Post by Gerard Angelo on Jan 14, 2022 20:05:18 GMT -5
I thought you were going to beat Kidsgrove LMAOOOOO
A time limit draw? I thought this guy was good.
He looks like James Raven if Raven’s mom fucked a goat and…
Gerard clicks the lock button on his iPhone and tosses it on the leather seat next to him in disgust. Tweets from fans with Twitter muscles shouldn’t get to him, but he couldn’t help thinking they were right. Not the James Raven stuff that’s become a thing. That’s weird. He didn’t see the resemblance.
Was coming back the right choice?
He couldn’t even win his debut match. Hell, he didn’t even lose it. Just drawing with someone he felt empty. Take nothing away from Kidsgrove. He may be annoying but he sure can go in the ring. Gerard sighed once more staring out the tinted window of the limo, staring up at the bright lights of Los Angeles.
He shouldn’t be so hard on himself, but there were expectations to meet. From the network since they put pressure on AW to sign him. From Torture and Gravedigger, given the contract they gave him. From his peers and fans. But the biggest ones were from himself. Gerry didn’t want to be someone that just lost his edge and faded into nothingness. His ego couldn’t handle it.
Sure he had acting to fall back on but wrestling was his passion. Was it just ring rust? Or is he not as good as he once was? Gerard rubbed a hand over his beard. He wished he could talk about it, but the one person he wanted to talk to hasn’t spoken to him in nine months. If she would just talk to him.
“Gerry, you good?”
Sean’s voice snaps Gerard out of his thoughts. He turns and looks at his brother, dressed in a grey suit, casually holding a hard seltzer can.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he lied. Sean raised an eyebrow.
“Are you reading the Twitter comments again?”
Gerard didn’t say anything. Sean rolled his eyes.
“C’mon man, who cares if you won your first match or not?”
“I fucking do!” Gerard snapped at his brother. Sean went silent.
“I care because I give a shit about this,” Gerry continued with a grimace on his face, “This is what I’m passionate about. Wrestling. If I can’t cut it anymore, if I can’t win, then what’s the point?”
The question hung in the air as the limo slowly rolled through the stop-and-start traffic of LA. The brothers sat in silence for a few moments before Sean took another sip of his seltzer before belching.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, bro. It was your first match in like a year. Not like you lost.”
That wasn’t what Gerry wanted to hear but he knew his brother was just trying to help. He forced a smile.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
This seemed to satisfy Sean who smiled.
“Plus you said you advanced in the tournament anyway. The end goal is the United States title, right?”
“Right.”
“And who are you facing this week?” Sean asks taking another swig of the can.
“Odin Balfore in a hardcore match.”
Sean makes a face.
“The big, old, guy that chokeslammed the fuck outta that guy through a table?”
“Yes.”
“In a hardcore match?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s probably going to kill you.”
“You don’t think I can beat him?” Gerry asks his brother, twisting his face up. Sean just raises his hands.
“I’m just saying. The guy looks like he’s diesel-powered.”
“I’ve beaten guys just as big before!”
“Yeah, but this is a hardcore match.”
“You don’t think I can use weapons?!”
“You could,” Sean says between sips from his can, “But I imagine it would be like smacking the side of a battleship with a wiffleball bat. You might just get crushed.”
Sean put emphasis on the last word by crushing the can in his hand. Gerard shakes his head.
“Some brother you are!”
“Just keeping it real,” Sean says as he shrugs, “But let’s talk about tonight because we are getting laid!”
Sean throws an arm up for a high five but Gerard leaves him hanging as he scoffs.
“And what makes you so sure?”
Sean gives Gerard a look like he’s crazy.
“Two good-looking brothers. One’s super famous, the other has eight-hundred and twenty-two followers on TikTok. How can we not?”
“Well, you talking about your TikTok followers for one.”
Sean doesn’t seem to hear as he’s fumbling around in his jacket pocket. He smiles as he pulls out a condom and a bottle of hot sauce.
“What is that for?” Gerry asks, not really wanting to know the answer.
“So no hoes try to get pregnant off our shit. It’s okay, Drake did it.”
“I can’t fucking stand you.”
The limo pulls up in front of club Valhalla, the line to get into the hot new club is down the block. The door pops out and Gerard steps out, fixing his suit jacket as he heads towards the door, his bother following. They skip the line and Gerard gives the bouncer his name, who quickly lets them in. The music is pumping and it’s full of beautiful people. The owner immediately comes over to shake Gerard’s hand and points over to the VIP section set up for him. Gerry thanks him and heads over towards the area when he bumps into his friend Odell Beckham Jr. Gerry and the former All-Pro exchange a quick hand clasp combo.
“When you find them, bring AD and the boys over to VIP. We got bottles and I’m going to find girls.”
OBJ nods and they part ways, Gerry and Sean heading up to the VIP section. The brothers take their seats and while Sean immediately starts pouring himself a vodka, Gerry is scanning the club. He spots a group of Instagram model-looking women and Gerry smirks. He calls one of the security guards over and whispers to him. Security walks over to the women and points back at Gerard who smiles and gives a little wave. The clout chasers can’t resist a VIP section with a famous actor so they hurry over. A blonde whose strappy lil dress that looks like too hard of a sneeze would cause it to rip off sits down next to Gerard, beaming at him.
“Hi, I’m Alexa.”
“Yes, you are,” Gerry says with a smirk.
Next to him, Sean is trying to flirt with an attractive redhead.
“So yeah I’m doing the influencer thing too. I have like hundreds of followers on TikTok.”
The redhead’s eyes go wide as she just smiles and nods, obviously wishing she sat next to the actor. But Sean’s chances are immediately dashed when the group of Los Angeles Rams shows up to come sit with them. With the attention being absorbed by his brother and the professional athletes, Sean crosses his arms, muttering about hot sauce.
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A fuckin’ time limit draw.
Time ran out before I could put B-List Sammy down and I can hear the fucking snickering already.
Let me tell all of you something that’s a fact, not an excuse. Last Monday was my first match in nearly ten months. I’ve had zero matches since last March. And while he might be an utter dickhead, Kidsgrove is fucking good and hasn’t had any recent time off that I know of.
He still couldn’t beat me.
What does that say for the rest of you as I work off this ring rust off week after week? Unless you’re betting the farm on The Hollywood Hero, it’s not a good thing. This brings me to my opponent for this round of the tournament.
Odin Balfore.
Big, strong, nasty.
At least that’s what everyone else sees.
What I see is a big, old, bitch trying to stay relevant.
“Oh, you shouldn’t say that to veterans in a company when you're a newcomer. Stay humble. Show respect. Blah fucking blah.”
I haven’t got one ounce of respect from anyone on this god damned roster since I've been here. Sam Kidsgrove told me to be humble and had his bimbo idiot of a girlfriend tell a made-up story about me.
Big Odie here cut a whole ass promo staring in a mirror like he was trying to summon the Candyman and didn’t mention me once.
Do you know why?
Because they are afraid. The winds of change are blowing through Action Wrestling. These men, among others, know it’s a dawn of a new era. The era of Angelo. And they fear for their spots on the card. Sammy took the route of trying to cut me down and Odin dared not mention me at all. I’ve been here three weeks and already I have grown men shaking in their boots. I’m not going for your spots. I’m going for the spot. The best in the business.
But back to Old Man Odie.
Yeah, you’re big, you’re strong. A mountain of a man.
But I’ve climbed mountains before. I’ve taken down monsters, and I’ve slain giants. This will be nothing you. I could be cliche and call myself David, but this is going to be much bigger than that.
This is going to be Ragnarok.
And I’m Fenrir.
I’m going to walk into Clash, into the Toyota Center, into your hometown, and devour you.
This isn’t a story about you, Odin. This isn’t about you keeping yourself relevant by moving on in the tournament.
This is about me. The star of the show. The new face of the company. This is the story of me putting you out to pasture and moving one step closer to becoming the United States Champion.
Talk all your want about cursed idols, but the only curse here is you having to face this idol in a hardcore match.
Might as well call me James Bond because that gives me a license to kill. I don’t care if I have to cripple you, maim you, or burn Houston to the ground to do it, I will walk out of Clash the winner.
After, you can go back to playing shuffleboard and babbling incoherent nonsense, stuff more your speed, big guy.
It’s the Era of Angelo now.
Learn to love it.
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The sounds and lights of Los Angeles cut through the darkness of warm night. Gerard stood on the balcony of his hotel room, face illuminated by the blue glow of his iPhone. Alexa, the blonde, was asleep in his bed. Gerard was smoking a cigarette he stole from a pack in her bag, the smoke lazily swirling up into the air.
Why won’t she answer?
He stared at his phone, wondering if she saw any of his messages, but she didn’t have read receipts on. He just wanted to talk to her, needed to talk to her, just to get his head straight.
Of course, she wouldn’t answer him. The last time they saw each other it was some of the most traumatic things either of them had gone through in their long, winding, relationship. Hell, Gerry didn’t even know how real any of it was. C’mon, Kara, give me anything, even if it’s just to tell me to fuck off.
“Are you coming back to bed?” He was asked as a set of feminine arms wrapped around his bare midsection.
Gerard turned around coming face to face with the redhead. He clicked his phone locked and smiled down at her. What was her name? Tiffany? Beth?
“Hannah,” she replied as if reading his mind. He just chuckled.
“I’ll be in in a minute.”
She smiled and turned around to head back in before Gerard gave her well-sculpted, thong-clad, ass a smack. She gave him a wry smile as she walked away and Gerard turned as he looked out over the city, taking another drag from the cigarette. Life isn’t always what it seems. He flicked the cigarette into the darkness of the night, the ember flicking until it was gone.
