Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 5:52:55 GMT
September 6th 2000, The final moments of Wednesday Insurrection
Ref: ONE!!!!
Gaines: OH MY GOD!!! DID YOU SEE THAT?!?!?!
Ref: TWO!!!!
Tranza: STORM MAY BE OUT FOR GOOD, SUCKAH!!!
:: The crowd goes silent as the ref's hand falls closer to the ground. :: Ref: THREE!!!
:: The flood of emotion which poor from the fans is astonishing. People stand on their chairs and scream, while other's wave their signs in the air. Damm slowly raises his arms in triumph. His eyes soon begin to scan the area as he waits for the ref to hand him his belts. Instead, he is greeted by the presence of Stephanie Conner. Slowly, she walks towards the ring, carrying both Legion Titles over each shoulder. Damm stands still, staring at the woman as she passes by him, and heads towards Johnny Storm who is now laying on the ground, blinking his eyes and holding his head. Storm tries to sit up, but can not find the strength. Stephanie walks over to his layed out body, and looks down at him with a grin. Once again, he blinks, only this time in confusion. It is then that Stephanie pulls out a can of mace, and sprays it in the already injured man's eyes. The crowd is stunned. ::
Gaines: Look! She's showing no mercy! I guess that's why they call her "Ice Cold"!!!
:: Stephanie then walks over towards Damm and hands him the belts. Damm flashes a slight grin as e wraps one around his waist. However, he is stopped in the middle of this process as Stephanie pulls out the mace once again. Before he can do anything, Damm feels a sharp burning sensation in his eyes. Stephanie quickly snatches up one of the belts, and runs towards the back. The crowd looks on in amazement as Damm shakes the pain from his eyes. ::
The Moments After Insurrection
**Johnny Storm rolls to his hands and knees rubbing his eyes with one hand. The burning sensation is almost unbearable, but after a few moments he is able to regain his vision...although it is a bit blurry. Storm crawls forward......as blood pours from his facial area from the second Last Call of the night. The fact that he lost has yet to sink in as he pulls himself to his feet with the help of the guardrail. The fans go ballistic after he reaches his feet, and the front row on the left side crowds around him patting him on the back. The reception is new to Storm as he is mainly the man "Everyone loves to hate." He shakes his head trying to clear out the cob webs, and looks up to a blurry but obvious image. Chris Damm stands draped across the other guard rail, getting patted on the back by that side of the front row along with a great number of cheers going his way. Damm looks towards Storm, and as it looks as a brawl may ensue....Storm smiles pulling himself from the fans......and nods his head in some unseen respect to Chris Damm. Storm stumbles up the ramp way holding his ribs that are stinging quite painfully now for some reason. He hears the crowd roar, as he turns and sees Damm holding the Tag Belt high. He just continues up the ramp way, and disappears from the scene behind the curtain. Once behind the curtain he starts towards a dark hallway leading to his dressing room. Upon reaching it Ross Bobby almost knocks him over as he shoves a mic in his face.**
Ross Bobby: Johnny Storm! How do you feel about being in one of the undisputed greatest matches of all time! Chris Damm picked up the win, but you put on one hell of a show.......and I know that the GWA fans want to hear a few words from you on the situation!!!
Mr. Fantastic: Not right now Ross...I'm....I...i....
**Storm falls forwards hooking onto Ross Bobby's shoulder to try to keep him self standing. Storm's body weight goes limp, as Bobby hits the ground. Ross pulls himself to his feet with Storm's head in his lap....the lacerations reopening and blood spewing forth from the gashes. Ross checks Storm's pulse, and frightfully calls for an Ambulance, as the Camera goes to static.**
September 8th 2000, Storm's Rental Home in Mazatlan, Mexico
**Storm's eyes open as the morning sun rushes into the room. They close abruptly, driving out the nuisance that is the bright light causing his eyes to burn. He sits up, stumbling out of bed to the grimace of his ribs which receive a protective hand almost as if he can hold them in place with it. He slightly limps towards the bedroom door after reacquiring a robe from his closet. He finds comfort in the dark hallway, as he leans on the wall to keep himself up right. He looks in a mirror seeing himself for the first time in awhile. His eyes are sunken in from exhaustion although he had slept almost the whole time since the match Wednesday. He continued down to the bathroom, where he prepared himself a salve given to him by the doctor for his burns caused by the electricity that coursed through his body. He takes a few choice pills that were also prescribed, and drops a few droplets of some clearing substance into his eyes. It burns for a minute, but goes away as his vision becomes clear again.
Stephanie Connor had caused this with a can of Mace. The feeling was surpriseing as it spread over his face, so surpriseing that there was no way of retaliation for it at that moment. Storm exits the bathroom as a frown comes across his face. What was the point in it? Did she want some sort of rivalry to sprout out between VanReardon and himself. If so why would Damm be attacked as well! One thing that he had learned with his tenure with Damm, that he would not let such an attack go unanswered. Why would VanReardon want any added pressure though? Skylar Thomas was always knocking on his door due to Celia's involvement in the Valkyrie Title scene......He was going through a transition in the Circle where he was nothing more than a Market Tool. No actual worth. Connor was'nt even part of the Circle....obviously Rachel Winston was the new member MJ was babbleing on and on about in the past few weeks. Why would Connor ask for punishment to come down on herself? This could not just disappear! This could not just drop like it never happened! Actions must be taken....No longer does it matter whether she's female......the fact remains that some of the top talent is female...instilled in Stacey Lynn Jordan's past performances. Yet, Connor, by no means, was Stacey Lynn Jordan.
Storm enters the kitchen, where his cook is preparing breakfast. After a brief conversation in Latin, Storm exits to the outside terrace, where he sinks slowly down into a cushioned lounge chair. The sun washes over his body, and it is now completely visible the damage caused in the match he asked for. Three Fractured Ribs on his left side, where a huge black/blue bruise has formed. 123 stitches across his forehead, and a total of 456 through out the various parts of his back, chest, arms, legs, and other....But...The most important thing..despite all the physical damage...despite the heart broken loss...his psyche was still intact.
He refused to dwell on the event. All men have their day, and he was ready to claim defeat so as to go on and fight another day clear of conscious. The morning waves of low tide create a seranade that luliby Storm to drifting slumber. For almost an hour his body stays undesturbed. It isn't untill he is shaken by the arm, that his eyes open calmly towards the sun once again. The shadow of a man with an unseen face casts over him, as Storm now animated pushes up in the chair, and reaches up for the man's throat! The man now in plain sight is revealed to be GWA field interviewer Ross Bobby...with a cameraman off to the side that was unseen. Storm releases the hold, slumping back down into his seat, and looking off towards the horizon of the beautiful ocean.**
Mr. Fantastic: What do you want Ross?..
**Bobby holds his throat for a second recapturing the frightened breath that had earlier been deprived of him. His eyes review Storm's body, and he grimaces at some of the sights. The Cameraman gets himself into position as Storm seeming not to care, continues his viewing of the sea front.**
Ross Bobby: Well Mr. Storm...it's day three here in Mazatlan, Mexico after one of the most incredible matches I think the GWA has ever seen! I mean....Chris Damm V.S. Johnny Storm! I don't think any one anticipated the intensity of this heated rivalry! Do you have any comments on Chris Damm?
Mr. Fantastic: Damm is a great athlete. What else needs to be said?
**Storm's eyes roll towards Ross Bobby's, and they lock for a few moments. Storm's are cool and collected, but Bobby's on the other hand are in a state of fear and chaos. Bobby wanted answers...he wanted to hear Storm Bash Damm for his win...he wanted to get a great interview of Storm telling how he was robbed...and so on and so on. The way of the reporter was kind of like a snake......slithering, and able to go anywhere....especially where not wanted!**
Ross Bobby: Is that all? I mean...Chris Damm took those Legion Tag Titles! He won a hard fought match! Yet, he still got the clean win! You don't have any comments on that?
Mr. Fantastic: Give it a rest Bobby....Chris Damm won the match....It wasn't luck...It was wit and skill, and He has my respect for a good fight. If we ever cross paths again, however, it's possible that I will come up the better man. It is all just a matter of chance! We are both, very. very, capable athletes! NOW, Ross, close the door on this. It's time to move on to new things. That chapter in my life has over. It may not have ended the way I wanted, but it is closed. Another Chapter is open, and that is the future. Focus on that for a moment rather than the past.
**Ross looks to Storm dumbfounded, not believing what he is hearing! He shakes his head confused, and then...looks to Storm with a new question on his mind.**
Ross Bobby: Well...looking to the future? What about Alek Cage? What is your connection with him? What's your connection with our newly crowned co-president Haseem Nasser Ali? AND FURTHERMORE!!! Why did you choose Bock as Cage's Tag Partner?
Mr. Fantastic: (The familiar sarcastic sneer slowly creeps it's way back onto Storm's face.) Alek Cage....hmmm....I bet you didn't expect that did you? Didn't expect any of that! I bought your contract. Simply because I can! I'm a ruthless son of a bitch, and I want you to understand something Cage! I am going to make your life A LIVING HELL!(smirks) This is no game Cage! You follow my orders, you follow my lead, or you get to disappear from GWA Television and the wrestling world forever! You see, your contract doesn't have an expiration date! I can terminate you, and keep you on as long as I WANT! More than likely, me being the genius I am, I would keep you employed, but keep you actively under the GWA! Never to show your face again, working without benefits. You see, Cage, I don't need you. You need me! Welcome to my world Mr. Cage! I implore you to stick around, and review the sights!
Storm: Now, there is no connection between me and Haseem Nasser Ali. We simply had a business relationship. No doubt we will again if I come up with another idea, and keep the green fresh! Now, as some people may know, Sebastian Bock is handling some of my business investments. I thought that it would be interesting to see how he handled my newest investment, which is Alek Cage! I want to know how good Sebastian Bock really is. I figure pairing him up with Cage, to go against Hayle & Rayne probably won't show me all of their skill, because basically they don't have to have any just to beat these guys! All I want is for them to coexist. This will show me Cage's capabilities as someone who takes orders, and Bock's capabilities to get the job done even when he doesn't want too!
Ross Bobby: Well what about Stephanie Connor? Why would she have reason to attack you? Perhaps a ploy to drag you into a VanReardon feud, or what?
Mr. Fantastic: You know what, Ross, you got as good a guess as I do! Who knows? Maybe she's taken to many blows to the head, if you know what I mean!
Ross Bobby: (The broadcaster smirks at the innuendo, but returns to his game face.) Well...Johnny Storm...You spoke about the future? What does the future hold for "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm?
Mr. Fantastic: The Future.......I honestly don't know Ross, do You? I can tell you this, I don't give a rats ass who thinks they are going to be the Gladiator Champion! I am not going to allow that belt to fit around the waist of another man or woman in this federation. If you gain the title, consider yourself marked! If I am a participant for the title, consider yourself dead! Cause I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and I will have the most Fantastic Gladiator Gold, around my Fantastic waist! Be prepared......to be Fantastically eliminated!
**Storm cocks his head from side to side and it cricks un-naturally as he slides down into his relaxed state as of earlier. Ross Bobby begins packing up his equipment, and soon the Cameraman and he exit the premises of the rental home. Storm continues his gaze to the incoming waves. The sound of the women returning to the beach for more volley ball can be heard, as he looks away from them not seeming to be interested at the time. His thoughts drift on different things....and he wonders about the meanings behind them. Things had changed seemingly overnight. The floodgate of the past was finally closed, the voices finally stopped. It was now time to steam role towards the future.....losses never held Storm down before, they only taught him and fed him to continue his trek towards excellence! A new time would come....a better time would come....and a new Wave of Violence would soon wash the filthy wretches of the GWA clean! Even if they had to be washed within pits of their own blood!**
September 09 2000, Johnny Storm's private Jet heading towards Dallas, Texas.
**Storm's eyes looked longingly down onto the desert bottom of Arizona....he had to stop off in California for some business, and was now on his way to Dallas, Texas where Insurrection was to be held. His eyes adverted from the scene for a moment to a TV where Alek Cage was speaking about the past. Storm turned the sound off, and Cage babbled on in silence. Storm smiled.......now Cage's idiocy was almost amusing. He pulled himself up, feeling better now after a few days of relaxation. He pours himself some scotch, and has passing thoughts about Sebastian Bock He was handling the money nicely...even to Storm's surprise. His first impression of Bock was someone who was a f@$k up. He had money cause his parents were rich...but when handed over to him to run....the truth was he was a young fool. This was possibly the easiest way of giving him a test run....seeing his potential worth. The money was of no consequence, and was already being put to use in what it was meant for.
Alek Cage on the other hand......was a personal investment. One that Storm had been waiting on to acquire. Cage's in ring ability was laced with talent, but it was his connection with such names as Johnny Blaze & Skylar Thomas that set him apart from the rest. Storm needed a hired gun...who had to do what he was told....so that it would get done right. Alek Cage provided this for him. And at a fairly small price for a man's soul as well. Storm sat against the bar, looking towards the TV once more. His match had come up without him even realizing it. The scene was saddening as he saw himself pinned right there in front of himself, and not a thing to be done about it. Storm drove the man out of his mind, deciding not to dwell on it. Truely.....the past was the past....now was the time for Storm to look to the future. His future! Where did he go from here......the loss wasn't really all that bad...he was still a major player in the grand scheme of it all. How would he gain possession of the Gladiator Title, and who would he have to kill to get it! Storm sits back on the couch, and looks to the roof of the plane.**