The SWF Is Not Enough 2

[Secret Agent 0]

SJL Wrath

 

Oh my god, the pain.

 

It rushes through my body with a burning sensation as I lie upon a table unable to move. A few seconds ago I was climbing into the ring to help out the Wildchild. Jack the Ripper was beating the hell out of him, and I knew something had to be done to stop this madman. Before I could do anything I was attacked by Ejiro Fasaki and slammed through a table.

 

I can see them tossing Wildchild right out of the ring. He’s falling right over me. I close my eyes for only a second, ready to brace myself for the impact.

 

Or was it longer?

 

It must have been.

 

When I reopen my eyes I find myself-

 

-Lying in a field, staring into the starlit night sky?

 

“What the hell?” I ask myself as I begin to stand. Standing in a-

 

-Cornfield?

 

“What the hell?” I ask myself once more. “What happened to the ring? The fans? The arena? How did I get here?”

 

Asking myself these questions is about as useless as asking a bum to borrow a dollar. Maybe I can find someone to help me, and tell me where I am. As I look up ahead there seems to be a strong light, maybe I should head that way. I start to move forward, pushing aside the man husk of corn, making my way closer to this light source. I push on for at least five minutes through this never-ending field of dreams? Wait a second…dreams? I can’t be dreaming! I take a deep breath of air just to make sure. After all you can’t smell in your dreams, can you?

 

I stop for a moment as the smell of smoke begins to filter into my nose. Smoke? Is there a fire? I begin to pick up the pace, and with every new step the smell of smoke becomes even stronger. Suddenly a woman’s scream cuts through the silence like a hot knife through butter! “Oh God!” I say as I finally reach the end of the field, and I see an old farmhouse raging with fire!

 

Or at least what used to be a farmhouse.

 

The fire has seized control over this old home, taking over with a vengeance. I swear I can hear the fire growling as it lashes out at the night sky, hungry for even more to consume! There couldn’t possibly be anyone in there, could there? I begin to jog, no run.

 

I stop a good 50 feet from the house as a blast of heat almost melts my eyes right out of my socket. I put my hand to my head as I try to peer through this wall of heat at the front door of the house. Suddenly-

 

BBbOOOOooOOOoOMmMMMmmMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

An explosion tears through this old house, shredding the very fiber of its soul! I turn away to shield myself, feeling the liquefied glass pelting against my suit coat. I look back as a loud noise draws my attention.

 

“What the hell?”

 

I ask again as I see a figure emerging from the house, carrying two human skulls in each hand. It’s a man. I can’t quite make out the face, it is rather distorted but I can sense his expression, and I can hear him laughing. His arms are the size of cannons, and his size…good God this man is huge! On his shoulder I see something plated with gold, and the reflection of the fire on it is almost blinding! How can he stand in that fire? Laughing? What in the world is going on?

 

“Daaangerouuuusss!” His deep voice thunders through the night as he calls me out. What does he want from me? Who is he?

 

Slowly he raises his arm out and points the skull directly me. “You will nevvvverr stop me…Youu aren’t EVEN close!” He begins to laugh once again, and it is almost deafening as raises both skulls up and slams them together.

 

CrRRrAAssShHHH!!!!!

 

The bones shatter upon impact, sending shards of bone flying everywhere! My eyes widen with fear as the fire begins to burrow out from the house, and rushes in towards me! I know there is no escape so I simply stretch my arms out, raise my head up with my eyes closed, and prepare for my demise. Just before the fire chars my flesh my face becomes drenched with sweat..

 

 

Sweat?

 

 

It’s too cold. It feels like ice water…

 

 

 

 

SMACK!

 

 

“Wake up, Agent Barracuda!”

 

Johnny suddenly jerks up from the couch he had been laying on, drenched in water. “What happened?” He ask in between a rapid succession of breaths with his heart beating a hundred times a minute. “Where is he?”

 

“Where is who?” Ask Sydney Kassle. Wait a second, Sydney Kassle? She is Johnny Dangerous’ superior! What in the world is she doing here in Johnny’s locker room?

 

Johnny quickly surveys the room, seeing two men dressed in typical combat style black fatigues, armed with guns, and of course the delectable Sydney Kassle. “Sydney! Now I know I’m dreaming!” Johnny says as he begins to calm his nerves.

 

“Mr. Dangerous” She begins. “You know I typically do NOT make field visits, except for certain matters, and that matter is NOT to take a ride of the Johnny Dangerous love train! I am here to determine whether or not you are to continue this mission!”

 

“What?” Ask Johnny, rather surprised by her statement. “Whether or not I am to continue? Do you realize who you are dealing with? I am Johnny ‘The Barracuda’ Dangerous, and I DO NOT pull out of any incomplete mission!”

 

She clasp he hands behind her back before responding. “Mr. Dangerous we fear you are failing to reach the goals of the mission required to put a stop to this mystery man, involved with the SWF. You have not even come CLOSE to finding out anything more than we already knew before deploying you here. By now you were supose to have obtained the World Championship in order to look like genuine and exit the training division of the SWF.”

 

“It’s not as easy as you would think, Sydney.”

 

“Please address me as Ms. Kassle, Mr. Dangerous. This is not a social call.”

 

“Fine, Ms. Kassle! Like I said before, it is not as easy as you or I had originally thought! Plus I have some problems with this Jack the Ripper. He has somehow figured out that I am a real spy, and thinks that he is the one I am after. I can’t take a step without him dropping out of some shadowy corner and planting a baseball bat into my head!”

 

“So you are letting personal issues, distract you from the mission than?” She ask with a raised eyebrow.

 

“No, it’s just a little problem. A problem that can be easily dealt with.”

 

“It had better be, Mr. Dangerous. And you had better start putting more effort into your ring workouts and less time fraternizing with the local female population. You have these crowds backing you, all you need is to strive a little harder to meet the requirements. The longer you stay here the longer this man runs free.”

 

“If I have to come back here, you will leave with me. Is that clear, Mr. Dangerous?”

 

“Crystal.” He responds.

 

Sydney turns to walk out the door, taking her two guards with her. Before she leaves she turns back to Johnny and with a smile says. “Johnny, I watch you every show. Just to let you know, I only take champions home with me. The SWF is not enough, alone.” Then closes the door behind her as she leaves.

 

“Yeah right.” Johnny thinks to himself. “There is a reason they call you ‘The Fortress” back at the office.” Johnny slumps back into the couch as his mind begins to wander. "Who was that man in my dream? Was it a vision? Or does Jack have me so stressed out, that I'm hallucinating?"

 

We shall see:

[Guest TheBostonStrangler]

Nice work, Johnny. I enjoyed the first promo you wrote when you entered the league, and I like that you're heading back in this direction. Try and keep it up.

[Guest Powerplay]

Dream promos are freaky, and they are hit and miss with me. This was a hit: it wasn't overly confusing or cliched. Nice refocusing of your goal in the SJL and the SWF as a whole. And now I'm off to check my eyes.....

[Guest Goodear]

Whoo hoo! More spyage, yet not allowing JtR out of the loop just quite yet. The spy thing actually has a lot of possibilities now that I think about it than I originally thought it did. Good work.

[Guest realitycheck]

I ask again as I see a figure emerging from the house, carrying two human skulls in each hand. It’s a man. I can’t quite make out the face, it is rather distorted but I can sense his expression, and I can hear him laughing. His arms are the size of cannons, and his size…good God this man is huge! On his shoulder I see something plated with gold, and the reflection of the fire on it is almost blinding!

 

Well now. There's some powerful imagry for you.

 

Reaffirming Johnny's mission, and his spy background is always good, as it reinforces the motivation and background of the character.

 

Curious to see where you go from here...

 

-Z