Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 5:47:37 GMT
Chris Damm was a bigger opponent. Much bigger. Standing at 6'll, and weighing in at 336 pounds. This compared to Storm's 6'6, 245 pound frame was a big disadvantage to Storm. So therefor....why would Storm put himself on the line like this? Why? What motivates a man to do something that he knows is wrong. Something quite possibly career ending. Something that will give him another peace of tin...like he hasn't held every kind and make of championships in the past. Why would he put his own neck on the line. What would make him go to this extent! Storm had been born into money...having whatever he desired. Why was this so important to him. Why did he have to prove himself to the GWA fans...the people he showed no caring for. No recognition...the people who booed him day in and day out. The people that just seemed not to care whether he lived or died.
Yet he found himself doing as much as possible to further the boo's. To further the attention brought to himself. Steven Fury had called him one fateful day, around the middle of July. He spoke of a federation he was in...one that was on the brink of greatness. At First Storm wasn't to interested, he had become accustomed to laying around the house again. Enjoying all of life's simplicity. He had been running his fathers company, as everyone gallivanted to Pheonix Wrestling Association. He had for the first time in his life, felt the need to put his company over his wrestling. It had maintained a certain amount of power in the scheme, but without Storm's full attention, had lost some luster. He had to attend to money matters. He would always have enough to live off of for the rest of his life....but this was'nt the point. He had allowed his company to stand still, and not make even more. He devoted time to adjusting this, and got the Franchise back on track. The money was rolling in, and Storm was reaping the benefits.
He had grown silent in the wrestling eye. Still receiving his fair share of Hate Mail...but not as many offers from rival Federations...Rival Networks. He had a position in the PWA if he wanted, and the pres gave him his blessings, when he declined it. Fury's phone call had triggered something however...After a brief description of the fed, Storm had asked who all the participants were. Fury ran off an impressive laundry list of people Storm knew...Johnny Blaze, now Logan Rockhound....Alek Cage, Skylar Thomas and his beautiful sister...Celia Thomas, The Circle.....and he mentioned a few other names that didn't exactly register with him. Storm didn't become interested until he heard one name in particular. One name that made him realize his decision was obvious. The name that kept him awake at night. The name that turned his quest for Gold and Respect into obsession.
Fury told him that Chris Damm had just signed with the GWA.
As soon as the conversation had ended, Storm started a program to get back into shape. Working out 4 hours a day in his private gym, Cardio Vascular, and Muscular. He soon dropped about ten pounds...but put on about fifteen more, but of a substance that he could live with. Muscle. He pulled out his trunks...his former life, that was now caked in dust. He readied himself, and much to the surprise of the wrestling world....."Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm emerged one more time into the world of wrestling. He appeared on TV, and made mention of the past for brief moments. He mentioned his one time Friend Fury, and one Chris Damm. Storm got a match quickly, showing off his potential in interviews. He had the match won, and the man down on the mat, when Damm made an appearance much to the cheers of the crowd. He fractured Storm's nose that night...making a mockery of his name.
Yet, Storm appeared back on TV, speaking out against Damm and his unethical methods. He heeded Chris Damm not to attack him again, or he would be sorry....yet the very next broadcast, the opening segment showed a brutal beating of Storm at the hands of Chris Damm. Later on in the night, Chris Damm was shocked with a taser. Inadvertently..Fury as well received a shock...but after the damage was done, and Storm knowing Fury's reason for interfering in his business, Continued the attack. While in under the leadership of Tyler Riggs, the GWA found it hilarious to mix and match people in Tag Teams. Thus, Storm & Damm were paired in a Legion Tag Match against Heavy Artillery, where Storm and Damm destroyed them. Damm would then take both titles in under his possession, and go on further to try, and destroy Storm's reputation with false statements, and incoherent lies. Storm would retaliate with words of his own.
The rivalry continued, on and on, back and forth, until Finally, Last Night, Storm had made a stand. Storm made the challenge, and Fury, of all people, Storm's former friend, made the match. Storm wasn't too happy about Fury's nose being stuck in Storm's business any more, but he got what he wanted. He got Chris Damm, and Fury in his arrogance handed it to him on a Fucking Silver Platter!**
STORM ESTATE, September 3rd 2000
**Johnny Storm lays back in a lounge chair poolside, as a butler is seen walking the premises, cleaning up where Storm obviously had lunch. Storm leans forward, only to apply more sunscreen to his chest. He soon rolls over so as not to burn one side, without burning the other. He smirks as the sun's rays hit his back. Life was good for right now....the GWA camera's had been away for a whole week, and Pinnacle had went perfectly. Fury of coarse stuck his nose in it, but if he didn't, then it wouldn't be Fury. The Cell Phone on the little table next to him begins to ring, and he buries his face in his forearm. The pulseing sound continues, as he pulls it up to his ear.**
Mr. Fantastic: Hello?
Spears: (as if crying) Johnny...please! Talk to me! I don't want this to end!
Mr. Fantastic: Everything comes to an end Mrs. Spears. I'm sorry, but after further realization.....we just won't work! Now.....lose this number, I really don't want to have to get it changed!
Spears: Johnny! What has happened to you?!?
**Storm hangs up the phone as she was about to ramble on again about how much she wanted it to work. What was Storm thinking dragging her into this atmosphere. For her own good, it was best that he did what he did. Break up with her. Vixxxen had already made comments towards her, and things were being said in the back. He couldn't let her continue on....She had a promising career ahead of her, plus the fact she was so engaged in her own personal life. It was time that Johnny went back to his normal life of wrestling. Well....I guess that isn't so much a normal life now is it? Yet Normal to Johnny Storm, and Normal to the average person were two entirely different things. It was time for Johnny to prepare for his match.
Chris Damm and he would face off in approximately three days. Storm made up his mind, despite what Chris Damm would do, he would best him. No matter what! He looked to his watch sitting on the table, and saw that the GWA cameramen would be here soon. His plan was about to be revealed. He had the match that he wanted....now he could spill the entire deal before the world....but most importantly....to an unaware Chris Damm. He pulled himself up from the lawn chair like Velcro, and starts towards the inside door. The phone begins to ring again, but he doesn't bother to answer it knowing that it would be the same sobbing girl on the end. He pulls the sliding glass door open, and steps into the nice air-conditioned room. A chill enters his body, as he fixes himself a drink at the bar. Sipping on the Cold Hard Substance in the glass..he notices that he is drinking Scotch....no doubt due to Sebastian Bock's drinking habits.
He pauses for a moment..thinking about Bock...thinking about the Falconer Champion. The man who was dealing with 45 Million dollars of Storm's money. Why was he trusting this little punk with his money, when he could easily enough supply the sufficient data, and funds himself to his...Investment Partner. He supposes it could be because he doesn't want it to be traceable. If it's not done directly through him, then there's no way to catch him with his hand in the cookie jar. Speaking of cookie jars....he thinks of his new female interest. It never started, or became more apparent than last night while he was watching GWA TV, that Trisha VanReardon was one beautiful lady. The thought of Stacey Lynn Jordan had crossed his mind once before, but...after a long look at her history with Skylar Thomas.....he thought better of that exchange of ideas.
Speaking of Skylar...one female that always had his attention, was Celia Thomas. Beautiful, Classy, and abrassive. Everything needed for a compatiability match up. Storm did'nt exactly always look for exact match ups, or lustful intentions......more often than naught....he thought of how this person would further his future dealings....how this person would look on his arm....and how this person would feel towards him. Loyalty was a hard commotity these days. A hard one indeed he thinks as the phone rings on the inside this time.
He grits his teeth, as he begins to reach for the phone....he stops short, and thinks better of it, as the ring fades finally. He walks out of a doorway, and into a long hallway. He makes his way down it, while examining the many tapestries decorating the walls. He had an impressive collection to say the least...and this only one hallway in the 123 room mansion. Storm takes a shortcut to the stairs down another path, and soon ascends a marble stairwell in the front section of the mammoth house. Once at the top, he reaches his bedroom, to which he enters, and begins looking for another pattern of dress. The GWA fans would like to see him in nothing but his towel, but he thinks better of the idea, as he pulls out a pair of leather pants, and a silky type blue shirt. He slips the towel off, and the clothes on, admireing himself in the mirror at the edge of the huge bed chamber. He needs a shave, he thinks rubbing the whiskers that had formed the previous night. He shakes his head, and starts back down the stairs to the room he was in after exiting the pool side area. There he sits awaiting the GWA camera crew and the one...the only....Ross Bobby....the most Ass Backwards named reporter in wrestling history. He lays across a leather couch, engageing into a nap.**
Spears: (whispers)johnny...johnny...johnny......
**Storm's eye half opens, as he see's Britney Spears standing over him. He frowns at the thought of her in his house, and sits up, pushing her away from him. He groans holding his head as if he had been struck with something. Of coarse if Spears was in his living room then there was no doubt that it could be he was hit with something. He sits up in his couch, opening his eyes fully, seeing a different woman sitting before him...one that he thought long gone and forgotten due to a concussion.**
REINA SAIAKI
Reina: So Johnny.....what seems to be the complication. You can't even do in a woman.(smiles wryly)...Come on Johnny you aren't even trying. You've done it before...why can't you destroy this delicate little flower. Surely little old me isn't causing you that much of a problem. Surely you wouldn't allow something as trivial as a female distract your "oh so perfect" life. What do you want Johnny? Who do you want?
who....who...who...who....who...who....who....who...who...who...
**The figure of Reina Saiaki slips past storm as her questions continue on. Storm at first glance wanted to attack her...yet her questions didn't seem to be of a person that wanted a fight. It seemed...if she was almost concerned for the man who was willing to pay Skylar Thomas if he would destroy her. Thomas never replied to the offer, and Saiaki had been struck comatose by Carmen Valentine in a match with Ryken before Storm could actually get her back for the Stryker Service attacks. Storm buries his face in the palms of his hands, as the word continues denting into his brain.**
who......who.....who.......who....who....who....who....who...WHO!
**Storm jumps to his feet after the voice change registers in his mind. Standing in the sliding glass door is Snatchman! Storm's eyes grow wide as his teeth become gritted, and his eyes bore a hole through his 7'3 frame.**
Snatchman: So Storm...really....who do you want to face. Is it me...YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE! You fried me Storm! You strapped me into that electric chair, and you pulled the switch. You fried me.....but you still did'nt obtain what you wanted! You Still Never Held The SURVIVOR CHAMPIONSHIP! So who do you want Storm....What are you here to prove now.........What do you want? Who do you want?
who......who......who....who......who.....who.......who.......who.......who
**Storm lunges towards Snatchman, who disappears without a trace. Storm crashes through the glass door to the outside, and he feels the penetration of small fibers of glass gauging his body. He lay there for awhile allowing the sun to come down on his neck, and blood to flow freely from the openings in his skin. Three figures cast a shadow over his body, as he struggles to pull himself up. His eyes advert forward seeing Julius, Jacob, and Tymolin Stryker standing in front of him. Storm backs up with jaw set in defiance, having to lean on the wood of the house for support. The members of the Stryker family do not advance.....but simply stand there with smiles across their faces.**
Julius: You never quite got what you wanted did you Storm? Of coarse....neither did I. Kilbourne made a return throwing me in the loony bin! I have to admit...you got some lucky shots off kid...like when you hit my brother here in the back with a shovel. Like when you strapped Johnathon into the electric chair. Like when you came out on national TV, and spoke out against me! YOU STILL didn't get what YOU wanted though..did you Storm. You were fighting a losing battle.....no one can blame you. No one. But you are here now.....What is it that you want? Who is it that you want?
who...who....who.....who.....who.....who.......who.....WHO
**Storm drops to his knees, placing his hands over his ears as to stop the word from rolling into him. Blood continues pouring out of his body....until a laughter is heard. It silences the blood. It makes his heart stop. It begins again as if reborn! The blood in under his body, retreats itself back into his veins. His eyes shoot open now, as he looks Forward to the man before him.**
CHRIS DAMM
Damm: What's the matter Storm? Not expecting to see me in your little dream? Why not Storm? I'm everywhere else you are. Hell Storm, I'm even more apart of you than you know. I've done everything you couldn't. I faced Reina Saiaki, and even though I didn't win......*sneers* neither did she. I faced Jacob Stryker......and put him on his back! I have held the title you wanted...the one you couldn't seem to get your hands on.....The Survivor Championship! I've done everything you wanted too....but you didn't. I DID! I'm the one you want storm....No questions....I'm the one! What you want is me! The man who did everything you couldn't......Why Storm? That's a better question than what and when. Why? Don't look at me for the answer...this after all.....is your dream!
**Storm reaches his feet to face Damm with his eyes sunken in from exhaustion. Damm's laughter rings out as if fuel for Storm. The laughter is heard as if the arena itself was gathered around him.....laughing at him. Then....and only then....Storm knew Why! Why it was all so important. Storm lunges at Damm...and as his fist is about to connect with Damm's jaw...**
RING RING
**Storm shoots up from his position on the couch.....his eyes bulgeing out of his head, and sweat pouring off of his body. The shiny blue shirt clung to his muscular frame, as he tugged at it, until finally ripping it off, and throwing it across the room. The phone rings again as Storm's eye's shoot over towards it. He picks it up and brings it to his lips, hanging his head in exhaustion.**
GWA Cameraman: Hello Mr. Storm...this is GWA Cameraman, Roger Phillips, and I'm having some difficulty getting to your manor. The car has broke down, and I would really appreciate it if you could send someone to get me.
Mr. Fantastic: Very well...(pauses for a moment)..On second thought...I'll be coming to get you personally....I've got to get out of this house anyways. We can cut the promo somewhere less expensive.
GWA Cameraman: Thank you so much Mr. Storm. That will be great! I'll be waiting on you.
**After getting another shirt from his closet, and cleaning himself up a little bit, he has selected to drive his '69 Shelby Cobra Convertible. Sliding the easy gear shift from 3rd to 4th, he speeds down the road until finally hitting 5th. The wind slices past him waving his hair about wildly, as he steps on the gas to gain more speed. It is not long on his trek that he see's the broken down car of the Cameraman on the road side. He pulls over, and stops, allowing the Cameraman enough time to climb into the car, and then speeds off once again. The Cameraman gives his gratitude to Storm, who doesn't pay much attention, flying through curves and straightaways. Storm knowing the area like the back of his hand, zooms through a nearby intersection, and right into a parking lot of a local gym. Storm pulls into a parking space around the back, and exits the Cobra. The Cameraman also does this, as Storm leans against the hard brick wall. He nods to the cameraman, who sets up his camera, and gives storm the countdown.
Mr. Fantastic: The time has come...finally...after almost 4 months of planning..to reveal the plan of Johnny Storm. You know who this goes out to. Chris......it's finally crunch time. Damm & Storm, One on One, for the Endgame! The Legion Tag Titles are only but a bonus Chris. This goes deeper than any of that. This goes down personal. This goes down.......Deep. Past the point that even you understand. Back all the way to the SWA. From the begining you were an asshole. I did'nt even know you, never even heard of you. Yet I was new, and I welcomed you back to the federation. I had already taken it upon myself to attack Jacob Stryker with a shovel. I was well on my way towards the Survivor Championship. I saw you as a useful ally. Yet...you never even came back with one retoriqual remark. Not even an answer. I offered you a partnership.....an alliance to take out two of our common enemies....yet you still stood alone.
Storm: Pompous to the end. Even when the Survivor Championship had been taken from you! You held the belt that I wanted...but most importantly....you did what I was not able to. You faced Renia Saiaki. You faced Jacob Stryker. It was'nt till after Renia was gone from wrestling, and Snatchman had hold of the Survivor Championship that I got my shot. I was screwed......out of probably one of the only matches that I played fair in. I beat Snatchman...but reckognition was stripped out of my hands by JULIUS STRYKER!
(grits his teeth at the name cursedly)
Storm: The match entailed one of the participants being strapped into an electric chair, and successfully pumping voltage into the body! I did just that! I won the match! Yet a bastardized Terry Kenshin escaped with the belt....and Julius Stryker actually had the nerve to call it interference. THE MATCH WAS A NO DQ MATCH!
(Storm gives a deranged look into the camera, then softly turns towards the asphalt.)
Storm: Yet I was disqualified. The SWA fell without me ever touching the Survivor Championship...the title I wanted. The title I would never be able to get now with the federation dead. I was content with my defeat, and disappearing into the lime light of things. I tended to the Storm Corporation, and openly retired from the wrestling world. I received a call....a call by Steven Fury. He told me about the Gladiator Wrestling Association! It had all the great competition that SWA had, and also had alot of the same superstars. Carried over feuds and lack luster idiocy. I didn't think much of it. Not until...he mentioned the name Chris Damm.
That's when the plan formulated in my mind. If I could'nt have the chance of holding the belt......of faceing Reina Saiaki.....of facing Jacob Stryker.......Then face the one man....that Had done all Three!
(curling his lip now in hate, he looks towards the camera)
Storm: You see Chris I knew this wouldn't be easy. I knew that you were to pompous to hear me the first time....You would defiantly not hear me the second time around. I had to do something.....something to get you to notice me. So I did the only thing I knew to do....and that's cause hardship on your (sarcastic voice)"wrestling draw". I came in and rode your coat tails Chris. I jumped right on the band wagon of nameless wrestlers who tried to get a pop off of the name. I even got a teeny bopper little girl friend so as to give you the idea I was a complete joke. How trivial is that! I did the one thing....that I knew you would not let go unanswered.
(touching his nose)
Storm: And you answered alright. I didn't expect it to be so soon, but you did answer! I furthered this motion....I furthered this by talking more jack flash shit. I knew this would further your motives for putting me out. I knew that this would turn you into the monster I know you to be.
Storm: I knew that this! This would make you go over the edge. Which you did....you put me through my own fucking Car with the Last Call. You re-fractured my nose...and sent me to the hospital. Did it stop me though Chris....NO! I came back to win the match. I came back to send some voltage through your body. Fury...I truly am sorry. Once we were friends...but you stepped in at the wrong moment in history. The Taser wasn't meant for you....Just Damm. This attack...this ambush from the cloak of the crowd was fuel wasn't it Damm. That's when it really hit the fan. That's when I knew Damm....that you wouldn't let this end...until it was you and me....one on one.....for the Endgame! Unfortunately, what I didn't anticipate, and what put a snag in my plans, was Tyler Riggs. The most unimpressive, non talented piece of chicken shit that I've ever seen. He thought everything a joke, and the biggest laugh of all was the teaming of Chris Damm and Johnny Storm for the Legion Tag Team Titles.
Storm: We won them, Chris, and even when you stuck your hand out for the tag, I knew that I would never see those belts. Cause quite frankly you were to much of a pompous ass to make a tag to me! I knew better than to trust you....but the Tag Team Titles didn't mean anything to me. Nothing! Just you. We still have these belts, and I have yet to be defeated in the GWA. I refuse to let you tarnish that streak, but most importantly......I won't let you have the satisfaction! Tyler Riggs is gone now...Fury has taken his place. This is a shocking turn of events, but non the less he has given me what I want. What you now want. The thing that I planted into your mind by bad talking you...by attacking you...by teasing Alexis with a Taser!
(sarcastically smiles)
Storm: I've goaded you into this match. And now that I've sucked you in, your like a dear in the headlights. What makes this even more perfect.....is the fact that you are so ignorant you probably don't even realize it. You've disavowed everything thrown at you so far. You even said it yourself! I'm not in your league. That is how I want you to think of me! That is the way I want you to remember me. It makes it that much easier to blow up in your face. Chris Damm...I am not below you.....I am not your equal.....I AM YOUR SUPERIOR! The time has come Damm, and my plan is revealed. Your apart of something you probably cant fathom....and something you probably won't even accept. You are a thing of the past, and I am the new wave of Violence! I quote, "I was once the fucking life pulse of the SWA!". Yes Chris...You Were once the Life Pulse of the SWA! But Notice...Was...Were...Past Tense Verbs! I Am THE....NOW...AND FOREVER...Pulse of the new wave. The New Era. What better way to prove it....than by beating a champion of the past. I will finally gain my chance to prove that I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and soon Gladiator Gold around my Fantastic waist! Damm......listen to this phrase...and listen well....Be Prepared to be Fantastically Eliminated!
**Storm drops the small mic that had been handed to him by the Cameraman who seems to be deep in thought. This would air on GWA TV later. How would people react? Did anyone predict? Storm hops into his car, and starts the engine. The Cameraman packs up the equipment quickly, and runs around to the drivers side.
Cameraman: I'll just stick around here Mr. Storm. I can call for help from the officials in the city that accompanied me. Thank you for the interview, and the help.
Mr. Fantastic: Very well. Thank you for your time....it won't be long now.
**Storm pulls the gear shift back dropping it into reverse, as the Cameraman nods still not understanding it all fully. Storm then screeches out of the parking lot, and back into merging traffic. After some quick thinking and wheel techniques...Storm is on his way back to the Estate. Wind still flowing....Mind Clear......and heart Relieved.**
THE TIME HAS COME
THE PLAN NOW REVEALED
AND THE VIOLENCE CAN NOT BE MEASURED
THIS IS YOUR HISTORY..........AND YOUR FUTURE