Post by The Anarchist on Aug 21, 2019 11:40:04 GMT -5
The end finally arrived.
Seromine is gone for good, never to return like a zombie rising out of the grave in search of brains. The plan was successful. Rick was defeated. Speaking of...
It was past time for Rick Majors to be buried in the ground. He killed Gabriel after finding escape from Salvation, but remained like a ghost to haunt his former ally in the name of payback. Rick Majors didn't get the memo that who he is after, doesn't believe in ghosts and damn sure never believed in "God."
Rick Majors failed because Rick Majors is a failure. He had his chance to stand tall as the victor and passed it up because he felt the need for greed. He was also blind to the trap that had been set since the feud began. Everything has come full circle. Jason Willard is home again as The Anarchist. Rick fell for him being fractured. Fell for him being vulnerable. Fell for him being lost.
Only he never was any of those things. That, Gerard Angelo, is how acting is done.
Gerry had top billing in PCW for a brief time. His name was displayed on the marquee. The movie was called WORLD CHAMPION and had its release to the faithful on March 17th. It didn't last long. But PCW was under contract for a sequel. THE CHALLENGER. It also didn't last long. It was that way because both movies had a demonic red monster that was too much to overcome.
The movie star was extremely talented and deserving of top billing. But in the final frame of the sequel, a force of nature emerged out of the shadows to slay the exhausted red demon and put down the movie star. Years had passed since his last chance with the top prize. He was hungry for gold and determined to make sure that his name would be the one talked about.
Jason Willard was no stranger to the force of nature, both as Seromine and The Anarchist. They went back longer than the last time the force of nature was able to call himself WORLD CHAMPION. It was he who ended Salvation, sending a ripple effect and eventually achieving his goal of an anarchist revival. The shadows he resides in can't hide him from having to answer for it, but Trauma was not the place for the score to be settled.
Trauma would be where Rick Majors and Gerard Angelo are left laying like they were at Return to Glory.
-----
"Melanie! Mel-a-nie!"
The wide-eyed seven week year old smiles big as she lays on her back looking up at her father. Jason gently gives her belly rubs while making silly faces. She kicks her legs out in pleasure to the positive stimuli.
Destiny is sitting close by with her own attention grabbing antics. The infant is turned over with a view of her parents, a teddy bear, and a mirror. Her smiles keep coming as she becomes acutely aware of the noises around her. Soft background music. The chirping of birds outside. The voices of her sisters.
Then she lifts her head just enough to see a twin looking back at her. These were the kinds of pleasures that really made being up in the morning special. It was especially important to enjoy them while able, because time flies and children grow.
"Who is that?" Destiny sweetly asks. "Hm? Who do you see?"
Melanie takes a few seconds to look before laying her head back down, drawing chuckles from her adoring parents. When she looks again she lets out an adorable squeal before deciding to shift her eyes back to mom and dad.
"You're too cute, Melanie! Yes you are! Yes you are! Heh."
Jason lays flat, getting eye level with her. Whatever she did, he did. This entertaining romp continued for at least another hour as the sun continued to say good morning to everyone. The weather in Anaheim was expected to be in the eighties all week, so if nothing else the temperatures would be pleasant.
"I can't believe she's going to be two months already. Feels like yesterday I was taking you to the hospital to deliver her."
"Right?? She'll be two months and shortly after that, Kristen will hit her second age milestone."
Their eldest would be turning the big one-eight on the twenty-third. Jason and Destiny weren't prepared for it to happen yet. Seventeen years and a high school graduation snuck up on them. It was hard to realize their first baby was becoming a young woman.
"Quick! You fire up the Delorean. I'll take some plutonium and we'll make those Libyans eat fire tracks!" Jason laughs to himself.
"If only it were that easy, babe. But we've still got four others that'll put us through our paces."
Destiny pats his leg supportively.
"Autumn is about to start High School." He sighs. "Before we know it she'll be graduating. The twins hit us at the same time. Then there's a grace period."
Jason slowly leans to Melanie. "You're just starting out. How about going easy on us?" He whispers with a smile.
-----
Sunlight creeps through closed blinds, highlighting the typical teenage entanglement on the bedroom floor known as strewn clothing. Posters of classic rock acts partnered in unison with photographs and sketches on the cream colored walls. Athletic trophies were neatly arranged with assorted figurines on shelves.
Kristen stirs underneath the colorful bedspread, going from prone to supine. She bends her left arm over her eyes to reject the change from dark to light. Her dark brown hair hung at the sides and reached no further than her shoulders.
The cause was already lost. Her mental alarm clock was waking her earlier than she'd like. It was half past eight and it was her day off from work. Like a flower might in reacting to being fed sunlight, her limbs stretch out across the bed. Then her green eyes partially open.
She grabs her phone and goes to the messaging tab. There's a text from Holly, her best friend. With curiosity peaked, she clicks on it.
Kristen smiles and types as fast as her fingers will find the energy to go.
She sends the reply and then goes to her email account. There's a message in her inbox that causes her to sit right up. Her emotional state is a cocktail of nerves and excitement. She opens it up and examines the body of text. A bold HVC logo appears on the letterhead. She scans the rest of the information and becomes emotional. Her smile can't be contained. She starts to wipe her eyes.
"I can't wait to tell them!"
Seromine is gone for good, never to return like a zombie rising out of the grave in search of brains. The plan was successful. Rick was defeated. Speaking of...
It was past time for Rick Majors to be buried in the ground. He killed Gabriel after finding escape from Salvation, but remained like a ghost to haunt his former ally in the name of payback. Rick Majors didn't get the memo that who he is after, doesn't believe in ghosts and damn sure never believed in "God."
Rick Majors failed because Rick Majors is a failure. He had his chance to stand tall as the victor and passed it up because he felt the need for greed. He was also blind to the trap that had been set since the feud began. Everything has come full circle. Jason Willard is home again as The Anarchist. Rick fell for him being fractured. Fell for him being vulnerable. Fell for him being lost.
Only he never was any of those things. That, Gerard Angelo, is how acting is done.
Gerry had top billing in PCW for a brief time. His name was displayed on the marquee. The movie was called WORLD CHAMPION and had its release to the faithful on March 17th. It didn't last long. But PCW was under contract for a sequel. THE CHALLENGER. It also didn't last long. It was that way because both movies had a demonic red monster that was too much to overcome.
The movie star was extremely talented and deserving of top billing. But in the final frame of the sequel, a force of nature emerged out of the shadows to slay the exhausted red demon and put down the movie star. Years had passed since his last chance with the top prize. He was hungry for gold and determined to make sure that his name would be the one talked about.
Jason Willard was no stranger to the force of nature, both as Seromine and The Anarchist. They went back longer than the last time the force of nature was able to call himself WORLD CHAMPION. It was he who ended Salvation, sending a ripple effect and eventually achieving his goal of an anarchist revival. The shadows he resides in can't hide him from having to answer for it, but Trauma was not the place for the score to be settled.
Trauma would be where Rick Majors and Gerard Angelo are left laying like they were at Return to Glory.
-----
"Melanie! Mel-a-nie!"
The wide-eyed seven week year old smiles big as she lays on her back looking up at her father. Jason gently gives her belly rubs while making silly faces. She kicks her legs out in pleasure to the positive stimuli.
Destiny is sitting close by with her own attention grabbing antics. The infant is turned over with a view of her parents, a teddy bear, and a mirror. Her smiles keep coming as she becomes acutely aware of the noises around her. Soft background music. The chirping of birds outside. The voices of her sisters.
Then she lifts her head just enough to see a twin looking back at her. These were the kinds of pleasures that really made being up in the morning special. It was especially important to enjoy them while able, because time flies and children grow.
"Who is that?" Destiny sweetly asks. "Hm? Who do you see?"
Melanie takes a few seconds to look before laying her head back down, drawing chuckles from her adoring parents. When she looks again she lets out an adorable squeal before deciding to shift her eyes back to mom and dad.
"You're too cute, Melanie! Yes you are! Yes you are! Heh."
Jason lays flat, getting eye level with her. Whatever she did, he did. This entertaining romp continued for at least another hour as the sun continued to say good morning to everyone. The weather in Anaheim was expected to be in the eighties all week, so if nothing else the temperatures would be pleasant.
"I can't believe she's going to be two months already. Feels like yesterday I was taking you to the hospital to deliver her."
"Right?? She'll be two months and shortly after that, Kristen will hit her second age milestone."
Their eldest would be turning the big one-eight on the twenty-third. Jason and Destiny weren't prepared for it to happen yet. Seventeen years and a high school graduation snuck up on them. It was hard to realize their first baby was becoming a young woman.
"Quick! You fire up the Delorean. I'll take some plutonium and we'll make those Libyans eat fire tracks!" Jason laughs to himself.
"If only it were that easy, babe. But we've still got four others that'll put us through our paces."
Destiny pats his leg supportively.
"Autumn is about to start High School." He sighs. "Before we know it she'll be graduating. The twins hit us at the same time. Then there's a grace period."
Jason slowly leans to Melanie. "You're just starting out. How about going easy on us?" He whispers with a smile.
-----
Sunlight creeps through closed blinds, highlighting the typical teenage entanglement on the bedroom floor known as strewn clothing. Posters of classic rock acts partnered in unison with photographs and sketches on the cream colored walls. Athletic trophies were neatly arranged with assorted figurines on shelves.
Kristen stirs underneath the colorful bedspread, going from prone to supine. She bends her left arm over her eyes to reject the change from dark to light. Her dark brown hair hung at the sides and reached no further than her shoulders.
The cause was already lost. Her mental alarm clock was waking her earlier than she'd like. It was half past eight and it was her day off from work. Like a flower might in reacting to being fed sunlight, her limbs stretch out across the bed. Then her green eyes partially open.
She grabs her phone and goes to the messaging tab. There's a text from Holly, her best friend. With curiosity peaked, she clicks on it.
You didn't wake me up before go-going! 
I'm kidding! Are we still on for tonight?
I'm kidding! Are we still on for tonight?
You are so lame! Of course! Somebody has to be there holding your hand when you get scared! HA! I'll text you later.
"I can't wait to tell them!"