Post by Stormm on Feb 26, 2018 22:03:30 GMT -5
Standing there, staring at himself in the mirror of the master bath of Michaels Manor, Justin Michaels was looking for something other than what he saw. In the past, that very mirror seemed to bring a fairy tale to life, or perhaps bring the crazy out of him a little more than usual. At the time, however, Justin had just seen it as the magic of Hangtown revealing itself to him. At one point in their careers, regardless of what had actually happened when the Force of Nature had seen the Lord of Misrule, as clear as day, where his reflection should have been, the two were connected.
They weren’t anymore, and hadn’t been for some time.
But as sure as the sun sets on the day, in Pure Class Wrestling, your path will inevitably cross with Grimm’s. The two had squared off against one another or teamed up in nearly two dozen matches in some fashion in the past, and in a few days they’d find themselves in an almost familiar position.
But then there was Johnny.
Justin and Phinehas had a mutual respect of sorts. Michaels respected Dillinger, and in turn, he respected Justin’s decision to do so. While there may have been more regard for the Force of Nature within Grimm, there’s little chance anyone would ever know it, let alone the Hangtown Horror ever admitting it. Regardless, it didn’t really bother Justin at all, and he’d been in the ring enough with Grimm to know what to expect; the two went after the Tag Team titles at one point together even.
But Johnny was going to be the wild card.
With the three of them teaming up as Trauma was bound to take Pure Class Wrestling home on the road to Mass Destruction, how would Johnny being apart of their team really play out? The three of them had big matches coming up against their opponents at the pay-per-view. Grimm would be gunning for Kyle Shane’s World title, as if there was ever any doubt that he’d in that title picture. Johnny would be challenging Dominator to be crowned Underground King, and had been doing his best to really stir the pot as of late.
Then there was Justin himself. The only champion amongst their team at Trauma, set to defend his North American title against Tyler Scott.
While the six man tag team match they were forced into would really have little impact when the final bell is struck, and Trauma goes off the air, the bragging rights and momentum of a take home show can have a bigger impact on a person on the big stage than might be expected. With his cell phone blowing up in his pocket, texts from an inebriated Notorious cohort were being ignored after the first one revealed a little more than the Force of Nature would care to hide from his wife, and Johnny’s sister.
Ignorance was bliss, if that one text message hadn’t been a near incriminating photograph, and all follow-up texts weren’t omission of guilt or, worst case scenario, even worse than the first. Johnny hd already driving Justin to some pretty radical behaviour himself in PCW recently, and he had the paid off fines to prove it.
Blood is thicker than water, and while Stormm would continue to put up with it, he would not be surprised to see Grimm put Johnny in his place if things get out of hand, as they tend to do in PCW.
All the while, he had to worry about a crazy old woman looking to take someone out of the world and out of his life.
Margaret had picked a terrible time to threaten people lives.
Johnny had picked a terrible time to fall off the wagon.
Maybe Justin had just picked a terrible time to return to Pure Class Wrestling.
He was in the thick of things now, though, and after all he’d been through as of late, he wasn’t going to give up on what he really set out to do in the first place. Prove to himself that he still had what it takes. His second North American title reign was a step in the right direction, and defending it as long as he could would surely set him up for another run at challenging for a shot as his second World title as well.
Then of course there was Jason Willard, still masquerading as Seromine. His victory over Gabriel and taking the North American title from him looked to have helped in driving a wedge between them, and looked to be setting things in motion. However, the Force of Nature would not be happy unless he could help drive the last nail in the coffin of that cult leader personality.
All of this, and a young kid continuing to poke the bear, week in and week out calling Justin and Johnny washed up and old, then changing his mind and calling them children for their shenanigans. That same kid that would be the reason that Justin had not been the one that took the World title from Seromine in the first place.
This would bring on a whole new aspect to the upcoming match at Trauma, as Justin secretly wished it was him instead of Grimm in the main event at Mass Destruction, to shut the miscreant up himself. But Kyle Shane and Stormm’s paths will surely cross again, and when they do, it’ll be Game Over for the Catalyst.
Just more fuel to add to the fire that was going to burn during their match on Trauma. That doesn’t even take into consideration Tyler Scott, who he will have to go one on one with at the pay-per-view for his title. The two had only faced each other once before, in the Icemann Invitational nearly four years prior. A lot of things can happen in four years, and with the momentum of winning that mini tournament for the right to face Stormm, the best thing would be to knock the younger superstar down a peg or two at the take home show.
There were a lot of things to consider for a match that really didn’t matter that much in the grand scheme of things, and it was hard to process it all, especially when...
“Damn it Johnny, leave me alone!”
His phone continued to buzz in the front right pocket of his jeans. The little pitter patter of tiny footsteps could be heard from outside the bedroom door.
“Super cat speed!”
Little Joey, imitating one of those annoying cartoons he forced Justin and Lindsay to watch over, and over, and over, and over again, came running into the master bedroom with his arms reached out in front on him.
“Be careful!” Lindsay yelling from the hallway was right behind the little tike, with his twin sister in tow. “Justin, can you grab him? We need to get going?”
Coming out of the bathroom to sweep up his son from as fast as his little legs would take him, he responded to his wife as Joey giggled at the rush of adrenaline as he got lifted off the ground. “Where are we going?”
“We’ve got that thing, you remember?”
“What thing?”
“We don’t have time for that right now, so can you just get your shoes on and let’s go?” She walked over and planted one on his cheek as she grabbed Joey out of his arms and set the twins on the ground, leading them out of the room by their hands.
Then there was Lindsay. The mother of his children, and the love of his life. Laying down the law at home with two kids, by herself, while Justin was off pursuing his dreams. What were her dreams? What had she had planned in life before marriage and kids? She was the best person to be by Justin’s side, and an even better mom. There was a pretty big part of Justin that thought, or knew, that she wanted to be more than his wife, and a mother. It’s also why he took so long to propose to her in the first place. Waiting for her to decide what she wanted to do, and not just be his number two.
He had no answers to all the questions swirling around his head at that time, and the best thing for him to do would be to answer them one at time. At that time, however, he had “somewhere” to be.
They weren’t anymore, and hadn’t been for some time.
But as sure as the sun sets on the day, in Pure Class Wrestling, your path will inevitably cross with Grimm’s. The two had squared off against one another or teamed up in nearly two dozen matches in some fashion in the past, and in a few days they’d find themselves in an almost familiar position.
But then there was Johnny.
Justin and Phinehas had a mutual respect of sorts. Michaels respected Dillinger, and in turn, he respected Justin’s decision to do so. While there may have been more regard for the Force of Nature within Grimm, there’s little chance anyone would ever know it, let alone the Hangtown Horror ever admitting it. Regardless, it didn’t really bother Justin at all, and he’d been in the ring enough with Grimm to know what to expect; the two went after the Tag Team titles at one point together even.
But Johnny was going to be the wild card.
With the three of them teaming up as Trauma was bound to take Pure Class Wrestling home on the road to Mass Destruction, how would Johnny being apart of their team really play out? The three of them had big matches coming up against their opponents at the pay-per-view. Grimm would be gunning for Kyle Shane’s World title, as if there was ever any doubt that he’d in that title picture. Johnny would be challenging Dominator to be crowned Underground King, and had been doing his best to really stir the pot as of late.
Then there was Justin himself. The only champion amongst their team at Trauma, set to defend his North American title against Tyler Scott.
While the six man tag team match they were forced into would really have little impact when the final bell is struck, and Trauma goes off the air, the bragging rights and momentum of a take home show can have a bigger impact on a person on the big stage than might be expected. With his cell phone blowing up in his pocket, texts from an inebriated Notorious cohort were being ignored after the first one revealed a little more than the Force of Nature would care to hide from his wife, and Johnny’s sister.
Ignorance was bliss, if that one text message hadn’t been a near incriminating photograph, and all follow-up texts weren’t omission of guilt or, worst case scenario, even worse than the first. Johnny hd already driving Justin to some pretty radical behaviour himself in PCW recently, and he had the paid off fines to prove it.
Blood is thicker than water, and while Stormm would continue to put up with it, he would not be surprised to see Grimm put Johnny in his place if things get out of hand, as they tend to do in PCW.
All the while, he had to worry about a crazy old woman looking to take someone out of the world and out of his life.
Margaret had picked a terrible time to threaten people lives.
Johnny had picked a terrible time to fall off the wagon.
Maybe Justin had just picked a terrible time to return to Pure Class Wrestling.
He was in the thick of things now, though, and after all he’d been through as of late, he wasn’t going to give up on what he really set out to do in the first place. Prove to himself that he still had what it takes. His second North American title reign was a step in the right direction, and defending it as long as he could would surely set him up for another run at challenging for a shot as his second World title as well.
Then of course there was Jason Willard, still masquerading as Seromine. His victory over Gabriel and taking the North American title from him looked to have helped in driving a wedge between them, and looked to be setting things in motion. However, the Force of Nature would not be happy unless he could help drive the last nail in the coffin of that cult leader personality.
All of this, and a young kid continuing to poke the bear, week in and week out calling Justin and Johnny washed up and old, then changing his mind and calling them children for their shenanigans. That same kid that would be the reason that Justin had not been the one that took the World title from Seromine in the first place.
This would bring on a whole new aspect to the upcoming match at Trauma, as Justin secretly wished it was him instead of Grimm in the main event at Mass Destruction, to shut the miscreant up himself. But Kyle Shane and Stormm’s paths will surely cross again, and when they do, it’ll be Game Over for the Catalyst.
Just more fuel to add to the fire that was going to burn during their match on Trauma. That doesn’t even take into consideration Tyler Scott, who he will have to go one on one with at the pay-per-view for his title. The two had only faced each other once before, in the Icemann Invitational nearly four years prior. A lot of things can happen in four years, and with the momentum of winning that mini tournament for the right to face Stormm, the best thing would be to knock the younger superstar down a peg or two at the take home show.
There were a lot of things to consider for a match that really didn’t matter that much in the grand scheme of things, and it was hard to process it all, especially when...
“Damn it Johnny, leave me alone!”
His phone continued to buzz in the front right pocket of his jeans. The little pitter patter of tiny footsteps could be heard from outside the bedroom door.
“Super cat speed!”
Little Joey, imitating one of those annoying cartoons he forced Justin and Lindsay to watch over, and over, and over, and over again, came running into the master bedroom with his arms reached out in front on him.
“Be careful!” Lindsay yelling from the hallway was right behind the little tike, with his twin sister in tow. “Justin, can you grab him? We need to get going?”
Coming out of the bathroom to sweep up his son from as fast as his little legs would take him, he responded to his wife as Joey giggled at the rush of adrenaline as he got lifted off the ground. “Where are we going?”
“We’ve got that thing, you remember?”
“What thing?”
“We don’t have time for that right now, so can you just get your shoes on and let’s go?” She walked over and planted one on his cheek as she grabbed Joey out of his arms and set the twins on the ground, leading them out of the room by their hands.
Then there was Lindsay. The mother of his children, and the love of his life. Laying down the law at home with two kids, by herself, while Justin was off pursuing his dreams. What were her dreams? What had she had planned in life before marriage and kids? She was the best person to be by Justin’s side, and an even better mom. There was a pretty big part of Justin that thought, or knew, that she wanted to be more than his wife, and a mother. It’s also why he took so long to propose to her in the first place. Waiting for her to decide what she wanted to do, and not just be his number two.
He had no answers to all the questions swirling around his head at that time, and the best thing for him to do would be to answer them one at time. At that time, however, he had “somewhere” to be.
