Actions and Consequences: Summer and Johnny

(Written with JC's author)

Lucas Christian: Heís finally here!

Johnnyís father said to a random guy in the club. He closes his cell phone and makes an anxious walk to the entrance. We see the beautiful nightclub in Rome and a crowd waiting outside. Probably to get in, but in this case, theyíre all waiting for Johnny to make his resurgence in Rome! Lucas rushes onto the red carpet extending to the now arriving black Lincoln Town Car Limo. Cameramen immediately rush to the car but security pushes them back.

Lucas: Let me get through!

Lucas pushes off a cameraman and reaches for the door handle. He motions to the crowd to make noise and they respond with a loud cheer. He pulls the door open and the cameramen reappear just in time to catch Johnny stepping out at his pace and showing off his newly repaired face with a smile. Bulbs flash as Johnny spin showing off a new Armani suit and the SCI Gladiator Title around his waist. He points at it.

Johnny: This is what itís all about!

He literally walks right past his father to shake hands with people as he glides through the red carpet.

Johnny: The title? Yes you may touch it. Oh, no you canít! Haha ha, Iím hilarious! . . . Hmm, Iíll consider taking your number, catch me later.

Lucas catches up with Johnny and hypes the night up for him. They enter the club to the halt of the music .

DJ: LADIES AND GENTS, MAY I HAVE YOUR EARS . . . PLEASE WELCOME OUR HONORARY GUEST FOR THIS EVENING. HE IS ITALIAS NEW GLADIATOR CHAMPION, WELOME JOHNNY CHRISTIAN EVERYBODY.

The crowd gives him an overwhelming pop (obviously not wrestling fans ) Johnny waves, smiles and walks in the the sound of his enterence music, TrustCompanyís Downfall with a club remix.

DJ: OH MR. CHRISTIAN, PAGING MR. CHRISTIAN. YOUR PRESENCE IS REQUESTED ON THE DANCE FLOOR.

At the same moment of the announcement, a waitress in a skimpy skirt, walks up to Christian, whispers in his ear, turns Johnny and begins tying a blindfold over his eyes. She walks him to the dance floor.

DJ : PLEASE PEOPLE STEP ASIDE, NOW GENERALLY WE DONíT GIVE THIS KIND OF SHOW TO A 19 YR. OLD. BUT SINCE YOUR PARENTS APPROVE, AND YOUR FATHERíS AMERICAN DOLLARS SPEAK VOLUMES, OFF WE GO. . .

ĎTouch ití by Busta Rhymes fills the club as Johnny excitedly sits on a chair set for him. Lucas walks up to him and tries to take Johnnyís belt off but Johnny clutches his fathers wrists in reflex. Lucas talks to him in his ear and Johnny lets go of his grip. Lucas takes Johnnyís title and blazer as Johnny slaps his hands together in excitement. Johnny hears the crowd suddenly get loud. They begin to go crazy and Johnny demands to know what is going on. Suddenly he feels a hand on his lap. Johnny is frozen! Suddenly he feels a body climbing him and dancing on him. She feels soft and Johnny is all smiles. She begins to gyrate and Johnny lets out a yell. At the same time he feels someone else! On his neck. And running her hands down his chest.

The girl in front of him climbs up and swipes her breast past his face and grabs his blindfold with her teeth. Johnny opens his eyes and sees the most attractive woman heís ever seen in lingerie and has the satisfactions of knowing she was on him. The two females walk back and bend over. Johnnyís mouth drops. Then the girls walk towards the stage.

DJ: WELCOME TO THE CABARET JOHNNY!

It's at this point a guest actually bothers to show up at a Johnny Christian party and it's not by accident. Silently pushing through the crowd at the door is Summer Ashton. Her red hair hangs freely from her head while her eyes stay focused on the man who is currently the center of attention at the party. A long gray coat covers her all black outfit. After filing through the various miscreants and perverts, she finds a spot behind, and off to the side of, Johnny Christian. She doesn't announce her presence though. Instead she pulls a half empty bottle of rum from her coat and takes a long swig. Her eyes move to the side to keep track of Johnny's father with her peripheral vision while drinking the swill she calls alcohol.

Johnny: TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!

Piano music plays and one of the sexy ladies grabs a mic. She sits on a chair and opens her legs as she sings, but Johnny keeps hollering.

Johnny: Take it off woman! WHEW!!!!!!!!!!!

They begin a choreographed dance on a chair.

Johnny: Get over here and strip!

Deciding she's seen enough idiocy, Summer chugs the near half bottle of rum down. Looking at Lucas Christian she speaks.

Summer: So this is what you raised? How unfortunate...

With that she throws her empty bottle in between Johnny and the dancing "girls". It shatters, pieces of the glass scatter about the floor. A shocked gasp fills this area of the bar. The girls are momentarily scared by the flying object but Johnny is still on a high.

Johnny: Hey donít be mad, there's enough room here. Hey, come on join in!

Summer snorts in reaction. Instead of replying right away she takes the time to light a cigarette. Letting the silence linger to make people more uncomfortable.

Summer: ...and he's clueless too. So is this how you intend to spend your life Johnny? Hanging out with daddy, having him buy you strange women for playmates?

Johnny: Dad whoís this?

Lucas: Umm, I think you had a match with her. Didnít I announce that no SCI staff member was invited here?! We want no part of you here.

Johnny: Hey, girl!

He yells.

Johnny: Put on a skirt and strip, otherwise get lost. Whats it gonna be?

She looks over at Lucas with an angry smirk .

Summer: Hey pops, stay outta this if you want to keep breathing.

Her attention shifts back to Johnny as she steps closer to him. Leaning down, she quiets her voice as she speaks within inches of the left side of his face.

Summer: What's the matter? Afraid I speak the truth you try to deny each night as you lie awake in bed? Afraid Daddy will be holding your hand all through life? That's not all you should fear.

He smirks.

Johnny: Someone get this girl another drink, from her breath I can tell sheíll be asking for one anyway, Oh, and not on my tab.

He sits back down. She laughs in reaction to his words, but her eyes show the seething anger behind it. She tosses her cigarette on the floor and grinds it out with her foot.

Summer: Here, let me improve your party.

With a swift kick, the leg of his chair breaks. The chair teeters forward with Johnny in it. Johnny slapps his hands on his lap.

Johnny: Ok Iím not having fun anymore!!

Lucas: I think youíve ruined the night enough girl. Leave before you are escorted!!

Johnny gets up angrily and steps up to Summer.

Johnny: What the hell is your deal . . . chick.

Summer: It's funny. Neither of you are having fun, but I'm quite enjoying myself. If you don't like my being here, why don't you and the old man do something about it little boy.

Johnny: Why don't you get on you hands and knees and pick up the glass from the floor chick. and be quick about it, I have no patience with the help.

It's at this point she no longer cares for words. With a hard right she punches him in the face. Immediately he punches her back. Grabbing each other's shoulders they headbutt each other at the same time. The struggle causes them to bring each other to the floor. They trade a couple more punches. Each bleeding from their mouths. Rolling around on the floor they each struggle for dominance, when out of nowhere their faces press together into a passionate kiss. They embrace as the kiss continues, seeming to last much longer than it actually does. Then Summer pushes him off with enough force to cause him to fly off her and land on his back. She gets to her feet immediately.

It looks as if she wants to say something, but as she's about to she notices the bouncers closing in. Looking over the opposition she calculates how poorly a straight on fight against these numbers would be. So instead she picks out the biggest of the bouncers and heads straight for him. As he attempts to grab her she punches him in the throat. He drops to his knees choking as she disappears into the crowd. Johnny stands up . . . silence . . .

Johnny: Yeah . . . You better run . . .

Johnny looks confused.

Lucas: Uh, uh lets restart the music! Restart the music! Johnny, letís get you to the washroom.

Lucas pulls Johnny towards him, but the bloody at the mouth Johnny boy stays staring at the doorway.