Post by Gerard Angelo on Aug 25, 2020 22:26:48 GMT -5
Have you ever been at a crossroads?
Not a physical crossroads where you are driving your car and you come to a four way stop.
And the light is red as you pull up, then it suddenly changes to green, but the guy in front of you is too busy texting on his phone. So you wait the obligatory ten seconds before you give a gentle tap of the horn to be like, “Hey, the light’s green, pal.”
Yet, instead of driving off like a normal person, he lowers his window and proceeds to give you the middle finger while sitting there and letting the light turn back red. That’s when you decide to roll down your window and throw a bottle of water at his shitty lowered Honda Civic while saying something derogatory about his mother. This leads to him getting out of his car, which prompts you to do as well. Forty-five minutes later you’re sitting in the back of a cop car in handcuffs while your bloody knuckles drip onto the hard plastic backseat.
No, we are talking about a crossroads in a metaphorical sense. Where you are faced with two decisions and either one can take your life down a completely different path. Gerard Angelo was faced with one of these decisions. Though you think it would be used to it, as it seems he was faced with dilemmas like this on a daily basis.
Mostly they are about things involving the world of wrestling, but this involves his life. Recently, Amanda had resurfaced in his life, informing him that Ba’lal had gone after Kara. He had quickly given Kara’s mother a call after that, who informed him she did supposedly see a monster in her apartment. They chalked it up to trauma from her attack, but Gerard had seen way too much weird shit recently to count out anything.
Gerry sat in a green room of some morning radio show in Charlotte. He didn’t remember the name at the moment, but it didn’t matter. The DJs would say it seventy-eight times before Gerard was even able to start talking about why he was there.
Why was he there?
Gerry thought this to himself as he took a sip from the bottled water they supplied him. He made a slight face as he tasted the Wal-Mart brand water. It sure wasn’t Fiji. Gerard was there to hype up Trauma. It was only a two match card, but it had some major implications for the future. The two matches were triple threats contested under battle royal rules. Odd concept but Gerry would take them over another tag match against Rick and Grimm.
Speaking of Rick, man, was there some history there. His falls count anywhere match against Rick really put him on the map in PCW. He was Gabriel at the time, but still. Gerry also looked up to Rick in the business. They had a lot in common. They were both guys deemed to never succeed. Yet they did, even if it was just to spite their doubters. Even now, Rick never seemed like the favorite in any match, yet here he was stacking win after win after win. The last Underground champ and the first new Genesis champ. Gerard had to admire that about Rick, even if they didn’t see eye to eye at a personal level. The man was the most self deprecating piece of shit he’d ever seen, but he continues to lace up his boots, comes to work, and wins.
Gerard took another sip of water. But it wasn’t just Gerry and Rick. Razor Blade was also in this match. A guy who seemed to have all the potential in the world, as evidenced by him getting opportunity after opportunity handed to him on a silver platter, as if the powers that be were screaming to the heavens, “Please! Please Do something!”
But he squanders his opportunities at every turn. He liked to talk about getting title shots, but when he does he gets embarrassed. Much like he would at Trauma.
People seem to forget, whether on purpose or not, that Gerard Angelo is the greatest battle royal competitor in the history of the company. Two straight Deadly Rumble wins and a last chance battle royal. No one else can say that.
Gerard had a great year so far, and he would add yet another accolade to his resume by winning this first time ever match. 2020 was the year of Gerard Angelo. And it wasn’t stopping for anyone, let alone never-was Razor Blade and has-been Rick Majors.
There is a knock on the door and it opens a crack, where a stagehand sticks his head in.
“You’re on in five, Mister Angelo.”
Gerard nods and the door closes. Gerard considered himself the best wrestler in the world. And once again at Trauma, he would have to prove it.
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Ba’lal sat in his dark cave lair under McLaurin’s mansion. He drummed his long black claws on the damp wet stone. He wasn’t very pleased. That damn elf was trying to get involved with his business. Warning the Electi about his plans for his little girlfriend was really throwing a wrench into his plans, as the humans would say.
He let out a snort. It seems as if he would have to take them both out, and quickly.
His black lips curled up into a grin, exposing his long fangs. It seems it was time to push his plans into overdrive. He was already more powerful than that group of magical misfits. No use in letting them plan against him anymore.
It was time.
Not a physical crossroads where you are driving your car and you come to a four way stop.
And the light is red as you pull up, then it suddenly changes to green, but the guy in front of you is too busy texting on his phone. So you wait the obligatory ten seconds before you give a gentle tap of the horn to be like, “Hey, the light’s green, pal.”
Yet, instead of driving off like a normal person, he lowers his window and proceeds to give you the middle finger while sitting there and letting the light turn back red. That’s when you decide to roll down your window and throw a bottle of water at his shitty lowered Honda Civic while saying something derogatory about his mother. This leads to him getting out of his car, which prompts you to do as well. Forty-five minutes later you’re sitting in the back of a cop car in handcuffs while your bloody knuckles drip onto the hard plastic backseat.
No, we are talking about a crossroads in a metaphorical sense. Where you are faced with two decisions and either one can take your life down a completely different path. Gerard Angelo was faced with one of these decisions. Though you think it would be used to it, as it seems he was faced with dilemmas like this on a daily basis.
Mostly they are about things involving the world of wrestling, but this involves his life. Recently, Amanda had resurfaced in his life, informing him that Ba’lal had gone after Kara. He had quickly given Kara’s mother a call after that, who informed him she did supposedly see a monster in her apartment. They chalked it up to trauma from her attack, but Gerard had seen way too much weird shit recently to count out anything.
Gerry sat in a green room of some morning radio show in Charlotte. He didn’t remember the name at the moment, but it didn’t matter. The DJs would say it seventy-eight times before Gerard was even able to start talking about why he was there.
Why was he there?
Gerry thought this to himself as he took a sip from the bottled water they supplied him. He made a slight face as he tasted the Wal-Mart brand water. It sure wasn’t Fiji. Gerard was there to hype up Trauma. It was only a two match card, but it had some major implications for the future. The two matches were triple threats contested under battle royal rules. Odd concept but Gerry would take them over another tag match against Rick and Grimm.
Speaking of Rick, man, was there some history there. His falls count anywhere match against Rick really put him on the map in PCW. He was Gabriel at the time, but still. Gerry also looked up to Rick in the business. They had a lot in common. They were both guys deemed to never succeed. Yet they did, even if it was just to spite their doubters. Even now, Rick never seemed like the favorite in any match, yet here he was stacking win after win after win. The last Underground champ and the first new Genesis champ. Gerard had to admire that about Rick, even if they didn’t see eye to eye at a personal level. The man was the most self deprecating piece of shit he’d ever seen, but he continues to lace up his boots, comes to work, and wins.
Gerard took another sip of water. But it wasn’t just Gerry and Rick. Razor Blade was also in this match. A guy who seemed to have all the potential in the world, as evidenced by him getting opportunity after opportunity handed to him on a silver platter, as if the powers that be were screaming to the heavens, “Please! Please Do something!”
But he squanders his opportunities at every turn. He liked to talk about getting title shots, but when he does he gets embarrassed. Much like he would at Trauma.
People seem to forget, whether on purpose or not, that Gerard Angelo is the greatest battle royal competitor in the history of the company. Two straight Deadly Rumble wins and a last chance battle royal. No one else can say that.
Gerard had a great year so far, and he would add yet another accolade to his resume by winning this first time ever match. 2020 was the year of Gerard Angelo. And it wasn’t stopping for anyone, let alone never-was Razor Blade and has-been Rick Majors.
There is a knock on the door and it opens a crack, where a stagehand sticks his head in.
“You’re on in five, Mister Angelo.”
Gerard nods and the door closes. Gerard considered himself the best wrestler in the world. And once again at Trauma, he would have to prove it.
===========
Ba’lal sat in his dark cave lair under McLaurin’s mansion. He drummed his long black claws on the damp wet stone. He wasn’t very pleased. That damn elf was trying to get involved with his business. Warning the Electi about his plans for his little girlfriend was really throwing a wrench into his plans, as the humans would say.
He let out a snort. It seems as if he would have to take them both out, and quickly.
His black lips curled up into a grin, exposing his long fangs. It seems it was time to push his plans into overdrive. He was already more powerful than that group of magical misfits. No use in letting them plan against him anymore.
It was time.