Post by Stormm on Sept 4, 2015 18:55:28 GMT -5
He cocked his head, face to face with himself. His hazel eyes were as alive and vibrant as they'd ever been, it had been since his wedding since they had sparkled like that, and Lindsay always said they were one of his most attractive features. The two orbs that stared back at him, however, were dull and lifeless. A dead man had more vitality in his eyes than they did, yet they interested him.
Justin stood in the dark, back room of the Dillinger's Wax Museum, the smell of rotting flesh and formaldehyde from the taxidermy shop just next door was almost unbearable, but whatever had motivated him to meander into that very building was keeping him there regardless.
His statue was primed and ready to be mounted on its platform out in the museum, alongside the rest of Pure Class Wrestling's chapter of The Black Hand, yet, it had been kept in the back alongside the melted face hung of wax of former Black Hand member, Damian Sorrow. It wasn't until after Justin's orientation that he was brought to the light of such facts, but it couldn't have made more sense. Of course, the Force of Nature went through a period of disappointment in himself, having joined the Hand, when all along, Damian had been trying to recruit him for such a thing. "For different reasons." Justin would continue to tell himself on the moment when he shook the hand of the "enemy."
Turning his attention away from his own statue and to that of the force doctor's, it sent chills down his spine to see the lifeless bodies of himself and that scum standing side by side. "Under no circumstances, you son of a bitch, would I ever stand by your side." Years of frustration, along with current grievances began to manifest in the form of the spoken word, and with Damian's escape from Sedgwick County, a blurred face doppelganger made of wax of the maniac was as good as it would get.
"Maybe you got what you wanted in the end, your Number One in The Black Hand, along with your freedom, but it won't be long before it all comes crumbling down around you." His words could not have been filled with more determination and hate, and the melted face on the statue almost looked afraid of the words that Justin threw at it. "You've underestimated one of your 'patients' for the last time Damian, and after I find Rose and Steven, I'm coming for you and Brian." Taking a step forward, Justin continued to tightrope on reality, and looked to enacting some form of intimidation towards the lifeless statue. "Then again, maybe I'll find all four of you at the same time."
Turning his head towards the statue of himself, dressed in more wrestling ring appropriate attire than the lavish suit he bore, his eyes narrowed and his brow furled. His jaw dropped, yet no words came out, and for a moment, his mouth was agape, speechless at himself. "Lindsay has everything right, you aren't Stormm anymore!" The Force of Nature looked like he wanted to hit himself, and maybe if it hadn't been just a lifeless effigy, he probably would have. "You've been so worried about making everyone proud, that you've forgotten what it is to step through the ropes and just wrestle. To fight!"
His head dropped, ashamed of himself. "Everyone you've been trying to impress for the last three years were the first ones to turn their backs on you when Bagwell donned your colors and conned the rabble into believing you had abandoned them. What kind of 'fans' are they?" His head looked from his feet to the rafters. "Nothing you do will convince an idiot of something they believe to be true, yet you fought for them, making you the biggest idiot of them all; it took you long enough to understand what really needed to be done!"
Justin glanced about the dimly lit room gathering his composure before turning his attention back to himself. "If the people want so badly to hate you for something, might as well give them an actual reason. Maybe without the burden of the so-called 'faithful' on your mind, you can get back to business when you step into that ring, and show everyone the Stormm they've never been able to fully let go of. The Stormm that doesn't care for anyone but himself, family aside, and has no concern for anyone else's well-being. Let them boo you, let them hate you, but above all else, make them start fearing you again! A man with means and allies with influence at his side is not someone the commoners will fuck with, make them realize that!"
Once more, Justin's mental state took a turn for the odd as he manned up himself, getting as close as he could without touching the statue, and looked back into those two dead eyes again. "The Anarchist and Loco, two of the men I've known the longest in this industry, when have they ever been less than hot air?" Justin began to smile. "When you brought them to PCW four years ago, they tried to ride your coattails, and did nothing but drag you down with them. When they couldn't be carried to success by you, they got at each other's throats, and cried retirement. All the while, you've been here, battling it out with the best of them, and showing everyone what it means to be a REAL superstar... a REAL champion!"
He backed away from his waxed counterpart, and started to pace back and forth. "Johnny might as well be the wart that grows on Jason's ass; you've wrestled him in the past, and he couldn't hold a candle to you then, what makes him think all the years outside of the ring is going to change that? Willard on the other hand, might have something to prove to you, since the two of you have never actually faced one another. Of course, the one thing you need to worry about in these clusterfuck type matches is the mayhem they cause away from the real action. If you don't let them run around like clowns causing chaos, they are harmless."
Thoughts of the alliance that was not really all that unholy turned to a man that Justin may not have dealt with in the years prior to Pure Class Wrestling, but that of one he's had a lot of history with since he came to PCW nearly a decade prior. Non Compos Mentis, Sean Rhodes, or any number of names that he's been given over the years. He quickly shot a look back at himself. "That bastard though, he always finds a way to be one of the biggest pains in the ass! His new reign as International Champion means nothing to you right now, though. Hell, his involvement with the rest of the PCW roster to try and disarm The Black Hand is going to be as fruitless as Willard and Marquez's sacks. His skill inside of the ring is only of a concern for your upcoming match, after that, there is only one Revelation that you and the rest of those dolts need to worry about!"
There was a slight look of concern on his face, almost as if he wasn't quite convinced in the words he was speaking to... himself. The melted face of Damian Sorrow seemed to give him a look of bewilderment, or even doubt.
Was there really nothing to worry about? The fact that the entire roster wanted to see the downfall of the Hand, was it really something that could so easily be shrugged off? Would his and Grimm's rise to the top of the reinstated tag division be as easy as a walk in the park? Could he live with himself for joining The Black Hand, all the while trying to find the man that for so long tried to recruit him to the Hand in the first place?
The answer to all that was a little less complex than one might think...
"Yes!"
Justin stood in the dark, back room of the Dillinger's Wax Museum, the smell of rotting flesh and formaldehyde from the taxidermy shop just next door was almost unbearable, but whatever had motivated him to meander into that very building was keeping him there regardless.
His statue was primed and ready to be mounted on its platform out in the museum, alongside the rest of Pure Class Wrestling's chapter of The Black Hand, yet, it had been kept in the back alongside the melted face hung of wax of former Black Hand member, Damian Sorrow. It wasn't until after Justin's orientation that he was brought to the light of such facts, but it couldn't have made more sense. Of course, the Force of Nature went through a period of disappointment in himself, having joined the Hand, when all along, Damian had been trying to recruit him for such a thing. "For different reasons." Justin would continue to tell himself on the moment when he shook the hand of the "enemy."
Turning his attention away from his own statue and to that of the force doctor's, it sent chills down his spine to see the lifeless bodies of himself and that scum standing side by side. "Under no circumstances, you son of a bitch, would I ever stand by your side." Years of frustration, along with current grievances began to manifest in the form of the spoken word, and with Damian's escape from Sedgwick County, a blurred face doppelganger made of wax of the maniac was as good as it would get.
"Maybe you got what you wanted in the end, your Number One in The Black Hand, along with your freedom, but it won't be long before it all comes crumbling down around you." His words could not have been filled with more determination and hate, and the melted face on the statue almost looked afraid of the words that Justin threw at it. "You've underestimated one of your 'patients' for the last time Damian, and after I find Rose and Steven, I'm coming for you and Brian." Taking a step forward, Justin continued to tightrope on reality, and looked to enacting some form of intimidation towards the lifeless statue. "Then again, maybe I'll find all four of you at the same time."
Turning his head towards the statue of himself, dressed in more wrestling ring appropriate attire than the lavish suit he bore, his eyes narrowed and his brow furled. His jaw dropped, yet no words came out, and for a moment, his mouth was agape, speechless at himself. "Lindsay has everything right, you aren't Stormm anymore!" The Force of Nature looked like he wanted to hit himself, and maybe if it hadn't been just a lifeless effigy, he probably would have. "You've been so worried about making everyone proud, that you've forgotten what it is to step through the ropes and just wrestle. To fight!"
His head dropped, ashamed of himself. "Everyone you've been trying to impress for the last three years were the first ones to turn their backs on you when Bagwell donned your colors and conned the rabble into believing you had abandoned them. What kind of 'fans' are they?" His head looked from his feet to the rafters. "Nothing you do will convince an idiot of something they believe to be true, yet you fought for them, making you the biggest idiot of them all; it took you long enough to understand what really needed to be done!"
Justin glanced about the dimly lit room gathering his composure before turning his attention back to himself. "If the people want so badly to hate you for something, might as well give them an actual reason. Maybe without the burden of the so-called 'faithful' on your mind, you can get back to business when you step into that ring, and show everyone the Stormm they've never been able to fully let go of. The Stormm that doesn't care for anyone but himself, family aside, and has no concern for anyone else's well-being. Let them boo you, let them hate you, but above all else, make them start fearing you again! A man with means and allies with influence at his side is not someone the commoners will fuck with, make them realize that!"
Once more, Justin's mental state took a turn for the odd as he manned up himself, getting as close as he could without touching the statue, and looked back into those two dead eyes again. "The Anarchist and Loco, two of the men I've known the longest in this industry, when have they ever been less than hot air?" Justin began to smile. "When you brought them to PCW four years ago, they tried to ride your coattails, and did nothing but drag you down with them. When they couldn't be carried to success by you, they got at each other's throats, and cried retirement. All the while, you've been here, battling it out with the best of them, and showing everyone what it means to be a REAL superstar... a REAL champion!"
He backed away from his waxed counterpart, and started to pace back and forth. "Johnny might as well be the wart that grows on Jason's ass; you've wrestled him in the past, and he couldn't hold a candle to you then, what makes him think all the years outside of the ring is going to change that? Willard on the other hand, might have something to prove to you, since the two of you have never actually faced one another. Of course, the one thing you need to worry about in these clusterfuck type matches is the mayhem they cause away from the real action. If you don't let them run around like clowns causing chaos, they are harmless."
Thoughts of the alliance that was not really all that unholy turned to a man that Justin may not have dealt with in the years prior to Pure Class Wrestling, but that of one he's had a lot of history with since he came to PCW nearly a decade prior. Non Compos Mentis, Sean Rhodes, or any number of names that he's been given over the years. He quickly shot a look back at himself. "That bastard though, he always finds a way to be one of the biggest pains in the ass! His new reign as International Champion means nothing to you right now, though. Hell, his involvement with the rest of the PCW roster to try and disarm The Black Hand is going to be as fruitless as Willard and Marquez's sacks. His skill inside of the ring is only of a concern for your upcoming match, after that, there is only one Revelation that you and the rest of those dolts need to worry about!"
There was a slight look of concern on his face, almost as if he wasn't quite convinced in the words he was speaking to... himself. The melted face of Damian Sorrow seemed to give him a look of bewilderment, or even doubt.
Was there really nothing to worry about? The fact that the entire roster wanted to see the downfall of the Hand, was it really something that could so easily be shrugged off? Would his and Grimm's rise to the top of the reinstated tag division be as easy as a walk in the park? Could he live with himself for joining The Black Hand, all the while trying to find the man that for so long tried to recruit him to the Hand in the first place?
The answer to all that was a little less complex than one might think...
"Yes!"
