Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2013 5:51:53 GMT -6
"Firestorm" Johnathan Mills lays on the ground in the parking lot outside of the arena in Tokyo.
He had blown it.
He came in with a full head of steam to try to make an impact in NEW and has been defeated. It wasn't an easy win for Own Gonsalves, but it was still a win for him and a loss for Johnathan Mills. As he lay there, a young Japanese boy walks past. He points at Johnathan and laughs until the boy's parents come and collect him. Johnathan shakes his head and continues to lay in place.
Eventually, his phone rings. Johnathan hits the button to answer the call and places the phone on his forehead. He doesn't say anything right away though.
A female's voice rings out. Rose Johnston.
Johnston: "Johnny? Johnny? Is that you? Are you there?"
Mills: "You're on him."
Johnston: "And how is that when I'm in Illinois? Nevermind. I saw the match. Are you alright? I knew I should have come with you. PT be damned. He wouldn't bother a NEW star anyways."
Johnathan mumbles under his breath.
Mills: "Not anymore he won't."
Johnston: "What was that?"
Mills: "Nothing, dear. I'm fine. Why would you think otherwise?"
Johnston: "Do you know who they have you facing at the new Edge?"
Johnathan shrugs, but then remembers that he's on the phone.
Mills: "Oh I don't know. I don't think the show has even finished up yet."
Johnston: "Where are you?"
Johnathan just laughs, holding in his bitterness at losing as best he can.
Mills: "Why, my dear? I'm in my locker room and enjoying an after match snack!"
Johnston: "Really? So you are not laying in the parking lot outside of the arena and wondering of someone might be so considerate as to run you over and end the humiliation of losing your debut match."
Mills: "Now, why would I do that? What makes you think that?"
Johnathan sits up quickly, knocking the cell phone to the ground in his haste. He looks around nervously.
Johnston: "You drop the phone again, Johnny?"
Johnathan quickly picks up the phone and presses it to his ear.
Mills: "Oh no, babe. I just ah. Well that is...um...Owen Gonsalves just pounded me on the back and offered to buy me a beer for such a great effort during our match. It just shook up the phone, dear."
Johnston: "How long have we been a couple?"
Mills: "Two years?"
Johnston: "You think I don't know when you're lying to me? And besides...I know what you're doing now and did while you were supposed to be preparing for your match because?"
Johnathan slaps his hand to his forehead.
Mills: "You saw it on the news? The top of a building exploding probably hit the news..."
Johnston: "You know better..."
Mills: "While I was out, you went to the front desk at my hotel, told them you were my wife to get in my room, hacked my lap top, and found out what I was up to. You watched the show and are standing ten feet away from me on the phone."
In seconds, Rose Johnston is standing over Johnathan with a wide smile.
Johnston: "Use what works, right?"
Johnathan Mills is up on his feet in a heart beat and has his arms wrapped tightly around Rose.
Mills: "Rose! I'm so glad to see you!"
Rose slowly eases out of the bear hug and looks at Johnathan for injuries. She shakes her head.
Johnston: "What were you thinking? Waltzing into ICW Tower as a boy hooker? Was Merciless really so much of a threat that he required you to brave life and death again to fight him?"
Johnathan gives Rose a passionate, serious look.
Mills: "He threatened you and mom. You don't know what he had done to Donnie's girlfriend in there. What he's willing to do to get his way. It will not happen! Not under my watch! A hero who stands by and does nothing when his loved ones are in danger is no more than a coward and a traitor."
Rose shakes her head, wiping away tears.
Johnston: "You are not a hero, Johnny! You are a pro wrestler. You are my hero, but not in a super hero sense. No more of this. Alright? Just be a wrestler. You have the opening match in a three way dance in the next show. Prepare for it instead of fighting some shadow war against evil. Alright? Be safe for us now! Promise me!"
Johnathan grins and nods, but a hand slips behind his back and crosses his fingers. He will never promise to not ensure that his loved ones are always safe. He has been a gamer, a slacker, and a wrestler. He has won championships and awards. None of this means anything if the ones he love come into harm through the course of his work. Love over rides all other concerns...
Mills: "Of course, dear. I promise."
Rose hugs Johnathan and gives him a passionate kiss.
Johnston: "Thank you. When I tell your mom? I bet she'll be happy too."
Mills: "So I have an opening match coming up? Against two guys in a three way dance? I'll have to up my speed a bit. The competition here seems pretty fierce too."
Johnston: "Extra hours in the gym?"
Johnathan shakes his head with a wide grin.
Mills: "Nah. I know a guy employed by the Warhammer Corporation who trains. He owes me a favor after I saved his daughter from some kidnappers. Rival trainer or something. He can get me whipped into shape."
Rose raises an eyebrow. Warhammer trainer? This doesn't sound very good.
Johnston: "Who does he normally train?"
Mills: "Oh Shocktroopers. All of his surviving students go on to elite branches."
Rose nods as they start walking to the bus stop, but then she stops Johnathan with her arm.
Johnston: "Surviving? What's his rate of survival?"
Johnathan shrugs and begins calculating on his fingers.
Mills: "Hmm. Oh I would say about ten to twenty percent."
Johnston: "So about one or two students out of ten survive his training course to become elite Shocktroopers. Are you insane?"
Mills: "Oh dear...it will be alright. I'll be asking for his accelerated program. All of his surviving students from that become Security Specialists and or Leaders. That's more of a one percent survival."
Johnathan moves quickly, catching Rose as she faints into his arms.
Mills: "Rose? Rose?"
**********************
"Firestorm" Johnathan Mills stands in front of his trainer. He has a white jump suit on, but it's so far from white as to be multi-colored. It's stained in blood, mud, grass, oils, and other less known fluids. It's torn and burnt in different places. Johnathan himself is a mess of scabbed wounds, stitches, burns, and bruises.
To say that he's been through hell in a couple of days would be underselling the concept of the training. Today is his final test of speed.
His trainer walks around Johnathan, examining him with a critical eye.
Trainer: "I don't know how you survived this week. You have taken more punishment than any of my students. Still, you have managed to pass every test that I have given you, except for this one. If you survive, what elite Shocktrooper branch were you considering joining?"
Johnathan remains standing straight, even though the weariness in his very bones makes him want to flop onto the ground and sleep for a week. He shakes his head.
Mills: "None of them, sir. I just needed to get into top shape so I can wrestle better, sir. I have a three way dance to open this next show for NEW."
The trainer raises an eyebrow and glares at Johnathan.
Trainer: "You went through all of this for wrestling? FOR WRESTLING? What were you thinking?"
Mills: "I was thinking-"
Trainer: "Nevermind. I don't want to know. You do your little wrestling thing after you pass your final speed test."
Johnathan would have shrugged, but it hurts too much to do so.
Mills: "Yes, sir."
Trainer: "Good. Let's just get this done."
The trainer opens up a cooler as an assistant brings over a cage with a tiger in it. He places a necklace of bloody steaks around Johnathan's neck.
Trainer: "You will get a ten second head start and then we will release the hungry lion. So...run."
Johnathan looks at the caged lion with wide eyes.
Mills: "You want me to outrun a bloody tiger? That's insane!"
Trainer: "4...5...6..."
Johnathan let's loose a stream of curses and begins running as fast as he can. Once the trainer hits the count of ten, he releases the tiger.
The tiger takes off running after Johnathan with a growl.
Mills: "Oh crap! Oh crap! Crap of a Cracker!"
We close as Johnathan is running as fast as he can from the tiger.
He had blown it.
He came in with a full head of steam to try to make an impact in NEW and has been defeated. It wasn't an easy win for Own Gonsalves, but it was still a win for him and a loss for Johnathan Mills. As he lay there, a young Japanese boy walks past. He points at Johnathan and laughs until the boy's parents come and collect him. Johnathan shakes his head and continues to lay in place.
Eventually, his phone rings. Johnathan hits the button to answer the call and places the phone on his forehead. He doesn't say anything right away though.
A female's voice rings out. Rose Johnston.
Johnston: "Johnny? Johnny? Is that you? Are you there?"
Mills: "You're on him."
Johnston: "And how is that when I'm in Illinois? Nevermind. I saw the match. Are you alright? I knew I should have come with you. PT be damned. He wouldn't bother a NEW star anyways."
Johnathan mumbles under his breath.
Mills: "Not anymore he won't."
Johnston: "What was that?"
Mills: "Nothing, dear. I'm fine. Why would you think otherwise?"
Johnston: "Do you know who they have you facing at the new Edge?"
Johnathan shrugs, but then remembers that he's on the phone.
Mills: "Oh I don't know. I don't think the show has even finished up yet."
Johnston: "Where are you?"
Johnathan just laughs, holding in his bitterness at losing as best he can.
Mills: "Why, my dear? I'm in my locker room and enjoying an after match snack!"
Johnston: "Really? So you are not laying in the parking lot outside of the arena and wondering of someone might be so considerate as to run you over and end the humiliation of losing your debut match."
Mills: "Now, why would I do that? What makes you think that?"
Johnathan sits up quickly, knocking the cell phone to the ground in his haste. He looks around nervously.
Johnston: "You drop the phone again, Johnny?"
Johnathan quickly picks up the phone and presses it to his ear.
Mills: "Oh no, babe. I just ah. Well that is...um...Owen Gonsalves just pounded me on the back and offered to buy me a beer for such a great effort during our match. It just shook up the phone, dear."
Johnston: "How long have we been a couple?"
Mills: "Two years?"
Johnston: "You think I don't know when you're lying to me? And besides...I know what you're doing now and did while you were supposed to be preparing for your match because?"
Johnathan slaps his hand to his forehead.
Mills: "You saw it on the news? The top of a building exploding probably hit the news..."
Johnston: "You know better..."
Mills: "While I was out, you went to the front desk at my hotel, told them you were my wife to get in my room, hacked my lap top, and found out what I was up to. You watched the show and are standing ten feet away from me on the phone."
In seconds, Rose Johnston is standing over Johnathan with a wide smile.
Johnston: "Use what works, right?"
Johnathan Mills is up on his feet in a heart beat and has his arms wrapped tightly around Rose.
Mills: "Rose! I'm so glad to see you!"
Rose slowly eases out of the bear hug and looks at Johnathan for injuries. She shakes her head.
Johnston: "What were you thinking? Waltzing into ICW Tower as a boy hooker? Was Merciless really so much of a threat that he required you to brave life and death again to fight him?"
Johnathan gives Rose a passionate, serious look.
Mills: "He threatened you and mom. You don't know what he had done to Donnie's girlfriend in there. What he's willing to do to get his way. It will not happen! Not under my watch! A hero who stands by and does nothing when his loved ones are in danger is no more than a coward and a traitor."
Rose shakes her head, wiping away tears.
Johnston: "You are not a hero, Johnny! You are a pro wrestler. You are my hero, but not in a super hero sense. No more of this. Alright? Just be a wrestler. You have the opening match in a three way dance in the next show. Prepare for it instead of fighting some shadow war against evil. Alright? Be safe for us now! Promise me!"
Johnathan grins and nods, but a hand slips behind his back and crosses his fingers. He will never promise to not ensure that his loved ones are always safe. He has been a gamer, a slacker, and a wrestler. He has won championships and awards. None of this means anything if the ones he love come into harm through the course of his work. Love over rides all other concerns...
Mills: "Of course, dear. I promise."
Rose hugs Johnathan and gives him a passionate kiss.
Johnston: "Thank you. When I tell your mom? I bet she'll be happy too."
Mills: "So I have an opening match coming up? Against two guys in a three way dance? I'll have to up my speed a bit. The competition here seems pretty fierce too."
Johnston: "Extra hours in the gym?"
Johnathan shakes his head with a wide grin.
Mills: "Nah. I know a guy employed by the Warhammer Corporation who trains. He owes me a favor after I saved his daughter from some kidnappers. Rival trainer or something. He can get me whipped into shape."
Rose raises an eyebrow. Warhammer trainer? This doesn't sound very good.
Johnston: "Who does he normally train?"
Mills: "Oh Shocktroopers. All of his surviving students go on to elite branches."
Rose nods as they start walking to the bus stop, but then she stops Johnathan with her arm.
Johnston: "Surviving? What's his rate of survival?"
Johnathan shrugs and begins calculating on his fingers.
Mills: "Hmm. Oh I would say about ten to twenty percent."
Johnston: "So about one or two students out of ten survive his training course to become elite Shocktroopers. Are you insane?"
Mills: "Oh dear...it will be alright. I'll be asking for his accelerated program. All of his surviving students from that become Security Specialists and or Leaders. That's more of a one percent survival."
Johnathan moves quickly, catching Rose as she faints into his arms.
Mills: "Rose? Rose?"
**********************
"Firestorm" Johnathan Mills stands in front of his trainer. He has a white jump suit on, but it's so far from white as to be multi-colored. It's stained in blood, mud, grass, oils, and other less known fluids. It's torn and burnt in different places. Johnathan himself is a mess of scabbed wounds, stitches, burns, and bruises.
To say that he's been through hell in a couple of days would be underselling the concept of the training. Today is his final test of speed.
His trainer walks around Johnathan, examining him with a critical eye.
Trainer: "I don't know how you survived this week. You have taken more punishment than any of my students. Still, you have managed to pass every test that I have given you, except for this one. If you survive, what elite Shocktrooper branch were you considering joining?"
Johnathan remains standing straight, even though the weariness in his very bones makes him want to flop onto the ground and sleep for a week. He shakes his head.
Mills: "None of them, sir. I just needed to get into top shape so I can wrestle better, sir. I have a three way dance to open this next show for NEW."
The trainer raises an eyebrow and glares at Johnathan.
Trainer: "You went through all of this for wrestling? FOR WRESTLING? What were you thinking?"
Mills: "I was thinking-"
Trainer: "Nevermind. I don't want to know. You do your little wrestling thing after you pass your final speed test."
Johnathan would have shrugged, but it hurts too much to do so.
Mills: "Yes, sir."
Trainer: "Good. Let's just get this done."
The trainer opens up a cooler as an assistant brings over a cage with a tiger in it. He places a necklace of bloody steaks around Johnathan's neck.
Trainer: "You will get a ten second head start and then we will release the hungry lion. So...run."
Johnathan looks at the caged lion with wide eyes.
Mills: "You want me to outrun a bloody tiger? That's insane!"
Trainer: "4...5...6..."
Johnathan let's loose a stream of curses and begins running as fast as he can. Once the trainer hits the count of ten, he releases the tiger.
The tiger takes off running after Johnathan with a growl.
Mills: "Oh crap! Oh crap! Crap of a Cracker!"
We close as Johnathan is running as fast as he can from the tiger.