Post by Gerard Angelo on Sept 8, 2020 21:28:35 GMT -5
In the deep, dark, caverns beneath McLaurin’s estate, very little light permeated the thick, damp, darkness. It was once believed to be a gold or diamond mine that held so many treasures of the earth, that the former owner of the estate greedily built it over the mine to make sure no one else could have it. Now the vast caverns beneath the earth were no longer home to gold and precious gems, but was home to an evil deity. The Black One laid deep in the maze like caves, coiled up like a great serpent. He had grown larger than ever from his near constant feeding, as evidenced by the blackened bones that one could see littered all across the ground if there was light that could invade the darkness. The only sound was a deep rumbling as the Dark Lord slumbered.
A faint click-clack on the stones could be heard echoing. One red eye flicked open. Darkness was nothing for Ba’lal, he was born in the nothingness of space before anything was there, he could see as clearly as if it was a bright sunny day. The eye turned towards the sound as the click-clack grew louder and soon the faint glow of a lantern could be seen, illuminating the winding corridor. Soon a slightly portly man in a red cloak comes into the Black One’s view, walking down the corridor. He gets closer and closer until he enters the cavern housing his master, the light illuminating the wet walls and the sparkling black bones of various humans and animals offered up to the Black One as sacrifice. Ba’lal lifts his massive head up, both red eyes open, set inside his jet-black serpentine head, the light from the lantern illuminating his massive, dripping, fangs.
McLaurin
Ba’lal’s voice echo’s inside his most loyal followers head, sending chills down his spine. He would never get used to that.
“My Lord.” McLaurin says, dropping to one knee before the flesh and blood god before him. “You wanted to see me?”
Yes, I need you to do something for me.
“Anything, Dark Lord.”
I want you to go take the girl, and bring her here.
McLaurin peaks his head up to look at his master.
“Are you sure, Master?”
Ba’lal stares down at his minion, his greenish-yellow saliva dripping from his black maw.
Yes, those filthy elves and gobbledegooks at the Department of Magical Protection have decided to resume meddling in my affairs. It is time to push my plan into action.
“But my Lord. You are not nearly at full strength.”
Ba’lal lets out a sound that could be considered a chuckle.
I’m still stronger than all of those magical fools combined. And once my plan is complete I will be the most powerful being in the omniverse. And I need the girl to complete it.
McLaurin looks at Ba’lal again before nodding.
“As you command, my Lord.”
McLaurin rises and turns to head back up to his placial estate, but Ba’lal has one more message for him.
McLaurin.
McLaurin stops and turns back around to face his master.
“My Lord?”
Make sure she gets here in one piece. We do not need the Electi more angry then he already will be. If one hair is harmed on her head, you will join the rest of them.
McLaurin looks down at the blackened bones. He gulps before giving a bow and turning to take his leave. Ba’lal watches the light fade away down the tunnel before he puts his head back down.
Soon.
Soon he will have the entire planet under his control. And no one in this universe, or any other will be able to stop him.
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Gerard panted as he laid in the middle of the wrestling ring he had in his personal gym, sweat dripping down his shirtless body, knowing he was making a Hollywood Hero sized sweat angel on the canvas. He was just running through the basics of wrestling today. Running the ropes, bump drills, etc. Might seem redundant to the untrained eye, by Gerard was a stickler for the basics. They kept you safe from getting injured from something stupid and small. Gerard was someone who knew that first hand. His initial knee injury wasn’t from a submission hold, or an enemy. It was from landing wrong jumping off the second turnbuckle. Gerry remembers it like it was yesterday, the sickening feeling of his knee just giving out on him.
So Gerry made sure he did everything in wrestling by the textbook. When you have sound fundamentals, you can do anything in the ring. It was something he was trying to instill in David and Holden. He meant it when he was going to teach them. Not just how to be a star in the business, but to also make sure they worked to be the best they could be in the ring. Unfortunately, they were at the age where they were getting success doing what they were doing, so they barely listened. Gerard could only offer them knowledge and hoped they would soak it up like a sponge.
As Gerry stayed flat on his back, staring up at the fluorescent lighting, his mind drifted towards his match on Trauma this week. He was wrestling for the right to enter the Deadly Rumble last. Why did Gerard want this? Well because it was beneficial to his mission. He needed the World title to push his agenda, because whoever held the gold, held the power to make change. And Gerard wanted to make sure no one else cut in line for his opportunity. Sure, he had the contract that gave him a title shot whenever he wanted, but Jason Willard had already jumped the line because him and Stormm were two old guys who wanted to go at it one last time.
Plus, Gerry wanted the prestige of being the only three time winner of the Deadly Rumble. Greedy? Perhaps, but wrestling was about checks, championships, and legacy. And the more accolades Pandaemonium collected, the more the message would be heard.
And this brought Gerry to his opponent this week. Alexa Black.
Sometime ago Gerard would’ve made a joke about how that was a porn-star's name, but people would rather pay money to see her keep her clothes on. But now it was time to be serious. Alexa Black was a dangerous competitor. She was big, strong, violent, and didn’t care about wins or losses. That made her unpredictable.
But the thing was, Gerard was also a dangerous man. Gerard Angelo is the best wrestler in the world. And he wanted to win more than anything. He wanted to increase his chances of winning the Rumble more than anything. And he would do anything to win.
That made him the most deadly person in this match.
A faint click-clack on the stones could be heard echoing. One red eye flicked open. Darkness was nothing for Ba’lal, he was born in the nothingness of space before anything was there, he could see as clearly as if it was a bright sunny day. The eye turned towards the sound as the click-clack grew louder and soon the faint glow of a lantern could be seen, illuminating the winding corridor. Soon a slightly portly man in a red cloak comes into the Black One’s view, walking down the corridor. He gets closer and closer until he enters the cavern housing his master, the light illuminating the wet walls and the sparkling black bones of various humans and animals offered up to the Black One as sacrifice. Ba’lal lifts his massive head up, both red eyes open, set inside his jet-black serpentine head, the light from the lantern illuminating his massive, dripping, fangs.
McLaurin
Ba’lal’s voice echo’s inside his most loyal followers head, sending chills down his spine. He would never get used to that.
“My Lord.” McLaurin says, dropping to one knee before the flesh and blood god before him. “You wanted to see me?”
Yes, I need you to do something for me.
“Anything, Dark Lord.”
I want you to go take the girl, and bring her here.
McLaurin peaks his head up to look at his master.
“Are you sure, Master?”
Ba’lal stares down at his minion, his greenish-yellow saliva dripping from his black maw.
Yes, those filthy elves and gobbledegooks at the Department of Magical Protection have decided to resume meddling in my affairs. It is time to push my plan into action.
“But my Lord. You are not nearly at full strength.”
Ba’lal lets out a sound that could be considered a chuckle.
I’m still stronger than all of those magical fools combined. And once my plan is complete I will be the most powerful being in the omniverse. And I need the girl to complete it.
McLaurin looks at Ba’lal again before nodding.
“As you command, my Lord.”
McLaurin rises and turns to head back up to his placial estate, but Ba’lal has one more message for him.
McLaurin.
McLaurin stops and turns back around to face his master.
“My Lord?”
Make sure she gets here in one piece. We do not need the Electi more angry then he already will be. If one hair is harmed on her head, you will join the rest of them.
McLaurin looks down at the blackened bones. He gulps before giving a bow and turning to take his leave. Ba’lal watches the light fade away down the tunnel before he puts his head back down.
Soon.
Soon he will have the entire planet under his control. And no one in this universe, or any other will be able to stop him.
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Gerard panted as he laid in the middle of the wrestling ring he had in his personal gym, sweat dripping down his shirtless body, knowing he was making a Hollywood Hero sized sweat angel on the canvas. He was just running through the basics of wrestling today. Running the ropes, bump drills, etc. Might seem redundant to the untrained eye, by Gerard was a stickler for the basics. They kept you safe from getting injured from something stupid and small. Gerard was someone who knew that first hand. His initial knee injury wasn’t from a submission hold, or an enemy. It was from landing wrong jumping off the second turnbuckle. Gerry remembers it like it was yesterday, the sickening feeling of his knee just giving out on him.
So Gerry made sure he did everything in wrestling by the textbook. When you have sound fundamentals, you can do anything in the ring. It was something he was trying to instill in David and Holden. He meant it when he was going to teach them. Not just how to be a star in the business, but to also make sure they worked to be the best they could be in the ring. Unfortunately, they were at the age where they were getting success doing what they were doing, so they barely listened. Gerard could only offer them knowledge and hoped they would soak it up like a sponge.
As Gerry stayed flat on his back, staring up at the fluorescent lighting, his mind drifted towards his match on Trauma this week. He was wrestling for the right to enter the Deadly Rumble last. Why did Gerard want this? Well because it was beneficial to his mission. He needed the World title to push his agenda, because whoever held the gold, held the power to make change. And Gerard wanted to make sure no one else cut in line for his opportunity. Sure, he had the contract that gave him a title shot whenever he wanted, but Jason Willard had already jumped the line because him and Stormm were two old guys who wanted to go at it one last time.
Plus, Gerry wanted the prestige of being the only three time winner of the Deadly Rumble. Greedy? Perhaps, but wrestling was about checks, championships, and legacy. And the more accolades Pandaemonium collected, the more the message would be heard.
And this brought Gerry to his opponent this week. Alexa Black.
Sometime ago Gerard would’ve made a joke about how that was a porn-star's name, but people would rather pay money to see her keep her clothes on. But now it was time to be serious. Alexa Black was a dangerous competitor. She was big, strong, violent, and didn’t care about wins or losses. That made her unpredictable.
But the thing was, Gerard was also a dangerous man. Gerard Angelo is the best wrestler in the world. And he wanted to win more than anything. He wanted to increase his chances of winning the Rumble more than anything. And he would do anything to win.
That made him the most deadly person in this match.