Post by Gerard Angelo on Apr 21, 2024 5:26:49 GMT -5
The Uber Black pulled over to the curb and came to a stop, the back door opening. Gerard Angelo stepped out onto the sidewalk, pulling his hood up over his head as he thanked the driver. Gerry turned and looked at the small, hole-in-the-wall, Italian restaurant. His eyes darted up to the sign that read Frank’s. He took a deep breath and walked towards the door, the small bells ringing as he pushed it open. A short Latino man looked up from making a pizza behind the counter and greeted Gerry with a nod which Angelo returned. He turned his head, scanning the restaurant until he saw the person he was meeting. Windthrope sat at a table alone, a napkin tucked into his shirt collar as he slurped up long spaghetti noodles into his mouth. Gerard approached the small table and the doctor looked up, wiping his lips and beard with a paper napkin.
“Ah, Gerry,” the doctor said after swallowing a mouthful of pasta and marinara, “Glad you showed.”
Gerard just nodded and pulled out the chair across from Windthrope and sat down. Windthrope picked up his bottle of iced tea and took a sip.
“Hope you don’t mind me eating, I was famished after a long night in the lab.”
“It’s fine.”
“Let’s get you something to eat. They make a delicious chicken parm-”
“I’m fine,” Gerry snapped cutting the doctor off, “Forgive me but I’m not here for pleasantries or having dinner with you. You wanted me to meet you here to discuss your proposal so I am. Nothing more.”
Windthrope looked at Gerard like he wanted to protest but just sighed.
“Despite what has transpired, I don’t think there’s a need for any animosity between us, Gerard.”
“Oh, sure. You only kidnap my father, replaced him with a clone that’s living with my stepmother and baby brother doing god knows what. Then you clone me and send said clones to my house to attack me. Not to mention all the threats to me and the rest of my family and friends. Yeah, no need for any animosity there.”
Gerard glared at Windthrope as the doctor sighed. He pushed his glasses up and put his fork down.
“Like I said in our last meeting, this situation snowballed out of control and I am trying to fix it. I even let you have an extension on your decision due to your obligations as Action Wrestling Champion. I am trying to set things right.”
“By blackmailing me,” Gerry said, still glaring at Windthrope.
“Yes, well, things still need to be done. I’m trying to save the world, Gerard.”
“So you keep telling me,” Said Gerard with a roll of his eyes. Windthrope pressed his thin lips together.
“You Angelos don’t understand. This is greater than you or I or even your father. This is about the future of humanity.”
“You keep saying this like it should absolve you of all your sins. It’s just something you tell yourself so you can lay your head on your pillow at night.”
“It really doesn’t matter what you think,” Windthrope said, annoyed, “So tell me, are you going to do what I asked or not?”
It was Gerard’s turn to sigh and he placed his hand son the table, leaning forward, eyes locked on the doctor’s.
“See I really did think long and hard about your proposition, doc. I thought about every way I could save my dad and get revenge on you at the same time. I thought about calling in every favor I have and lean on every powerful person I know. I went to sleep dreaming of you behind bars or six feet under. Hell, I even thought about leaving you in a shallow grave in the woods myself.”
He closed his eyes and sat back before opening them again to stare at the doctor.
“But all of that is far too messy. So I will help convince my father to give you the full funding and no retaliation.”
Windthrope smiled.
“I knew you’d come around and see it my way. This is-” Gerard raised a hand and cut him off.
“I want your word that you leave me and my family alone after this. You get your unlimited funding but I don’t want to see a clone of anyone I know walking down Sunset.”
“You have my word,” Windthrope said, extending a hand across the table. Gerard looked at it for what seemed like an eternity before he reached out and grasped the doctor’s hand firmly with his own.
“We will meet at the facility next week and bring Tony out of the coma so you can be there. I’m sure you remember where it is.”
“Yeah. I’ll see you then,” he said, getting up from the table. Windthrope picked his fork back up. Gerard turned and walked out, pulling his phone out of his pocket to get another Uber.
Gerard was going to have to figure out a backup plan. Windthrope thought he was he was better than everyone, closer to a god than a man. He would renege on all his promises for his “greater good”. He just hoped he could find a way out of this nightmare.
I want Brady Bolt to know that the next time I see him advertise he was a very special announcement again, I’m going to go into his office and beat him fucking senseless with his own shoe. Another multi-person title defense? Bro has it out for me as champion. Fucking loser.
But I see he dusted off the old Pasternak special and put everyone in the World Title match in a tag team match. Will they be able to co-exist?!?! Let’s just fast forward to the part where we all fucking brawl so I can embarrass you dorks at Blast. So fuck you, Teo, fuck you Odin, and fuck you Muru.
The ending of Clash is just gonna be a preview of Blast.
And it’s a Hollywood Ending.
“Ah, Gerry,” the doctor said after swallowing a mouthful of pasta and marinara, “Glad you showed.”
Gerard just nodded and pulled out the chair across from Windthrope and sat down. Windthrope picked up his bottle of iced tea and took a sip.
“Hope you don’t mind me eating, I was famished after a long night in the lab.”
“It’s fine.”
“Let’s get you something to eat. They make a delicious chicken parm-”
“I’m fine,” Gerry snapped cutting the doctor off, “Forgive me but I’m not here for pleasantries or having dinner with you. You wanted me to meet you here to discuss your proposal so I am. Nothing more.”
Windthrope looked at Gerard like he wanted to protest but just sighed.
“Despite what has transpired, I don’t think there’s a need for any animosity between us, Gerard.”
“Oh, sure. You only kidnap my father, replaced him with a clone that’s living with my stepmother and baby brother doing god knows what. Then you clone me and send said clones to my house to attack me. Not to mention all the threats to me and the rest of my family and friends. Yeah, no need for any animosity there.”
Gerard glared at Windthrope as the doctor sighed. He pushed his glasses up and put his fork down.
“Like I said in our last meeting, this situation snowballed out of control and I am trying to fix it. I even let you have an extension on your decision due to your obligations as Action Wrestling Champion. I am trying to set things right.”
“By blackmailing me,” Gerry said, still glaring at Windthrope.
“Yes, well, things still need to be done. I’m trying to save the world, Gerard.”
“So you keep telling me,” Said Gerard with a roll of his eyes. Windthrope pressed his thin lips together.
“You Angelos don’t understand. This is greater than you or I or even your father. This is about the future of humanity.”
“You keep saying this like it should absolve you of all your sins. It’s just something you tell yourself so you can lay your head on your pillow at night.”
“It really doesn’t matter what you think,” Windthrope said, annoyed, “So tell me, are you going to do what I asked or not?”
It was Gerard’s turn to sigh and he placed his hand son the table, leaning forward, eyes locked on the doctor’s.
“See I really did think long and hard about your proposition, doc. I thought about every way I could save my dad and get revenge on you at the same time. I thought about calling in every favor I have and lean on every powerful person I know. I went to sleep dreaming of you behind bars or six feet under. Hell, I even thought about leaving you in a shallow grave in the woods myself.”
He closed his eyes and sat back before opening them again to stare at the doctor.
“But all of that is far too messy. So I will help convince my father to give you the full funding and no retaliation.”
Windthrope smiled.
“I knew you’d come around and see it my way. This is-” Gerard raised a hand and cut him off.
“I want your word that you leave me and my family alone after this. You get your unlimited funding but I don’t want to see a clone of anyone I know walking down Sunset.”
“You have my word,” Windthrope said, extending a hand across the table. Gerard looked at it for what seemed like an eternity before he reached out and grasped the doctor’s hand firmly with his own.
“We will meet at the facility next week and bring Tony out of the coma so you can be there. I’m sure you remember where it is.”
“Yeah. I’ll see you then,” he said, getting up from the table. Windthrope picked his fork back up. Gerard turned and walked out, pulling his phone out of his pocket to get another Uber.
Gerard was going to have to figure out a backup plan. Windthrope thought he was he was better than everyone, closer to a god than a man. He would renege on all his promises for his “greater good”. He just hoped he could find a way out of this nightmare.
I want Brady Bolt to know that the next time I see him advertise he was a very special announcement again, I’m going to go into his office and beat him fucking senseless with his own shoe. Another multi-person title defense? Bro has it out for me as champion. Fucking loser.
But I see he dusted off the old Pasternak special and put everyone in the World Title match in a tag team match. Will they be able to co-exist?!?! Let’s just fast forward to the part where we all fucking brawl so I can embarrass you dorks at Blast. So fuck you, Teo, fuck you Odin, and fuck you Muru.
The ending of Clash is just gonna be a preview of Blast.
And it’s a Hollywood Ending.