Post by Gerard Angelo on Jun 2, 2020 22:52:15 GMT -5
May, 5th 1:05 AM
Gerard pulled himself up off the ground, trying to keep his knees steady. He rubbed his throat as he looked down at Theo, whose hands were still futility grabbing at his neck as hands trying to pull out the glass shard in his neck.
“How does that feel?” Gerry asks, sneering down at his would-be killer, “Not so good huh?”
“Fuck...you…” Theo says, trying to lift up off his back as one hand holds his neck, blood dripping out around the puncture and his fingers. Gerard scowls and lifts his leg up, before suddenly driving his foot downward, the heel of his sneaker connecting with Theo’s face, breaking his nose on impact. Theo lays on the ground, groans as blood now flowing from his nose and neck. Gerard lifts his leg again and again, stomping Theo’s head into the ground.
Keep it up. Finish him.
Gerard keeps stomping, Theo’s face becoming an unrecognizable, bloody, mess. Suddenly two massive arms wrap around Gerard’s waist lifting him off the ground like the two-hundred and twenty pound professional athlete was a pillow.
“That’s enough, Gerry,” Frank says as he turns, moving Gerard away from Theo, “I think he’s done.”
Frank drops Gerard back onto his feet and turns to look at the bloody mess of a man on the ground. He looked at the man who hurt his daughter, his youngest, his babygirl. Frank’s face remained stoic, but his emotions raged like a storm, building like a tropical depression in the warm waters of the Atlantic. He was supposed to protect his children, no matter how old they were. And he failed. That made Frank angry. It also made him angry that this prick tricked them all into thinking he was the best one for her. The storm inside him that had been brewing was reaching category five levels.
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May 4th, 11:13 PM
Gerard power walks down the hall, his brow furrowed as he heads towards the exit. Ba’lal had just given him the whereabouts of Theo and he would be damned if he let him slip through his fingers. As Gerry walked past the elevators, one of the doors opened and Frank DiMarco got off the lift. He saw his former son-in-law walking with a purpose, but had the strange urge to stop him.
“Hey Gerry,” he said in his gruff voice, “What’s the hurry?”
Gerard pauses.
“I have something important to take care of, Frank. I’ll be back soon.”
Gerard starts to walk away again.
“It’s something to do with who attacked Kara, isn’t it?” Frank says, causing Gerard to stop again. He turns and looks at Frank.
“Yeah, it is.” Gerard says, “I found out who did it. And I’m going to go end him.”
Frank looks down and flexes his huge hand into an equally massive fist.
“I’m coming.” Frank says, but Gerard turns around fully and shakes his head.
“No, I’m sorry. This is something I have to do myself.”
“Listen, Gerry,” Frank says, his eyes welling with tears, “I know you love her, but she’s my daughter. I need to do this as much as you do.”
Gerard looked at him, trying not to be shocked. In all the years he’s known this man, he had never seen him like this. Usually anger was the only emotion Frank let show. But this was frustration and helplessness. Gerard could relate. He felt the same way when he heard what happened to Kara. Gerard reached out and put a hand on one of Frank’s broad shoulders.
“Alright. But we have to go now. I’ll explain everything on the way.”
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May 5th 1:08 AM
Gerard wipes his face with the handkerchief that Frank gave him, removing the excess blood from his face. He looks over at Frank who was still staring a hole through the still form of Theo. Theo suddenly lets out a groan of pain. Frank squats down beside him and grabs a fist full of Theo’s dirty blonde hair, roughly lifting him upright. Theo lets out another groan of pain, his face and clothes a bloody mess.
“You picked the wrong guy’s daughter to fuck with, you piece of shit.” Frank says right before he drives his mammoth fist into Theo’s face. He’s unconscious before he hits the ground and Frank’s knuckles are covered in the excess blood from his face. Suddenly two cars pull down into the alley. Gerard jumps back, getting ready for another scuffle.
“It’s fine, Gerry,” Frank says, standing up and grabbing the handkerchief from Gerard, wiping the blood from his knuckles, “They’re with me.”
Out of the first car, a Volvo, three older men jump out. They don’t say much but walk over to the still form of Theo. Frank looks at them before turning back to Gerard.
“Gerard, get in the second car.” Frank says, shoving the piece of cloth into the back pocket of his slacks, “Jimmy is gonna drive you back to the hospital.”
“But..” Gerard starts before his protest is cut off by Frank.
“No. You’re gonna get in that car, and go back to the hospital.” Frank says firmly, like a dad. “Kara is still really rough right now, and I don’t think she could handle it if you got arrested for beating her fiance nearly to death.”
He clasps Gerry on the shoulder.
“Besides, you got that big, fancy, pro wrestling tournament in a few days. And I remember you telling Kara you’d win it for her. And you can’t do that from a cell.”
Gerard looks down at the shorter, but still powerful, man. He lets out an exasperated sigh. Frank smiles and gives Gerard a loving smack on his cheek.
“I knew you’d see it my way. Now go get in the car, Hollywood.”
Gerard turns and walks to the car, opening the passenger door. He slides into the seat and looks at Jimmy. It’s a younger guy than the others, around Gerard’s age.
“Hey.” Gerard says and the response he gets is a nod before the car starts pulling out of the alley. Gerard watches out the window as Frank and the three men lift up Theo, carrying him over to the car. That’s the last thing Gerry sees before the car starts heading down the street. They drive in silence for a while, Gerard tapping his fingers on his thigh.
“So, uh, do this often?” Gerard asks, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Jimmy just stares straight ahead. Gerard sighs and leans back in his seat, staring out the window, trying to process these events of the past few hours.
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Present Day
Gerard sits in a cushioned, yet not comfortable, hospital chair. The black metal briefcase holding his Any-Time, Anywhere contract resting on his lap. He has his hands clasped behind his head, staring up at the harsh fluorescent lighting. It had been nearly a month since that fateful night. It seemed to mark a turning point for him. In that time he had won the Icemann Invitational, Kara had her reconstructive facial surgery and was doing quite well. He looked over for a second at Kara and her mother talking about something, looking at various things on Megan’s iPhone. The bandages were off her face, and while she was still swollen and healing, she was in good spirits. If Gerry didn’t know any better, he would say him winning really helped her. She held the briefcase for the first few days when he got back to visit her, being that Kara was the only person he let touch it other than himself.
Yet, there were those who sought to tear down his accomplishment by trying to discredit him. Why? Because he was smarter than everyone else? What people failed to realize was Gerard wasn’t doing this for just himself. He was doing this for the good of the future of PCW. Gerard could ill afford to lose the tournament. He needed to change PCW. He had been preaching it for months, he was shocked nobody understood. Then again, there were certain people who knew that they were the ones who needed to be taken out. Namely Grimm.
Grimm was nothing but a sore loser. One of the very few times things don’t go his way in PCW and he throws a hissy fit about it. Geard smirked. People might have been whispering about how he pissed off Grimm, so he was going to pay. Gerard didn’t see it that way. He had Grimm shook. The usually even keeled Hangtown Horror was angry. He was desperate. So desperate that he actually went to meet with Rick Majors in a coffee shop to talk strategy. Grimm knows his reckoning is coming, so he’s trying to dig in with the other has-beens that need to make way for a new generation. Because soon people won’t be bowing their heads in reverence when Grimm enters the room.
“Where is your father?” Gerard heard Megan say, snapping him out of his thoughts. Kara shrugged and Gerard wondered where he was himself. Gerry hadn’t seen much of his ex-father-in-law since the incident. Gerard had tried to ask him what happened to Theo, and Frank simply replied that he may or may not have taken a trip to New Jersey, either by boat or by car. Gerard knew enough not to press the issue. No one had been bringing him up much, not even Kara outside of her asking a few times where he could be in her time of need.
He knew that Theo wasn’t going to be around ever again. That he had been taken out to pasture, much like what Pandaemonium was going to do to the team of Grimm and Rick Majors this week. It wouldn’t be easy, especially with Rick. Gerard knew from first hand experience. When he was Gabriel, he and Gerard had a wild Falls Count Anywhere match. It took nearly everything Gerard had to put him down that night. Rick was a survivor. Like a cockroach, it seemed even a nuclear explosion wouldn’t take him down. You would only have to look back to the last Trauma where he survived Holden.
Rick’s luck would run out eventually. He couldn’t survive at this rate. Even a wrestler in his prime couldn’t maintain the pace Rick was at, let alone a man on his last legs in the business.
Gerry looked down at his briefcase, the light glinting off the black metal. It was all part of the plan. Soon everything would be set in motion. Eventually more people would see the light, and see that Gerard’s plan was really for the greater good. He was fighting for everyone who didn’t have a voice. For everyone that had been pushed aside in favor of someone who wrestled here in the mid two thousands because management would rather play it safe then take risks and make new stars. It was a company who only cared about the bottom line, and when these guys from yesteryear that they invested so much in, finally rode off into the sunset, the company would fall. Gerard wouldn’t let that happen. It was something that he loved.
He looked over at Kara, who caught his eye and gave a slight smile with her swollen face, which he returned.
And if you messed with something Gerard Angelo loved, he was willing to do anything to protect it.
Gerard pulled himself up off the ground, trying to keep his knees steady. He rubbed his throat as he looked down at Theo, whose hands were still futility grabbing at his neck as hands trying to pull out the glass shard in his neck.
“How does that feel?” Gerry asks, sneering down at his would-be killer, “Not so good huh?”
“Fuck...you…” Theo says, trying to lift up off his back as one hand holds his neck, blood dripping out around the puncture and his fingers. Gerard scowls and lifts his leg up, before suddenly driving his foot downward, the heel of his sneaker connecting with Theo’s face, breaking his nose on impact. Theo lays on the ground, groans as blood now flowing from his nose and neck. Gerard lifts his leg again and again, stomping Theo’s head into the ground.
Keep it up. Finish him.
Gerard keeps stomping, Theo’s face becoming an unrecognizable, bloody, mess. Suddenly two massive arms wrap around Gerard’s waist lifting him off the ground like the two-hundred and twenty pound professional athlete was a pillow.
“That’s enough, Gerry,” Frank says as he turns, moving Gerard away from Theo, “I think he’s done.”
Frank drops Gerard back onto his feet and turns to look at the bloody mess of a man on the ground. He looked at the man who hurt his daughter, his youngest, his babygirl. Frank’s face remained stoic, but his emotions raged like a storm, building like a tropical depression in the warm waters of the Atlantic. He was supposed to protect his children, no matter how old they were. And he failed. That made Frank angry. It also made him angry that this prick tricked them all into thinking he was the best one for her. The storm inside him that had been brewing was reaching category five levels.
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May 4th, 11:13 PM
Gerard power walks down the hall, his brow furrowed as he heads towards the exit. Ba’lal had just given him the whereabouts of Theo and he would be damned if he let him slip through his fingers. As Gerry walked past the elevators, one of the doors opened and Frank DiMarco got off the lift. He saw his former son-in-law walking with a purpose, but had the strange urge to stop him.
“Hey Gerry,” he said in his gruff voice, “What’s the hurry?”
Gerard pauses.
“I have something important to take care of, Frank. I’ll be back soon.”
Gerard starts to walk away again.
“It’s something to do with who attacked Kara, isn’t it?” Frank says, causing Gerard to stop again. He turns and looks at Frank.
“Yeah, it is.” Gerard says, “I found out who did it. And I’m going to go end him.”
Frank looks down and flexes his huge hand into an equally massive fist.
“I’m coming.” Frank says, but Gerard turns around fully and shakes his head.
“No, I’m sorry. This is something I have to do myself.”
“Listen, Gerry,” Frank says, his eyes welling with tears, “I know you love her, but she’s my daughter. I need to do this as much as you do.”
Gerard looked at him, trying not to be shocked. In all the years he’s known this man, he had never seen him like this. Usually anger was the only emotion Frank let show. But this was frustration and helplessness. Gerard could relate. He felt the same way when he heard what happened to Kara. Gerard reached out and put a hand on one of Frank’s broad shoulders.
“Alright. But we have to go now. I’ll explain everything on the way.”
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May 5th 1:08 AM
Gerard wipes his face with the handkerchief that Frank gave him, removing the excess blood from his face. He looks over at Frank who was still staring a hole through the still form of Theo. Theo suddenly lets out a groan of pain. Frank squats down beside him and grabs a fist full of Theo’s dirty blonde hair, roughly lifting him upright. Theo lets out another groan of pain, his face and clothes a bloody mess.
“You picked the wrong guy’s daughter to fuck with, you piece of shit.” Frank says right before he drives his mammoth fist into Theo’s face. He’s unconscious before he hits the ground and Frank’s knuckles are covered in the excess blood from his face. Suddenly two cars pull down into the alley. Gerard jumps back, getting ready for another scuffle.
“It’s fine, Gerry,” Frank says, standing up and grabbing the handkerchief from Gerard, wiping the blood from his knuckles, “They’re with me.”
Out of the first car, a Volvo, three older men jump out. They don’t say much but walk over to the still form of Theo. Frank looks at them before turning back to Gerard.
“Gerard, get in the second car.” Frank says, shoving the piece of cloth into the back pocket of his slacks, “Jimmy is gonna drive you back to the hospital.”
“But..” Gerard starts before his protest is cut off by Frank.
“No. You’re gonna get in that car, and go back to the hospital.” Frank says firmly, like a dad. “Kara is still really rough right now, and I don’t think she could handle it if you got arrested for beating her fiance nearly to death.”
He clasps Gerry on the shoulder.
“Besides, you got that big, fancy, pro wrestling tournament in a few days. And I remember you telling Kara you’d win it for her. And you can’t do that from a cell.”
Gerard looks down at the shorter, but still powerful, man. He lets out an exasperated sigh. Frank smiles and gives Gerard a loving smack on his cheek.
“I knew you’d see it my way. Now go get in the car, Hollywood.”
Gerard turns and walks to the car, opening the passenger door. He slides into the seat and looks at Jimmy. It’s a younger guy than the others, around Gerard’s age.
“Hey.” Gerard says and the response he gets is a nod before the car starts pulling out of the alley. Gerard watches out the window as Frank and the three men lift up Theo, carrying him over to the car. That’s the last thing Gerry sees before the car starts heading down the street. They drive in silence for a while, Gerard tapping his fingers on his thigh.
“So, uh, do this often?” Gerard asks, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Jimmy just stares straight ahead. Gerard sighs and leans back in his seat, staring out the window, trying to process these events of the past few hours.
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Present Day
Gerard sits in a cushioned, yet not comfortable, hospital chair. The black metal briefcase holding his Any-Time, Anywhere contract resting on his lap. He has his hands clasped behind his head, staring up at the harsh fluorescent lighting. It had been nearly a month since that fateful night. It seemed to mark a turning point for him. In that time he had won the Icemann Invitational, Kara had her reconstructive facial surgery and was doing quite well. He looked over for a second at Kara and her mother talking about something, looking at various things on Megan’s iPhone. The bandages were off her face, and while she was still swollen and healing, she was in good spirits. If Gerry didn’t know any better, he would say him winning really helped her. She held the briefcase for the first few days when he got back to visit her, being that Kara was the only person he let touch it other than himself.
Yet, there were those who sought to tear down his accomplishment by trying to discredit him. Why? Because he was smarter than everyone else? What people failed to realize was Gerard wasn’t doing this for just himself. He was doing this for the good of the future of PCW. Gerard could ill afford to lose the tournament. He needed to change PCW. He had been preaching it for months, he was shocked nobody understood. Then again, there were certain people who knew that they were the ones who needed to be taken out. Namely Grimm.
Grimm was nothing but a sore loser. One of the very few times things don’t go his way in PCW and he throws a hissy fit about it. Geard smirked. People might have been whispering about how he pissed off Grimm, so he was going to pay. Gerard didn’t see it that way. He had Grimm shook. The usually even keeled Hangtown Horror was angry. He was desperate. So desperate that he actually went to meet with Rick Majors in a coffee shop to talk strategy. Grimm knows his reckoning is coming, so he’s trying to dig in with the other has-beens that need to make way for a new generation. Because soon people won’t be bowing their heads in reverence when Grimm enters the room.
“Where is your father?” Gerard heard Megan say, snapping him out of his thoughts. Kara shrugged and Gerard wondered where he was himself. Gerry hadn’t seen much of his ex-father-in-law since the incident. Gerard had tried to ask him what happened to Theo, and Frank simply replied that he may or may not have taken a trip to New Jersey, either by boat or by car. Gerard knew enough not to press the issue. No one had been bringing him up much, not even Kara outside of her asking a few times where he could be in her time of need.
He knew that Theo wasn’t going to be around ever again. That he had been taken out to pasture, much like what Pandaemonium was going to do to the team of Grimm and Rick Majors this week. It wouldn’t be easy, especially with Rick. Gerard knew from first hand experience. When he was Gabriel, he and Gerard had a wild Falls Count Anywhere match. It took nearly everything Gerard had to put him down that night. Rick was a survivor. Like a cockroach, it seemed even a nuclear explosion wouldn’t take him down. You would only have to look back to the last Trauma where he survived Holden.
Rick’s luck would run out eventually. He couldn’t survive at this rate. Even a wrestler in his prime couldn’t maintain the pace Rick was at, let alone a man on his last legs in the business.
Gerry looked down at his briefcase, the light glinting off the black metal. It was all part of the plan. Soon everything would be set in motion. Eventually more people would see the light, and see that Gerard’s plan was really for the greater good. He was fighting for everyone who didn’t have a voice. For everyone that had been pushed aside in favor of someone who wrestled here in the mid two thousands because management would rather play it safe then take risks and make new stars. It was a company who only cared about the bottom line, and when these guys from yesteryear that they invested so much in, finally rode off into the sunset, the company would fall. Gerard wouldn’t let that happen. It was something that he loved.
He looked over at Kara, who caught his eye and gave a slight smile with her swollen face, which he returned.
And if you messed with something Gerard Angelo loved, he was willing to do anything to protect it.