DECEMBER 11th, 2001
CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA
CHARLOTTE MEMORIAL MISSION HOSPITAL
THE CHILD WITHIN (FINAL): 9:20a.m.

Memories are just where you laid them....Drag the waters to the depthscure of their dead
What did you expect to find.....was it something you left behind.
Don't you rember anything I said....when I said...
I hold it now....I feel Contagious......Am I the only place you had left to go
She cries that life is like....some movie in black & white
Good actors faking lines....over and over and over again she cries

And I wanted...You to turn away...You don't remember...but I do...You never even tried.
Don't fall away.....and leave me to myself
Don't fall away....and leave life bleeding in my hands....in my hands again.
.................................................................................................................................................."Hemorrhage" by Fuel

::Eric & Derek Rayne sit in the tiny chairs that are connected together along the far wall of the emergency waiting room of Memorial Mission Hospital in Charlotte. Eric's eyes are hollow as he stares at the lanolium checkered floor, in disbelief at what happened only about an hour & thirty minuetes ago. Derek Rayne, sit consumed with the thought of his daughters life hanging within the ballance. Johnny Storm had not arrived yet, although he had been notified as soon as his plane landed. Morning traffic was more than likely a bitch at this time in Charlotte, and he was trying to make it here in a stretch limosuine. Probably could have had a quicker time getting here if he just hopped out, and ran the rest of the way. Of coarse...patience isn't a virtue when it comes to sitting in a hospital waiting room. It's the worst kind of torture...especially if it's someone you love. Someone your close with. Sometimes the pain must be unbearable just for the families awaiting the news, rather than the victoms themselves.

The breath in his lungs burns as he rushes into the room. There isn't any time to fix his oh so perfect hair, or play with the buttons on his Armani suit to look more presentable. His eyes are wide with grief, as he looks around, seeing the door where doctors & nurses are only authorized to go. Making a B-line for it...not caring whether anyone trys to stop him or not. His mind wrecked since the phone call, his heart broken from the thought of the worst.......and nothing could stop him now. The Angels would lend him their might, and his life would be confiscated if it meant getting to Scarlett Rayne Sengir.....a woman who still carried her late husbands last name, but a woman that Johnny Storm loved more than life itself. Eric see's him first, the determined stare as he rushes the door. Eric stands to catch hold of him, but a slew of nurses cutting off his path catch him first. A hard swipe of his hand across one's face however, showed that he would not bow out like usual. He would not humbly stand down.....he would simply go right through him. He would go right through the center of hell for her. Eric grabs hold of him from behind, as the tears push out of his eyes...and his jaw sets...red faced, and taking in breaths through gritted teeth. His heart fell about the same time as he threw Eric away from him....like someone who would not be denied. Someone who would not allow her to go through this alone.. Someone who was a villian most days, but by God he would be a hero just once in this sorry excuse for a life. Derek comes to his son's aide in restraining him as he allows every muscle pulsate beneath his skin, as his struggle pulls them along. He would never stop if it involved him being by her side.

Innocent. We were all once innocent. Childeren down deep in our mother's bellies. Feeding from her nector, gathering from her strength.....and we were surrounded in colors that weren't faded, and it was long before our smiles came at the expense of another. It was a time when we could be pure.....pure of something. Heart.....Cuteness....Joy....Love. It's not till later you feel that hate, and it's not till you love that you feel the strength to do anything. Tyler Durdon in Fight Club said that "To live, you must lose everything." Perhaps it was true, because for the first time Storm stood to lose it all. He had been bitching and complaining about family this entire time, and was blinded by the hate for another.......to the fact his family had been laying beside him all alone. That was something that he would not allow anyone to take away from him. Satan.....God......Death. If it was her time...then she would know it...one last time...that he was consumed with her, and she was his one true obsession. Not this silly little game between boys who play constant chess with each other's anatomys. It was time to find his innocents, and he knew exactly where it was.......Inside of her. Yes we were all innocent......and it's not till life's complications that we fuck it all up, and throw it away.

With that final thought....Storm swings wildly breaking free from Eric, and Derek loses his grasp as Storm rushes towards the door. Johnny finds himself in an unfamiliar area....the nurse behind a switchboard turns with a shocked expression. He rushes past rooms, and peers into the doors untill it seems that she may not be here. No....she was near. He could feel her. He could smell her. The tears flowed freely, like blood down Jesus' cross. Johnny moves through the final door....coming to a stop, where she lay....her body lifeless. Her hair matted in sweat. Blood staining the sheets...the doctor looking down upon her body, as the thin green light on the heart monitor beeps in a long flowing symphony of death. Storm shakes his head as he rushes up to her side, claiming her hand in his...pulling her limp neck up into his to make her fleeting warm face look at him. Tears push out as the doctor tries to grab at him.....yet a swift back elbow sends him to his knee's...causing him to fall away from the couple. Storm's eyes stare at her calm face....now lifeless...nothing there within hollow eyes. He shakes his head...it couldn't end like this. It couldn't be this way. If God was real, he couldn't be this cruel....

Johnny Storm: NOOOOO!!!

::Storm shakes her violently, staring at the still body with anger. He looks up with hate in his eyes.....tears staining his very features. Her blood laying upon his hands as if he were the taker of her life.::

Johnny Storm: YOU TAKE ME!! GOD DAMN IT.....TAKE ME!!!!!

::The change is sudden, and it takes him completely by surprise. He wasn't expecting it...he wasn't expecting it at all.....The sudden surge of energy that only Redemption could cause. Johnny Storm's head lolls back as his eyes flare open, and they are replaced with the Red Glowing eyes of Redemption. He looks surprisingly at the hands of his new body. Cocking his eyebrow, he looks around the room...and then down to Scarlett Rayne's lifeless body. He smirks.....testing his motor functions by smacking her already dead face harshly.::

Redemption: And To think....the only thing to push him over the edge was this. Weak.....completely weak....

::He allows a dark omnious laugh as he raises his hands above his head in triumph, and then stares out the window with a grin. It was time. It was time to blow the final trumpet. It was time to break the 7th seal. Right now....right here within these halls...it was time to open the Great Unknown, and release the Beast...666!! Redemption takes his hands out in front of him, and he begins to smile as his red glowing eyes grow brighter.....a bluish flash entering the room...as something forms within his hand. The sounding angel cackles as finally a trumpet is formed out of the heavenly light, and he holds it fast within his hands. Redemption raises the trumpet up to his lips, and takes in a deep inhale to allow the exhale to cause the blow.::

NO TIME
NO WHERE
NOTHING
HEAVENLY SPEAKERS:

::Johnny Storm's body was numb, yet it felt as if he were burning. His eyes struggled to open....yet he was blinded by a light even with his eyes shut. He was unable to see, unable to find anything visiable even once giving tiny peeps. Struggling to get to his feet, he reaches for any kind of support...but find none. He tries to speak, but is unable to use his vocal chords. Stumbling slightly he moves towards the light that glows so harshly in his direction. He steps forwards.....forever going it seemed...unable to see a thing. Blindly flocking towards the light as if it were the shepard, and he were the sheep. Yet as he comes closer & closer he can feel the strength build within him, although he didn't have a clue as to where it came from. Closer & Closer to the light he came, yet no heat came from it...although it wasn't frigid either. It was just warm. Filled with a warmth that was so familiar, and caused such feelings within him...but nothing he had ever experienced before. Johnny slowly comes to a stop...the brightness beging to fade, as he opens his eyes again...and he can feel the brightness behind him. He is now within a white room...standing in a line that stretches far away from what appears to be a golden gate. Storm quickly makes his way through the line, and past them...moving towards the front where a podium is erected...and a man looks over a long list as to who gets in, and who does not. As Storm comes nearer, he can see her. The brown hair of hers flowing midways down her back. Storm rushes forwards, whirling her around. She stares at him blankly as he feels his heart ache She didn't know him. Her face told him as much..how could he ever live without her now....yet..at the look of this place, it was apparant that he wouldn't be able to live. He tries to speak....as she pays him no mind, and moves further up the line. As Storm slowly follows her, she comes up in front of the podium herself He looks up...expecting to see a heavenly figure, but instead....a red faced demon. He says something that no one else can hear, but Scarlett. She nods, and as the gates open...Storm can see through them hellfire & bremstone. She moves slowly as he engages her once again, trying to get her to fight these tendancies. Yet she passes right through him...and makes her way into the gate. He quickly rushes afterwards, his hand outstretched to try and grab her from behind....but right before he is about to enter the gate himself....a bright light flashes white, and he rushes into it instead. He falls forwards, stumbling to the hardness of a marble floor. He hangs his head low as he can see her move into the gates, and they close behind her in his mind. He is unable to decipher what is real, and what is not here...as he tries to get up to his feet.

As doing so he looks to see a pair of feet in front of him...then as he follows them to the ankles, legs, and chest.......it is the face that knocks him back onto his rear. Devan Storm...Johnny's father...looms overtop of him. A smile crosses his lips, as he reaches down taking Storm by the arm...helping him up. Johnny looks to him in disbelief as he begins to back away, and then turns to run.....but turns right into his mother. His eyes are widened once again, but her calm touch eases him a bit. Just as it had as a child. Still in disbelief....he draws her in for a deep embrace. She returns the feeling as he feels the Child Within him emerge at her easy touch. Devan comes to stand behind him, as he then turns to face his father. His face now not so stern....but proud. Storm thrusts himself into his father's arms, as the older version of a Johnny Storm rubs his son's shoulders. His mother then pats Johnny on the back, and causes him to see why he was here in this happy reunion. Following her finger to where she is pointing, off in the distance he see's a large Golden Throne....to it's left is an orb of some sorts...resembling earth. To it's right, a man with long dark hair....and a scruffy looking beard...looking to be in his 30's and wearing long white robes. Storm slowly makes his way along with his mother & father, coming to stand before the throne that is now empty....the omnipitent like figure from the right moves towards him...coming to stand right in front of him. Nose to nose they stare at one another, and the figure suddenly pulls Storm into his own embrace. The two stand there for long moments....he unsure of the feeling of warmth he felt in this strangers embrace. He moves away from him slightly, and looks at him now...a thin smile formed around his lips. This felt so good..so right. This felt like family..yet...he wasn't here for this. What was it he was supposed to be doing? He couldn't remember.

And then it hit's him. Scarlett....Scarlett Rayne. She was entering hell when he was whisked away to here. Dropping to his knee's he speaks freely although it falls upon deaf ears. His vocal chords not working for them. He not sure what he's saying. He reaches for the robes...tugging at them as if a child to a parent, begging...pleading with unheard words. Tears begin pushing out of his eyes as he tugs at the robes of the right hand of the throne. The older man looks down upon him with care, and places his hand upon his head. Suddenly his voice was heard loud & clear.::

Johnny Storm: Please God...allow her to live. Take me, take me. I...I love her. I love her more than anything, even life itself. If you have to condemn anyone, then send me...cause she's the only part of me that's good......and the only part of me that is pure in this world......and she has the right to live instead of me!

::Johnny bows his head, tears pouring out onto the marble floor before the throne. His parents look to the figure before them with a disturbed glance, and he himself casts a wayward glance backwards to the empty throne. A smile crosses his face, as he nods.....and turns back to look down upon Johnny Storm. Before Storm can even look up....a bright light flashes white, and he is knocked backwards.....His father, his mother, and the omnious form of a relative from ancient's past....is all seen through the white as he is whisked away once more. His body feel's numb as he feels his stomach twist & churn within the travel of the white light...and then suddenly like a wave it washes through him, jerking something out from Within him that resembles that of some sort of embryo. It glows red, and provides the only color within the vast aray of white. Like an explosion the embryo/seed explodes from within, shattering off into several different parts. Storm allows a hollow scream as he feel's a burning tear into his back...like the hand of God had litterally reached out and touched him. He falls forward into the white abyss......hurdling through it as if some mystical force would carry him. He feel's blood pour down out of his hands, as he looks down and see's stakes pushed through them....he allows a final scream, that falls upon deaf ears as he flashes right into reality once again. He raises his eyes warily, and all he can see is blood red......indicating a crimson mask the likes that no one had ever seen. He felt the prickles & deep gashes within his forehead, as the crown of thorns dug into his flesh. Looking from side to side..his hands out stretched....nailed directly to a cross. Looking down his body, dirt...mud....and cow dung hang from his body.....packed into two slits made with a doubled edged sword into his rib cages...like human pockets. Blood streaks down his body as he looks around to see a woman in tears below him....as if she were trying to shield him as he bleeds. Many men & women are around now...looking upon him, as a the crack of a Roman whip rings out across Storm's flesh. He opens his mouth to yelp, but nothing comes out......not one sound. He takes every ounce of punishment.........just as his Ancestor had so many centuries ago. Storm feel's himself go limp...his last thoughts of Scarlett...and the hope that they gave him his one last wish before death.::

DECEMBER 11th, 2001
CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA
CHARLOTTE MEMORIAL MISSION HOSPITAL
THE CHILD WITHIN (FINAL): 9:20a.m.

::Redemption raises the trumpet up to his lips, and takes in a deep inhale to allow the exhale to cause the blow. Just as he is about to allow the exhale...he falters in his breath, and his eyes go from confident & calculalating to shocked & disturbed. He can't make his final breath as he reaches for his throat....dropping the trumpet, and suffocating loudly. He musters a few sounds, but they are unheard without the oxygen to express them vocally. He then stumbles around, falling forward onto Scarlett Rayne's body.....coughing loudly over her dead body. HIs red glowing eyes disipate as he goes limp. The body lays there for a few moments, and suddenly it is filled with life once again. The lungs expand, and then exhale....causing a breath as the body jerks backwards...and when the eyes open Johnny Storm stands there......looking down on the still dead body of Scarlett Rayne Sengir. He rubs his forehead, and shakes his head for a moment...trying to get his thoughts under control. He looks to her...and shakes his head....taking her hand in his.::

Johnny Storm: I tried Scarlett.....I love you. I wish I could have given you that much before this was all over.

::Johnny Storm allows a tear as he kisses her hand in vain. It was over. She was dead, and not even a trip to heaven could save her. This was his life.....this was his chance...and he blew it. He screwed up his one chance at a family over stupidity's reason. He doesn't see her chest raise up, nor it go down allowing her to have a breath. He doesn't realize the warmth that begins to flood her cheeks once again.....not looking for the simple movements she now makes. It isn't untill the odd beep....beep....beep...of her heart monitor, that he looks upwards to where the green light now has signs of life. His eyes widen, as he looks down upon Scarlett who warily opens her eyes as if from a deep sleep. He stands up now, an expression of joy across his face....laughing wildly....as she now completley comes too..looking at him strangely. He reaches down, kissing her deeply as she accepts it....yet with question. He raises up, and runs his hands through his hair....leaving them around his temples, and shaking his head with a huge grin. She looks at him with an awkward glance, as Eric & Derek Rayne both burst into the room.....all of this only seeming like 4 minuetes to the world around them. Storm turns back to Derek & Eric with a huge grin, and points to Scarlett...in which he bends down and kisses her again. She pushes him back a bit...looking at him...her eyes raising.::

Scarlett Rayne: Johnny.....where are your clothes?

::Storm looks down bewildered, as he see's that he infact is wearing no clothes. What bothers him more however, is the way Derek Rayne is staring right at him. He approaches...spinning him around, and Eric gasps as he looks upon his back. Storm raises his eyebrows.::

Johnny Storm: What the hell are you doing?

Derek Rayne: Something in ancient Hebrew...has been burned into your back.

Johnny Storm: What?!?

::Storm turns slightly to look into the mirror that stands over in the far wall, and see's in odd symbols something scribbled across his back...as if it was seared right into his flesh. HIs thoughts then go to that moment that he felt the burning into the center of his back, and his eyes widen at the thought.::

Johnny Storm: Do you have any clue as to what it says....

::Storm pulls one of the sheets from Scarlett, and covers up his bum as he says this..turning so that Derek can study it closer. Derek clutches his chin between his thumb & pointer finger.::

Derek Rayne: I believe it says....."Your Futures Are Unwritten".

::The room is silent as Storm looks to Scarlett, and she to him. She quickly kicks the covers away from her...as if she had never went through this entire ordeal with a child. Pulling up her hospital gown, it is obvious....that there are no injuries to her. No complications...no signs that she was even pregnant to begin with. She looks to Storm who smiles.....as she thrusts herself into his arms. He holds her close as Derek retreats a few steps..catching Eric by the arm, and signaling for the door. Storm keeps her body against his......exactly where it felt safe & warm. Within his embrace was where she found what it was that she needed to find the strength to live....and not all embraces can be said to do the same for everyone else. His kiss touches her neck, and his tears flow along with hers......both shedding out onto each others necks.::

Johnny Storm: I love you...

Scarlett Rayne: I love you too.....

Johnny Storm: I'm sorry.....for being such a fool...

Scarlett Rayne: It's ok....I'm sorry too.

Johnny Storm: For what?

Scarlett Rayne: For being a fool first....

::Their embrace is broken for only a moment, as he smiles at her with an assured feeling that he had never felt. Kissing her she takes him into her arms....embracing tight...their body's melding together, their souls entertwined. Suddenly Storm breaks away from her...a grin across his face.::

Johnny Storm: Marry Me!

Scarlett Rayne: What?!?

Johnny Storm: Marry Me Scarlett...become my wife.

Scarlett Rayne: But Johnny...what about Tyler..I have to think of him, and I have to...

::He cuts her off with quick expressions.::

Johnny Storm: It doesn't matter...I...I'll adopt him. He will be my son. Just say yes...

::She looks at him for a long moment in disbelief, and her motor functions are the only thing that allow her answer in the form of a nod. His smile grows beyond the normal paramaters, as she laughs out loud now...and he moves in to kiss her. The doctor comes rushing in, and in disbelief he looks to Scarlett.....right before hitting the floor from passing out. Storm smirks, and scoops Scarlett up into his arms. She is taken by surprise, but falls into them as he lifts her up....and makes his way towards the door....making no heed of hospital regulations, or the fact that he had nothing on but a bed sheet. This was a union....a union that was bound in love, and a union that would soon be bound by law.

Innocent. We were once all innocent. Yet where did that time go? Why can't we get the chances to fix things that we've already totaly and completely fucked up? Well then where would the challenge of life be? God know that we can't deny sin....but does that mean we should invite it in without any consequences? I think we all know the answers before they come...just sometimes we are just to stupid to accept them for the truth. Innocent. We were once all innocent. I guess it's not till life's complications that we fuck it all up, and throw it away. Perhaps the lesson of today's events....is it's not to late to change things with The Child Within, if it's not already thrown.......::

DECEMBER 13th, 2001
CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA
THE STORM ESTATE
PICKING UP THE PIECES: 1:45p.m.

::The camera flashes on, and it is obvious what it picks up. The inner workings of the Storm Estate...the elaborate home of "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm...CEO & Owner of the Storm Corporation...along with senior owner of the Fans Wrestling Federation, and half owner in the Gladiator Wrestling Association. Storm is not seen at first, as he makes his way around the front of the camera...and sits down in a nice padded chair. He lifts what appears to be a remote control of some kind, and presses the play button. Suddenly the Television to the far end of the room turns on, and the Camera simply records Storm watching TV as he intently stares in it's direction.::

::Johnny Storm on The GWA...September 17th, 2001....Gladiator Wrestling Association Television::
Johnny Storm: The entire GWA, just like you Chris Cane...Chosen....is like a spounge. You want to feed off of what Johnny Storm can provide you. Your name....Your titles.....Your lives....Your money....Your wives.....Your cars...Your fame...hell..with me...you can even look like YOU yourself have talent. I am an illusionist Cane, and on Insurrection I'm going to make you look good for the very first time in your lousy f*cking career...but just like Anton Rayge....you will be yet another win in my growing collumn. Just like Anton Rayge, I will prove that you are nothing but a bitch in heat, and I'm the stud that's carrying your affections! One way or another, in whatever form you come in...the GWA ralleys behind Johnny Storm. Either with me as my team mates...or allies.....Or as my enemies...trying to spounge off of my fame. My wrestling fans, my wrestling arenas, my wrestling rings, my f*cking wrestling company....get the picture boys. Steven Fury is nothing but a side marter to the grand picture...I am the full frontal view of the GWA! I led us into battle with the FWF, and although they screwed us....I still held my head high as the Gladiator Champion. When things looked bleak...I held my head high as the Gladiator Champion.....and now...in our darkest hour, with an attack on America behind us. We are almost at a one week anniversary...and yet there has to be more distruction just for you boys to get the point. You need me to feed you one more ass beatings just so you can make this clear in your pea sized brains. Well far be it from me....your Gladiator Champion....to keep you from your clarity.

::The word clarity rings out as Johnny Storm stops the tape, and leans back with a smirk on his face. How long had it been since he had been out of the GWA, and jumped over to the FWF? Chris Cane was the last man to get his ass beat to a bloody pulp in a real match by Johnny Storm in the GWA. Now true.....the next week on Insurrection, Johnny Storm handed Lost World's his ass, and then dropped the Gladiator Championship down across his chest...but as I said....last real match. The match with Lost....wasn't real, it was a sham. The same sham as MISSLE & Mercury getting a win for the tag titles. It was bullshit. It was a sham. Storm stands up to his feet, and twists a little to cause his back to creak & snap the way it sometimes did. He then stepped over to the VCR, and took out the video tape..replacing it with another. He sits back down in the chair, and props his feet up on the extravogant table in front of him. Holding the conrtols up, he presses play...and the VCR begins once again...and Storm's mug comes back up on the screan.::

::Johnny Storm's first ever Promo in FWF.....October 27th, 2001......Fans Wrestling Federation Television::
Johnny Storm: The FWF....Fans Wrestling Federation.....your savior has arrived. Most of you are probably thinking, "I didn't know that we needed to be saved." Most of the mindless vermin of the world delude themselves into thinking that, so why wouldn't this place be any different. I can see how you all could be more than a little confused. Here you are...in a world market for entertainment purposes, and most of you have become a house hold name. Well....that is......'Most Of You'. It's actually kind of funny. You've lost your sense of reality's...amongst a group of gimmics....amongst a fascade of greatness. But how can any of you truely be great, when you haven't even faced the best in your industry? Some of you ask who "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm is? Obviously if you have to ask this question, then you have had your heads stuck up your own asses for too long. But who am I to judge....oh that's right. I'm everything. I'm the man who bought into your beloved company as an outsider and an enemy. I am the man who snatched up 51% of the voting stock, and became a lead role in an already elaborate story. Yet, I won't bore you with the details. If you are apart of this company, then you know what that little strip of information means. You know what I can do with my possessions, and you know that if I want..I can sell my stocks for a low price...causing the FWF's financial structure to go down considerably. How do you think that woud effect your salary's boys? Yeah...I thought that might get your attention. After all....it is all about money isn't it? Especialy for a man like The Foundation. Have you ever wondered why you aren't paid quite as much as perhaps some of the other men in this buisness. If money was the measure of talent......by the look of your financial records.....You aren't very talented at all. And well....I don't think I need to go into how much money I have at my disposal.

::Johnny Storm stops the tape once again, and turns the equipment off with a shake of his head. He then whirls in his chair to where it now faces the camera, and develops a shit eating grin across his face.::

Johnny Storm: Same sermon, Same preacher. It's kind of funny that I feel like I have to repeat myself around the Fans Wrestling Federation. I had to do the same god damn thing over in the Gladiator Wrestling Association. You'ld think that by jumping from one place to the other you might find just an incling of higher education..but alas.....I'm beging to believe that the FWF is the same group of ass clowns that the GWA was when I left them. I mean...for god's sake...they have a guy who talks to Colonel Sanders statues for advice. Yes...I'm talking about the chicken guy in all white...who's supposed to be dead. Yet...here...we have a guy who rapes and plunders women on national television, acting as if he will never be caught. Yet the ignorance I speak of is not any of these obvious things. It's the lack of acceptance. The lack of acceptance for the truth. You people have been deluding yourselves. You've been running around like a bunch of chickens with your heads cut off....no direction...no intelligence...and no clue. It's like you guys don't even want to learn. Like your back in high school, and your mommy's & daddy's are all bitching about these horriable grades....and you look at them, and say probably the most idiotic line I've ever heard. "Well Dad.....why do I need to know English? I'm not going to England." I mean God Damn. It seems like I can't go anywhere without seeing some stupidity coming out of someone's mouth. But no where have I seen this more...than in the Fans Wrestling Federation. Even after awhile in the GWA, they started to shut the fuck up and realize that I was omnipitent there. Now we have small fries like Ashram Kenjin & Joey Jackson saying that I ran from them. Well this isn't a rendition of "Tainted Love", you fuck nuts...cause I never ran from anyone. You guys just aren't talented enough to get yourselves over without the use of Johnny Storm's name in your fucking promos. Joey it appears may be trying to quit, but Ashram....you continue to do it...and look at you....your the Gladiator Champion. Makes sense don't it? Drop my name here, drop my name there. Show entire fucking segments of me on TV during a promo...and you gain the Gladiator Championship. Kid...you can go on singing the same old song & dance, but I'm through worrying with you. Just like I'm done worrying with the GWA....but....this all brings me to my opponents in FWF..so there is a point to that little GWA rant.

Mercury. I haven't mentioned shit about my GWA Grand Slam Championship but once..and that was just to let you know a little more about me. But so far...all I've heard out of you is...He's so proud of that Grand Slam Championship, he's always running his mouth about the GWA. Well pal....it sounds to me like the only one running his mouth about GWA around here is you. YOU have stated that I am a great wrestler. YOU have stated that I am a GWA Grand Slam Champion. About on 30 different occasions you have made mention of Johnny Storm being the greatest Gladiator Champion ever. Yet...you say who cares? Who cares? Well Mercury.....evidently you do. Evidently my past achievements mean a whole hell of a lot to you considering you've never held anything other than the Tag Team Title I HANDED you. But in my lifetime I've been in many feds, and I've seen many kinds of envy in the backstage area. None worse than the kind you administer though. You want to be me don't you Mercury? You wish that you could be Johnny Storm. It's starting to make so much sense to me now. That's why ever so surely your becoming my bitch. Your falling right into line with every move I make. That's why you go to such lengths to try and find out so much about me, so as to gain knowledge of your own failures. You want to try and belittle me by talking shit, so as to possiably one day take my place. Well Mercury...I'll let you in on a seceret. Your a bitch, who couldn't keep a bitch...who will always be a bitch, and has been nothing but a bitch thus far. And that pretty much covers it. Now I've noticed here in the FWF, you guys like to spout out lines from the dictionary during your promos.....so let me throw a word & an example out at you.

Fear: 1 : to feel fear in (oneself)
2 : to have a reverential awe of <fear God>
3 : to be afraid of : expect with alarm: to be afraid or apprehensive

::Storm touches the play button upon the VCR once again, and Mercury comes on from his very first promo on the subject of the PPV.::

Mercury: Johnny fucking Storm…man, can’t I get away from the guy? He’s sure to be pissed cause I took his tag title the other night, so that doesn’t do me any favors…

::Turning it off now, he turns back to smile at the camera with a grin.::

Johnny Storm: To feel fear in oneself.....that seems to describe how Mercury sounds at that moment eh? But who could blame him? I am someone who is easily feared on a normal basis. Men piss their pants when they hear that Johnny Storm is their opponent! I mean hell....anything can happen on Sunday when you face me for the Fans Wrestling Federation Big Mouth Championship. Anything. In these past few weeks I've been through alot, and to tell you the truth... a match like this is exactly what I need to get back to normal. I need a match like this to make me smirk, and put a smile across my face. A match like this makes me happy. I'm content when I see the promos for When Worlds Collide on my TV...because I know that I'm going to win. That Title isn't even that important to me, and I think that's what makes it even that much more special for all of you. I don't even fucking care about it....I just want to step foot in the ring with you & Sexton. I just want to treat you like I have every other time we've been on camera together. Like you are my whores. You think this isn't personal for me? You think this isn't getting a little heated? Have you not been watching the FUCKING SHOW WEEK AFTER WEEK? Every match, Every opponent is a different person, and they are after the same thing every time....the most personal thing that I could possiably give them from my arsenal...and that's a victory Mercury. I know you don't know what it's like to feel undefeated, but I do. I've been beaten by only one man, in a one on one confrontation...and that man was so much more than you are, or ever will be. You got Tag Team Championship Gold eh? Well that's fine...I've held it...I don't want it. It was just a stepping stone you stupid little bastard. What I want rests around Chaos' waist, and maybe after Sunday...someone elses waist. I am here for one reason, and one reason only...and that is the FWF World Heavyweight Championship! It has always been my fueling power, and it always will be! Now I guess we better get to another word eh?

Envy: 1 : painful or resentful awareness of an advantage enjoyed by another joined with a desire to possess the same advantage
3 : an object of envious notice or feeling

::Storm presses the button again, and awaits the clip to shoot up onto the screan.::

Mercury: being the first Gladiator Wrestling Association grand slam champion…

::Stopping the tape, Storm smirks, and nods in the direction of the camera.::

Johnny Storm: So you can see....how this word can fit this description of Mercury. The more and more he opens his mouth, the more and more I'm able to just crusafy him alive with my words. They say that the highest form of flattery is Mockery.....well....please, don't go doing me any favors kid..cause quite frankly I wouldn't be to damn impressed. Just like I haven't been too impressed with you & MISSLE's attempts at a payback. So far you've used all of my old tactics, with some of the tactics I've done to you just the week before. Do you think these fans are stupid? Some of them have nothing better to do than to watch the show over & over just to see what's new, and what's stolen. They know that you & MISSLE are nothing but copy cats. They know you really want to be a Gladiator...something that you & MISSLE could never obtain even if you wanted to. And why would you want to? I mean...you have the only Gladiator that ever fucking mattered in the Fans Wrestling Federation. You have the man who made the GWA....the Fed That Fantastic Built. Let Ashram Kenjin talk all his shit about being Mr. GWA, cause yet again...he's stealing another one of my fucking deals. Everything around these parts must be tainted or stolen, cause you sons of bitches can't seem to have one original thoughts between all of you. I call a group meeting in the backstage area before the PPV, and I want to have you all brain storm together to come up with ONE....JUST FUCKING ONE...original idea out of the lot of you. Am I an asshole Mercury? You God Damn right! But you have my reasons all wrong kid...you do...because I'm not here to be an asshole to you & MISSLE, I'm here to prove what I've been preaching....and that's to be the best. Kid....Sunday Night...your going to find out why I'm the Lord of the Dance, and I'm not talking that river shit Neither.

Now I'm only going to give MISSLE a short amount of my attention......NEVER......EVER....steal my fucking catch phrases, or alter my catch phrases again. We all know what your talking about.....so why bother with explaining it to the common, cause they saw it too!

Finally....we come to my personal favorite bitch.......James Sexton. HAHAHAHA! The Big Mouth Champion! The man..the myth...the hero...the tragedy. James....you are just one big walking tragedy aren't you? It's a tragedy what happened with you & Serena. It's a tragedy what happened to you at the hands of me. It's a Tragedy that you have possiably killed & murdered Ranma Saotome...but you know what the biggest Tragedy out of all this is James? The biggest Tragedy is the fact that you were ever born in the first place. A Tragedy is the fact that you thought you could ever pleasure a woman enough to get her to comply to a marriage proposal! THAT IS A FUCKING TRAGEDY!! You walk around here running your fucking mouth with this sad ass attitude, and you don't know what fucking Tragedy is! Well let me tell you James.....Tragedy is losing your parents when your just a small child. Tragedy is losing your best friend to a fucking desease! Tragedy is losing a family you had never even knew existed, and when you figured it out.....THEY DIED!! A Tragedy is when you find that the woman your with is carrying another man's child because she felt the need to try and save their relationship! TRAGEDY IS WHEN YOU SEE EVERYONE AROUND YOU DROP LIKE FLYS!! Tragedy James.....is you walking around with the Olympic Champion, because James...I've held it before....went undefeated....and you just don't deserve it. Simple as that. So from one Gladiator to a cheap imitation....let me let you in on a secret. If you win this match against me......then you can call yourself a fucking Gladiator..but untill then, just go cry a little more about your not so Tragic life. Go on and run your mouth about being a fucking Hero...when you are a villian James. The worst kind of Villian. The Villian that doesn't even fucking know he's spreading his lies upon the people. The Villian who will be thwarted by yours truely on Sunday. Don't worry folks, cause at When Worlds Collide.....finally James Sexton will have his mouth shut permanently. Why James? Because of a Tragedy? Nah....just because I'm going to fill it with my fucking boot! I guess what I'm trying to say guys.....this Sunday.....you will all end up just like all the fucking Rest....

FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN FUCKING BLOOD!!!

And then we have the added bonus....not one match, but two. Johnny Storm..the NEW Big Mouth Champion.....v.s. Scott "Sparrow" Pandora....FWF Legend....AGAIN!! Didn't I already beat your ass? If your thinking yes...then your right jack ass! You know from one Legend to another, let me just say....You didn't put up half of the fucking challenge I thougth you would Scotty. I thought you would have been all over the chance to try and do something to dethrone this...(ahem) up & commer as you fucking ass holes like to call me. But no Scott...not then, and not now. I'm going to walk into this match, and I'm going to blow you completely away. Just like last time, I'm going to out WRESTLE YOU.....because in this buisness, unlike everyone else, it's something that I can still remember how to do! I don't need to hid behind the shield of a Hardcore Match, because I know that I can beat you 1...2..3 with a simple roll up! You guys may have forgoten what this buisness is....you may have forgotten what true talent means, but it's not opening your mouth and flapping your god damn jaws. I'm here to bring something back to the Fans Wrestling Federation that has been missing for a long God Damn time. WRESTLING! Mercury...Sexton....this all starts with you...and then it ends with you Scott. It ends the same as it did for the other two. It ends with your backs to the mat, and your shoulders pinned down hard. The referee rounding around for a better view...dropping to his stomach, and then slapping the mat not once, not twice, but THREE times! You should remember how that feels guys...considering at one point or another you've all ended up there before. Once again I will prove why I have the most Fantastic body, the most Fantastic face, and why soon enough I'll have FWF Gold around my Fantastic Waist! Be prepared boys...to be Fantastically Eliminated!!!

::Storm stands, and places his hand over the view of the camera, and flips it off...a smile forming over his face. They had no idea...no inkling as to what they had gotten their FWF superstars into. CEO Marlow & Goldman had totally fucked up when they allowed Johnny Storm to gain control of 51% of their company, and even more when they allowed him to start competing. Now was the time to prove that it was one more time...one more fight...one more series of attacks...and one more promo....away from a Fantastic Victory! Sunday Night...When Worlds Collide....when men Collide. Will those men stand the test that lay before them...or will they fall into the Vision of Violence that Storm has his sights set on. Sunday Night........we will find out.::

THE END.....NOT FUCKING LIKELY!!