Post by Stormm on Feb 9, 2021 23:53:18 GMT -5
Inside of the Pure Class Arena, all lights except for those shining on the ring were pitch black. Sitting in solidarity in one corner of the ring, the Force of Nature, PCW’s longest reigning champion of all time, and current World Champion, peered out towards where the faithful normally would be.
Reflecting on his time in the ring over the years, spanning over two decades, the one thought stuck in his mind at this point in time was, is it almost over?
It was hard to look past the fact that the roster had shrunk significantly over the last twelve to twenty-four months. A lot of those left didn’t really seem to be putting their all into it either. It wouldn’t be the first time this scenario had played out for the company, and had to take a hiatus. But this time felt different. Would it potentially be the last?
Love is not the only thing that Hurts at this point in time. The truth may be the harshest pain to deal with all things considered.
But the professionals would press on, and make the most of what time was left inside of that very arena. Inside that very ring.
A massive six-man tag match coming up to take it home to the biggest PPV of the year for Pure Class Wrestling, Mass Destruction. The triple threat that would later fight for the top prize in the company would be forced, as the suits like to do, to team with one another. Against a sleeper team of Loki, Majors, and Texas Tim.
Love Hurts, here, is definitely the case, as there is no love lost between any of those competitors. The chances that the match ended cleanly were slim to none as well. If this truly is the end of the company most of the wrestlers had stuck with all this time, there would be nothing left to give when it was all said and done.
At least for Stormm and Grimm. Whose to say what the mentalities of the rest of the field were going to be? Surely Gerard would be ready to go too, as his next shot at the World title was coming up, even if it meant he was champion for a day and the federation ceased to exist, that would be something to add to the resume.
Resumes were far behind Stormm, though. He had little left to prove, and really, little left to give. A wife, three kids, and eight world titles to his name, other than the fans, he didn’t really have a reason to keep coming back. The chance to be the last ever PCW World Champion was maybe enough, but could also leave a sour taste in his mouth. What might have been, if this truly is the end of the road for the company he’d given the last fourteen years of his career to.
Of all the ups and downs, there were definitely more ups, but the downs were hard to ignore as well. Most of his were outside of the ring, but had taken their toll on him inside of the squared circle.
His wife would never tell him his time was done, and his kids were still young enough that they didn’t understand the toll the business took out on him, just that it was fun to watch their dad beat other people up.
Only Stormm could make that decision for himself. Would there be light after the oncoming darkness for the Force of Nature? Or would dusk set in for good on the man known as Stormm? Time would tell what was in store for him, Pure Class Wrestling, and the rest of the roster that had dedicated their time to the company, even when the rest had skipped out.
Will the new dawn come?
Let us find out!
Reflecting on his time in the ring over the years, spanning over two decades, the one thought stuck in his mind at this point in time was, is it almost over?
It was hard to look past the fact that the roster had shrunk significantly over the last twelve to twenty-four months. A lot of those left didn’t really seem to be putting their all into it either. It wouldn’t be the first time this scenario had played out for the company, and had to take a hiatus. But this time felt different. Would it potentially be the last?
Love is not the only thing that Hurts at this point in time. The truth may be the harshest pain to deal with all things considered.
But the professionals would press on, and make the most of what time was left inside of that very arena. Inside that very ring.
A massive six-man tag match coming up to take it home to the biggest PPV of the year for Pure Class Wrestling, Mass Destruction. The triple threat that would later fight for the top prize in the company would be forced, as the suits like to do, to team with one another. Against a sleeper team of Loki, Majors, and Texas Tim.
Love Hurts, here, is definitely the case, as there is no love lost between any of those competitors. The chances that the match ended cleanly were slim to none as well. If this truly is the end of the company most of the wrestlers had stuck with all this time, there would be nothing left to give when it was all said and done.
At least for Stormm and Grimm. Whose to say what the mentalities of the rest of the field were going to be? Surely Gerard would be ready to go too, as his next shot at the World title was coming up, even if it meant he was champion for a day and the federation ceased to exist, that would be something to add to the resume.
Resumes were far behind Stormm, though. He had little left to prove, and really, little left to give. A wife, three kids, and eight world titles to his name, other than the fans, he didn’t really have a reason to keep coming back. The chance to be the last ever PCW World Champion was maybe enough, but could also leave a sour taste in his mouth. What might have been, if this truly is the end of the road for the company he’d given the last fourteen years of his career to.
Of all the ups and downs, there were definitely more ups, but the downs were hard to ignore as well. Most of his were outside of the ring, but had taken their toll on him inside of the squared circle.
His wife would never tell him his time was done, and his kids were still young enough that they didn’t understand the toll the business took out on him, just that it was fun to watch their dad beat other people up.
Only Stormm could make that decision for himself. Would there be light after the oncoming darkness for the Force of Nature? Or would dusk set in for good on the man known as Stormm? Time would tell what was in store for him, Pure Class Wrestling, and the rest of the roster that had dedicated their time to the company, even when the rest had skipped out.
Will the new dawn come?
Let us find out!
