Post by Gerard Angelo on Mar 5, 2022 3:45:40 GMT -5
The boy ran down the hallway like he had done millions of times before. It was longer this time, almost endless, as he ran with all the strength his little legs could muster. He could feel what was chasing him getting closer and closer, feeling its breath on the back of his neck. The boy heard his hunter growl, nearly in his ear, but he managed to reach the door and threw it open. The boy threw his arms around the legs of a woman standing in a kitchen, squeezing with a death grip. She reaches down and tussles his hair.
“My beautiful boy,” The woman says lovingly, as the boy looks up at her. Her face is shrouded in darkness.
Suddenly, smoke fills the kitchen, starting as wisps but growling into thick clouds as flames consume the cabinets and kitchen table. The boy squeezes his mother again but she has turned to smoke in his arms, his small hands grasping futility at the smoke. The flames consume everything and take the form of a great, fiery, bird. It stares down at the boy, who turns to run, but the great predator swoops down and swallows the boy in its fiery maw.
Gerard snaps awake, his eyes frantically moving around the darkened hotel room. He groans when he realizes it was just a dream and pushes himself off the floor into a standing position. The dreams were happening more frequently now, nearly every night. They had started around Revolution and had just grown in intensity since then.
Gerry stumbled in the dark over to the desk in the room, leaning on it. He fumbled with the switch for the desk light and turned it on, squinting as it illuminated the area. After his eyes adjusted, Gerard looked down at the mirror on the table. He had taken it off the wall the night before and it was coated with powdered remnants of drugs. Gerry had been self-medicating, let’s say, to escape the dreams. It worked for a bit initially, but now it seems either putting himself in an opioid coma or nose-candy-induced insomnia was insufficient.
Gerard rubbed his fingers across the mirror a few times, moving the residue away as he looks down at his reflection. His eyes are bloodshot and the bags under them look like they’re overfilled. Gerry ran a hand over his face. He’s come a long way from a fresh-faced kid calling himself the Future. He had more lines on his face and scars collected over the years. He had more grey hairs than he liked to admit. The years were accumulating quickly even though he was in his prime. Gerry pushed the mirror away in disgust and went to the bathroom. He turned the faucet on and splashed some cold water on his face.
He exited the bathroom, rubbing water out of his eyes when he heard his text message tone. Gerard went over to the nightstand and lifted his phone. It was a text from Deon. It just said John Blade. Gerry rolled his eyes. He didn’t expect the week off but he didn't expect John Blade. How many times does management want him to be embarrassed, he thought to himself.
It didn’t matter. John Blade was just a slight detour on his way to his Fair and Honest, rematch for the US title as Battlebowl. He smirked to himself.
He didn’t expect that line to work but it must have struck a chord with management. They always like everything wrapped up in a bow. It’s much easier to give the squeaky wheel the oil than worry about something down the road for these corporate giants like Action Wrestling.
Gerard didn’t care. It would all be worth it when he finally rips the United States title away from CJ. Everything that he had gone through in the last two years. All the mishaps with the last company he was in. Dealing with his father. The mishaps in his personal life. Gerard wanted to prove to every single person that he is the star that will carry this business on his shoulders into a new era. That Action Wrestling should back him as the face of the company. And the United States Championship was the vehicle to do just that.
The time of change was nigh. Gerard had his rematch and his associates, Grindhouse, had their Tag Title Unification match. Everything was falling into place, and John Blade will be the first piece to fall.
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Score one for the good guy.
I finally have my #FairAndHonest rematch for the United States title. CJ thought he could keep avoiding me forever. Thought he could use my name to springboard himself into the main event.
Uhuh.
I will see you in Tacoma, CJ. Finally.
But this week I have Mister Make-A-Wish himself, John Blade. We’re you mad that I called you out for getting a title shot before me? Or is it management that doesn’t like to be questioned, so they’re sending you after me to rough up the squeaky wheel? Doesn’t matter. I already embarrassed you at Friday Night Slam last month. Do I really need to do it again this week?
I hear that your contract is up the day after Evolution. Allow me to expedite the process this week by slapping seven shades of shit out of you. What do you even do here besides spewing the same motivational garbage every time you show up on the screen? Only to subsequently lose over and over.
I am tired of it. I am coming to Clash to put you down. I’m going to send a message. To the fans, to management, to the boy and girls in the back, and to CJ Phoenix. I am a dangerous man, and you’re going to be my messenger. Your time is up.
Gerard Angelo is undefeated in Action Wrestling when everything is fair and honest. I continue it this week.
Learn to love it.
“My beautiful boy,” The woman says lovingly, as the boy looks up at her. Her face is shrouded in darkness.
Suddenly, smoke fills the kitchen, starting as wisps but growling into thick clouds as flames consume the cabinets and kitchen table. The boy squeezes his mother again but she has turned to smoke in his arms, his small hands grasping futility at the smoke. The flames consume everything and take the form of a great, fiery, bird. It stares down at the boy, who turns to run, but the great predator swoops down and swallows the boy in its fiery maw.
Gerard snaps awake, his eyes frantically moving around the darkened hotel room. He groans when he realizes it was just a dream and pushes himself off the floor into a standing position. The dreams were happening more frequently now, nearly every night. They had started around Revolution and had just grown in intensity since then.
Gerry stumbled in the dark over to the desk in the room, leaning on it. He fumbled with the switch for the desk light and turned it on, squinting as it illuminated the area. After his eyes adjusted, Gerard looked down at the mirror on the table. He had taken it off the wall the night before and it was coated with powdered remnants of drugs. Gerry had been self-medicating, let’s say, to escape the dreams. It worked for a bit initially, but now it seems either putting himself in an opioid coma or nose-candy-induced insomnia was insufficient.
Gerard rubbed his fingers across the mirror a few times, moving the residue away as he looks down at his reflection. His eyes are bloodshot and the bags under them look like they’re overfilled. Gerry ran a hand over his face. He’s come a long way from a fresh-faced kid calling himself the Future. He had more lines on his face and scars collected over the years. He had more grey hairs than he liked to admit. The years were accumulating quickly even though he was in his prime. Gerry pushed the mirror away in disgust and went to the bathroom. He turned the faucet on and splashed some cold water on his face.
He exited the bathroom, rubbing water out of his eyes when he heard his text message tone. Gerard went over to the nightstand and lifted his phone. It was a text from Deon. It just said John Blade. Gerry rolled his eyes. He didn’t expect the week off but he didn't expect John Blade. How many times does management want him to be embarrassed, he thought to himself.
It didn’t matter. John Blade was just a slight detour on his way to his Fair and Honest, rematch for the US title as Battlebowl. He smirked to himself.
He didn’t expect that line to work but it must have struck a chord with management. They always like everything wrapped up in a bow. It’s much easier to give the squeaky wheel the oil than worry about something down the road for these corporate giants like Action Wrestling.
Gerard didn’t care. It would all be worth it when he finally rips the United States title away from CJ. Everything that he had gone through in the last two years. All the mishaps with the last company he was in. Dealing with his father. The mishaps in his personal life. Gerard wanted to prove to every single person that he is the star that will carry this business on his shoulders into a new era. That Action Wrestling should back him as the face of the company. And the United States Championship was the vehicle to do just that.
The time of change was nigh. Gerard had his rematch and his associates, Grindhouse, had their Tag Title Unification match. Everything was falling into place, and John Blade will be the first piece to fall.
======================
Score one for the good guy.
I finally have my #FairAndHonest rematch for the United States title. CJ thought he could keep avoiding me forever. Thought he could use my name to springboard himself into the main event.
Uhuh.
I will see you in Tacoma, CJ. Finally.
But this week I have Mister Make-A-Wish himself, John Blade. We’re you mad that I called you out for getting a title shot before me? Or is it management that doesn’t like to be questioned, so they’re sending you after me to rough up the squeaky wheel? Doesn’t matter. I already embarrassed you at Friday Night Slam last month. Do I really need to do it again this week?
I hear that your contract is up the day after Evolution. Allow me to expedite the process this week by slapping seven shades of shit out of you. What do you even do here besides spewing the same motivational garbage every time you show up on the screen? Only to subsequently lose over and over.
I am tired of it. I am coming to Clash to put you down. I’m going to send a message. To the fans, to management, to the boy and girls in the back, and to CJ Phoenix. I am a dangerous man, and you’re going to be my messenger. Your time is up.
Gerard Angelo is undefeated in Action Wrestling when everything is fair and honest. I continue it this week.
Learn to love it.