Mindless, Boring, Gettin'-to-know-you chitchat (Shared)
Sept 3, 2022 16:36:48 GMT -5
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Post by Alice Gemini on Sept 3, 2022 16:36:48 GMT -5
The restaurant was unnaturally quiet for that time of night. That was by design though. Gerard sat at a table in the back, away from windows, with his back against the wall. Although he was dressed in one of his best suits, he looked like hell. His beard was longer than he allowed it to be and heavy bags lay under eyes that occasionally darted around the room. Gerry had rented out this restaurant for the upcoming meeting. After what happened at Uprising, he wanted a neutral territory between them. He still had no idea who sent the clown after him and he wouldn’t get caught lacking twice. His hand clenched tighter around the glass of scotch before he brought it to his lips. The rest of the liquor sat in the Glenfiddich bottle next to a second glass. Gerard’s eyes darted up, peering over the rim of his glass as he watched his guest being escorted in by one of the security detail he hired. He lowered the glass and forced an award-winning smile, standing up. “Thank you for coming on such short notice,” he gestured to the seat across from him, “Please have a seat.” Alice slides into the seat across from him and flashes him a small smile with minimal eye contact. She wears one of her best black dresses and her makeup and hair is on point for the meeting. "It's nice to finally meet you, Gerard. I'm hoping I can assist in disposing of at least two of the clowns messing with you." She chuckles to herself and pulls her purse closer to her side and starts digging through it. She pulls out a joint she had pre-rolled and starts lighting up and takes no time to take a hit from it, blowing the smoke to her side so not to blow it in Gerard's face. She leans back in her seat after the hit and gets more comfortable. Gerry's face flickers a moment when she mentions clowns but he keeps his smile plastered on his face. He grabs the bottle of scotch before pouring a fifth into the empty glass. Gerard pushes the glass towards Alice before sitting back down. "You'll like it. It's expensive and I can't drink the whole thing by myself." Gerard grabs his own glass and leans back in his chair. "It seems that we both have a common enemy in our opposition this week. The enemy of my enemy, no?" She picks up the glass with the same hand she holds the joint and takes a sip and clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth and throws up the sign of "okay" with her other hand. "Anyone who considers Jill Park an enemy is already my friend, my man. As long as we hurt her very badly and remind her what defeat is like then I will be a very happy girl, Gerard." She leans forward, leaning on the table now looking right at his smile and takes a much larger sip from the glass. She put it back down on the table and holds her joint in front of him. "Wanna hit? Looks like you could use it." She tries staring through him and smirks, still holding the joint in between her fingers in front of her. "I've had a long week." He sighs and takes the joint from her. "Team building, right?" Gerard takes a hit before handing it back to her, blowing it out his nose before giving a small cough. "Jill needs to be reminded that not too long ago she was being compared to some of the greatest sports busts of all time. She was Action Wrestling's JaMarcus Russell. Lazy, not wanting to put in the work. Thinking that her raw talent, while it being abundant, was enough to propel her to the top of the company. A few, admittedly impressive, weeks doesn't erase a years worth of coming up short." He took a sip from his glass. "But I couldn't think of a better partner to take on Jillybean and her psychotic side-kick this week. Alice Gemini. Pure Cup winner. Former Women's Champion. I've watched you carve your path though Action Wrestling from afar and it has been impressive. Especially when you exposed that spoiled brat Serenity for what she is. And that's why I called this summit. Affulenza may be loosely called a team at this point but they still have more experience together than we do. Despite my admiration for you, we need to make sure we are on the exact same page." Alice smiles widely as he finishes talking. She takes another hit of her joint, points her face straight up and blows the smoke in the air. Week after week and win after win Jill Park keeps getting away with it. She keeps getting away with winning and it’s only after she says the same thing every single time. How the same speech about how this means everything to her and it doesn’t mean as much to her opponent. She’s a reality star and it shows when she talks and at a certain point there will come a time when true reality shows it’s ugly face to her and then she’ll realize just how ugly she is inside and out. She’s just reached the peak of her career and everyone else can only sit back and be envious. It’s the truth, we’d all be open liars if we said we didn’t want to be in her position. That includes Regan Vorhees, Duchess of pigs and Queen of the back seat. We’ve all seen who Regan is and if you think we believe for even a second that she isn’t almost uncontrollably jealous of her friend then I don’t know what to tell you. Jill’s using Regan as a weapon rather than a friend and partner and that’s plain to see. I boast about how I’m so good at manipulating and getting under people’s skin but I’ll admit Jill is the best at it. She’s not under my skin but she’s under Regan's. She’s not manipulating and pulling the strings of me or any other opponent, she’s controlling Regan like a fucking puppet and it’s almost as if she doesn’t care. Why wouldn’t Regan want a piece of the pie? Jill has 2 titles and the briefcase you’re telling me that Regan is content with just shadowing Jill the entire time? Fuck that, Jill has made Regan her bitch. I didn’t know that someone so violent, toxic, and self-assured could be put on a leash. It’s honestly sad to see because in a perfect Affluenza world they’d be dominating together and not the reality star calling all the shots where the one who gets real blood on her hands is stuck in the shadows and doing the bidding of the lesser star. Don’t get me wrong, fuck Regan Vorhees and her constant lingering scent of pigs but I hate to see someone who could be so much more be manipulated so easily into being less. Regan, you’re a fucking pathetic loser who has nothing but her hick farm and you’ll always be that way as long as you stick around Jill. Do yourself a favor and hit Jill in the face with a chair. You know that’s what you NEED to do. If there was anyone in all of AW that desperately needed the pain and agony of a chair shot straight to the face, it’s Jill. She lives in her ever constant state of delusion surrounded by people who put her before themselves. Where money is the only driving factor in their lives and she’s that cow they keep milking to keep the money flowing. Lastly and simply just fake personalities that keep her happy and content with her life so that she doesn’t start crying and complaining nonstop. Jill is the worst champion and representation of this company imaginable and I cannot sit idly by and watch her continue this fluke run. Her mouthing off about her being the best and how 2022 is her year is disgusting to me and nothing she has done has warranted this amount of continued success. You don’t deserve this success, Jill. I DO, It should’ve always been me, NOT YOU. I really hate Jill Park I hate how she paints this picture of herself that everyone is out to bastardize her. I hate how she truly believes that she started from the bottom and scratched and clawed her way to get to where she is. I hate how she claims every single fucking time that a match means everything to her even though she couldn’t give a fuck. She’ll just get another shot because I’m sure her mommy and daddy are feeding AW money under the table to keep little Jilly fed and happy. You have always gotten what you want, and I dare you to stand there and lie to my face and say you haven’t. I promise you that you are just another cunt that is flying far too close to the sun and you will fall and burn up leaving a perfect scorch mark in the hallways of AW history. My man here, Gerard Angelo will stop you dead in your tracks if you even consider cashing in on him. He already has one clown to deal with and he’ll dispose of that one just as easily as you, the true clown. Once you’ve failed with that briefcase you can be sure that I’ll be right there awaiting my redemption arc to begin and I’ll be taking that Women's title right back along with the US title as it was always meant to be. You’re a fluke and in time, that’ll be proven true. You’ll lose everything. The All-In briefcase The US Title The Women’s Title And Regan Vorhees. Note, I said them in the order in which they mean the most to you. Let’s not forget the friction here that the two of you had just a couple months ago now. You’re both really gonna pretend and act as if everything is fine? Maybe in Jill’s delusional mind. Open your stupid fucking eyes Regan and see she doesn’t care about you at all. If she loses you, then she loses the foundation to her success because then she’s alone and I think that scares her more than anything. You could even take one or even both of those championships for yourself. Why don’t you? Why do you keep licking her feet? You could be the Duchess of Slaughter but you simply refuse to become a greater version of yourself for the sake of Jill remaining at the top. I know it’ll be difficult but stop being a dumb bitch for just once and look at who you stand behind very closely. For me? It’s simply another Monday night. I’m sure you’re riding high heading into this week. I don’t have to prove shit in this match. I just want to win, straight up. You though, Jill? You have to keep winning every match because one loss and your credibility drops a ways doesn’t it? You have to keep proving that you deserve all that hardware and that’s going to be a lot to handle against The World Champ and The Brutal Bitch. Get fucked, Jill, watch your face. "They barely do though, don't you see? They're a 'tag team' sure but are they really? Jill's been using Regan for a while now and I don't think she sees their partnership as a friendship anymore. Jill very likely wanted Regan in that ladder match specifically to take me out and lo and behold, she did. Regan's a dog and Jill is her master. We can use this to our advantage. We create friction between them and suddenly we're on a level playing field. See what I'm saying?" She leans back in her chair with the glass in hand and throws it back, finishing it off and placing it back down in front of her. "Without Regan, she isn't a threat to you or your championship." "Glad to see we are on the same page, Alice." He smiles and folds his hands together leaning over the table. "Regan can't be happy about the turn of events. Her and Jill's little affiliation began as a way for Regan to win the World title and keep her champion. That failed and they moved on to trying to secure tag gold which they also missed. Seeing Jill grab so much success in a short time must eating away at her. How could it not? Regan almost clean swept awards season last year. Rookie of the year and wrestler of the year. She was primed for a breakout this year, the type of one all of us in this match aside from her have had. The power dynamic between them has shifted abruptly." Gerry grabs the Glenfiddich and pours Alice another glass. Without hesitation Alice picks up the glass and takes another sip. "Precisely. See, this is why you're champion and she's not. You understand that power like she has currently can only get you so far and this miracle run she's on right now is going to dramatically explode in her face. Like fireworks, we're all going to be able to sit back and enjoy her come back down to earth because her wings got a tad too hot for her." Alice takes one more hit from her joint then stubs it out on the table. "To see that though we have to put down her dog and I have the perfect euthanasia for that. A nice beautiful steel chair right to her face might just rattle something into place and she'll realize the truth behind their 'friendship'. If not, then I'll just send her back to her farm without a face. At least that way she'll realize Jill truly doesn't care when she never visits her." She laughs and puts back another large sip from the glass. She bites her bottom lip as she looks down at the glass thinking about ripping Regan's face off. Gerard's lips curl into a smirk. "For me, it's not about a win or a loss this week. It's about sending a message. Letting everyone know who not to cross. Make Jill Park think twice when her finger gets itchy to pull that trigger. Make Regan Voorhees regret her decision to attack you with that chair." He idly swirls the scotch in his glass. "What I need to know is if you'll have my back on Clash as I will have yours in our match. Whether it's Regan or Jill or... someone else?" She redirects her gaze back to Gerard without moving her head and she scoffs before finishing off the rest of her drink. "Mr. Angelo, let me tell you this right now. I fucking hate clowns. They think they're hilarious and doing something positive where in reality they're just annoying and creeping people out. You have my word that the two clowns that we're facing are gonna feel pain one way or another and if a third just happens to appear... then I'll find satisfaction in taking them out for you. So, don't worry your pretty little head alright?" Alice slides the glass back over to his side of the table and gives him a subtle wink and smirk. "I got your back as long as you got mine, hun." His smirk widens into a grin. He poured her a third glass. "That's all I needed to know. When you're in the position that I'm in, it's hard to find people to trust." Gerard lifts his glass. "The enemy of my enemies is my friend." She lifts her glass wildly in the air with a small amount of the Glenfiddich spilling out onto the table. "The enemy of my enemies is my friend!" She downs the entire glass in one gulp and places the glass back onto the table. "That one was for your lasting reign as champion to never end by the hands of Jill Park or any other motherfucker like her!" She exhales deeply with a smile on her face which is directed towards Gerard. "Getting home is gonna be a fucking blast." Alice openly laughs and then begins to slide out of the booth and stumbles slightly. "We're gonna win and we're gonna make sure that by the end of that night we're the only two standing tall and everyone else lies unconscious around our feet. With that, you have my word!" Gerard nimbly gets to his feet and grabs her arm as she stumbles. "I'll have my driver take you home or where ever you'd like. We need you in one piece for Clash. Consider it me having your back." Alice smiles drunkenly at him and takes the arm of his driver as he escorts her out of the restaurant. Before they go through the entrance Alice turns around and looks back at Gerard. "Hey, Let's show those bitches who the fuck we are." She winks at him one more time before exiting the scene. I’m gonna get right into it because I didn’t have a very good week. Despite retaining my title in true champion fashion against everyone’s favorite girl, Lissie Hope, I nearly had everything I worked so hard for ruined by the machinations of a deranged carney. I was just sitting there, enjoying watching most of the people I hate trying to maim each other with ladders when the lights went out and I was jumped from behind by that weirdo Bozo. But I’ll deal with that sad imitation of Heath Ledger when the time comes. And whoever sicked their rabid dog on me. I guess congratulations are in order for you, Jillybean. Winning really is the great deodorizer. It made everyone forget that before the last few weeks you were the poster child for wasted potential. Everyone else may have forgotten but I haven’t Jill. You might’ve won some people over with your, admittedly historic, past two months but I still remember when your biggest accomplishment was naming your ankle lock. But you got your second chances and you knocked them all out of the fucking park, pun intended. Good thing Action Wrestling was patient with you, like a baseball GM with a pitcher that can hit 103 on the gun despite the fact he can’t get it over the plate. That’s the difference between you and me. You got to make your mistakes and still got more opportunities to shine. I never needed a second chance. Every opportunity I’ve gotten I nailed. I came in nine months ago and I’ve been damn near perfect. You may be the flavor of the month but I’m still the fucking guy around here. Yet I’m sure you think because you hold that precious contract in your weird little hands that it’s just a foregone conclusion that you will be the one that burns my empire to the ground. That you will take what is mine by divine right? If you call your shot, you better not miss. Because I will put you down for good. You still look up at me, Park. I sit on the top of the mountain like Zeus, looking down on everything and everyone. I earned that right because I am what you still aspire to be. The champion of the world. Regan, it must tear you up inside like an Impossible Whopper to see Jill achieve everything that was meant for you this year. I mean you were supposed to be the breakout star of twenty-two, right? You damn near won every year-end award. Deep run in the wrestler of the year tournament. All the writing was on the wall. The sophomore slump is a bitch, eh? You sit here now as the forgotten member of Affluenza. I’m sure your answer to that would be some pork-themed anecdote that is as forgettable as your short main event run earlier this year. You’ve grown soft, Regan. You’re not the same sadistic sociopath. It seems you grew complacent. More human even. You’ve lost your edge. The old Regan wouldn’t have let anything Jill has done slide. She probably would’ve attempted to cripple Jill before she overshadowed her. That was a person to fear. The one that tried to murder Addy A, not this Scary Movie franchise version of yourself. You got turned into Jillybean’s Robin seemingly overnight. Remember when you formed your little tag team, it was supposed to be for you to become World champ. Now, look at you. Being treated like a pauper while your “partner” gets the princess treatment. Why weren’t you in Glory when Jill was? You have more big victories to your name than she does. You were the first person to pin Serenity Holmes when she was Women’s champ. Why weren’t you handed a Women’s title shot like Jill? To cap it all off you had to earn your way into All-In while Jill was just handed the opportunity. Me personally, I wouldn’t let that slide. Know your worth Regan. |
