Post by Stormm on Feb 21, 2014 0:01:39 GMT -5
"Does that sound fair?"
The feed for those watching at home and out in the arena had already switched over for the next match at Hostile Takeover, but the cameraman waiting patiently outside of the new President's, Patrick Gregory Brooks', office was finally rewarded. The door flew open, and former PCW World Champion, the Force of Nature himself, Justin Michaels came "stormming" out. "Are you asking or telling me?"
Pop. Snap. Crack.
Justin intertwined his fingers, bending, pulling, and twisting until every bubble in his joints had burst in frustration with the new man in charge around Pure Class Wrestling. "Justin, listen..."
"No, you listen!" He interrupted. "I didn't leave this place because Skylar Marshall pushed me out. I didn't come back here because someone new was in charge. But I'll be damned if I came back to the same shit I had to deal with while that snake was in charge; the same shit I came back for last year to try and fight against!"
"Hear me out on this..." P.G. tried to assert himself with the fury of the returning superstar, but was cut off again.
The annoyance on Mr. Brooks' face had started to show, but Stormm ignored it, if he even cared that he was getting under the skin of the new boss man. "I'll gladly fight my way through the ranks of PCW, proving to you, the rest of the locker room, and every single member of Team Havoc, that Stormm still belongs on top around here!" He exclaimed. "But that's the only reason I'm agreeing to do it. Not because Skylar tried to use those tactics to push me out. Not because you think it's the right thing to do for me as I make my return. And not because everyone thinks I have nothing left to lose at this point in my career!"
The Force of Nature started to pace just outside of the open office door. The President held his tongue, giving Justin the benefit of the doubt. After all, the man had seemingly lost the most important thing in his life before he took his leave from the company at the beginning of November last year... his wife, Lindsay. So Patrick was letting him vent a little. "Is that all?" Mr. Brooks asked Justin.
Never short on words, Stormm might very well regret his quick retort. "You know what, while you're at it, why don't you just make me fight my way through every rank? Make me try and actually win every title and defend it before I get another shot at the World title rather than just beating each champion on my pilgrimage back to the top? Really pile it on and give everyone a good reason to cheer for me now that I'm back?!"
As soon as he finished he knew what he had said. Not only that, but this wasn't his first conversation with P.G., and he had certainly done what homework he could on the kind of person Mr. Brooks was. When he saw the ear to ear smile on the new President's face, he wished he could have taken it all back, and just nodded and walked away when he asked him if all was fair.
"I think you may have something there."
"I'd just walk away, Stormmy-britches."
Trauma had cut to commercial as Kelli Starr tossed her microphone to the ground, leaving Stormm speechless in his "big" return to Pure Class Wrestling. He brought his mic up to follow up and the crowd started to cheer him on again, but as he stood agape in the middle of the ring, only heavy breaths come out between his lips. He tossed the mic to the mat, waved to the crowd and crawled through the ropes to make his way to the back as "Crash" by Decyfer Down sent him backstage.
"Fucking bitch!" He hadn't had much luck when it came to the opposite sex the last few months, and for one to have come out and basically ruin his return was more than frustrating. When he came back for the Icey’s a month ago to help induct longtime rivals as well as friends in Tha UnHoly Alliance to the Hall of Fame, he realized that this is where he belonged; in the thick of things, stepping through the ropes and fighting in the squared circle. He never imagined that so quickly would he start to wonder if he had made the right decision.
And he hadn't even had his first match back yet!
He ran his right hand over the top of his head and through his overgrown hair. He moved it down and rubbed his face before grabbing onto the beard he hadn't groomed since reading Lindsay's letter. "What am I doing?" He questioned out loud. "She's the biggest reason I've been in the business this long, coming back isn't going to bring her back. Winning the Genesis title isn't going to bring her back. Climbing back to the top and winning the World title ISN'T going to bring her back."
Pressing both hands to his face, he rubbed his eyes red before letting out an aggressive sigh.
"What am I doing?"
There were several different ways he could have answered that, but every one of them involved the best title of all, none of which being a Pure Class Wrestling title belt, but that of being the husband of the most beautiful person he's ever known. Internal struggles be damned, though, perhaps that was a bigger part of her leaving than anything else?
As he ran every outcome to his return out in his head, he passed by several PCW staff and even a couple of superstars that wished him to stop so they could welcome him back. Some of them took the time to ask about Lindsay, or Aaron, or even his father, but the Force of Nature was too far removed for all that, and he kept his answers short and sweet, and moved along.
But there was one person he wasn't going to get away from, in fact, over the last year or so, this individual had become more of a friend than just another co-worker. David Brandt, the Head of Pure Class Arena Security, had briefly worked as the Head of Security for the developmental territories for Justin's Havoc Entertainment here in the states after Skylar Marshal fired him in April of last year. During that stint, the two became close, even closer in the last few months.
"My man!" Dave called out with open arms.
Justin seemed much less thrilled than the large man who always seemed to be smiling. "Not now Brandt." Justin said, holding back the smile that was infectious when around the big man. "I just need to get out of here, and honestly, I'm wondering why I even came back."
The two exchanged a hefty handshake, and Dave slapped the Force of Nature hard on the shoulder with his free hand. "I'll tell you why you are here!" His booming voice echoed in the halls of the backstage area. "You are here for you, and nobody else!"
It was sound knowledge in so few words. That always seemed to be the way with "Big Dave" when it came to conversation between the two, except in cases when he'd had one too many drinks, as Justin recalls from New Year's. "It can't be that simple." Justin responded while over analyzing what Dave had said, much as he always did. "I know I put a lot of pressure on her by thinking more of her and the rest of my family, and hardly at all about me, but there's no way going out there and just doing this for me, myself, and I is going to do any good."
Dave finally released Justin's hand and took a step backwards. "Second chances son, second chances. People who deserve them will get them, and I know a thing or two about a thing or two on second chances."
"So, what, I'm just supposed to come back, put all that shit I've been through the last few years, and step through that curtain in a couple weeks and pretend to be the Stormm that, honestly, I'm not sure exists anymore?" Justin asked Dave while asking himself at the same time. David, still smiling, used the side of his fist to bump Justin on the arm while shaking his head. "No, you're right." He continued. "The Hell with all that shit I've been through, there's no sense in continuing to carry it all around with me like I've been doing. I'm tired of watching everyone around me move on with their lives while I'm still sitting here stuck in Two Thousand and Eleven!"
"Word!"
Justin smacked David on his shoulders with both hand with a look of "Eureka!" "Damn it Dave, why am I still here?!" He asked Dave again, more enthusiastically this time than he had been asking himself before. "If I'm going to stand a chance at Trauma One Forty-Nine against that new Genesis Champion, I need to get to the gym and get back at it!" He shrieked. "I've got some new blood to test, and title reign to cut short, everything else will fall into place, but it's about damn time I stop worrying about everything and just simply focus on SOMETHING!"
"You're God damned right!"
The two exchanged another hand shake, Dave still smiling from ear to ear, and Justin quickly turned and made his way for the exit. But the Head of Security had one last thing to say to himself before he made his way back to ensuring things didn't get out of control for the rest of Trauma One Forty-Eight.
"That kid is in it deep!"
The feed for those watching at home and out in the arena had already switched over for the next match at Hostile Takeover, but the cameraman waiting patiently outside of the new President's, Patrick Gregory Brooks', office was finally rewarded. The door flew open, and former PCW World Champion, the Force of Nature himself, Justin Michaels came "stormming" out. "Are you asking or telling me?"
Pop. Snap. Crack.
Justin intertwined his fingers, bending, pulling, and twisting until every bubble in his joints had burst in frustration with the new man in charge around Pure Class Wrestling. "Justin, listen..."
"No, you listen!" He interrupted. "I didn't leave this place because Skylar Marshall pushed me out. I didn't come back here because someone new was in charge. But I'll be damned if I came back to the same shit I had to deal with while that snake was in charge; the same shit I came back for last year to try and fight against!"
"Hear me out on this..." P.G. tried to assert himself with the fury of the returning superstar, but was cut off again.
The annoyance on Mr. Brooks' face had started to show, but Stormm ignored it, if he even cared that he was getting under the skin of the new boss man. "I'll gladly fight my way through the ranks of PCW, proving to you, the rest of the locker room, and every single member of Team Havoc, that Stormm still belongs on top around here!" He exclaimed. "But that's the only reason I'm agreeing to do it. Not because Skylar tried to use those tactics to push me out. Not because you think it's the right thing to do for me as I make my return. And not because everyone thinks I have nothing left to lose at this point in my career!"
The Force of Nature started to pace just outside of the open office door. The President held his tongue, giving Justin the benefit of the doubt. After all, the man had seemingly lost the most important thing in his life before he took his leave from the company at the beginning of November last year... his wife, Lindsay. So Patrick was letting him vent a little. "Is that all?" Mr. Brooks asked Justin.
Never short on words, Stormm might very well regret his quick retort. "You know what, while you're at it, why don't you just make me fight my way through every rank? Make me try and actually win every title and defend it before I get another shot at the World title rather than just beating each champion on my pilgrimage back to the top? Really pile it on and give everyone a good reason to cheer for me now that I'm back?!"
As soon as he finished he knew what he had said. Not only that, but this wasn't his first conversation with P.G., and he had certainly done what homework he could on the kind of person Mr. Brooks was. When he saw the ear to ear smile on the new President's face, he wished he could have taken it all back, and just nodded and walked away when he asked him if all was fair.
"I think you may have something there."
* * * * * * *
"I'd just walk away, Stormmy-britches."
Trauma had cut to commercial as Kelli Starr tossed her microphone to the ground, leaving Stormm speechless in his "big" return to Pure Class Wrestling. He brought his mic up to follow up and the crowd started to cheer him on again, but as he stood agape in the middle of the ring, only heavy breaths come out between his lips. He tossed the mic to the mat, waved to the crowd and crawled through the ropes to make his way to the back as "Crash" by Decyfer Down sent him backstage.
"Fucking bitch!" He hadn't had much luck when it came to the opposite sex the last few months, and for one to have come out and basically ruin his return was more than frustrating. When he came back for the Icey’s a month ago to help induct longtime rivals as well as friends in Tha UnHoly Alliance to the Hall of Fame, he realized that this is where he belonged; in the thick of things, stepping through the ropes and fighting in the squared circle. He never imagined that so quickly would he start to wonder if he had made the right decision.
And he hadn't even had his first match back yet!
He ran his right hand over the top of his head and through his overgrown hair. He moved it down and rubbed his face before grabbing onto the beard he hadn't groomed since reading Lindsay's letter. "What am I doing?" He questioned out loud. "She's the biggest reason I've been in the business this long, coming back isn't going to bring her back. Winning the Genesis title isn't going to bring her back. Climbing back to the top and winning the World title ISN'T going to bring her back."
Pressing both hands to his face, he rubbed his eyes red before letting out an aggressive sigh.
"What am I doing?"
There were several different ways he could have answered that, but every one of them involved the best title of all, none of which being a Pure Class Wrestling title belt, but that of being the husband of the most beautiful person he's ever known. Internal struggles be damned, though, perhaps that was a bigger part of her leaving than anything else?
As he ran every outcome to his return out in his head, he passed by several PCW staff and even a couple of superstars that wished him to stop so they could welcome him back. Some of them took the time to ask about Lindsay, or Aaron, or even his father, but the Force of Nature was too far removed for all that, and he kept his answers short and sweet, and moved along.
But there was one person he wasn't going to get away from, in fact, over the last year or so, this individual had become more of a friend than just another co-worker. David Brandt, the Head of Pure Class Arena Security, had briefly worked as the Head of Security for the developmental territories for Justin's Havoc Entertainment here in the states after Skylar Marshal fired him in April of last year. During that stint, the two became close, even closer in the last few months.
"My man!" Dave called out with open arms.
Justin seemed much less thrilled than the large man who always seemed to be smiling. "Not now Brandt." Justin said, holding back the smile that was infectious when around the big man. "I just need to get out of here, and honestly, I'm wondering why I even came back."
The two exchanged a hefty handshake, and Dave slapped the Force of Nature hard on the shoulder with his free hand. "I'll tell you why you are here!" His booming voice echoed in the halls of the backstage area. "You are here for you, and nobody else!"
It was sound knowledge in so few words. That always seemed to be the way with "Big Dave" when it came to conversation between the two, except in cases when he'd had one too many drinks, as Justin recalls from New Year's. "It can't be that simple." Justin responded while over analyzing what Dave had said, much as he always did. "I know I put a lot of pressure on her by thinking more of her and the rest of my family, and hardly at all about me, but there's no way going out there and just doing this for me, myself, and I is going to do any good."
Dave finally released Justin's hand and took a step backwards. "Second chances son, second chances. People who deserve them will get them, and I know a thing or two about a thing or two on second chances."
"So, what, I'm just supposed to come back, put all that shit I've been through the last few years, and step through that curtain in a couple weeks and pretend to be the Stormm that, honestly, I'm not sure exists anymore?" Justin asked Dave while asking himself at the same time. David, still smiling, used the side of his fist to bump Justin on the arm while shaking his head. "No, you're right." He continued. "The Hell with all that shit I've been through, there's no sense in continuing to carry it all around with me like I've been doing. I'm tired of watching everyone around me move on with their lives while I'm still sitting here stuck in Two Thousand and Eleven!"
"Word!"
Justin smacked David on his shoulders with both hand with a look of "Eureka!" "Damn it Dave, why am I still here?!" He asked Dave again, more enthusiastically this time than he had been asking himself before. "If I'm going to stand a chance at Trauma One Forty-Nine against that new Genesis Champion, I need to get to the gym and get back at it!" He shrieked. "I've got some new blood to test, and title reign to cut short, everything else will fall into place, but it's about damn time I stop worrying about everything and just simply focus on SOMETHING!"
"You're God damned right!"
The two exchanged another hand shake, Dave still smiling from ear to ear, and Justin quickly turned and made his way for the exit. But the Head of Security had one last thing to say to himself before he made his way back to ensuring things didn't get out of control for the rest of Trauma One Forty-Eight.
"That kid is in it deep!"
