has devoted his pathetic life to exiting me from the GWA. He cries about the stipulations given to him by Tyler Riggs. The reason I got away with attacking you Chris is simple...I read the contract before I signed it. The stipulation plainly stated that if we attacked each other during the match...that we would be fired. No where did it say before or after the event would this cause termination. So I took it upon myself to school you in the fine art of paying attention. Read the find print always, and never underestimate your opponent as you and Fury have both done. That is fine with me, because that allows me to deliver the simple mute point that I will and always will be one step ahead of both of you.
Storm: I give credit to your abilities...you down me and show me not the same courtesy. The easiest way to show you your folly's...is to put you on your backs, and make you watch me with my arm raised in victory. You see a drunkard has no Validation to me or the rest of this fed when they try and make it look like I'm the " Jobber " as you put it. Call me what you want, but the truth is when you let that word in the door, you simply showed us all that your more ignorant than I thought. If I am so pathetic of a wretch....If I am such a worthless person...If I'm living such a lie...then why does the Name...the wrestling " Draw ".....the Showstopper, the Maineventer, the Icon Chris Damm feel that he must show me attention. It is apparent that you've become quite taken with me Chris Damm cause you can't even cut an interview anymore without mentioning my name or a mockery of it thirty times.
Storm: Quite frankly I'm sick of you Damm. Your quips, your quotes, and your insolence. You see I may use cheap gimmicks and angles Chris, but you are nothing more than a cheap gimmick. One big fraud that somehow made it out of his hole, and into an angle. I hold your ability in respect, but the person on the camera day in and day out is nothing more than an impression your trying to leave on these fans...and this roster. To further your pathetic excuses...I remember seeing somewhere you stated the reason you came to the GWA was because you saw a list of Talented wrestlers...yet so far you've talked more smack, and shitted on anyone you could just to get ahead. You see it doesn't bother me Chris when you make fun of me, cause you are blatantly out in the open proving more of a jackass trying to prove me wrong...which is only proving me right. If I tried to hide in your shadow I would be openly exposed...and If I tried to ride your proverbial coat tails I would fall off rather quickly, cause you don't even have enough money to buy a Tux.
Storm: YOU CHRIS DAMM are just another drunk on the street who this roster possibly can't take seriously. Your ability as a wrestler is tremendous but your personality is a lack luster son of a bitch that will end up falling into the same hole your drunk abusive father did...before he killed your coke addicted mother. History hurts doesn't it Chris. You are right...I am not a shark Chris. I am man to a shark. I am the one who dumps the sewage into your playing field. I'm the one who catches you in my net and spears you with my harpoon. Because if I was a fucking Shark, I'ld be bigger than Jaws! Chris Damm it is you that gives wrestling it's bad name. According to you I am no better.....I suppose that's what makes us wrestlers. I can agree with one thing Chris....It's time for this game to end. You know the only way it can. Chris Damm V.S. Johnny Storm. Nuff Said!
Storm: Now for the next segment on the agenda of things to do. Skylar Thomas. I honestly can't go on and on about Skylar like I can Damm for I don't have a reason too. Skylar Thomas is an accomplished wrestler, and I consider him a very worthy opponent. He is ruthless...the only way you can be to survive this kind of career. (more to himself than to the camera)The only problem is his methods, as he often leaves himself incapacitated as well when he delivers one of these spectacular maneuvers. I've never faced Skylar Thomas...so I can't list a weakness, but I'm sure there is one. There always is, and if there isn't...which is unlikely....then I'll create one. I'm sure I can find something on someone who is as extreme as he appears to be. From what I've seen between him and Stacey Lynn Jordan he has no qualms about putting a female through a table, so I'm betting he has no qualms about putting me or my...(ahem) partner through one either. This wild side may be just what I need to exploit him. This is a complicated matter, which can not be taken lightly. Skylar's ability to do the extreme could cause harm to me...although if timed....It will cause just harm to him.(smiles). But the out come mostly rests upon whether this really is a handicap match. If it is, then Skylar is in for it, no matter how good or extreme he is. No matter how much of an ass Damm is, he is a good wrestler. The three of us will definitely give the fans something to talk about, even if it does break down between all three of us. We will have to see when we get there, but I will have my eyes open for anything and everything. From both of them.
**The limo arrives at the airport, and Storm doesn't even realize it. He seems to be in a trance of thought, before Britney kisses him and brings him out of it. He looks over at the GWA cameraman who is packing up.**
Mr. Fantastic: What's going on?
Britney: The interview ended a long time ago. You were talking then you kind of spaced out.
Mr. Fantastic: Oh...ok...well lets get on the Jet. I want to get there early to work out and stretch.
Britney: alright...are you ok?
Mr. Fantastic: I'm fine......(repeating in a whisper)..I'm fine.....
Britney: OK. Lets go.
**Storm and Spears exit the limo as does the GWA cameraman, who makes a break for the normal terminal. Storm and Spears arrive at the private runway, and the fans are lined cheering Storm. The only place he would be cheered...at home. He doesn't even play to the crowd as he enters the jet. Britney waves, and makes a speech covering for Johnny. Soon she too enters the jet..and it departs for Oakland, California...the sight of Wednesday Insurrection.**