Post by Stormm on Feb 12, 2018 23:17:45 GMT -5
It was a victory, but a hollow one.
Justin had not been happy about the outcome of Trauma Two Twenty-Five since the final bell rung. Well before that actually. He and Johnny have picked up a victory, but that was the furthest thing from what really bothered him about the results.
It wasn’t even the hypocrisy of Pure Class Wrestling’s so-called World “Champion” and his proclamation that what Notorious had been doing didn’t bother him at all. You know, big announcements and all that just to try and prove a point. That’s what people do, right? Stand on ceremony to let people know they don’t care.
It was the fact that, for the first time since he and Johnny’s return, they didn’t seem to be on the same page anymore.
The Force of Nature was glad to see such fire and determination out of his brother-in-law for the first time in a long time, but he was worried that he was trying to stretch himself too thin, and it would lead to a downward spiral that nobody would be able to stop. Except maybe himself.
Notorious didn’t return to PCW to be a tag team, so the ring work they would show while teamed up was going to look a little rusty, despite the same page they were both likely to be on. But Johnny’s state of mind was already showing some signs that needed to be worried about by someone, because the former vivacious star was not going to do it himself.
Then of course, poor Stace, at home taking care of Weston and not out on the road with him. Things would surely go from bad to worse without those two together, and even more so with Johnny taking on more bookings outside of PCW as well.
The man that had convinced Stormm to come back and form an alliance with him was as far from the Pure Class Arena, mentally, as he was while not being signed to the company. Johnny knew how to entertain, so it was unlikely that most others saw beyond his current goal of dethroning Dominator. Most others hadn’t been around the man, for better or worse, going on twenty year now, in some fashion.
It was that lack of faith in his ally that bothered Justin the most in their victory two weeks prior, and worried him even more about their upcoming match where they would have to team with the man that Johnny had placed a target on. What was going to prevent him from just going after the big man right out of the gate, leaving the Force of Nature out to dry against High Tide, Wasp, and LeWitt?
Separate, none of them would normally concern Stormm inside of the squared circle. But numbers are nothing to scoff at, and with his partners more worried about each other, it was going to be an interesting night under the lights for Justin.
As he prepared to leave for the airport from his Kansas City mansion, however, something else was about to be of just as much concern for him. He had just kissed his wife goodbye, who was choosing to stay at home with the twins for the month of February, as they were in Greenville the previous month.
He had traversed their garage numerous times in the dark, so he hadn’t bothered to flip the light on. The last few weeks without his Chevelle parked in there, he had been cutting across the spot where it normally would rest. That evening, though, he hit something and he dropped his bag.
Lindsay opened the door to the garage and flipped on the light. “What was that?”
His jaw had dropped to the concrete flooring of the garage as he stared at his car, back in it’s rightful place. Doing a once over to check all the obvious signs on if it was really his or not, everything seemed to be in check.
So he checked it twice.
“It’s back!”
Lindsay stepped down into the garage, placing her arms around her husband with a smile on her face. But it was not going to be a happy moment for long, as Justin had overlooked the one thing that she noticed first.
“Hey babe, I think someone left a note for you.” She lifted the driver’s side windshield wiper, and pulled the sealed, white envelope from underneath, handing it to Justin. “This isn’t going to be good news, is it?”
He shook his head with a sign, and ripped through the paper.
Dearest Justin,
No doubt that what you see before you will bring nothing but the utmost joy on this day. Upon receiving this gift I could not help but weep, as I knew my husband was still watched over me. I also knew that I could not keep her. While some elaborate plan to break your will was surely struck, if not already in process, to take place for months to come, that is not how I wish to continue.
Damian had an adolescent way of enjoying life at times, despite the twisted nature some perceived his work to be. No matter how much I asked him to try different methods, he chose his own way. It’s what I loved about him.
How funny it is to speak of him in the past tense, even after not having him in the present for what seems like a lifetime already.
You took him from me.
No, I could not keep your innocence from you, the only thing left you have left of a time before you began to ruin our lives. My life.
It’s yours, so keep it. I want to take something more valuable from you.
It won’t be a slow process. It won’t be cryptic. It won’t be when you least expect it.
I have put a stop to any postmortem shenanigans that Damian had laid out, but you won’t be able to stop this.
If it’s the last thing I do, I will be taking something from you that you value the most. What you need to ask yourself now is, what or who is the most important to you? What or who do you brace yourself to lose?
You will know the pain I’ve felt.
Kind regards,
Margaret
Justin had not been happy about the outcome of Trauma Two Twenty-Five since the final bell rung. Well before that actually. He and Johnny have picked up a victory, but that was the furthest thing from what really bothered him about the results.
It wasn’t even the hypocrisy of Pure Class Wrestling’s so-called World “Champion” and his proclamation that what Notorious had been doing didn’t bother him at all. You know, big announcements and all that just to try and prove a point. That’s what people do, right? Stand on ceremony to let people know they don’t care.
It was the fact that, for the first time since he and Johnny’s return, they didn’t seem to be on the same page anymore.
The Force of Nature was glad to see such fire and determination out of his brother-in-law for the first time in a long time, but he was worried that he was trying to stretch himself too thin, and it would lead to a downward spiral that nobody would be able to stop. Except maybe himself.
Notorious didn’t return to PCW to be a tag team, so the ring work they would show while teamed up was going to look a little rusty, despite the same page they were both likely to be on. But Johnny’s state of mind was already showing some signs that needed to be worried about by someone, because the former vivacious star was not going to do it himself.
Then of course, poor Stace, at home taking care of Weston and not out on the road with him. Things would surely go from bad to worse without those two together, and even more so with Johnny taking on more bookings outside of PCW as well.
The man that had convinced Stormm to come back and form an alliance with him was as far from the Pure Class Arena, mentally, as he was while not being signed to the company. Johnny knew how to entertain, so it was unlikely that most others saw beyond his current goal of dethroning Dominator. Most others hadn’t been around the man, for better or worse, going on twenty year now, in some fashion.
It was that lack of faith in his ally that bothered Justin the most in their victory two weeks prior, and worried him even more about their upcoming match where they would have to team with the man that Johnny had placed a target on. What was going to prevent him from just going after the big man right out of the gate, leaving the Force of Nature out to dry against High Tide, Wasp, and LeWitt?
Separate, none of them would normally concern Stormm inside of the squared circle. But numbers are nothing to scoff at, and with his partners more worried about each other, it was going to be an interesting night under the lights for Justin.
As he prepared to leave for the airport from his Kansas City mansion, however, something else was about to be of just as much concern for him. He had just kissed his wife goodbye, who was choosing to stay at home with the twins for the month of February, as they were in Greenville the previous month.
He had traversed their garage numerous times in the dark, so he hadn’t bothered to flip the light on. The last few weeks without his Chevelle parked in there, he had been cutting across the spot where it normally would rest. That evening, though, he hit something and he dropped his bag.
Lindsay opened the door to the garage and flipped on the light. “What was that?”
His jaw had dropped to the concrete flooring of the garage as he stared at his car, back in it’s rightful place. Doing a once over to check all the obvious signs on if it was really his or not, everything seemed to be in check.
So he checked it twice.
“It’s back!”
Lindsay stepped down into the garage, placing her arms around her husband with a smile on her face. But it was not going to be a happy moment for long, as Justin had overlooked the one thing that she noticed first.
“Hey babe, I think someone left a note for you.” She lifted the driver’s side windshield wiper, and pulled the sealed, white envelope from underneath, handing it to Justin. “This isn’t going to be good news, is it?”
He shook his head with a sign, and ripped through the paper.
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Dearest Justin,
No doubt that what you see before you will bring nothing but the utmost joy on this day. Upon receiving this gift I could not help but weep, as I knew my husband was still watched over me. I also knew that I could not keep her. While some elaborate plan to break your will was surely struck, if not already in process, to take place for months to come, that is not how I wish to continue.
Damian had an adolescent way of enjoying life at times, despite the twisted nature some perceived his work to be. No matter how much I asked him to try different methods, he chose his own way. It’s what I loved about him.
How funny it is to speak of him in the past tense, even after not having him in the present for what seems like a lifetime already.
You took him from me.
No, I could not keep your innocence from you, the only thing left you have left of a time before you began to ruin our lives. My life.
It’s yours, so keep it. I want to take something more valuable from you.
It won’t be a slow process. It won’t be cryptic. It won’t be when you least expect it.
I have put a stop to any postmortem shenanigans that Damian had laid out, but you won’t be able to stop this.
If it’s the last thing I do, I will be taking something from you that you value the most. What you need to ask yourself now is, what or who is the most important to you? What or who do you brace yourself to lose?
You will know the pain I’ve felt.
Kind regards,
Margaret
