Post by Gerard Angelo on Dec 2, 2019 23:59:23 GMT -5
Kara Di Marco took his glasses off and rubbed her baby blue eyes, the hours of staring at a computer screen starting to make them ache. It was just one of the prices to pay for her career in fashion. She needed to go over the new winter line of clothing, making sure everything got out on time. Usually these things were cut and dry, but here was a snafu with one of his distributors, so she needed to make sure everything was in line for the launch this week. Fashion is pain, she thought to herself. Wait that wasn’t right. She shook her head, her blonde locks falling about as she tried to shake the cob webs of being tired out of her brain. The glow of her Mac Book was the only thing eliminating her dark apartment as she reached over and grabbed her paper cup of coffee. She took a sip and made a face, as it was ice cold at this point. Maybe it was time for some wine she thought, as she reached over and turned her desk table lamp on, her eyes taking a minute to adjust.
Kara stood up and walked into the kitchen, her heels clicking not he floor, echoing in her empty apartment. She grabbed a wine glass of of the hanging rack and opened her fridge, removing an open bottle of moscato from it. She pulled the cork out with a satisfying pop and poured the sweet wine into her glass. Kara set the bottle down and lifted the glass, taking a sip. She sighed, wishing her fiancé Theo was home. She hadn’t seen him all week as he was on a business trip. Kara thought about FaceTiming him, but she knew he didn’t like to be bothered when he was busy. She sighed again and walked over to her large sofa, smoothing out her skirt as she sat down.
Reaching down with one hand, she deftly popped her heels off, letting them fall with two loud thuds onto the hard wood floor. She gave a stratified sigh as she wiggled her manicured toes, enjoying the freedom from her designer shoes. Kara took another sip as she wondered what to do with herself. She didn’t feel like finishing her work right now. She needed a well deserved break. Maybe I could catch up on some wrestling, she thought to herself.
Kara grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned the TV on, going to the DVR, looking for various promotions she could watch. That is when her doorbell rang. She scrunched her face ump wondering who that could be at this hour. She knew it wasn’t Theo, as he wasn’t going to be home for a mother two days. She stood up and walked to the door, her bare feet barely making a sound on the wooden floor. She stood up on her tip toes and peered through the peephole, before unlocking the chain, opening the door to reveal a familiar face.
“Gerard!” She excalims. “What are you doing here?”
The Hollywood Hero stands there, one hand resting on the wall, a bouquet of white roses in his other hand. He’s dressed in a suit and his shades, smirking at Kara.
“I was in the neighborhood, I thought I’d stop by and say hey.” He says, handing the bouquet to her.
Kara takes them, smiling as they are her favorite.
“That’s sweet of you to bring me flowers, Gerry.” She says before raising and eyebrow. “I don’t believe you were just in Manhattan for no reason. So what’s up?”
Gerry throws his hands up and laughs.
“Okay, okay. You got me.” He pulls his sunglasses off and sticks them in his jacket pocket. “I purposely came by to see you. You know since you haven’t spoken to me since the coffee shop.”
Kara shuffles her feet a bit.
“Yeah, sorry about just leaving you like that. I didn’t want you and Theo to get into it. He’s very jealous and I know how you get when someone starts with you.”
Gerry shrugs.
“I understand. Where is old Theodore, anyway?” He asks, walking into the apartment. Kara laughs to herself and shuts the door behind them.
“He’s away on a business trip.”
“Theo leaving you all alone in this big dangerous city? Some fiance.”
Kara furrows her brow.
“I can handle myself you know!” She says tossing the roses on her kitchen table. Gerard looks down at her as she scowls at him.
“I know, KD. I’m just teasing.” He says with a smile. They stand there in silence for a bit, before Kara breaks it.
“So I see you didn’t retire.”
Gerry shakes his head with a smile.
“Nope. I had an ephipany. I can’t retire. The business needs me more then ever.”
Kara laughs at this.
“Gerard, the business doesn’t need anyone. It was here long before us, and will be here long after us.” She says, but Gerry waves his hand, as if dismissing the notion.
“Not this time, Kara. I’m going to change the world along side my two associates. Starting with rebuilding PCW in my own image.”
Kara rolls her eyes.
“Gerard, I know what your doing in PCW is just business, but how can you trust those two? They’ve turned on everyone they’ve been aligned with!”
“I know.” Gerry says nodding. “But this is different. We all have a common goal. To get rid of the status quo. We are sick of the same people getting opportunity after opportunity.”
“Aren’t you the one who has main evented every big show for the last year? Doesn’t that fall under things you hate?”
Gerard frowns.
“It is a necessity right now, Kara. I need to get the World title back in order to change things. Already change has started. Brenna Gordon has a championship opportunity because of us. We made an unknown tag team relevant. I got goddamn Razor Blade a match again the Champ! Already things are moving for the better. We just need to clean out the old guard like Rick Majors and Grimm. And it starts this Sunday when I take Stormm out.”
“Gerry,” Kara says, knowing her ex husband well enough to see where this is going, “Don’t underestimate Stormm. You don’t have a career as log as his without being elite.”
Gerry laughs.
“Stormm is past his prime. And I have a greater power on my side. Along with David and Holden, I am unstoppable.”
Kara rolls her eyes again.
“So did you come here to just talk about wrestling, because you could’ve done that with a phone call.”
Gerard shakes his head.
“No, you brought it up. I came here for this.”
Gerry reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box. Kara’s eyes go wide as Gerry gets down on one knee.
“Kara Di Marco, will you marry me again?”