Post by Gerard Angelo on Dec 3, 2020 23:57:00 GMT -5
Gerard sat on the hood of his Nissan Sentra rental car, staring up at the house on the rocky cliff. Cool sea breeze ruffled through his hair as he rested his chin on the heel of his palm, hunched over. He had been staring up at the house for some time, thoughts racing through his head.
She was in there, he thought to himself, somewhere.
“You alright, Gerry?”
Gerard turns his head, looking at Amanda.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He says, forcing a half smile, “When are the rest of them getting here?”
“Soon.” Amanda says, pulling a golden pocket watch out of her trousers, opening it to check the time.
Gerard nods in response and turns his head back to look at the house. It had been an eventful last month for him. His attention towards wrestling had nearly waned entirely as he had become consumed with trying to figure out a plain to save Kara. Gerry and spent many waking moments with Amanda and her superiors at the Department for Magical Defense. They needed to strike before Ba’lal became too powerful (if he wasn’t already), and before something happened to Kara. Gerry pulled his iPhone out of his jeans pocket and opened the photo album. He scrolled back a ways to an older picture of Kara and him. It was years old at this point. It was both of them wearing ugly sweaters in front of a Christmas tree. He forgot whose party it was, but it was from when they were still married. They looked so happy.
Gerard sighed and put his phone back into his pocket. He slid his hand back out and moved it to the cloth wrapping lying next to him. Gerry lifted it up and unwrapped the felt exposing the silver hilt of a dagger. Gerard wrapped his hand around the hilt, gripping it. He felt the engraved runes on his palm, imagining he felt a surge of power coming from it. Pulling more of the cloth away, exposing the blade, seeing his reflection in the polished metal.
He took the last few weeks off to search for this dagger. Apparently, it was the same weapon used to lock Ba’lal away the first time he tried this. He and Amanda traveled across the globe this last month, tracking down leads and dodging the Black One’s goons. The DMD did not have the whereabouts of the dagger, as it was hidden before the formation of the department. Legend has it the dagger would begin to corrupt it’s owner with the evil it absorbed from the damnation of Ba’lal. Gerard didn’t care, he just wanted to sink the business end into Ba’lal’s ugly face.
Gerry is torn from his thoughts by Amanda’s sudden exclamation of “Ah! Right on schedule!”. He looks up and is greeted by the site of a dark van coming down the road. It pulls up behind Gerry’s rental and the side door opens. A full battalion of dwarves jump out, dressed in armor and brandishing weapons, the likes of Warhammers, maces, and axes were seen. Gerd felt as if he was auditioning for a Lord of the Rings movie.
“Khozoh Battalion. Basically the Department’s version of your human’s Seal Team Six,” says Amanda with a hit of reverence in her voice, “All willing to put their lives on the line to complete a mission.”
Usually Gerry would’ve said something sarcastic to break the tension, but he just wrapped his hand tighter around the hilt of the dagger. He slid off the hood of the Sentra to his feet. Gerry put the dagger into his pants behind his back and looked at Amanda and the dwarves who were all looking at him, the Electi.
“Let’s move out.”
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Collision Course.
I main evented that Pay-Per-View two years in a row.
This year? Well I get to open the show with RazorBlade.
Again.
Now some people would say the show opener is one of the most important matches on a card for a Pay-Per-View. Get the crowd hot. Start off with a bang.
Usually I live for this shit. You want to make me open the show? Fine. Good luck with everyone that has to follow me. But this was against Razor. A man who comes out and repeats the same cookie cutter bull shit he has for the last three years. A man who was hovering around the same area of the card since he started.
I’m Gerard Angelo. Former World Champion. The reigning winner of the Icemann Invitational. I had a great year, but the end has been a little meh.
Was this my punishment for a lackluster performance lately? Was this a big middle finger to me for what Pandaemonium was done.
Doesn’t matter. I have my eye on something that I want.
And Razor is simply someone in my way that needs to be removed.
By force.
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After about a forty-five minute walk through a sparse wooded area, the group arrived at the food of the cliffs near some rocks by the water. Gerry stared up at the house sitting high above them, almost mocking them. One of the dwarves tapped Gerard on his elbow.
“There’s a series of tunnels through dem der cliffs, lad.” He said in a gruff voice, a breeze ruffling his braided red beard. “Fore ye ask, us dwarves can hear tunnels.”
Gerard goes to say something but just nods.
“Let’s find it then.”
Another fifteen minutes of the dwarves looking over the side of the cliff and pressing their ears against it, they push a large boulder out of the way, revealing a dark cave entrance.
Gerard takes a deep breath and pulls out the dagger, heading in the dark unknown.
She was in there, he thought to himself, somewhere.
“You alright, Gerry?”
Gerard turns his head, looking at Amanda.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He says, forcing a half smile, “When are the rest of them getting here?”
“Soon.” Amanda says, pulling a golden pocket watch out of her trousers, opening it to check the time.
Gerard nods in response and turns his head back to look at the house. It had been an eventful last month for him. His attention towards wrestling had nearly waned entirely as he had become consumed with trying to figure out a plain to save Kara. Gerry and spent many waking moments with Amanda and her superiors at the Department for Magical Defense. They needed to strike before Ba’lal became too powerful (if he wasn’t already), and before something happened to Kara. Gerry pulled his iPhone out of his jeans pocket and opened the photo album. He scrolled back a ways to an older picture of Kara and him. It was years old at this point. It was both of them wearing ugly sweaters in front of a Christmas tree. He forgot whose party it was, but it was from when they were still married. They looked so happy.
Gerard sighed and put his phone back into his pocket. He slid his hand back out and moved it to the cloth wrapping lying next to him. Gerry lifted it up and unwrapped the felt exposing the silver hilt of a dagger. Gerard wrapped his hand around the hilt, gripping it. He felt the engraved runes on his palm, imagining he felt a surge of power coming from it. Pulling more of the cloth away, exposing the blade, seeing his reflection in the polished metal.
He took the last few weeks off to search for this dagger. Apparently, it was the same weapon used to lock Ba’lal away the first time he tried this. He and Amanda traveled across the globe this last month, tracking down leads and dodging the Black One’s goons. The DMD did not have the whereabouts of the dagger, as it was hidden before the formation of the department. Legend has it the dagger would begin to corrupt it’s owner with the evil it absorbed from the damnation of Ba’lal. Gerard didn’t care, he just wanted to sink the business end into Ba’lal’s ugly face.
Gerry is torn from his thoughts by Amanda’s sudden exclamation of “Ah! Right on schedule!”. He looks up and is greeted by the site of a dark van coming down the road. It pulls up behind Gerry’s rental and the side door opens. A full battalion of dwarves jump out, dressed in armor and brandishing weapons, the likes of Warhammers, maces, and axes were seen. Gerd felt as if he was auditioning for a Lord of the Rings movie.
“Khozoh Battalion. Basically the Department’s version of your human’s Seal Team Six,” says Amanda with a hit of reverence in her voice, “All willing to put their lives on the line to complete a mission.”
Usually Gerry would’ve said something sarcastic to break the tension, but he just wrapped his hand tighter around the hilt of the dagger. He slid off the hood of the Sentra to his feet. Gerry put the dagger into his pants behind his back and looked at Amanda and the dwarves who were all looking at him, the Electi.
“Let’s move out.”
=================
Collision Course.
I main evented that Pay-Per-View two years in a row.
This year? Well I get to open the show with RazorBlade.
Again.
Now some people would say the show opener is one of the most important matches on a card for a Pay-Per-View. Get the crowd hot. Start off with a bang.
Usually I live for this shit. You want to make me open the show? Fine. Good luck with everyone that has to follow me. But this was against Razor. A man who comes out and repeats the same cookie cutter bull shit he has for the last three years. A man who was hovering around the same area of the card since he started.
I’m Gerard Angelo. Former World Champion. The reigning winner of the Icemann Invitational. I had a great year, but the end has been a little meh.
Was this my punishment for a lackluster performance lately? Was this a big middle finger to me for what Pandaemonium was done.
Doesn’t matter. I have my eye on something that I want.
And Razor is simply someone in my way that needs to be removed.
By force.
========
After about a forty-five minute walk through a sparse wooded area, the group arrived at the food of the cliffs near some rocks by the water. Gerry stared up at the house sitting high above them, almost mocking them. One of the dwarves tapped Gerard on his elbow.
“There’s a series of tunnels through dem der cliffs, lad.” He said in a gruff voice, a breeze ruffling his braided red beard. “Fore ye ask, us dwarves can hear tunnels.”
Gerard goes to say something but just nods.
“Let’s find it then.”
Another fifteen minutes of the dwarves looking over the side of the cliff and pressing their ears against it, they push a large boulder out of the way, revealing a dark cave entrance.
Gerard takes a deep breath and pulls out the dagger, heading in the dark unknown.