Post by Stormm on Jan 29, 2018 20:03:14 GMT -5
Jester.
Sideshow.
Circus performer.
Old man.
I beat you.
You can’t beat me.
Yadda...
Yadda...
Yadda...
The Force of Nature had hear them all, at least once, in the short time he and his brother-in-law had been back in Pure Class Wrestling. Some of them so frequently, they were already greatest hits; or perhaps the greatest flops that would soon make their way into the dollar bin of the nearest drug store.
It was nothing new for Justin to be on the receiving end of such trifling words, in the long run, when the rest of the locker room resorted to playground language of the sorts, it meant he was doing something right.
Kyle Shane calling him and Johnny old? It was cute, and something the Force of Nature himself may have said of others more seasoned than him when he was first starting. They each had a victory over one another in their own right since Justin came back, and also a tag team victory together. He was still young, and would run his little mouth all day about the one victory that “counted.”
It stung a little, and while another World title run was sure to be on the horizon, it may be a little farther out than he wanted because of Kyle, but he was never the target when Stormm agreed to be the other half of Notorious upon his return. There will surely be another Michaels versus Shane showdown in the future, but not until he finally dealt with the man that he’s kept one eye on since coming back. For the time being, preventing the Game Changer from getting his hands on that World title would have to do.
Jason Willard, on the other hand, continued to get under Justin’s skin since returning last year. A man so prescription drunk, he’s ended up with a cult following that would make Marshall Applewhite jealous if he hadn’t ascened to the Level Above Human over twenty years prior.
The hypocrisy of it all was really dug in deep. To be called clowns, and to refer to Notorious and their Club Notorious segment on Trauma as a circus was laughable. Justin and Johnny weren’t spewing ridiculous gospel, did not require brainwashed followers to do their bidding, and would never have to make up false deities to advance their cause in the world of professional wrestling.
The worst part of it was, Willard managed to make it work, and Justin had yet to bring it to an end. Taking the North American title from Gabriel at Collision Course was a step in the right direction however, as the two had seemed to be more at each other's throats than at their sides since. But until the Faithful see Jason Willard and Rick Majors again, there was still something other than gold for Justin the chase after.
Looking forward, however, the three men whose words Justin continued to try to shrug off would have to take a backseat. As he stared at the charred husk of what looked like an old Chevelle, the only people on his mind were whoever he could legally beat within an inch of their life.
It wasn’t his Chevelle, his baby, he could tell by the imperfections in the frame left to rot on the side of Highway 52. Even burnt to nothing, his car would have looked much better than what was left to be found there.
Initially, he hoped that Johnny had stolen it as a prank, to get him back for the skydiving incident. But even he wasn’t a big enough asshole to keep it from him for that long.
Then after checking all of the usual Damian Sorrow hideouts around, Justin came to the conclusion that one of the few crazies that were still at large from the Southwind transportation break a few years back couldn’t have done it either. They would have surely been trained to take something that valuable to one of those spots.
But now, with this fake Chevelle burnt to a crisp on the highway just a half hour or so from Silent Grove, there was no doubt who was really behind it. He was surprised it took her this long to make her move after Damian’s death, but shots were finally fired.
The question now would be, would she continue to take the passive approach of her late husband, or was this just a warning, and she would full on bullrush Justin when he least expected it?
Either way, one thing was certain. Margaret Sorrow was behind this somehow.
Justin had just started to get use to the life without the drama of Damian being around, so this would certainly not help him move past it all, but it would also help his aggression. He wasn’t going to let Margaret do to him what Damian did, the exact opposite actually.
If Pure Class Wrestling wanted to keep putting Stormm into multi-team tag matches, so be it. It would just mean more bodies to beat on to take out his frustrations. Frustrations from previous events and real life alike. Crazy Boy, Wasp, High Tide, it didn’t matter to him, they were just meat sacks waiting for a fist, a boot, and a Force of Nature. Dominator would be Johnny’s problem, since he seemed focused on the Underground title following his loss to Grimm.
Hell, even Johnny himself would not be off the list if he got in Stormm’s way in thier three-way tag team match at the upcoming Trauma.
Yes?
No?
Justin?!
Is this your car or not?
Coming out of his daydream, the overcast sky not giving way for much light despite it being midday, Justin looked towards the police officer that was writing the report.
“No.” He shook his head. “That’s not the one I’m looking for. I’m looking for someone else.”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s not my car.”
