Force of Nature :: Twenty-Five

[Stormm]

Force of Nature
Twenty-Five
A Method to the Madness

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I[/size]t was an accident.

That's what they wanted you to think following the outcome of the main even at Trauma 115. No way would the most hated man in Pure Class Wrestling today turn on his partner, and equally hated by the faithful, to allow Lantlas and Non Compos Mentis to secure the victory. There's just no way Justin "Stormm" Michaels would have purposely sacrificed another victory just to make a statement.

Right?

One win, ten losses, and two draws. That was the current tally following yet another bizarre ending to a match that Michaels was taking place in. That is, the current tally since the slump started back in October of last year. A victory against Grimm being the last win that seemed of any importance and the victory against Lantlas and High Tide most people would call a fluke. So, again, it doesn't seem possible that Justin would just turn on LoKi like he did. But an accident?

How does one accidentally know they are turning their partner around with the intention of doing harm to them? Why would any struggling competitor purposely sabotage a match when their biggest goal is to win and try and get out of the gutter they've been lying in for months?

They don't!

But what the PCW faithful, the announce team, even the rest of the roster or the suits at corporate don't realize is that the Force of Nature's madness has a method, but only he knows about it. As he extended his arms out to each side at the competitors still in the ring after the final bell on Trauma, he continued to play everyone while all eyes were on him. Sure, Lantlas and Rhodes won that match, but everyone was talking about what Stormm did to LoKi during that match. And when Michaels turned his back to the ring, to the audience, the cameras, and the entire PCW universe on June Nineteenth, a smile came to his face.

On that night, he didn't wipe his hands of PCW as he disappeared through the curtain, you could almost say he wiped his hands of himself. The proverbial bomb that everyone was waiting to blow up in his face before we would see the REAL Stormm again; it went off just second before LoKi's neck came into contact with top rope. The Stormm that nobody had seen in several years was starting to fight his way past the Stormm that had taken over for the last couple of years. When that smile came to his face as he proceeded to the back, that was the Ordinary Man, the real Force of Nature, the REAL Stormm putting his foot down and taking charge.

For those who have been waiting for this day to come, though, it hasn't come without a price. Justin had done the best he could to mask every feeling he had, to become the mindless and narcissistic son of a bitch that Pure Class Wrestling has been dealing with since March of last year. Unfortunately, as that barrier starts to break away, Justin is probably going to find himself in an explosion of love and hate that is going to be hard to control. The emergence of the Stormm who put asses in seats may very well bring out a part of the man we have yet to see. The man we have all had to "put up" with for the last year and a half was just a calm before the storm, and only after the dust settles will that man standing in the aftermath be the one that we truly can't wait to get to the Pure Class Arena to see.

So what red button got pushed that blew the emotional roller coaster of a man off track and started this domino effect? Not even the man himself could explain it right after the fact, but on this blazing hot and sunny Kansas afternoon, another battle in the emotional civic war that Justin had been fighting with himself was won in favor of the good guys; and Justin just had to tell someone.

"Lindsay?" Justin called out for his wife-to-be. "AJ?" He yelled for his younger brother. "Anyone home?" He asks out loud with no response as he walks through the front doors into Michaels Manor. Beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as the one hundred plus Kansas temperatures would make anyone perspire within seconds of being outside. "Nobody." Justin admitted to himself while he lugged his things through the foyer and up the stairs to the second floor of the century old mansion.

As he neared the double door to the master bedroom, running water could be heard, and it made it clear where Lindsay was as Justin busted through the doors and quickly dropped his luggage onto the bedroom floor before walking through the room and back into the master bath. His walk through the bedroom was less than graceful as the curtains had been pulled closed blocking all the natural light that would normally be welcomed in through the large windows and glass double doors that lead out onto the second floor balcony. "Hey Lindsay, I think I've got it all figured out!" Justin exclaimed over the sound of the shower as he leaned up against the opposite wall from where his fiancé was washing away the day. "I'm positive it's those AWA assholes coming in and just doing as they please that really made me do a double take on how I've been going about business over the last few years."

There was no response from his future wife, and little reaction from the silhouette he could see through the steamed up textured glass to the shower.

Justin's furrowed brow in reaction to the lack of a response faded quickly, though, as he continued to put the pieces of the puzzle together for Lindsay. "Basically, it's been like looking into a damn mirror ever since they showed up, and I think I realized that while they might get their way now, it's only going to come back and bite them in the ass later." He pressed on. "Only, you know, it'll take a handful of them to accomplish anything when I was able to manage just fine all by myself for the last year." Justin said with a chuckle. "But that's not the point."

He waited a little longer for a response this time, and all he got were the sounds of water soaked hair being rinsed and the water hitting the tile at Lindsay's feet.

Shaking his head, Justin pressed on. "I've come to realize that while doing everything in my power OTHER than actually earn my shots in the ring got me my first PCW World Championship, it's not going to earn me another one." He admitted. "Honestly, it barely got me the first one, and I wasn't even able to hold onto it for the two months between pay-per-views." The thoughts of beating LoKi for the title, but losing it back to him in such a short period of time last summer brought a ruck back to his brow that wouldn't go away as quickly this time. "So really, it just boils back down to a couple of simple things..."

Another pause in his affirmation was met with more silence, if you discount the typical sounds of one showering, and he pushed himself away from the wall and walked over to the sinks that were nearby, and stared at himself in the large mirror that accompanied them.

"The first and most important thing I think that will help me get out of the God awful slump is to get respect for myself back, and the respect of others; most importantly you and AJ." He conceded, and rather than getting a reaction he had anticipated out of fiancé, he still got nothing. Rather than deter him, though, he continued. "The other thing I'm going to need to do to get my career back in line is to start earning more rather than just trying to get it by any means necessary." Justin finished, pointing out his desire to actually win over the fans, and earn his title shots as opposed to buying, bribing, or stealing them.

Once more, however, Justin pauses for a response or some kind (ANY KIND) of response from his wife-to-be; and once more gets nothing.

It was at this point that the frustration started to seethe deep inside, and it was too much for him to contain. "What the fuck Lindsay, you've got nothing at all to say about this?!" Justin shrieked as he turned his attention to the actual shower door rather than the reflection of it in the mirror. "I'm looking for some input here, and I could really use your support right now, otherwise there's no real ground for me to stand on if I want to get off on the right foot this week against Non Compos Mentis." His rant continued. "I get a shot at evening up the score against him, and getting myself a victory over the current number one contender as we get closer to the pay per view would not only help me get out of this slump, but be pointing me in the right direction in the process."

Wrapping his fingers around the shower door handle Justin waits for a response but still gets none.

"Still nothing?!" Justin shouted as his words started to become less audible. "This is fucking unbelievable Lindsay, of all the times you could pull shit like this, why did it have to be now?"

Right as Justin gets ready to yank open the shower door, the sound of something being dropped to the floor calls to his attention, and he looks in the direction of the doorway back into the bedroom. Standing there in all her beauty is the very woman Justin thought he had been talking to this whole time. "Justin, what the Hell?!" The future Mrs. Michaels asks with a paranoid and wide-eyed look. "You tell me who is in that shower and the what is going on right now!" She threatens, but at this point even Justin is beyond confused, and starts to panic.

He barely gets a breath out before the water in the shower stops, and the door begins to open. Justin quickly stepped away and he and his possible ex-fiancé watch as a tanned, overly skinny, brunette stepped out of the shower without inhibition. Lindsay rolls her eyes as she bites her tongue and glances away from the naked female as she tries to make sense out of the situation without thinking the man she's spent the last 6 years with is cheating on her. Justin, on the other hand, can't take his eyes off the face of the woman, as he knows exactly who she is.

"Jacki?!" He exclaims.

His reaction gets Lindsay's attention as she continues in her actions of grabbing a towel and throwing it in the face of the woman now recognized as Justin's high school "sweetheart", and the first woman to have escorted Stormm to any ring, better known in those days as Rayne. The commotion had caught the attention of the younger Michaels, AJ, and he stumbled onto the scene out of curiosity.

"What's going on in..." Aaron started to question before being cut off.

"AJ, go downstairs!" Both Justin and Lindsay exclaim in unison before the minor can catch a glimpse of the woman who has yet to completely cover herself.

Rolling her eyes, Justin's ex wraps the towel around herself and walks back into the bedroom where her clothes are piled up on a chair in the corner while Justin and Lindsay are still trying to get a handle on the situation. "Don't worry Lindsay, Justin never got a chance to fuck me, he was too busy ranting about his worthless career." The unwelcomed guest admits and quickly turns the situation on herself as she has not only committed a crime, but pissed of the both Justin and Lindsay enough to make them both want to strike the bitch.

"You little white trash tramp, who the Hell do you think you are, breaking into our home and making me second guess EVERYTHING less than a week away from..." Lindsay starts in, trying to take care of the situation before it digs up too much shit from Justin's past, but is quickly cut off.

"Don't worry you blonde bimbo, it's obvious that Justin is into all that fake plastic Barbie shit you have obviously paid a lot of money for, and have nothing to worry about." Jacki retaliates, and despite the fact that the assumption of Lindsay having cosmetic surgery done is not true, it pushes her just over the edge enough to slap the bitch in the face. "You are going to regret that you fucking skank!"

Justin steps in and grabs the trucker-mouthed ex-girlfriend of his before pushing her away just before the girl fight broke out in full swing. His anger has started to reach the boiling point by this time, though, and he lashes out. "Alright, listen!" He exclaims that brings everything to a halt and gets the attention of both his former and current lady friends. "I have no fucking clue how YOU got in here, or why the fuck you are even here, and I don't really give two shits." Justin yelled as his face started to turn red. He began to take a few steps towards the woman who almost got him to give up on wrestling, sell Havoc Entertainment before it really got off the ground, and the whole time couldn't help herself from sleeping with any guy who looked at her. "What I do know is you have less time than it takes you to drop your panties for anything that moves to get out of my house before I let Lindsay stomp a mud hole in your scrawny ass and call the cops on you!" He finished as he had the aforementioned scrawny white trash tramp backed into a corner.

The side of the Force of Nature that he was doing his best to fight was just enough to strike fear into the eyes of a woman who had clearly broken into the home with confidence, and she tucked tail to run as she quickly tried to throw her shirt back on to finish getting dressed. As the horrible memory fled the scene, Justin and Lindsay let out a couple of huge breaths of air and sat down on the edge of the bed to try and make sense of what had just happened. But just as Jacki got to the base of the stairs, she threw a dagger back to the second floor at Justin to get the last word in before leaving. "By the way, your mother, Michelle, wanted me to tell you good luck!"[/color]