Post by Gerard Angelo on Mar 27, 2022 2:46:14 GMT -5
“So you’re telling me some random guy just showed up and said your mom was murdered?”
Deon Jones sits in his office chair as he talks on FaceTime with his client. Gerard just nods to him through the phone, sipping on a glass of scotch.
“It was the weirdest fucking thing man. Like I should’ve just told him to fuck off but some of the shit he was saying just sounded right. I dunno.”
Deon just nods his head.
“You want me to look into it?”
“Yeah please. I just got so much shit to do over here. Trying to find a gym in North Dakota is like trying to find an attractive girl in North Dakota.”
Deon laughs a bit.
“Alright, I’ll look. I doubt there will be anything though.”
“Yeah, well I appreciate it. I gotta go though, I have to discuss strategy with Holden and Joey.”
“Alright.”
“Peace bro, love ya.”
Gerry hangs up and Deon sets his phone down, sitting there with his hands clasped under his chin. He picks up his phone and the typing sound out as he writes a text.
I think we may have a problem.
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Most of what I did on Clash was just business.
That’s why I’m not going to apologize. Tatiana should know how this business works by now. She’s only been toiling away at it for nearly three decades. And if I can pass a lesson onto young Cassidy, I’m doing my “veteran duty”.
TJ, you’re alright. Never had a problem with you. We both think Odin is a piece of trash so we have that in common. We’re also both veterans of the sport. I’m quite a bit more successful than you, but we both have been in this for years. You’re friends with Holden too. You’re just a victim of being in the wrong place at the right time.
But you get to be in the ring with the biggest star in the industry. The Living Legend himself. Millions and millions of eyes will be on you for the first time taking you seriously. You’re welcome. Maybe if you impress this week, guys like Dandy won’t just fucking laugh off your challenges like you're on the screen talking about Bigfoot.
Let me ask you though, did you seriously expect him to accept? Or did you strategically throw out a challenge that you knew wouldn’t be taken seriously so you could continue bitching and moaning? Not that I’m judging, any press is good press. Word of advice though.
Get a fucking personality beyond being Canadian. I get it, Canada’s awesome. You guys have healthcare and maple syrup. But a little variety would be nice.
Cassidy Adler. You were a victim of circumstance. The superkick was more of a “how you doing” than an attack. I actually don’t mind you all that much because you’re honest about being a scumbag unlike a certain someone in this match. You got all the tools, kid. You got a good look. You could be decent in the ring if you applied yourself. You got that cutthroat attitude that takes you far in this selfish fucking business.
You’re like the Deshaun Watson of professional wrestling. Not because you’re young and talented, but because twenty-two women came forward and said you DMed them on Instagram asking for a dick massage. Let me give you a little veteran advice, Cass. Say “Thank you for kicking me in the face, sir” and move the fuck on. While you have all the potential in the world that’s in the future, kid. I’m still the goddamn standard in this industry. You’ve had a modicum of success but your biggest claim to fame is giving Lissie Hope a few decent pumps before nutting prematurely. I’m the goddamn US champion.
You’re a fucking nobody.
Step to me and I’ll slap the fuck outta you like your daddy should’ve twenty years ago.
And that brings me to the man the should’ve been caned as a child instead of doing terrible movies. Hi Sammy Kidsgrove. Remember me? The guy who walked in here with ring rust and still took you, an active competitor, to the fucking limit? The guy that fucking broke you?
I’m sure you’re wondering why I even attacked you last week. Pretty simple. I don’t fucking like you. You walk around here like your a paragon of virtue when you’re one of the biggest pieces of shit I’ve ever seen. You’re a scumbag that doesn’t think he’s a scumbag. You walk around here like a smug fuck and get mad when people don’t worship the ground you walk on. I’m a fucking asshole but at least I’m honest about it. You like to pretend you’re this big hero when you’re no better than I am. The only thing that redeems you a little bit is Zooey but she’s a fucking twat for letting you get away with your bullshit for this long.
Not to mention you made some fucking shit up about me to get me canceled when I first got here because you were fucking threatened by my mere presence. LAnd you were right to be. Look at me. Three months in and I’m already the United States champion. Already a more popular star than you. I’m main eventing Clash and wrestling in meaningful Pay-Per-View matches. You’re at the bottom of the card getting tossed into bullshit matches because management said “fuck it we’re paying this asshole anyway”.
You’re the only blemish on my record here. It eats away at me in the back of my mind that our first match ended in a draw. Because I’m better than you. I rectify that this week.
A hodgepodge team of wrestlers versus a team consisting of a Living Legend and two weapons of mass destruction that are a unit. Gee, I wonder who’s going to win?
I’ll save your pathetic collective brainpower the headache. It’s my team.
As I said, it’s just a matter of business.
Deon Jones sits in his office chair as he talks on FaceTime with his client. Gerard just nods to him through the phone, sipping on a glass of scotch.
“It was the weirdest fucking thing man. Like I should’ve just told him to fuck off but some of the shit he was saying just sounded right. I dunno.”
Deon just nods his head.
“You want me to look into it?”
“Yeah please. I just got so much shit to do over here. Trying to find a gym in North Dakota is like trying to find an attractive girl in North Dakota.”
Deon laughs a bit.
“Alright, I’ll look. I doubt there will be anything though.”
“Yeah, well I appreciate it. I gotta go though, I have to discuss strategy with Holden and Joey.”
“Alright.”
“Peace bro, love ya.”
Gerry hangs up and Deon sets his phone down, sitting there with his hands clasped under his chin. He picks up his phone and the typing sound out as he writes a text.
I think we may have a problem.
=====
Most of what I did on Clash was just business.
That’s why I’m not going to apologize. Tatiana should know how this business works by now. She’s only been toiling away at it for nearly three decades. And if I can pass a lesson onto young Cassidy, I’m doing my “veteran duty”.
TJ, you’re alright. Never had a problem with you. We both think Odin is a piece of trash so we have that in common. We’re also both veterans of the sport. I’m quite a bit more successful than you, but we both have been in this for years. You’re friends with Holden too. You’re just a victim of being in the wrong place at the right time.
But you get to be in the ring with the biggest star in the industry. The Living Legend himself. Millions and millions of eyes will be on you for the first time taking you seriously. You’re welcome. Maybe if you impress this week, guys like Dandy won’t just fucking laugh off your challenges like you're on the screen talking about Bigfoot.
Let me ask you though, did you seriously expect him to accept? Or did you strategically throw out a challenge that you knew wouldn’t be taken seriously so you could continue bitching and moaning? Not that I’m judging, any press is good press. Word of advice though.
Get a fucking personality beyond being Canadian. I get it, Canada’s awesome. You guys have healthcare and maple syrup. But a little variety would be nice.
Cassidy Adler. You were a victim of circumstance. The superkick was more of a “how you doing” than an attack. I actually don’t mind you all that much because you’re honest about being a scumbag unlike a certain someone in this match. You got all the tools, kid. You got a good look. You could be decent in the ring if you applied yourself. You got that cutthroat attitude that takes you far in this selfish fucking business.
You’re like the Deshaun Watson of professional wrestling. Not because you’re young and talented, but because twenty-two women came forward and said you DMed them on Instagram asking for a dick massage. Let me give you a little veteran advice, Cass. Say “Thank you for kicking me in the face, sir” and move the fuck on. While you have all the potential in the world that’s in the future, kid. I’m still the goddamn standard in this industry. You’ve had a modicum of success but your biggest claim to fame is giving Lissie Hope a few decent pumps before nutting prematurely. I’m the goddamn US champion.
You’re a fucking nobody.
Step to me and I’ll slap the fuck outta you like your daddy should’ve twenty years ago.
And that brings me to the man the should’ve been caned as a child instead of doing terrible movies. Hi Sammy Kidsgrove. Remember me? The guy who walked in here with ring rust and still took you, an active competitor, to the fucking limit? The guy that fucking broke you?
I’m sure you’re wondering why I even attacked you last week. Pretty simple. I don’t fucking like you. You walk around here like your a paragon of virtue when you’re one of the biggest pieces of shit I’ve ever seen. You’re a scumbag that doesn’t think he’s a scumbag. You walk around here like a smug fuck and get mad when people don’t worship the ground you walk on. I’m a fucking asshole but at least I’m honest about it. You like to pretend you’re this big hero when you’re no better than I am. The only thing that redeems you a little bit is Zooey but she’s a fucking twat for letting you get away with your bullshit for this long.
Not to mention you made some fucking shit up about me to get me canceled when I first got here because you were fucking threatened by my mere presence. LAnd you were right to be. Look at me. Three months in and I’m already the United States champion. Already a more popular star than you. I’m main eventing Clash and wrestling in meaningful Pay-Per-View matches. You’re at the bottom of the card getting tossed into bullshit matches because management said “fuck it we’re paying this asshole anyway”.
You’re the only blemish on my record here. It eats away at me in the back of my mind that our first match ended in a draw. Because I’m better than you. I rectify that this week.
A hodgepodge team of wrestlers versus a team consisting of a Living Legend and two weapons of mass destruction that are a unit. Gee, I wonder who’s going to win?
I’ll save your pathetic collective brainpower the headache. It’s my team.
As I said, it’s just a matter of business.