Post by Stormm on Apr 5, 2014 13:19:12 GMT -5
The void in the bed where his arm fell woke him. Justin turned over to glance at the alarm clock on the night stand before turning his gaze back to the empty half of the bed. Just a couple hours prior, Lindsay had occupied that spot of the bed, but she must have slipped out after he fell asleep. It was exactly what she had done to him a couple weeks ago, in the same manner.
The two hadn't exchanged many words in either of their meetings, and Justin was starting to wonder if she was just using him, while at the same time still avoiding their marital issues; or if this was a very uncharacteristic way of her trying to work on them. He could tell how uncomfortable she had been in both of their romps, at least before and after the fun was had. It was almost as if she had shown up at his hotel suite after both the last two Traumas with the intention of talking with Justin, only to ignore it all in favor of something that they both enjoyed.
Justin had decided he wasn't going to let her do this a second time, not after she had done it following Trauma One Fifty, especially after she had called him the next day to apologize and ask to meet up back in Kansas City. That meeting didn't go as planned either, as Justin was surprised to find his brother-in-law there instead. Oh, but she did eventually show up, at that point, however, Justin was in no mood.
Yet here he lay again, all by himself, sometime just after four in the morning, staring at a deprived half of the bed with little more than a pale green glow bathing the bedroom.
"Lindsay?" He called out for her, in desperation, hoping that by some chance she had just gotten up to use the bathroom or get a drink of water. There was no answer.
Justin knew better... she had done it again!
As he buried his face into her pillow, his pillow, out of frustration; the faint smell of her hair products lingered and only added to his indignation towards the woman he loved. Yet, even in his sleep deprived state, he couldn't help from his mind meandering to the idea that in the slightest of ways, his situation at home had a lot of similarities to his situation for his upcoming match at Mass Destruction.
He was still sore from the brutal main event match he had participated in with the rest of the Pure Class Wrestling royalty, a match that really didn't mean all that much going into it, at least for the Force of Nature. He had been more invested in the Genesis title number one contender match, and following that, he thought he knew what he was going to be dealing with at the pay per view.
Yet, after the biggest fight he'd been in since coming back to the squared circle this year, come to find out, the match he thought was set in stone changed; much like a lot of the lineup for PCW's biggest event of the year following Trauma One Fifty-One.
Not that having to defend the Genesis Championship against either High Tide, Wasp, or them both was a big deal, Stormm had always been the guy to step into the ring with whoever the suits threw at him with the same mentality, give his opponent the fight of their life, and give the fans a reason to be glued to their seats. The fact that even if he and his partner won the match, there was a chance he could walk out of Mass Destruction without the title.
So, much like his personal situation, Justin was more focused on his partner (while the sense of the word would have different meanings between the two situations) than his opponents. Kelli Starr seemed to have washed her hands of the Genesis Championship shortly after Stormm had returned to PCW, yet there she was, "stuck" back in a Genesis title match.
While the Force of Nature had his share of experience with both of the Flying Freebooters, whether as opponents, or even the one time Stormm and High Tide had teamed up shortly after the pirate's debut to PCW, this would be his first rendezvous with Dollface. Would she truly be an ally at Mass Destruction, or would his partner just be a third opponent for him?
Despite the fact that the Genesis title had seemed to have lost some of its meaning as of late, Justin still wanted to re-legitimize it, and not just because he got "stuck" in the division like so many others feel, but because he was given the opportunity to prove that he's still someone to watch out for in Pure Class Wrestling.
There would only be one good way to approach the match with any hopes of leaving the pay per view as the reigning and defending Genesis Champion... treat everyone as hostile.
He tossed and turned in bed as his thoughts had continued to push Lindsay out and bring Mass Destruction in, despite the minute similarities between the two situations. Coming to rest on his back, he pulled the covers from his waist back up to his chest. While sore and very much tired, as he stared up at the ceiling, rest couldn't seem to find him.
Glancing back at the clock before fixing his gaze back onto a spot on the ceiling above him, a spot just visible with the aide of the glow from the alarm clock, he let out an audible sigh.
"Quarter to five."
There were no plans of an early morning workout, something that rarely happens following a match, especially one like he had just finished; but there didn't seem to be an end in sight for his restlessness. What was crestfallen man to do? He could continue to lie in bed, and let his mind get the best of him as it would bounce between any number of issues plaguing the Force of Nature's world. He could get up then, pack, and catch an earlier flight back to Kansas City as he always does between events. He could... answer the door?
A delicate knock came to the hotel suite door, and Justin sat up in bed. He listened for it again, not really believing the first one to be real, but instead his mind playing tricks on him at nearly five in the morning.
Tap. Tap. Tap
It was almost not even a knock at all and sounded more like someone using a finger to tap the door... Like someone using a finger to tap the door!
Justin sprung from bed and rushed to the door. He threw back the latch and twisted the deadbolt like his life depended on it, and it might. He knew who was on the other side of that door, he was certain. There was only one person who had ever knocked on a door like that...
"Linds!"
A smile was on his face as he flung open the door, forgetting all about how upset with her that he was, as the simple thought of her being there was enough to make all negative thoughts rush out. Her face wasn't as full of life as Justin's was, however. In fact, it was all red and black; flushed with a touch of bleeding mascara.
There was no doubt she had been crying, and doing a lot of it. Justin could feel his heart in his throat as his expression quickly matched hers.
"Hi." Lindsay said to Justin.
"Hey." He responded.
"Can we talk?"
The two hadn't exchanged many words in either of their meetings, and Justin was starting to wonder if she was just using him, while at the same time still avoiding their marital issues; or if this was a very uncharacteristic way of her trying to work on them. He could tell how uncomfortable she had been in both of their romps, at least before and after the fun was had. It was almost as if she had shown up at his hotel suite after both the last two Traumas with the intention of talking with Justin, only to ignore it all in favor of something that they both enjoyed.
Justin had decided he wasn't going to let her do this a second time, not after she had done it following Trauma One Fifty, especially after she had called him the next day to apologize and ask to meet up back in Kansas City. That meeting didn't go as planned either, as Justin was surprised to find his brother-in-law there instead. Oh, but she did eventually show up, at that point, however, Justin was in no mood.
Yet here he lay again, all by himself, sometime just after four in the morning, staring at a deprived half of the bed with little more than a pale green glow bathing the bedroom.
"Lindsay?" He called out for her, in desperation, hoping that by some chance she had just gotten up to use the bathroom or get a drink of water. There was no answer.
Justin knew better... she had done it again!
As he buried his face into her pillow, his pillow, out of frustration; the faint smell of her hair products lingered and only added to his indignation towards the woman he loved. Yet, even in his sleep deprived state, he couldn't help from his mind meandering to the idea that in the slightest of ways, his situation at home had a lot of similarities to his situation for his upcoming match at Mass Destruction.
He was still sore from the brutal main event match he had participated in with the rest of the Pure Class Wrestling royalty, a match that really didn't mean all that much going into it, at least for the Force of Nature. He had been more invested in the Genesis title number one contender match, and following that, he thought he knew what he was going to be dealing with at the pay per view.
Yet, after the biggest fight he'd been in since coming back to the squared circle this year, come to find out, the match he thought was set in stone changed; much like a lot of the lineup for PCW's biggest event of the year following Trauma One Fifty-One.
Not that having to defend the Genesis Championship against either High Tide, Wasp, or them both was a big deal, Stormm had always been the guy to step into the ring with whoever the suits threw at him with the same mentality, give his opponent the fight of their life, and give the fans a reason to be glued to their seats. The fact that even if he and his partner won the match, there was a chance he could walk out of Mass Destruction without the title.
So, much like his personal situation, Justin was more focused on his partner (while the sense of the word would have different meanings between the two situations) than his opponents. Kelli Starr seemed to have washed her hands of the Genesis Championship shortly after Stormm had returned to PCW, yet there she was, "stuck" back in a Genesis title match.
While the Force of Nature had his share of experience with both of the Flying Freebooters, whether as opponents, or even the one time Stormm and High Tide had teamed up shortly after the pirate's debut to PCW, this would be his first rendezvous with Dollface. Would she truly be an ally at Mass Destruction, or would his partner just be a third opponent for him?
Despite the fact that the Genesis title had seemed to have lost some of its meaning as of late, Justin still wanted to re-legitimize it, and not just because he got "stuck" in the division like so many others feel, but because he was given the opportunity to prove that he's still someone to watch out for in Pure Class Wrestling.
There would only be one good way to approach the match with any hopes of leaving the pay per view as the reigning and defending Genesis Champion... treat everyone as hostile.
He tossed and turned in bed as his thoughts had continued to push Lindsay out and bring Mass Destruction in, despite the minute similarities between the two situations. Coming to rest on his back, he pulled the covers from his waist back up to his chest. While sore and very much tired, as he stared up at the ceiling, rest couldn't seem to find him.
Glancing back at the clock before fixing his gaze back onto a spot on the ceiling above him, a spot just visible with the aide of the glow from the alarm clock, he let out an audible sigh.
"Quarter to five."
There were no plans of an early morning workout, something that rarely happens following a match, especially one like he had just finished; but there didn't seem to be an end in sight for his restlessness. What was crestfallen man to do? He could continue to lie in bed, and let his mind get the best of him as it would bounce between any number of issues plaguing the Force of Nature's world. He could get up then, pack, and catch an earlier flight back to Kansas City as he always does between events. He could... answer the door?
A delicate knock came to the hotel suite door, and Justin sat up in bed. He listened for it again, not really believing the first one to be real, but instead his mind playing tricks on him at nearly five in the morning.
Tap. Tap. Tap
It was almost not even a knock at all and sounded more like someone using a finger to tap the door... Like someone using a finger to tap the door!
Justin sprung from bed and rushed to the door. He threw back the latch and twisted the deadbolt like his life depended on it, and it might. He knew who was on the other side of that door, he was certain. There was only one person who had ever knocked on a door like that...
"Linds!"
A smile was on his face as he flung open the door, forgetting all about how upset with her that he was, as the simple thought of her being there was enough to make all negative thoughts rush out. Her face wasn't as full of life as Justin's was, however. In fact, it was all red and black; flushed with a touch of bleeding mascara.
There was no doubt she had been crying, and doing a lot of it. Justin could feel his heart in his throat as his expression quickly matched hers.
"Hi." Lindsay said to Justin.
"Hey." He responded.
"Can we talk?"
