Post by Stormm on Feb 23, 2021 23:15:00 GMT -5
The shades of oranges, reds, purples, and blues that painted the sky over the valley surrounding the estate that Michaels Manor set on signaled the beginning of a new day, or perhaps it was the end of an old one. Only one familiar with the surroundings could truly know for certain, and at least three individuals staring out into that vast beauty were in the know.
It was a family affair for the Michaels, all five of them, along with their close friend, and live-in support system, Izzy Rey, as they all huddled together on a giant’s sized blanket on what looked like the edge of the world. Not a care in the world for any of them, and even little Jonathan (Johnny) Michaels, born just four months earlier, seemed to be taken aback by the view as he chattered, cooed, and blew air raspberries while in his father’s arms.
The fraternal twins, Joseph and Remington, took up space on the laps of Lindsay and Izzy, and for once, were quiet, as they also saw the artistry at work in the world. It was either that, or the promise of ice cream got the twins, near six years old now, excited to be “good.”
It was a spot on the property that was quite special to Justin and Lindsay, with the small grove of trees where their relationship began just in view, it was also the spot where Justin had proposed to his wife, and where the Force of Nature often came to reflect. But on that day, he wanted his family there with him.
It was a big day after all.
With Mass Destruction on the horizon, just as the sun, setting or rising, was for them at that very moment. It would also be the five hundred and fifth day of his World title reign. A record that had been unheard of in Pure Class Wrestling for it’s whole history as an organization, and a record that may never be matched for that title, or any others, ever again.
His opponents, they were of no concern. You could put Stormm in the ring with a resurrected Luis Malave for this title, at that pay-per-view, on that very night, and the stakes would be the same, never the higher.
Justin’s legacy within a dwindling company couldn’t really be left in any better of a place than it was right then and there that a 506th day would add to. You could also strip him of the title on day number five hundred and four, and the result would be the same. Satisfaction, knowing what he had accomplished in PCW over the past four years, and the decade and then some before that, could never be taken away from him.
Gerard Angelo could come in and spew hatred, stick to his tired rhetoric about Stormm being one of the “old guys”, and promise days of glory ahead after claiming the World title, but it would mean very little in comparison.
Grimm could sashay around the squared-circle, flash those permafrost optics, and speak of reaping what one sows, and of the harvest, but it wouldn’t take anything away from what Stormm brought back to Pure Class Wrestling with him, or what he gave to the company in the past.
So that begs the question, what was so special about then and there? What was really on his mind? Who knew what he was going through, and what support or backlash would he get from the conclusion of their picturesque reverie?
Was the reasoning for their conference with nature about the upcoming match at all, or was there something about spending time with those closest to him, at that very spot, befitting of something much larger than that? Much larger than any one of them individually, and more so as a collective?
The way Lindsay’s eyes continued to glance at her husband through quick glances out of the corner of her eye suggested, she knew why they were all there, and the careless smile on Izzy’s would perhaps suggest just the opposite. Then, who could really expect two 6 year olds to fully understand the situation at all, they were just along for the ride, which the same would be especially true for the 4 month old.
But what was really going through Justin’s mind as he rhythmically patted his youngest son’s belly with him propped up in his lap? If you were to ask him straight up, the less straightforward answer he would likely give would be all about opened and closed doors. Moments seized, and opportunities lost.
Gerry?
Grimm?
They were queued up to get what was coming to them, the Force of Nature doesn’t give up, and even if losing the World title was believed to mean nothing to him after what he had done with the title over the last year and a half, he would never give anything less than everything he had. Even at 42, in some of the best shape of his life, he would still do everything he could to run circles around both of them in the coming days. That scrupulous technical brawler that both men had encountered and walked away without a victory during his most recent title reign could expect more of the same that following Sunday.
Which was curious, he had done everything he could to prepare, physically, mentally, for the match at least. What could honestly have a man so sure and certain of himself over the years this doubtful? After everything he had done to quell such doubts? After everything he had endured and still rose to every occasion?
A smile came to him, and in turn, caused Lindsay to smile as well. It took no words, and nothing more than that same smirk she’d loved for years, but she knew what his decision would be. For others, it wouldn’t be so obvious. For most, they wouldn’t have any clue there was that big of a decision to be made. It’s feasible to expect such thought, and subsequent decision, to go unnoticed and unannounced at all for most others in the business as well. But the business is exactly what had been on his mind.
While they say that when a door closes, another one opens. However, for the Force of Nature, a door that was quickly closing had the perfect view of two other opened doors for years, and he had ignored them.
Resolution needed to come quick, because if he didn’t pick one of the opened doors before the other closed, they would all be sealed shut, leaving him in limbo; and full-fledged retirement was not an option for Stormm. Not until Lindsay was ready to call it quits, not until the thrill of the bright lights lost their allure, and definitely not until he said so!
Was Mass Destruction the door ready to close, or one of the others still opened, waiting for him to pass through?
The only certainty was the uncertainty of it all. Stormm and the world of professional wrestling had been as predictable as death and taxes for years, but that crystal clear picture had, since the start of the year, faded quickly.
Just as the nature of the sun on the horizon was only known to those in the then and there, so too was Stormm’s career.
What closed door would he be standing behind when it was all said and done?
It was a family affair for the Michaels, all five of them, along with their close friend, and live-in support system, Izzy Rey, as they all huddled together on a giant’s sized blanket on what looked like the edge of the world. Not a care in the world for any of them, and even little Jonathan (Johnny) Michaels, born just four months earlier, seemed to be taken aback by the view as he chattered, cooed, and blew air raspberries while in his father’s arms.
The fraternal twins, Joseph and Remington, took up space on the laps of Lindsay and Izzy, and for once, were quiet, as they also saw the artistry at work in the world. It was either that, or the promise of ice cream got the twins, near six years old now, excited to be “good.”
It was a spot on the property that was quite special to Justin and Lindsay, with the small grove of trees where their relationship began just in view, it was also the spot where Justin had proposed to his wife, and where the Force of Nature often came to reflect. But on that day, he wanted his family there with him.
It was a big day after all.
With Mass Destruction on the horizon, just as the sun, setting or rising, was for them at that very moment. It would also be the five hundred and fifth day of his World title reign. A record that had been unheard of in Pure Class Wrestling for it’s whole history as an organization, and a record that may never be matched for that title, or any others, ever again.
His opponents, they were of no concern. You could put Stormm in the ring with a resurrected Luis Malave for this title, at that pay-per-view, on that very night, and the stakes would be the same, never the higher.
Justin’s legacy within a dwindling company couldn’t really be left in any better of a place than it was right then and there that a 506th day would add to. You could also strip him of the title on day number five hundred and four, and the result would be the same. Satisfaction, knowing what he had accomplished in PCW over the past four years, and the decade and then some before that, could never be taken away from him.
Gerard Angelo could come in and spew hatred, stick to his tired rhetoric about Stormm being one of the “old guys”, and promise days of glory ahead after claiming the World title, but it would mean very little in comparison.
Grimm could sashay around the squared-circle, flash those permafrost optics, and speak of reaping what one sows, and of the harvest, but it wouldn’t take anything away from what Stormm brought back to Pure Class Wrestling with him, or what he gave to the company in the past.
So that begs the question, what was so special about then and there? What was really on his mind? Who knew what he was going through, and what support or backlash would he get from the conclusion of their picturesque reverie?
Was the reasoning for their conference with nature about the upcoming match at all, or was there something about spending time with those closest to him, at that very spot, befitting of something much larger than that? Much larger than any one of them individually, and more so as a collective?
The way Lindsay’s eyes continued to glance at her husband through quick glances out of the corner of her eye suggested, she knew why they were all there, and the careless smile on Izzy’s would perhaps suggest just the opposite. Then, who could really expect two 6 year olds to fully understand the situation at all, they were just along for the ride, which the same would be especially true for the 4 month old.
But what was really going through Justin’s mind as he rhythmically patted his youngest son’s belly with him propped up in his lap? If you were to ask him straight up, the less straightforward answer he would likely give would be all about opened and closed doors. Moments seized, and opportunities lost.
Gerry?
Grimm?
They were queued up to get what was coming to them, the Force of Nature doesn’t give up, and even if losing the World title was believed to mean nothing to him after what he had done with the title over the last year and a half, he would never give anything less than everything he had. Even at 42, in some of the best shape of his life, he would still do everything he could to run circles around both of them in the coming days. That scrupulous technical brawler that both men had encountered and walked away without a victory during his most recent title reign could expect more of the same that following Sunday.
Which was curious, he had done everything he could to prepare, physically, mentally, for the match at least. What could honestly have a man so sure and certain of himself over the years this doubtful? After everything he had done to quell such doubts? After everything he had endured and still rose to every occasion?
A smile came to him, and in turn, caused Lindsay to smile as well. It took no words, and nothing more than that same smirk she’d loved for years, but she knew what his decision would be. For others, it wouldn’t be so obvious. For most, they wouldn’t have any clue there was that big of a decision to be made. It’s feasible to expect such thought, and subsequent decision, to go unnoticed and unannounced at all for most others in the business as well. But the business is exactly what had been on his mind.
While they say that when a door closes, another one opens. However, for the Force of Nature, a door that was quickly closing had the perfect view of two other opened doors for years, and he had ignored them.
Resolution needed to come quick, because if he didn’t pick one of the opened doors before the other closed, they would all be sealed shut, leaving him in limbo; and full-fledged retirement was not an option for Stormm. Not until Lindsay was ready to call it quits, not until the thrill of the bright lights lost their allure, and definitely not until he said so!
Was Mass Destruction the door ready to close, or one of the others still opened, waiting for him to pass through?
The only certainty was the uncertainty of it all. Stormm and the world of professional wrestling had been as predictable as death and taxes for years, but that crystal clear picture had, since the start of the year, faded quickly.
Just as the nature of the sun on the horizon was only known to those in the then and there, so too was Stormm’s career.
What closed door would he be standing behind when it was all said and done?
