A Calm Before the Stormm - One
Jan 15, 2018 18:32:27 GMT -5
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Post by Stormm on Jan 15, 2018 18:32:27 GMT -5
“He screamed like a little bitch.” Justin chuckled with that typical Michaels shit-eating grin as he flicked the turn signal and merged back in front of the vehicle he just passed. Lindsay, in the passenger seat of their granite metallic Durango Citadel, did not seem as amused as her husband.
The couple had managed an evening to themselves for the first time in months, and with Justin’s twin sister, Morgan, and younger brother, Aaron, both in town for the first time in quite a while, they took advantage of the opportunity. A night out in Kansas City they desperately needed.
Handing his phone over to his wife, Justin had the video he took of the occasion queued up, and hit play. Free falling, thousands of feet above Switzerland, with his brother-in-law in tandem with him, Lindsay watched for herself as Johnny clenched his jaw as tight as he could before the expletives and uncontrollable sounds burst from his mouth.
“Well you didn’t give him much of a choice.” She said, trying not to laugh at some of the noises her brother uncontrollably spat and stammered while in free-fall. “You didn’t call him that to his face did you?”
“You think my face would be intact if I did?” Justin questioned back as he grabbed his phone back, slipping it into one of the pockets inside of his suit jacket. “I’m surprised he didn’t slug me as soon as we hit the ground and I unhooked him.”
Lindsay did have a chuckle at the thought. “It looked pretty up there, though.”
“So, you’re next then, right?” He winked at her, knowing full well that she would have nothing to do with it. Before they had children, maybe, but she was comfortable on the ground, or in a plane from one destination to the next. “We’ll go back sometime soon.”
“Maybe I’ll call Stace up, and us ladies will go, and I’ll leave you home with the kids.” She said as she nudged Justin.
Grabbing her hand in his, Justin smiled back. “You sure about that?” He asked with a mischievous tone. “Who knows what I could teach those two without you around to stop me?” Bringing her hand up, he kissed the back of it, but she pulled it away, still smiling.
“Can’t be any worse than leaving them with Johnny and Stace for a week.” She admitted with a playfully frightened look on her face.
“I’d rather kennel them than leave them with your brother for that long.” Turning his attention back to the road, his sarcasm was not taken the way he intended it.
“Justin!” Lindsay exclaimed as she smacked his right shoulder. “You wouldn’t dare!”
His face said everything he thought it needed to in response as he rolled his eyes at his wife. “Of course I’m not putting them in a damn dog hotel for a week, we’d leave them with Brian and Catie.”
“You don’t trust Johnny and Stace?”
“You do?”
Justin’s brother-in-law and his wife had no kids of their own, and while they were family, and Justin had no choice sometimes, he loved them. But, when it came to their kids, the Michaels’ both agreed, they probably were not a good fit for a week alone with them. Then again, babysitters was a hard enough chore for them to find, as neither really trusted many to watch the twins for extended periods of time. It’s why for the last three years, the couple hadn’t gotten out much together without them.
“Maybe we could start them off with something not so daunting?” Lindsay admitted as her smile faded, and she turned her attention back to the road.
“Johnny, babysitting? To be a fly on those walls.” Justin responded, his attention back on the road too as they neared home, and they both sighed, knowing that it was almost “back to normal” for them.
Justin won the North American title at Pure Class Wrestling’s most recent pay-per-view, Collision Course, and the Notorious duo had successfully stolen the World title the same night. Even with the annual company holiday break, there was very little time for Justin to be at home. He and Johnny had traveled to Switzerland for their first adventure with the World Championship, giving it a true representation of its name; something they planned to do for the foreseeable future.
Then when Justin was back in the states, he was so busy with public appearances, both as the North American Champion, and as one half of Notorious. Doing their best to keep the hype alive after Collision Course and The Icey Awards, while building towards the seven year anniversary Trauma show, there was not a lot of personal time available.
What time they could squeeze in together was inevitably cut short by toddlers or cell phones.
Then, the worst of it all, the news of Luis Malave’s death. What would that news even mean for the future of Pure Class Wrestling? Only time would tell for the Force of Nature, something he had very little of.
While he and Johnny’s skydiving trip was a great team-building experience for the two of them, getting through that without incident, nothing that the other two teams could thrown at them at Trauma Two Twenty-Four would be a surprise. What would be a problem, however, was the lack of time Justin had in the gym since Collision Course.
He’d gotten his cardio in every morning like clockwork, but he hadn’t stepped inside of a ring or lifted any weights in what seemed like forever. While Notorious may have been emotionally ready for a match that would only do as the main event for the anniversary show; physically, Justin had his worked cut out for him for the few days leading up to Trauma.
As Stormm, he had squared off against all four of his possible opponents at one time or another in his career. He’d even teamed up with some of them as well. Wins and losses were traded amongst them all as well, save Brenna Gordon. Justin might have faced her one time in the past for sure. If there was going to be one problem in the high profile can of worms that was the upcoming main event, it was going to be the wildcard of Brenna Gordon.
None of that mattered, though, as the couple made their way down the two mile drive of the Michaels’ Manor estate, and saw flashing lights up next to their home. Every bad situation possible had popped into their heads, and anger welled up inside at not being notified of what might have transpired.
“Justin?” Lindsay cried, as tears began to pool up on her lower eyelids.
He shook his head and shrug his shoulders, glancing back at his wife.. “I don’t... I don’t fucking know!”
It was the fastest Justin had ever sped up the drive towards home before, and as the Durango slid to a stop, both of them lep out of the vehicle, nearly before it was even turned off.
The front door was wide open, and two police officers were standing there asking questions to both Aaron and Morgan, who were holding one of the twins each. Lindsay breathed a sigh of relief as she darted up the front walk.
She immediately checked on little Joey and Remi, who seemed unphased at what was transpiring despite the horrified looks on their aunt and uncle’s faces. Confirming her identity with the officers there she turned her attention back to her in-laws. “What…” She silenced herself and mouthed the words “the fuck” in front of her children. “...happened?!”
Aaron and Morgan looked at each other before looking back at Lindsay. There was quite the pause before Aaron gathered the courage to speak up. “Justin is going to freak.” The twenty year old looked like he was about to cry, or puke, or some combination of them both. He was terrified, and it frightened Lindsay. She looked at Morgan for solace, but she looked to be in the same condition as Aaron.
“She’s gone...”
Off in the distance, Justin had noticed something was amiss. After he was certain that his children and siblings were fine, he meandered over the partially opened garage door. The door to which, when opened, should have revealed his other baby. However, after throwing the door open, his 1970 Chevelle SS was not there. Only skid marks on the concrete were left, disappearing into the tracks left by the car in the snow as it made its getaway.
He’d bought that car himself when he turned 16, after nearly two years of working at a local grocery store. It was in poor condition at the time, rusted out, and would barely run. By the time he turned 18, and the Doctor Sorrow saga began with his parents kicking him out of the house as a safety precaution on his birthday, he had it purring. It wouldn’t be until after his wrestling fame, and Havoc Entertainment opening for business, that it would get its upgrade from primer gray to the infamous black with the ghost charcoal grey racing stripes.
There were days where he loved that thing more than anyone or anything else.
The only constant in his life for the last twenty-five years had disappeared. Before wrestling. Before business. Before Dr. Damian Sorrow. Before Lindsay Dawn Matthews. Before family. It was there, but now it wasn’t.
“It’s fucking gone!”
Storming back towards the house, heavy breaths and footsteps were all Lindsay, Aaron, and Morgan could hear after the outburst.
“Oh, you guys…” Lindsay shook her head. “This is not going to be a good night for any of us.”
Justin paused in front of his siblings. His face, twisted in ways that none of them had ever seen, not even his wife. The shades of red that emerged on his cheeks were indescribable. He put his hand on Lindsay’s back, clenching the back of her coat in his fist, and she reach back and grabbed his forearm, in a small effort of consolation.
“I...” A frog leapt into his throat, and he paused. “What the…” He clenched her coat tighter, trying to get through what he wanted to say without hitting something in front of the police. Justin pulled Lindsay closer to him, in an effort to soothe the rage building up inside of him, but agitation prevailed, and he released his grip on Lindsay and bulldozed his way inside.
He slammed the door behind him, and stomped his way through the house. There was only one place he could go without breaking valuables, and could maybe be out of earshot of anyone and everyone. Perhaps he was finally going to get to hit the gym after all.
When it rains, it pours!
The couple had managed an evening to themselves for the first time in months, and with Justin’s twin sister, Morgan, and younger brother, Aaron, both in town for the first time in quite a while, they took advantage of the opportunity. A night out in Kansas City they desperately needed.
Handing his phone over to his wife, Justin had the video he took of the occasion queued up, and hit play. Free falling, thousands of feet above Switzerland, with his brother-in-law in tandem with him, Lindsay watched for herself as Johnny clenched his jaw as tight as he could before the expletives and uncontrollable sounds burst from his mouth.
“Well you didn’t give him much of a choice.” She said, trying not to laugh at some of the noises her brother uncontrollably spat and stammered while in free-fall. “You didn’t call him that to his face did you?”
“You think my face would be intact if I did?” Justin questioned back as he grabbed his phone back, slipping it into one of the pockets inside of his suit jacket. “I’m surprised he didn’t slug me as soon as we hit the ground and I unhooked him.”
Lindsay did have a chuckle at the thought. “It looked pretty up there, though.”
“So, you’re next then, right?” He winked at her, knowing full well that she would have nothing to do with it. Before they had children, maybe, but she was comfortable on the ground, or in a plane from one destination to the next. “We’ll go back sometime soon.”
“Maybe I’ll call Stace up, and us ladies will go, and I’ll leave you home with the kids.” She said as she nudged Justin.
Grabbing her hand in his, Justin smiled back. “You sure about that?” He asked with a mischievous tone. “Who knows what I could teach those two without you around to stop me?” Bringing her hand up, he kissed the back of it, but she pulled it away, still smiling.
“Can’t be any worse than leaving them with Johnny and Stace for a week.” She admitted with a playfully frightened look on her face.
“I’d rather kennel them than leave them with your brother for that long.” Turning his attention back to the road, his sarcasm was not taken the way he intended it.
“Justin!” Lindsay exclaimed as she smacked his right shoulder. “You wouldn’t dare!”
His face said everything he thought it needed to in response as he rolled his eyes at his wife. “Of course I’m not putting them in a damn dog hotel for a week, we’d leave them with Brian and Catie.”
“You don’t trust Johnny and Stace?”
“You do?”
Justin’s brother-in-law and his wife had no kids of their own, and while they were family, and Justin had no choice sometimes, he loved them. But, when it came to their kids, the Michaels’ both agreed, they probably were not a good fit for a week alone with them. Then again, babysitters was a hard enough chore for them to find, as neither really trusted many to watch the twins for extended periods of time. It’s why for the last three years, the couple hadn’t gotten out much together without them.
“Maybe we could start them off with something not so daunting?” Lindsay admitted as her smile faded, and she turned her attention back to the road.
“Johnny, babysitting? To be a fly on those walls.” Justin responded, his attention back on the road too as they neared home, and they both sighed, knowing that it was almost “back to normal” for them.
Justin won the North American title at Pure Class Wrestling’s most recent pay-per-view, Collision Course, and the Notorious duo had successfully stolen the World title the same night. Even with the annual company holiday break, there was very little time for Justin to be at home. He and Johnny had traveled to Switzerland for their first adventure with the World Championship, giving it a true representation of its name; something they planned to do for the foreseeable future.
Then when Justin was back in the states, he was so busy with public appearances, both as the North American Champion, and as one half of Notorious. Doing their best to keep the hype alive after Collision Course and The Icey Awards, while building towards the seven year anniversary Trauma show, there was not a lot of personal time available.
What time they could squeeze in together was inevitably cut short by toddlers or cell phones.
Then, the worst of it all, the news of Luis Malave’s death. What would that news even mean for the future of Pure Class Wrestling? Only time would tell for the Force of Nature, something he had very little of.
While he and Johnny’s skydiving trip was a great team-building experience for the two of them, getting through that without incident, nothing that the other two teams could thrown at them at Trauma Two Twenty-Four would be a surprise. What would be a problem, however, was the lack of time Justin had in the gym since Collision Course.
He’d gotten his cardio in every morning like clockwork, but he hadn’t stepped inside of a ring or lifted any weights in what seemed like forever. While Notorious may have been emotionally ready for a match that would only do as the main event for the anniversary show; physically, Justin had his worked cut out for him for the few days leading up to Trauma.
As Stormm, he had squared off against all four of his possible opponents at one time or another in his career. He’d even teamed up with some of them as well. Wins and losses were traded amongst them all as well, save Brenna Gordon. Justin might have faced her one time in the past for sure. If there was going to be one problem in the high profile can of worms that was the upcoming main event, it was going to be the wildcard of Brenna Gordon.
None of that mattered, though, as the couple made their way down the two mile drive of the Michaels’ Manor estate, and saw flashing lights up next to their home. Every bad situation possible had popped into their heads, and anger welled up inside at not being notified of what might have transpired.
“Justin?” Lindsay cried, as tears began to pool up on her lower eyelids.
He shook his head and shrug his shoulders, glancing back at his wife.. “I don’t... I don’t fucking know!”
It was the fastest Justin had ever sped up the drive towards home before, and as the Durango slid to a stop, both of them lep out of the vehicle, nearly before it was even turned off.
The front door was wide open, and two police officers were standing there asking questions to both Aaron and Morgan, who were holding one of the twins each. Lindsay breathed a sigh of relief as she darted up the front walk.
She immediately checked on little Joey and Remi, who seemed unphased at what was transpiring despite the horrified looks on their aunt and uncle’s faces. Confirming her identity with the officers there she turned her attention back to her in-laws. “What…” She silenced herself and mouthed the words “the fuck” in front of her children. “...happened?!”
Aaron and Morgan looked at each other before looking back at Lindsay. There was quite the pause before Aaron gathered the courage to speak up. “Justin is going to freak.” The twenty year old looked like he was about to cry, or puke, or some combination of them both. He was terrified, and it frightened Lindsay. She looked at Morgan for solace, but she looked to be in the same condition as Aaron.
“She’s gone...”
Off in the distance, Justin had noticed something was amiss. After he was certain that his children and siblings were fine, he meandered over the partially opened garage door. The door to which, when opened, should have revealed his other baby. However, after throwing the door open, his 1970 Chevelle SS was not there. Only skid marks on the concrete were left, disappearing into the tracks left by the car in the snow as it made its getaway.
He’d bought that car himself when he turned 16, after nearly two years of working at a local grocery store. It was in poor condition at the time, rusted out, and would barely run. By the time he turned 18, and the Doctor Sorrow saga began with his parents kicking him out of the house as a safety precaution on his birthday, he had it purring. It wouldn’t be until after his wrestling fame, and Havoc Entertainment opening for business, that it would get its upgrade from primer gray to the infamous black with the ghost charcoal grey racing stripes.
There were days where he loved that thing more than anyone or anything else.
The only constant in his life for the last twenty-five years had disappeared. Before wrestling. Before business. Before Dr. Damian Sorrow. Before Lindsay Dawn Matthews. Before family. It was there, but now it wasn’t.
“It’s fucking gone!”
Storming back towards the house, heavy breaths and footsteps were all Lindsay, Aaron, and Morgan could hear after the outburst.
“Oh, you guys…” Lindsay shook her head. “This is not going to be a good night for any of us.”
Justin paused in front of his siblings. His face, twisted in ways that none of them had ever seen, not even his wife. The shades of red that emerged on his cheeks were indescribable. He put his hand on Lindsay’s back, clenching the back of her coat in his fist, and she reach back and grabbed his forearm, in a small effort of consolation.
“I...” A frog leapt into his throat, and he paused. “What the…” He clenched her coat tighter, trying to get through what he wanted to say without hitting something in front of the police. Justin pulled Lindsay closer to him, in an effort to soothe the rage building up inside of him, but agitation prevailed, and he released his grip on Lindsay and bulldozed his way inside.
He slammed the door behind him, and stomped his way through the house. There was only one place he could go without breaking valuables, and could maybe be out of earshot of anyone and everyone. Perhaps he was finally going to get to hit the gym after all.
When it rains, it pours!
