Post by Gerard Angelo on Mar 24, 2024 4:14:25 GMT -5
John Windthrope stood over a hospital bed, reading over a chart. He reached up, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose before putting the chart back.
“Rest easy, old friend,” he replied, looking down at the man lying there, “This will all be over soon so long as your son makes the right decision.”
Windthrope reached down and patted the unconscious Anthony Angelo’s arm before he turned on his heel and exited the room. The two guards posted outside the room shut the door as the doctor turned and made his way down the corridor. John never meant for it to be taken this far. Kidnapping, blackmail, extorsion. He didn’t know how wanting to help all of humanity led to all of this.
He remembered as a boy, watching his mother slowly lose her battle with cancer. He watched as losing his mother pushed his father to the bottle, essentially losing him as well. He raised himself from the age of nine. It made John focus on school and become interested in genetics. He worked hard and got an academic scholarship to send him to university where he worked for years to get his doctorate.
He did all that because he didn’t want any person, child or not, to go through what he did ever again. Windthrope didn’t think it was hyperbole when he called the Phoenix Project the single greatest scientific achievement since man discovered fire. He was on the verge of completing what man had set out to do since they first gained sentient thought. Complete mastery over life and death.
Windthrope stopped at the elevator and waved his ID badge over the sensor, the doors sliding open. The doctor got in the lift and hit a button, the doors sliding shut before the descent. He watched the lights flash as he continued his descent. The elevator finally came to a stop, the doors hissing open. The doctor stepped out, walking into his private laboratory. He made his way through rows of containment pods, various specimens floating in the embryonic fluid. Windthrope finally came to a stop in front of a pod containing a blonde woman. He watched for a moment as she floated before checking the vitals on the machine.
“You’re the key to all of this, dear,” John said as the fluorescent lights shone harshly down, making twisted shadows in the lab. It was quiet aside from the dull hum of the machines.
“You’re my trump card, Miss DiMarco.”
I’ll tell you this right off the bat. That big, dumb, dipshit Odin just made my fucking list. I ain’t done with you yet you giant pile of mastodon shit.
Seriously, do you see what the World title picture is right now? Teo Blaze is the champion defending against Jaice Wilds with either Jolee or Odin striving to be the number one contender. Clash ratings are plummeting like Flight 370.
Yet the biggest star in Action Wrestling is shoved aside into some bullshit eight-person tag that means fucking nothing. I’m sure for the other seven idiots, they wanna fight to prove themselves but I don’t have to. I’m a two-time ADub World champ. I’m bigger than this match, I’m bigger than wrestling any of you. I couldn’t give two fucks about this match. I have half a mind to fly my private jet to Miami and spend the night at E11EVEN instead of humoring this stupid shit.
But then my philanthropist side wants to come out and do some good for the company. How can I be the face of the place if I’m not willing to help others? I’m not Odin Balfore or Tatiana Jolee who are only in this for themselves. I’m gonna give back to the less fortunate. So you all should be prepared because you’re gonna get that Gerard Angelo rub. Remember, my spotlight is white hot, so try not to burn.
DRAUGR buddy, I’ll be honest. I don’t even know if you can talk, let alone speak English. But I do know your daughter-in-law is fucking hot. That’s beside the point though. I wanna see how true this “Immortal” nickname of yours is. Nothing will add to the legend of Gerard Angelo like leaving a monster crumpled at my feet.
Jody, I don’t have a bad thing to say about you, bro. You’re just a chill dude and you keep ya nose in your own business. I respect that, especially these days when everyone is always involved in everybody else's business. Plus, anyone that can embarrass that dipshit Roman Gunn is cool in my book. I’m sure you're riding high right now. Cinderella story run to the semi-finals. A clean win over the US Champ. Pumping life back into that OMEGA title. You’re on your way to becoming a massive star. Just not this week, pal. Remember there are levels to this shit and I’m still at the top of the fucking food chain.
Karlie Nash. I’ll be honest I was expecting more out of you ever since you split up your lil tag team. I thought you’d wake up and start dominating the women’s division here or the Cruiserweight division but instead, you’re just sleepwalking through your career. I know MILF pussy is pretty good but where is you’re damn pride, Karlie? Show me something.
Ves you've been begging for a match of consequence and here you’re finally getting one. You get to stand across the ring from the legit gold standard of the industry. The standard bearer of ADub. The guy who makes sure your paychecks keep coming on time every two weeks. You can talk all this talk but let’s see if you can walk the walk when it comes down to it. Here’s your chance to put yourself on the map. I just hope you don’t get the yips.
Still, this match matters very little to me. My focus is on the World title, My focus is making sure I have a Hollywood Ending.
“Rest easy, old friend,” he replied, looking down at the man lying there, “This will all be over soon so long as your son makes the right decision.”
Windthrope reached down and patted the unconscious Anthony Angelo’s arm before he turned on his heel and exited the room. The two guards posted outside the room shut the door as the doctor turned and made his way down the corridor. John never meant for it to be taken this far. Kidnapping, blackmail, extorsion. He didn’t know how wanting to help all of humanity led to all of this.
He remembered as a boy, watching his mother slowly lose her battle with cancer. He watched as losing his mother pushed his father to the bottle, essentially losing him as well. He raised himself from the age of nine. It made John focus on school and become interested in genetics. He worked hard and got an academic scholarship to send him to university where he worked for years to get his doctorate.
He did all that because he didn’t want any person, child or not, to go through what he did ever again. Windthrope didn’t think it was hyperbole when he called the Phoenix Project the single greatest scientific achievement since man discovered fire. He was on the verge of completing what man had set out to do since they first gained sentient thought. Complete mastery over life and death.
Windthrope stopped at the elevator and waved his ID badge over the sensor, the doors sliding open. The doctor got in the lift and hit a button, the doors sliding shut before the descent. He watched the lights flash as he continued his descent. The elevator finally came to a stop, the doors hissing open. The doctor stepped out, walking into his private laboratory. He made his way through rows of containment pods, various specimens floating in the embryonic fluid. Windthrope finally came to a stop in front of a pod containing a blonde woman. He watched for a moment as she floated before checking the vitals on the machine.
“You’re the key to all of this, dear,” John said as the fluorescent lights shone harshly down, making twisted shadows in the lab. It was quiet aside from the dull hum of the machines.
“You’re my trump card, Miss DiMarco.”
I’ll tell you this right off the bat. That big, dumb, dipshit Odin just made my fucking list. I ain’t done with you yet you giant pile of mastodon shit.
Seriously, do you see what the World title picture is right now? Teo Blaze is the champion defending against Jaice Wilds with either Jolee or Odin striving to be the number one contender. Clash ratings are plummeting like Flight 370.
Yet the biggest star in Action Wrestling is shoved aside into some bullshit eight-person tag that means fucking nothing. I’m sure for the other seven idiots, they wanna fight to prove themselves but I don’t have to. I’m a two-time ADub World champ. I’m bigger than this match, I’m bigger than wrestling any of you. I couldn’t give two fucks about this match. I have half a mind to fly my private jet to Miami and spend the night at E11EVEN instead of humoring this stupid shit.
But then my philanthropist side wants to come out and do some good for the company. How can I be the face of the place if I’m not willing to help others? I’m not Odin Balfore or Tatiana Jolee who are only in this for themselves. I’m gonna give back to the less fortunate. So you all should be prepared because you’re gonna get that Gerard Angelo rub. Remember, my spotlight is white hot, so try not to burn.
DRAUGR buddy, I’ll be honest. I don’t even know if you can talk, let alone speak English. But I do know your daughter-in-law is fucking hot. That’s beside the point though. I wanna see how true this “Immortal” nickname of yours is. Nothing will add to the legend of Gerard Angelo like leaving a monster crumpled at my feet.
Jody, I don’t have a bad thing to say about you, bro. You’re just a chill dude and you keep ya nose in your own business. I respect that, especially these days when everyone is always involved in everybody else's business. Plus, anyone that can embarrass that dipshit Roman Gunn is cool in my book. I’m sure you're riding high right now. Cinderella story run to the semi-finals. A clean win over the US Champ. Pumping life back into that OMEGA title. You’re on your way to becoming a massive star. Just not this week, pal. Remember there are levels to this shit and I’m still at the top of the fucking food chain.
Karlie Nash. I’ll be honest I was expecting more out of you ever since you split up your lil tag team. I thought you’d wake up and start dominating the women’s division here or the Cruiserweight division but instead, you’re just sleepwalking through your career. I know MILF pussy is pretty good but where is you’re damn pride, Karlie? Show me something.
Ves you've been begging for a match of consequence and here you’re finally getting one. You get to stand across the ring from the legit gold standard of the industry. The standard bearer of ADub. The guy who makes sure your paychecks keep coming on time every two weeks. You can talk all this talk but let’s see if you can walk the walk when it comes down to it. Here’s your chance to put yourself on the map. I just hope you don’t get the yips.
Still, this match matters very little to me. My focus is on the World title, My focus is making sure I have a Hollywood Ending.