Post by Gerard Angelo on Nov 4, 2019 23:57:24 GMT -5
“No, no. I need the sign to be much bigger. Massive even.”
Gerard was laid up on a lounger be the side of his pool, which was located in the back of his massive house in Beverly Hills. he was dressed in just a pair of red win trunks with his sunglasses on, talking into his smartphone as he soaked up some of the California sun. It had been an eventful few weeks for the former World champion and current number one contender. He made a deal with an immortal being, aligned himself with David Hunter and Holden Ross, won the Deadly Rumble for the second year in a row, and went from a beloved star to one of the most hated in a matter of seconds. Gerard didn’t care much about that last part. He spent far too much time worrying about what others thought of him. It had started to become a detriment to his career and personal life.
His deal with Ba’lal had already paid dividends for him. He aligned himself with two hungry, young, and talented rising stars. And, controversially, they helped him win his second Deadly Rumble in as many years. Contrary to the narrative being pushed by a bitter ( albeit understandably) Brenna Gordon, Gerry didn’t need their help to win the Rumble. But why leave it to chance? Gerard’s ultimate goal to change PCW for the better never changed. But instead of trying to facilitate change by example, Gerard was just going to burn down PCW and rebuild it in his image. A PCW where everyone has an opportunity to reach the top. One where the same old stories being told for years and years wouldn’t dominate everything. This was going to be good for everyone, the fans and Brenna included. She may be mad now that she had an impressive accolade taken from her, but she would soon see the light. Hell, Gerard had already made her more relevant then she’s ever been before. Maybe she should think about that before she writes another annoying blog entry.
Blogs. Sheesh. What is this? Two-thousand and two?
Gerard was still talking into his smartphone animatedly.
“I want it to be big.” He said, moving his hand up in the air as if the person on the other end of the line could see him. “I want it so big that people can’t help but talk about it.”
He waits a few moments as the other person talks, and from his face you could tell he was starting to become annoyed.
“I don’t really care about the logistics of it.” The Hollywood Hero says, an annoyed tone penetrating his voice. “I’m paying for this myself. All you need to do is get it done and make sure it’s ready for Trauma.”
Gerard hangs up and places his phone down on the ground. He clasps his hands behind his head and goes back to sunning himself.
“You can come out now, Amanda.” Gerard says in no particular direction.
“How did you know I was here?” The small elf asked as she appears on the lounger next to Gerard’s. She sits with her arms on her knees, dressed in blue robes as she looks at the wrestler turned movie star, turned wrestler. Gerard gives a shrug.
“When you keep having inhuman entities keep appearing around you as much as I have, your start feeling it.” He says turns his head to look at Amanda. “Plus, I figured you would come to see me eventually in light of… what happened.”
Amanda moves a strand of her mousey brown hair behind a pointed ear, looking at the ground. They sit there in silence for a few moments before Amanda looks up at the Electi.
“So, what made you do it?” She asked, honestly curious. Gerard sighed and took his sunglasses off.
“He just made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.” He said as he sat up on the side of the lounger to face Amanda. “I couldn’t deal with the nightmares and all this Electi stuff. He offered me a chance to be happy again. To live my life.”
“We could have gave you that, too” Amanda said, looking at the Hollywood Hero. “After we defeated him.”
Gerard looked at her.
“Why though? He made some good points.”
“He wants to take over the world, Gerard. He wants to be the ruler of everyone and everything.
“Would that be so bad though?”
She gives him a look. He holds up a hand.
“Hear me out. This whole planet absolutely sucks. Bad things happen to good people all the time. The planet is dying. Maybe he’s exactly what we need.”
Amanda gave a laugh that caught Gerry off guard.
“What’s so funny?”
“I don’t know if you’re trying to convince yourself or not, but if you actually believe that then you are delusional.”
“Well, from what I heard, you guys at the DMP aren’t much better.” Gerry snaps back. “You only wanted me to help you guys, you didn’t give a damn about me. I went through hell with all the nightmares and everything. The single worst stretch of my career happened while you guys were involved. Did you guys care? Nope.”
Amanda shook head.
“There are much bigger things at stake then your silly wrestling career, Gerard. This is about the fate of the world, and the universe.”
“Fuck the world.” Gerry says angrily. “The world never did anything for me, so I don’t give a damn about it!”
Amanda nods and stands.
“Because we used to be friends, I’m going to leave.”Amanda says. “But be warned, next time we meet we are enemies.”
Gerry just shrugs.
“Good luck, Gerard. I hope you find happiness before the world burns.”
With that Amanda disappears, leaving Gerard alone. He groans and rubs his eyes. This isn’t what he needed right now. He had a whole week of PCW stuff to prepare for.
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The phone camera comes on, showing Gerry sitting by his pool. He has his sunglasses on and he’s hold a glass of scotch on the rocks in the other hand.
“So I heard my next match on Trauma is against the one and only Razorblade.”
Gerard takes a sip of his scotch before spitting it out dramatically.
“Really guys? This is the best you got for the Living Legend? Jesus Christ. Alright, well since I have to take this seriously. Razor I just want you to know that I won’t over look you. Last thing I need is to get upset by you at this point. I know you’re this big tough guy walking around talking about yards and dogs and such. But you’re stepping into the ring with one of the greatest wrestlers of all time. And just because my compatriot, David, has a… term… thing for you, I’m going to make an example out of you at Trauma.”
Gerard takes an actual sip of his scotch.
“Please bring your ‘A’ game, bud. I need a good tune up singles match. I’m going to remind everyone why I am the single greatest acquisition in PCW history. At Trauma, the ‘big dog’,” Gerard accentuates this with finger quotes, “Gets put to sleep.”
The phone stops recording,