Post by Stormm on Oct 16, 2015 14:22:44 GMT -5
“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the 2015 Deadly Rumble: GRIMM!”
Stormm had slunk his way to the back by that point, having only been eliminated from the Rumble moments earlier by Kelli Starr. Was he bitter? He tried to be, but there was a part of the Force of Nature that knew if he won, it would have been taken away from him. He still hadn't won the International title yet, so the World title would still be out of reach.
He'd like to think that the championship pilgrimage he was put on years ago had been forgotten about, and maybe it had by everyone else. However, Justin wouldn't be able to let it go if he didn't climb the PCW ladder like Skylar Marshall wanted to make him do.
While going one on one with Grimm, the strange bedfellows that they have become, would have been ideal to ensure the Black Hand captured the number one contendership for the World title, it didn't quite work out that way for Stormm. Kelli managed to get the upper hand on him while Grimm was down. Unfortunately for Dollface, the Lord of Misrule still managed without the other half of Revelation in there with him, and for the second time Phinehas had taken the Rumble.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the 2015 Deadly Rumble: GRIMM!”
Justin splashed water on his face, the excess trickled down, some soaked up by his tank top, and the rest fell into the filled sink. His best efforts to wash the filth from his everyday life away went for naught, but he still tried nevertheless, and a fresh shave would suffice. Wiping fog from the bathroom mirror, much like he did every morning, he expected to look into his own eyes and relive all the pain and suffering they had witnessed over the years. He also hoped to see Lindsay's reflection, something less ordinary, standing behind him.
Instead, he peered into the House of Grimm. The redhead himself toyed with a kettle, brewing tea no doubt, while the sister that Justin still had yet to meet stabbed away at a punkin with a utility knife. 'Twas the season for nightmares and Ruth was certainly being festive, more so than the Michaels. Their lips moved, but neither was audible, but the images were as if he were right there in the Dillinger's kitchen with them. Ever since he first stepped foot into Hangtown he knew what indescribable truly meant.
Even in everyday living, Phinehas and Ruth managed to make to mundane seem supernatural. No matter what they said about the Black Hand, and despite all the trials that Justin had been through with the other three, there is something to be said about being a part of that backwoods Utopia. Anyone who denies wanting to see what Justin has seen, do what he has done, and be where he has been is lying.
Look at them there. The things those two have done. Yet, to accomplish more with an addition to the "family" as we'll call it, is still right up their alley. Despite any influence the Black Hand might have, there is something to be said about individuals who will always shoot straight with you. The same cannot be said for most of the Pure Class Wrestling roster. That was ultimately what drew the Force of Nature to the Black Hand's side.
Honesty.
The heat inside of the bathroom continued to fog the glass of the mirror up, and once more Justin zig-zagged his hand across the surface, wiping the moisture away. Phinehas turned to his sister, their conversation continuing on mute on the dark art powered television the speculum had become.
Justin veered deeper into the images miraculously left in place of where his reflection should have been. Would honesty be enough?
"Hey good lookin'."
Justin nearly jumped out of his sweats as he turned towards his lovely wife. "Jesus Lindsay, you trying to kill me?"
She had finally gotten back into an exercise routine following the birth of the twins earlier that year, and was still in her workout clothes, waiting for the bathroom to open. Justin glanced back over his shoulder towards the fogged over mirror, and all sings of Hangtown had dispersed. "No, just wondering how much longer her majesty needed to get all pretty this morning?"
"If it means letting you wash that stench away, I think she'd gladly postpone her beauty ritual."
It had been some time since the couple had been able to joke back and forth without an argument trailing close behind. They had been through some really rough pastures together, but they still had each other, the twins, and their health. Everything else would eventually fall in to place, or so they hoped.
After sharing a kiss, one in which Justin had to hold Lindsay back from rubbing her sweat covered body all over his freshly cleaned one, he exited the bathroom. The sound of running water started up no sooner than he stepped foot out of the bath and into their master bedroom. Sweaty workout clothes came flying out of the bath right at Justin, landing just short. He let out a soft sigh, and rolled his eyes as Lindsay yelled out to him from the shower. "So do you really think it'll work?"
"I wouldn't have let him volunteer for something this crazy if I didn't think it would work. I just hope I find Rose and figure out who this Patient Zero is, and soon!" Justin started to pace back and forth, an involuntary action when speaking about certain topics, especially when conversation about Damian Sorrow and the missing Southwind patients came up.
The two had spoken at length about Justin's plans to get the rest of the patient back in the hands of helping doctors, and to put Damian back behind bars, the safe return of Brian McCallister and Kaden Calix being of the utmost importance. Lindsay was still not as convinced as Justin seemed to be with it all, but that morning, things seemed different. "So what's your next move?" She questioned.
A normal conversation between these two would have been for the blonde haired vixen to question Justin's plan half a dozen times, and then change the subject, so her query shocked the Force of Nature. "Win the Tag Team titles?"
Justin joked, but there was definitely seriousness in his statement. He had all but left it up to fate by then, and was trying to focus more on his children and career. There was little doubt that his plan would work, and the Michaels would have their happily ever after, so why not focus on something he hasn't accomplish in over a decade? Win a tag team championship.
After a moment of silence in the conversation, or long enough for Lindsay to finish washing her hair, she finally spoke back up.
"Wrong!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're going to need to win a couple of matches first!
"Wasn't that implied?"
It sounded like a chuckle came from the bathroom as steam started to roll out from the shower. "You should never imply that winning two matches in a row, with still an unlikely teammate, is a given!"
"Even if..."
"Yes, even if it's scary britches!"
Of course she was right, even more so when you consider everything else on the Lord of Misrule's plate the next couple of months. After all, he is the number one contender for Sadistic's World title. There's no telling how that would play out, and to still have him needing to worry about tag team competition with a new partner? It could possibly take a turn for the worse for the Force of Nature. "First step is to get past the BlackSmith, I get it."
Justin paused, hoping Lindsay would acknowledge the lame play on words he had just used, instead, he got very little. "And?!"
"Look, those two are poster children for their team name." Not that anyone else in the (un)Stable weren't. "Their unpredictability makes them more vulnerable than they'd like to lead on. Alexa can put a whoopin' on her own henchmen, and blindside anyone with the best of them, but she's nothing more than an adult crybaby with very little skill. Tyrone, well, he's just unpredictable at best. I've faced him once, and it was as anti-climactic as this match with me and Grimm against them is going to be."
The shower turned off and a few moments later Lindsay appeared, soaking wet, and covered in a towel. "Don't let your confidence make you complacent with just talking about it. Actually go out there and destroy them, don't just let it be words."
Years in the business made Lindsay one of the best motivators for Justin, and was only one of many reasons he loved her as much as he did. The smile plastered on his face was proof of that; or maybe just of a man staring down a beautiful, soaking wet, blonde. She headed straight for the closet, but was intercepted as Justin wrapped his arms around his sopping bride. "For the first time in a long time, things ACTUALLY feel like they are falling in to place for us, this is no different! Crazy Power stands zero chance against me and 'scary britches' next week!"
"Good! Don't let me down!" She winked as she tried to push away from her husband, but he didn't let go. The smile on his face told her everything she needed to know, and it didn't take long before she had one of her own. At that point, there was very little use for words... or the towel she was wearing.
Stormm had slunk his way to the back by that point, having only been eliminated from the Rumble moments earlier by Kelli Starr. Was he bitter? He tried to be, but there was a part of the Force of Nature that knew if he won, it would have been taken away from him. He still hadn't won the International title yet, so the World title would still be out of reach.
He'd like to think that the championship pilgrimage he was put on years ago had been forgotten about, and maybe it had by everyone else. However, Justin wouldn't be able to let it go if he didn't climb the PCW ladder like Skylar Marshall wanted to make him do.
While going one on one with Grimm, the strange bedfellows that they have become, would have been ideal to ensure the Black Hand captured the number one contendership for the World title, it didn't quite work out that way for Stormm. Kelli managed to get the upper hand on him while Grimm was down. Unfortunately for Dollface, the Lord of Misrule still managed without the other half of Revelation in there with him, and for the second time Phinehas had taken the Rumble.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the 2015 Deadly Rumble: GRIMM!”
Justin splashed water on his face, the excess trickled down, some soaked up by his tank top, and the rest fell into the filled sink. His best efforts to wash the filth from his everyday life away went for naught, but he still tried nevertheless, and a fresh shave would suffice. Wiping fog from the bathroom mirror, much like he did every morning, he expected to look into his own eyes and relive all the pain and suffering they had witnessed over the years. He also hoped to see Lindsay's reflection, something less ordinary, standing behind him.
Instead, he peered into the House of Grimm. The redhead himself toyed with a kettle, brewing tea no doubt, while the sister that Justin still had yet to meet stabbed away at a punkin with a utility knife. 'Twas the season for nightmares and Ruth was certainly being festive, more so than the Michaels. Their lips moved, but neither was audible, but the images were as if he were right there in the Dillinger's kitchen with them. Ever since he first stepped foot into Hangtown he knew what indescribable truly meant.
Even in everyday living, Phinehas and Ruth managed to make to mundane seem supernatural. No matter what they said about the Black Hand, and despite all the trials that Justin had been through with the other three, there is something to be said about being a part of that backwoods Utopia. Anyone who denies wanting to see what Justin has seen, do what he has done, and be where he has been is lying.
Look at them there. The things those two have done. Yet, to accomplish more with an addition to the "family" as we'll call it, is still right up their alley. Despite any influence the Black Hand might have, there is something to be said about individuals who will always shoot straight with you. The same cannot be said for most of the Pure Class Wrestling roster. That was ultimately what drew the Force of Nature to the Black Hand's side.
Honesty.
The heat inside of the bathroom continued to fog the glass of the mirror up, and once more Justin zig-zagged his hand across the surface, wiping the moisture away. Phinehas turned to his sister, their conversation continuing on mute on the dark art powered television the speculum had become.
Justin veered deeper into the images miraculously left in place of where his reflection should have been. Would honesty be enough?
"Hey good lookin'."
Justin nearly jumped out of his sweats as he turned towards his lovely wife. "Jesus Lindsay, you trying to kill me?"
She had finally gotten back into an exercise routine following the birth of the twins earlier that year, and was still in her workout clothes, waiting for the bathroom to open. Justin glanced back over his shoulder towards the fogged over mirror, and all sings of Hangtown had dispersed. "No, just wondering how much longer her majesty needed to get all pretty this morning?"
"If it means letting you wash that stench away, I think she'd gladly postpone her beauty ritual."
It had been some time since the couple had been able to joke back and forth without an argument trailing close behind. They had been through some really rough pastures together, but they still had each other, the twins, and their health. Everything else would eventually fall in to place, or so they hoped.
After sharing a kiss, one in which Justin had to hold Lindsay back from rubbing her sweat covered body all over his freshly cleaned one, he exited the bathroom. The sound of running water started up no sooner than he stepped foot out of the bath and into their master bedroom. Sweaty workout clothes came flying out of the bath right at Justin, landing just short. He let out a soft sigh, and rolled his eyes as Lindsay yelled out to him from the shower. "So do you really think it'll work?"
"I wouldn't have let him volunteer for something this crazy if I didn't think it would work. I just hope I find Rose and figure out who this Patient Zero is, and soon!" Justin started to pace back and forth, an involuntary action when speaking about certain topics, especially when conversation about Damian Sorrow and the missing Southwind patients came up.
The two had spoken at length about Justin's plans to get the rest of the patient back in the hands of helping doctors, and to put Damian back behind bars, the safe return of Brian McCallister and Kaden Calix being of the utmost importance. Lindsay was still not as convinced as Justin seemed to be with it all, but that morning, things seemed different. "So what's your next move?" She questioned.
A normal conversation between these two would have been for the blonde haired vixen to question Justin's plan half a dozen times, and then change the subject, so her query shocked the Force of Nature. "Win the Tag Team titles?"
Justin joked, but there was definitely seriousness in his statement. He had all but left it up to fate by then, and was trying to focus more on his children and career. There was little doubt that his plan would work, and the Michaels would have their happily ever after, so why not focus on something he hasn't accomplish in over a decade? Win a tag team championship.
After a moment of silence in the conversation, or long enough for Lindsay to finish washing her hair, she finally spoke back up.
"Wrong!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're going to need to win a couple of matches first!
"Wasn't that implied?"
It sounded like a chuckle came from the bathroom as steam started to roll out from the shower. "You should never imply that winning two matches in a row, with still an unlikely teammate, is a given!"
"Even if..."
"Yes, even if it's scary britches!"
Of course she was right, even more so when you consider everything else on the Lord of Misrule's plate the next couple of months. After all, he is the number one contender for Sadistic's World title. There's no telling how that would play out, and to still have him needing to worry about tag team competition with a new partner? It could possibly take a turn for the worse for the Force of Nature. "First step is to get past the BlackSmith, I get it."
Justin paused, hoping Lindsay would acknowledge the lame play on words he had just used, instead, he got very little. "And?!"
"Look, those two are poster children for their team name." Not that anyone else in the (un)Stable weren't. "Their unpredictability makes them more vulnerable than they'd like to lead on. Alexa can put a whoopin' on her own henchmen, and blindside anyone with the best of them, but she's nothing more than an adult crybaby with very little skill. Tyrone, well, he's just unpredictable at best. I've faced him once, and it was as anti-climactic as this match with me and Grimm against them is going to be."
The shower turned off and a few moments later Lindsay appeared, soaking wet, and covered in a towel. "Don't let your confidence make you complacent with just talking about it. Actually go out there and destroy them, don't just let it be words."
Years in the business made Lindsay one of the best motivators for Justin, and was only one of many reasons he loved her as much as he did. The smile plastered on his face was proof of that; or maybe just of a man staring down a beautiful, soaking wet, blonde. She headed straight for the closet, but was intercepted as Justin wrapped his arms around his sopping bride. "For the first time in a long time, things ACTUALLY feel like they are falling in to place for us, this is no different! Crazy Power stands zero chance against me and 'scary britches' next week!"
"Good! Don't let me down!" She winked as she tried to push away from her husband, but he didn't let go. The smile on his face told her everything she needed to know, and it didn't take long before she had one of her own. At that point, there was very little use for words... or the towel she was wearing.
