James Storm frowned as he looked at the TV screen. He had gone over the tape five times since he'd sat down an hour ago. Each time had been the same, results all of which were un-expectable to him. He and Harris had only won due to the king of punk Shannon Moore.
Storm was outraged, some crazy little punk had been the only reason he and Chris still held gold. This was un-expectable, they had been the greatest team in TNA for a long time. AMW had gone through wars of all kinds.
Bloody battles with some of the worlds craziest teams. He and Chris had survived James Mitchell's New Church. Mitchell was sick one of the sickest people Storm had ever had the misfortune to meet. Let alone cross, he and Chris had both crossed the mad manager and gotten back there gold.
Strom sighed being around Mitchell freaked him out. The man was weird and down right scarry. Storm won't say it out load but Mitchell scarred him. On a level that was a kin to what the bogie man did to a two year old child. He hadn't liked the idea of align with him, but Jeff had said it was better to have Mitchell and Abyss on his side. Than to have them on managements and the rouges escaping the WWE.
Storm had the feeling that if Mitchell got into his head to bring back the New Church. Things would start to get very ugly and that he and Harris would be the sacrificial lambs. He had not missed the fact Jeff had said his side and not our side. Strom, Gail and Harris had all made some quick excuses and all gone to dinner.
They had all gone out to a out of the way place just outside Orlando. Gail had been the one to voice what they had all been thinking. Jeff could and would sell all three of them down the river. As soon as it became profitable to him to do so.
Chris had agreed with her, and the three had come to an understanding. They were now their own group, to hell with Jeff and his crap. Jeff was just out to use and then throw them all away. Once that had been taken care of, Gail had also mentioned her discomfort with Mitchell. Strom had claimed her by saying Mitchell was all image. Chris had also throw in his two cents and said that he was more talk than action.
Still Storm had to agree with Gail on all points, James Mitchell was creepy and down right depraved. Who knew what that man was fully capable of doing. Storm sighed he had a feeling that the New Church raising form the grave. As going to be the least of his worries.
Styles and Daniels were on the same page. The two stars of the X-division were a working unit. A very dangerous working unit that was soon to be seeing him and Harris back in the ring. Strom pulled over his bowl of popcorn and eat. Fate would decided things soon enough.