Post by Gerard Angelo on Nov 19, 2023 14:57:38 GMT -5
The rain poured down from the sky as he walked, doing his best to avoid the puddles forming on the uneven city streets. The bright neon signs of the establishments on the street reflected off the wet asphalt. Gerry dodged another puddle and pulled his hood down more over his Yankee hat as he uselessly tried to stop his sunglasses from getting covered with raindrops. He just decided to keep his eyes down as he made his way to his destination. Gerard would’ve driven but both Jimmy and Amelia thought it was best for this meeting to be as incognito as possible. You never knew who was watching or following any of them. Gerard knew they were right, as the element of surprise was key here. It didn’t stop the professional wrestler from grumbling under his breath as he trudged through the rain shower.
He hoped that they would have enough information on the laboratory without the help of G. He was very adamant about not going back to the Phoenix Project. Gerry couldn't blame him though. He couldn't imagine being treated as a science experiment and then discovering you aren't even the person that you think you are. That was some real Stanley Kubrick mind-fuck bullshit. Gerry pulled his phone from his hoodie pocket, double-checking the directions to the meeting spot. He felt the anxiety in the pit of his stomach that formed when Jimmy all but demanded to choose the place to meet. Gerry didn’t like being at a disadvantage around someone as dangerous as Jimmy. He sighed. It was something he would simply have to deal with until they freed his father.
Gerard came to a stop in front of a building and tilted his head up to look. This one wasn’t adorned with neon lights like the other establishments down this street nor a sign anywhere to tell you what it was. Gerry stepped up and twisted the knob of the entrance door, pushing it open. A small bell chimed as he entered and let the door shut behind him. The air inside was warm and heavy with the scent of perfume. He pulled off his sunglasses and stuffed them into his hoodie pocket, letting his eye adjust to the dim lighting. Lanterns glowed softly as Gerard looked around, realizing he was in a tea shop. It was completely empty save for a tiny, old, Japanese man who turned his gaze towards Gerry when he entered, eyeing him over behind thick spectacles.
“Heiten shite imasu,” the shopkeeper said to Gerry curtly. Angelo blinked for a second as it’s been ages since someone spoke to him in Japanese. Not since he went on an excursion in his late teens with Jonathan.
“Oh… um…Koko de tomodachiniau…err… yoteidatta nodesuga,” Gerry replied. The shopkeeper squinted behind his glasses making Gerry wonder if he had the right place. The elder man made his way from behind the counter, waving his hands to shoe the younger man out.
“Hey! Wait,” Gerard exclaimed as the shopkeeper was physically trying to push him back out the front door, “I’m here to meet with Jimmy!”
The old man stopped shoving him and looked up at Gerard.
“Well why didn’t you say so,” the shopkeeper said with an accent before turning and motioning for Gerry to follow him. They made their way to the back of the shop and the elder opened a closet door. Gerard raised an eyebrow as all he saw were jars and boxes of dried tea along with some cleaning supplies. He goes to say something but the shopkeeper enters the closet and heads for the back. He puts his wrinkled, twisted, hands on the wall and slides a panel to the side, revealing a narrow staircase. He motions for Gerard to enter who raises an eyebrow but steps forward. He places one hand above the entrance and crouches down to enter, taking each step one by one as he descends into a cellar. The old boards creak under his weight until he finally steps down on the cement floor.
A few string lights hung from the ceiling to illuminate the basement. He looked to the left and saw a big, round, table, papers and tablets laid out on it. Around the table stood Jimmy and his two massive goons. On the other side stood Amelia.
“Nice of you to show up finally,” Jimmy said, a smoking cigarette clenched between his thin lips. Gerard ignored him and walked straight to Amelia, hugging her.
“Sorry I’m late,” He said before whispering, “I hope you were okay with these three here.”
She broke the hug and smiled up and him,, patting his bicep.
“I’ve dealt with far worse than them, darling,” she said in her posh accent. Gerry was glad she was here. It was nice to have someone on his side, not to mention someone who could handle themselves if things went south. Gerard was drawn from his inner thoughts by the clearing of a throat.
“If you two are done,” Jimmy said, ashing his cigarette on the floor, “we have a break-in to plan.”
Gerard flexed his jaw but walked to the table, looking down at it, trying to see if he could decipher any information. Amelia walked up next to him and pointed a well-manicured finger at the table.
“From what we have deciphered from the information gathered a full frontal assault on the facility would be the wrong move,” she said, glancing up at the Ronin trio, “we don’t have the numbers for a firefight with the Bronze Company.”
“Why was that even an option?” Gerry asked, horrified.
“It was not my idea,” she said, nodding her head towards Jimmy. Gerry turned to look at him and Jimmy just shrugged.
“The easiest way would be to just eliminate everyone there,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders, “Then we move in, grab your dad, and leave.”
“Yeah, but there are innocent people who work there!”
“If everything you said that’s happening there is true, then no one is innocent,” Jimmy waved his hand dismissively. Gerry's face started to turn sour.
“You can’t just be killing random people!”
“My job isn’t to worry about collateral damage,” he said with annoyance in his voice, “my job is to complete the mission you’re paying me for.”
“Exactly! I’m the one paying your ass,” Gerard yelled, pointing a finger at the Ronin, “The mission is to save my father, not cause unnecessary deaths, you fuck.”
“Kono baka,” He snarled in Japanese, “Who is the professional and who’s just the regular man in over his head?”
Gerard started to respond but he felt Amelia’s fingernails dig into his arm. He knew she was telling him to stop without looking at her which he knew was a good idea. He grinded his teeth but still stopped himself.
“Sorry. You’re… right.”
Jimmy gave Gerard a smug smirk before continuing.
“Our initial thought was to go in gun blazing but your friend here suggested that it would bring too much attention to us.”
“Our best bet,” Amelia said, clicking on one of the tablets to bring up an aerial view of the facility, “is to enter on the Eastern side with a small group disguised as scientists. I’ve done the research and over five hundred people are working at the facility currently. We should be able to blend in.”
“So how do we get clearance to move between areas?”
“MI6 has a device that should be able to crack and lock or encryption. Between that and what your clone can remember, we should be able to move through the facility with no problem.”
Gerry nods and looks over at Jimmy.
“It’s not a bad plan,” he concedes. Amelia flashes a grin at the men.
“The best time would be to do this around the holiday. That’s when it should be the least amount of men from the Bronze Company stationed at the facility.”
“And if we run into any issues?”
“That’s where we come in,” Jimmy said, flashing a wicked grin.
“Alright,” Gerry said with a nod, “we should go over the plan step by step.”
“No,” Jimmy said, lighting up another cigarette, “First we talk about payment.”
“You’ll get your payment once my dad is safe.”
“That’s not going to work,” Jimmy said, a cloud of smoke exiting his nostrils, “Payment up front.”
“You’re fucking insane if you think that’s happening.”
“Well, you came to me so you need me more than I need you.”
“You and the rest of your fake samurai dipshits can go fuck…”
“Enough!” Amelia yelled, cutting both of the men off before they could come to blows. She turns to Gerard.
“Gerry, we need them to do this,” she said before turning to Jimmy, “And I know the Ronin find it dishonorable to break a contract once it has been agreed upon. So how about half before and half after?”
Gerry looked at Amelia before looking over at Jimmy. Jimmy shrugged.
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Okay now that you boys are done cock measuring, let’s go over this plan.”
I’ve been waiting for this for a long time now. Since Evolution Five I’ve been waiting for a chance to get you one on one, Tatiana. You’ve been running your fucking mouth for a long time about a lot of people in ADub, including myself. It was funny at first, but then it turned sad. You’ve always been a try-hard, TJ. I remember how hard you tried to be the stand-up, white-meat, hero. Then when that did nothing you threw yourself into being a dastardly bad guy. And when that didn’t work you tried your hardest to be a whiney bitch on the internet.
I guess that one worked out the best for you because you bitched and moaned your way into more World title shots in a span of a few months than most people have had in their careers here. If had just one, one on one, title shot against Jill, the now infamous reign of terror falls fucking short. How many chances did you get and fail at them? How many of those chances were well earned? Pasternak handed you so many unearned opportunities that it cost him his job as Clash GM. The fact you’re walking around with my World title makes me sick to my stomach. You’re someone that shouldn’t have made it out of the CBS division.
I’m not saying you’re a bad wrestler, Jolee. You’re pretty good. You just have the personality of a jar of mayonnaise. I know you’re pretty new at this with your fluke title win but let a five-time World champ smarten you up. It’s not just about bein’ the best “rassler”. Being the World champ means you’re the face of the company. That means you’re the one going on the Late Show with Colbert, being witty and charming. That means you gotta go on ESPN and fake laugh at the SportsCenter anchor’s joke. That means you have to go to charity events and represent the company with dignity. Are you gonna be able to handle all of that being the person who’s gone on record saying she hates all of that? You couldn’t handle the host of another show on CBS, Action Wrestling’s home network, making a guest appearance on Clash. TJ, you’re built for VFWs and high school gyms, not the arenas and stadiums where ADub lives. You’re not built to be the Action Wrestling World Champion and every day you hold that title it loses a little more of its prestige.
Sure, you beat Jill Park, something no one was able to do for nearly three hundred days but anyone with a pair of eyes that didn’t have their head firmly planted up their own ass could see the Jill Park juggernaut was starting to run out of steam. Jill was so worried about being seen as the face of the company, to be ahead of everyone else, that the dragon finally left her neck exposed just enough to have her head lopped off by even the most bumbling of knights. Even then, it took a herculean effort from you along with a cage and broken glass. Isn’t that funny? Tatian Jolee, the great proponent of fair one-on-one competition between the ropes, couldn’t beat Jill at the very thing you say you were the best at. The woman who hates stipulations and gimmicks had to abandon who she was at her very core to finally win the big one. We all say Park sold out to be the champion but you did it worse.
I’m shocked you didn’t win the title only to throw it down and ride off into the sunset. Didn’t you spend like six months bitching about how much you hate ADub? I thought this place was run by an evil cabal that drank baby’s blood and conspired to hold the rest of the roster down. Or is it different now you get to hold the world title? Now it's all let's sing fucking kumbaya and push the business forward. You’re so fucking fake. You change your personality and morals more than I change my underwear. Say what you want about me but I’m an open and up-front piece of shit. You spent most of your time here trashing the place and now that you’re at the top it's time to live and let live. I’ve seen BBLs less fake than you, Tatiana. Tell me, how are all those Twitter dorks reacting to you as champ? Has it been all you ever wished for? Do you finally get to be one of the cool kids? Do the Twitter thots leave flirty comments under your pictures now? You care too much about what outsiders think to be a proper AW World champ. You’re supposed to be the most prestigious champion in the biggest wrestling company on Earth but all you’re worried about is if a bunch of dorks think you’re an asshole and what slut in a bikini slides in your DMs.
Tatiana not only do you hold my World title, which pisses me the fuck off, but you took something from me. You took my revenge. Jill Park was mine to defeat. It was going to be poetic justice when I went All-In on her and took my championship back. But you took that away from me. You a whiney, old, never-was that complained her way into a title shot, took that away from me. So now I’m going to take something from you. It’s not going to be your title, I’m not cashing in. I’m going to take away your legitimacy as a champion. I am going to wrestle circles around you and beat you at your own game. I am going to beat you here in the Wrestler of the Year tournament and expose you as the fraud you are. You won the title sure but who have you faced since then? Dake Ken Junior? A roided up nobody from a failed third brand. The Sitcom? A fat bag of pudding. I’m the greatest challenge you’ll ever have to face, Jolee. Because I’m going to make you come to terms with the fact that you aren’t as good as you think you are. Just you and me in that ring, one on one. And when I beat you, you’ll have no one to blame but yourself this time. I’m going to pop that overinflated ego you’ve developed since XIII. I’m going to shatter your confidence and show you that you’re not on my level.
You wanna keep flexing that win over Jill and that’s fine. But who else have you beat? Lissie Hope? Been there, beat that. I’ve beaten stars on this roster that you couldn’t even dream of standing in the ring with. I’ve been in more high-profile matches than you. And I didn’t have to bitch and moan my way into them. I’ve been top three in Havoc two years in a row. I won All-In on my first try. I headlined nine PLEs in a row. I retired the greatest United States Champion of all time. At Evolution, while you were fucking around with one of our co-presidents in a joke of a match, I was retiring the greatest World champion of all time.
We are not the same.
TJ, you’re in for a rude awakening come Monday. I’m coming not just to win, but to crush your dreams. Crush your dreams of being a respected champion. Crush your dreams of winning Wrestler of the Year. I am going to make you wish I ambushed you with All-In. Because you’re gonna know that no matter what, you aren’t good enough to hang with me. At the end of Clash you might as well just hand me the goddamn belt and ride off into the sunset. I have a date with destiny in the finals and you’re nothing more than a jobber punching above her weight class. This whole farce, this fantastical odyssey you’re on, ends with me.
Because that’s a Hollywood Ending.
Gerard got home in the wee hours of the morning as they spent many hours going over every minute detail of the plan. He trudged into his house on heavy legs, flopping down on his sofa. Gerard thought about passing out right there and then but he heard footsteps on the hardwood floor and he looked up to see G standing there. He would never get used to just seeing himself staring back at him.
“How was the meeting?”
“Slightly eventful.”
“When are you going to go for it?”
“Most likely next week around Thanksgiving.”
G stood there in silence for a few moments as Gerry kept looking up at him. His clone finally sighed.
“I want to help. Let me go with you.”
He hoped that they would have enough information on the laboratory without the help of G. He was very adamant about not going back to the Phoenix Project. Gerry couldn't blame him though. He couldn't imagine being treated as a science experiment and then discovering you aren't even the person that you think you are. That was some real Stanley Kubrick mind-fuck bullshit. Gerry pulled his phone from his hoodie pocket, double-checking the directions to the meeting spot. He felt the anxiety in the pit of his stomach that formed when Jimmy all but demanded to choose the place to meet. Gerry didn’t like being at a disadvantage around someone as dangerous as Jimmy. He sighed. It was something he would simply have to deal with until they freed his father.
Gerard came to a stop in front of a building and tilted his head up to look. This one wasn’t adorned with neon lights like the other establishments down this street nor a sign anywhere to tell you what it was. Gerry stepped up and twisted the knob of the entrance door, pushing it open. A small bell chimed as he entered and let the door shut behind him. The air inside was warm and heavy with the scent of perfume. He pulled off his sunglasses and stuffed them into his hoodie pocket, letting his eye adjust to the dim lighting. Lanterns glowed softly as Gerard looked around, realizing he was in a tea shop. It was completely empty save for a tiny, old, Japanese man who turned his gaze towards Gerry when he entered, eyeing him over behind thick spectacles.
“Heiten shite imasu,” the shopkeeper said to Gerry curtly. Angelo blinked for a second as it’s been ages since someone spoke to him in Japanese. Not since he went on an excursion in his late teens with Jonathan.
“Oh… um…Koko de tomodachiniau…err… yoteidatta nodesuga,” Gerry replied. The shopkeeper squinted behind his glasses making Gerry wonder if he had the right place. The elder man made his way from behind the counter, waving his hands to shoe the younger man out.
“Hey! Wait,” Gerard exclaimed as the shopkeeper was physically trying to push him back out the front door, “I’m here to meet with Jimmy!”
The old man stopped shoving him and looked up at Gerard.
“Well why didn’t you say so,” the shopkeeper said with an accent before turning and motioning for Gerry to follow him. They made their way to the back of the shop and the elder opened a closet door. Gerard raised an eyebrow as all he saw were jars and boxes of dried tea along with some cleaning supplies. He goes to say something but the shopkeeper enters the closet and heads for the back. He puts his wrinkled, twisted, hands on the wall and slides a panel to the side, revealing a narrow staircase. He motions for Gerard to enter who raises an eyebrow but steps forward. He places one hand above the entrance and crouches down to enter, taking each step one by one as he descends into a cellar. The old boards creak under his weight until he finally steps down on the cement floor.
A few string lights hung from the ceiling to illuminate the basement. He looked to the left and saw a big, round, table, papers and tablets laid out on it. Around the table stood Jimmy and his two massive goons. On the other side stood Amelia.
“Nice of you to show up finally,” Jimmy said, a smoking cigarette clenched between his thin lips. Gerard ignored him and walked straight to Amelia, hugging her.
“Sorry I’m late,” He said before whispering, “I hope you were okay with these three here.”
She broke the hug and smiled up and him,, patting his bicep.
“I’ve dealt with far worse than them, darling,” she said in her posh accent. Gerry was glad she was here. It was nice to have someone on his side, not to mention someone who could handle themselves if things went south. Gerard was drawn from his inner thoughts by the clearing of a throat.
“If you two are done,” Jimmy said, ashing his cigarette on the floor, “we have a break-in to plan.”
Gerard flexed his jaw but walked to the table, looking down at it, trying to see if he could decipher any information. Amelia walked up next to him and pointed a well-manicured finger at the table.
“From what we have deciphered from the information gathered a full frontal assault on the facility would be the wrong move,” she said, glancing up at the Ronin trio, “we don’t have the numbers for a firefight with the Bronze Company.”
“Why was that even an option?” Gerry asked, horrified.
“It was not my idea,” she said, nodding her head towards Jimmy. Gerry turned to look at him and Jimmy just shrugged.
“The easiest way would be to just eliminate everyone there,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders, “Then we move in, grab your dad, and leave.”
“Yeah, but there are innocent people who work there!”
“If everything you said that’s happening there is true, then no one is innocent,” Jimmy waved his hand dismissively. Gerry's face started to turn sour.
“You can’t just be killing random people!”
“My job isn’t to worry about collateral damage,” he said with annoyance in his voice, “my job is to complete the mission you’re paying me for.”
“Exactly! I’m the one paying your ass,” Gerard yelled, pointing a finger at the Ronin, “The mission is to save my father, not cause unnecessary deaths, you fuck.”
“Kono baka,” He snarled in Japanese, “Who is the professional and who’s just the regular man in over his head?”
Gerard started to respond but he felt Amelia’s fingernails dig into his arm. He knew she was telling him to stop without looking at her which he knew was a good idea. He grinded his teeth but still stopped himself.
“Sorry. You’re… right.”
Jimmy gave Gerard a smug smirk before continuing.
“Our initial thought was to go in gun blazing but your friend here suggested that it would bring too much attention to us.”
“Our best bet,” Amelia said, clicking on one of the tablets to bring up an aerial view of the facility, “is to enter on the Eastern side with a small group disguised as scientists. I’ve done the research and over five hundred people are working at the facility currently. We should be able to blend in.”
“So how do we get clearance to move between areas?”
“MI6 has a device that should be able to crack and lock or encryption. Between that and what your clone can remember, we should be able to move through the facility with no problem.”
Gerry nods and looks over at Jimmy.
“It’s not a bad plan,” he concedes. Amelia flashes a grin at the men.
“The best time would be to do this around the holiday. That’s when it should be the least amount of men from the Bronze Company stationed at the facility.”
“And if we run into any issues?”
“That’s where we come in,” Jimmy said, flashing a wicked grin.
“Alright,” Gerry said with a nod, “we should go over the plan step by step.”
“No,” Jimmy said, lighting up another cigarette, “First we talk about payment.”
“You’ll get your payment once my dad is safe.”
“That’s not going to work,” Jimmy said, a cloud of smoke exiting his nostrils, “Payment up front.”
“You’re fucking insane if you think that’s happening.”
“Well, you came to me so you need me more than I need you.”
“You and the rest of your fake samurai dipshits can go fuck…”
“Enough!” Amelia yelled, cutting both of the men off before they could come to blows. She turns to Gerard.
“Gerry, we need them to do this,” she said before turning to Jimmy, “And I know the Ronin find it dishonorable to break a contract once it has been agreed upon. So how about half before and half after?”
Gerry looked at Amelia before looking over at Jimmy. Jimmy shrugged.
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Okay now that you boys are done cock measuring, let’s go over this plan.”
I’ve been waiting for this for a long time now. Since Evolution Five I’ve been waiting for a chance to get you one on one, Tatiana. You’ve been running your fucking mouth for a long time about a lot of people in ADub, including myself. It was funny at first, but then it turned sad. You’ve always been a try-hard, TJ. I remember how hard you tried to be the stand-up, white-meat, hero. Then when that did nothing you threw yourself into being a dastardly bad guy. And when that didn’t work you tried your hardest to be a whiney bitch on the internet.
I guess that one worked out the best for you because you bitched and moaned your way into more World title shots in a span of a few months than most people have had in their careers here. If had just one, one on one, title shot against Jill, the now infamous reign of terror falls fucking short. How many chances did you get and fail at them? How many of those chances were well earned? Pasternak handed you so many unearned opportunities that it cost him his job as Clash GM. The fact you’re walking around with my World title makes me sick to my stomach. You’re someone that shouldn’t have made it out of the CBS division.
I’m not saying you’re a bad wrestler, Jolee. You’re pretty good. You just have the personality of a jar of mayonnaise. I know you’re pretty new at this with your fluke title win but let a five-time World champ smarten you up. It’s not just about bein’ the best “rassler”. Being the World champ means you’re the face of the company. That means you’re the one going on the Late Show with Colbert, being witty and charming. That means you gotta go on ESPN and fake laugh at the SportsCenter anchor’s joke. That means you have to go to charity events and represent the company with dignity. Are you gonna be able to handle all of that being the person who’s gone on record saying she hates all of that? You couldn’t handle the host of another show on CBS, Action Wrestling’s home network, making a guest appearance on Clash. TJ, you’re built for VFWs and high school gyms, not the arenas and stadiums where ADub lives. You’re not built to be the Action Wrestling World Champion and every day you hold that title it loses a little more of its prestige.
Sure, you beat Jill Park, something no one was able to do for nearly three hundred days but anyone with a pair of eyes that didn’t have their head firmly planted up their own ass could see the Jill Park juggernaut was starting to run out of steam. Jill was so worried about being seen as the face of the company, to be ahead of everyone else, that the dragon finally left her neck exposed just enough to have her head lopped off by even the most bumbling of knights. Even then, it took a herculean effort from you along with a cage and broken glass. Isn’t that funny? Tatian Jolee, the great proponent of fair one-on-one competition between the ropes, couldn’t beat Jill at the very thing you say you were the best at. The woman who hates stipulations and gimmicks had to abandon who she was at her very core to finally win the big one. We all say Park sold out to be the champion but you did it worse.
I’m shocked you didn’t win the title only to throw it down and ride off into the sunset. Didn’t you spend like six months bitching about how much you hate ADub? I thought this place was run by an evil cabal that drank baby’s blood and conspired to hold the rest of the roster down. Or is it different now you get to hold the world title? Now it's all let's sing fucking kumbaya and push the business forward. You’re so fucking fake. You change your personality and morals more than I change my underwear. Say what you want about me but I’m an open and up-front piece of shit. You spent most of your time here trashing the place and now that you’re at the top it's time to live and let live. I’ve seen BBLs less fake than you, Tatiana. Tell me, how are all those Twitter dorks reacting to you as champ? Has it been all you ever wished for? Do you finally get to be one of the cool kids? Do the Twitter thots leave flirty comments under your pictures now? You care too much about what outsiders think to be a proper AW World champ. You’re supposed to be the most prestigious champion in the biggest wrestling company on Earth but all you’re worried about is if a bunch of dorks think you’re an asshole and what slut in a bikini slides in your DMs.
Tatiana not only do you hold my World title, which pisses me the fuck off, but you took something from me. You took my revenge. Jill Park was mine to defeat. It was going to be poetic justice when I went All-In on her and took my championship back. But you took that away from me. You a whiney, old, never-was that complained her way into a title shot, took that away from me. So now I’m going to take something from you. It’s not going to be your title, I’m not cashing in. I’m going to take away your legitimacy as a champion. I am going to wrestle circles around you and beat you at your own game. I am going to beat you here in the Wrestler of the Year tournament and expose you as the fraud you are. You won the title sure but who have you faced since then? Dake Ken Junior? A roided up nobody from a failed third brand. The Sitcom? A fat bag of pudding. I’m the greatest challenge you’ll ever have to face, Jolee. Because I’m going to make you come to terms with the fact that you aren’t as good as you think you are. Just you and me in that ring, one on one. And when I beat you, you’ll have no one to blame but yourself this time. I’m going to pop that overinflated ego you’ve developed since XIII. I’m going to shatter your confidence and show you that you’re not on my level.
You wanna keep flexing that win over Jill and that’s fine. But who else have you beat? Lissie Hope? Been there, beat that. I’ve beaten stars on this roster that you couldn’t even dream of standing in the ring with. I’ve been in more high-profile matches than you. And I didn’t have to bitch and moan my way into them. I’ve been top three in Havoc two years in a row. I won All-In on my first try. I headlined nine PLEs in a row. I retired the greatest United States Champion of all time. At Evolution, while you were fucking around with one of our co-presidents in a joke of a match, I was retiring the greatest World champion of all time.
We are not the same.
TJ, you’re in for a rude awakening come Monday. I’m coming not just to win, but to crush your dreams. Crush your dreams of being a respected champion. Crush your dreams of winning Wrestler of the Year. I am going to make you wish I ambushed you with All-In. Because you’re gonna know that no matter what, you aren’t good enough to hang with me. At the end of Clash you might as well just hand me the goddamn belt and ride off into the sunset. I have a date with destiny in the finals and you’re nothing more than a jobber punching above her weight class. This whole farce, this fantastical odyssey you’re on, ends with me.
Because that’s a Hollywood Ending.
Gerard got home in the wee hours of the morning as they spent many hours going over every minute detail of the plan. He trudged into his house on heavy legs, flopping down on his sofa. Gerard thought about passing out right there and then but he heard footsteps on the hardwood floor and he looked up to see G standing there. He would never get used to just seeing himself staring back at him.
“How was the meeting?”
“Slightly eventful.”
“When are you going to go for it?”
“Most likely next week around Thanksgiving.”
G stood there in silence for a few moments as Gerry kept looking up at him. His clone finally sighed.
“I want to help. Let me go with you.”