Post by Gerard Angelo on Oct 20, 2020 22:26:10 GMT -5
Kara’s eyes flicked open and all she saw was impenetrable darkness. At first, she thought she was dead. When she felt the pain in both her wrists, and then her breathing, she thought she was dead. Soon, though, Kara heard the slow, rhythmic, dripping of water. She figured she was in a cave. That’s when the events that transpired in the past came back to her. She had been kidnapped by that fat man who had been friends with Theo. Last thing she remembered was a hole opening up out of thin air and being dragged through it. Kara tried to move her arms but found little maneuverability. She slammed her hands back against the wall behind her and heard a clank of metal on rock. She was chained to the wall.
Kara decided struggling was no use so she decided to do the next best thing.
“Help!,” she screamed out, “Help me!”
Kara screamed out as loud as she could but the only thing she heard back was an echo. Still she yelled until her throat started to hurt and her voice became raspy. She hung her head as she caught her breath, the echo of her screams dying out, leaving her in the dark with just the slow dripping of water on stone. Kara felt tears welling up as frustration took a hold of her. She felt as if she would be stuck here, at the mercy of some crazy man. That’s when out of the corner of her eye she saw a flicker of light. She turned her head and saw a faint light coming out of the darkness, growing closer to her. As it grew closer she could see the light illuminating a corridor.
Kara held her breath, wondering if this was help or something worse. She could now see clearly that it was someone in a red robe, holding a torch as they strode towards her. Kara could start making out things in the cave now. She saw varying sizes of stalagmites and stalactites. Kara looked up and saw the huge iron chains keeping her in place on the wall. She looked back to the figure in the red cloak as they drew closer. The figure drew even closer and stopped in front of her. Kara had to squint as the flame from the torch hurt her eyes that have been trying to see in pitch black for the last forty-five minutes. After her eyes adjusted she looked down at the hooded figure. She noticed her was short and even under the billowing robes, they had a large gut. The figure with their free hand, threw the hood back, and Kara gasped. It was the man who had abducted her, McLaurin. He reached into his robe and Kara feared the worst. McLaurin pulled out a water bottle and Kara felt relief flow through her tired body.
“Thirsty?” He asked, popping the squirt top on the bottle. Kara’s eyes narrowed and looked at him suspiciously, even though she finally realized how thirsty she was. McLaurin noticed her look and gave a small chuckle.
“Oh, dear girl,” he said with a smile, “Don’t worry. You are of no use to us dead.”
McLaurin raised up the bottle and Kara sighed, opening up her mouth. McLaurin squeezed the bottle and a jet of water shot into her mouth. Kara never had water taste so sweet and she swallowed what she could down, some of the water running down her small chin. After some time, McLaurin stopped squeezing and put the bottle back away within his crimson robes, and started to walk away. Kara’s eyes went wide.
“Wait, wait!” She exclaimed, “Why am I here? Please, let me go. What do you want with me?”
McLaurin stopped and turned around.
“Don’t worry,” McLaurin said, “The Dark Lord will be here soon to explain everything.”
Kara just looked at him confused as he turned back around and started walking back down the corridor, the light fading with each step until it was just an orange speck in the distance and Kara was once again left alone in the dark with her thoughts, and the constant dripping.
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Gerard looked down at the ground as he sat outside, the sun slowly going down over the horizon, painting the sky with red, orange, and purple hues. Gerard wasn’t enjoying that, though, as he stared down at the red stones that made up the area around his pool. They were littered with cigarette butts. He had taken up smoking again after trying hard to quit. The patch never worked for him, it gave him anxiety. Gerry had tried vaping, but they outlawed the only ones he liked and he wasn’t about to pay an arm and a leg to buy pods from Russia. He had tried everything. Cold turkey, hypnosis, everything short of a lobotomy.
But yeah, he had taken it up again after a brief hiatus. In fact, he had one clenched between his pointer and middle finger right now.
Gerry was waiting to hear anything from Amanda, who was trying to discover Kara’s whereabouts. Ba’lal had been conspicuously absent. Gerard had thought the demi-god would have wanted to taunt him, but him going completely silent had driven Gerard even crazier than taunting him would have.
Amanda had told him to relax and focus on wrestling for now. Try to take his mind off of it. Easier said than done when the love of your life is being held captive be a crazed supernatural being and his power hungry followers. Gerard had been debating even showing up for Trauma this week. It was just going to be one of those random cluster fuck matches that PCW brass loved to book. Put everyone important into one match and see what would happen. Usually, Gerard would be salivating at the chance to inflict harm on both Grimm and Stromm at one time. But his heart just wasn’t in it this go around.
Gerry couldn’t leave David alone though. He knew all these relics of the “good ol’ day” would probably try to gang up on the two members of Pandaemonium. Teach the young upstarts a lesson about wanting to advance their careers in the business.
Stormm, the absentee World champ. The man who couldn’t be bothered to show up for two months in the middle of a title reign. A guy who will more than likely become the longest reigning World Champion of all time with five title defenses in over a year.
Grimm, a man whose whole credence was “his way or the highway”. PCW needed to be exactly as Grimm wanted it to be or he was unhappy. And you didn’t want Grimm unhappy or he might tell a story about a badger in the woods who ran into a lion, or some other made up story from a dusty book on a shelf in Hangtown. Seriously, in twenty-twenty there was a place called Hangtown. And nobody has cancelled Grimm yet?!
Loki, the failed PCW President who, on a whim, abused his power and gave himself a title shot at the North American title. And nothing was said about it! Everyone was just like, “lol okay”. God forbid we talk about it, let alone have an investigation into what was a blatant abuse of power while he was the President of a publicly traded company.
Rick Majors, the man who despite everyone's best efforts, refuses to die. The Genesis Champion. A man Gerard used to look up to in the business for giving whoever told him he couldn’t do something, the middle finger by going and doing it better than anyone else. This current Rick Majors was a shell of his former self, yet he was still a champion somehow.
David Hunter, the man that should be the Deadly Rumble winner. The man that was screwed out of his chance at the spotlight by the politics of PCW.
These were the men Gerard had to contend with, on a day where he knew his heart wouldn’t be fully in it. The sun had gone down even further at this point. Gerard lifted the cigarette to his lips and took a long drag, the cherry getting brighter. Gerard would show up, he always did. But did he care much about this match right now?
Nope, he thought as he flicked the cigarette, sending it end over end into the twilight.
Kara decided struggling was no use so she decided to do the next best thing.
“Help!,” she screamed out, “Help me!”
Kara screamed out as loud as she could but the only thing she heard back was an echo. Still she yelled until her throat started to hurt and her voice became raspy. She hung her head as she caught her breath, the echo of her screams dying out, leaving her in the dark with just the slow dripping of water on stone. Kara felt tears welling up as frustration took a hold of her. She felt as if she would be stuck here, at the mercy of some crazy man. That’s when out of the corner of her eye she saw a flicker of light. She turned her head and saw a faint light coming out of the darkness, growing closer to her. As it grew closer she could see the light illuminating a corridor.
Kara held her breath, wondering if this was help or something worse. She could now see clearly that it was someone in a red robe, holding a torch as they strode towards her. Kara could start making out things in the cave now. She saw varying sizes of stalagmites and stalactites. Kara looked up and saw the huge iron chains keeping her in place on the wall. She looked back to the figure in the red cloak as they drew closer. The figure drew even closer and stopped in front of her. Kara had to squint as the flame from the torch hurt her eyes that have been trying to see in pitch black for the last forty-five minutes. After her eyes adjusted she looked down at the hooded figure. She noticed her was short and even under the billowing robes, they had a large gut. The figure with their free hand, threw the hood back, and Kara gasped. It was the man who had abducted her, McLaurin. He reached into his robe and Kara feared the worst. McLaurin pulled out a water bottle and Kara felt relief flow through her tired body.
“Thirsty?” He asked, popping the squirt top on the bottle. Kara’s eyes narrowed and looked at him suspiciously, even though she finally realized how thirsty she was. McLaurin noticed her look and gave a small chuckle.
“Oh, dear girl,” he said with a smile, “Don’t worry. You are of no use to us dead.”
McLaurin raised up the bottle and Kara sighed, opening up her mouth. McLaurin squeezed the bottle and a jet of water shot into her mouth. Kara never had water taste so sweet and she swallowed what she could down, some of the water running down her small chin. After some time, McLaurin stopped squeezing and put the bottle back away within his crimson robes, and started to walk away. Kara’s eyes went wide.
“Wait, wait!” She exclaimed, “Why am I here? Please, let me go. What do you want with me?”
McLaurin stopped and turned around.
“Don’t worry,” McLaurin said, “The Dark Lord will be here soon to explain everything.”
Kara just looked at him confused as he turned back around and started walking back down the corridor, the light fading with each step until it was just an orange speck in the distance and Kara was once again left alone in the dark with her thoughts, and the constant dripping.
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Gerard looked down at the ground as he sat outside, the sun slowly going down over the horizon, painting the sky with red, orange, and purple hues. Gerard wasn’t enjoying that, though, as he stared down at the red stones that made up the area around his pool. They were littered with cigarette butts. He had taken up smoking again after trying hard to quit. The patch never worked for him, it gave him anxiety. Gerry had tried vaping, but they outlawed the only ones he liked and he wasn’t about to pay an arm and a leg to buy pods from Russia. He had tried everything. Cold turkey, hypnosis, everything short of a lobotomy.
But yeah, he had taken it up again after a brief hiatus. In fact, he had one clenched between his pointer and middle finger right now.
Gerry was waiting to hear anything from Amanda, who was trying to discover Kara’s whereabouts. Ba’lal had been conspicuously absent. Gerard had thought the demi-god would have wanted to taunt him, but him going completely silent had driven Gerard even crazier than taunting him would have.
Amanda had told him to relax and focus on wrestling for now. Try to take his mind off of it. Easier said than done when the love of your life is being held captive be a crazed supernatural being and his power hungry followers. Gerard had been debating even showing up for Trauma this week. It was just going to be one of those random cluster fuck matches that PCW brass loved to book. Put everyone important into one match and see what would happen. Usually, Gerard would be salivating at the chance to inflict harm on both Grimm and Stromm at one time. But his heart just wasn’t in it this go around.
Gerry couldn’t leave David alone though. He knew all these relics of the “good ol’ day” would probably try to gang up on the two members of Pandaemonium. Teach the young upstarts a lesson about wanting to advance their careers in the business.
Stormm, the absentee World champ. The man who couldn’t be bothered to show up for two months in the middle of a title reign. A guy who will more than likely become the longest reigning World Champion of all time with five title defenses in over a year.
Grimm, a man whose whole credence was “his way or the highway”. PCW needed to be exactly as Grimm wanted it to be or he was unhappy. And you didn’t want Grimm unhappy or he might tell a story about a badger in the woods who ran into a lion, or some other made up story from a dusty book on a shelf in Hangtown. Seriously, in twenty-twenty there was a place called Hangtown. And nobody has cancelled Grimm yet?!
Loki, the failed PCW President who, on a whim, abused his power and gave himself a title shot at the North American title. And nothing was said about it! Everyone was just like, “lol okay”. God forbid we talk about it, let alone have an investigation into what was a blatant abuse of power while he was the President of a publicly traded company.
Rick Majors, the man who despite everyone's best efforts, refuses to die. The Genesis Champion. A man Gerard used to look up to in the business for giving whoever told him he couldn’t do something, the middle finger by going and doing it better than anyone else. This current Rick Majors was a shell of his former self, yet he was still a champion somehow.
David Hunter, the man that should be the Deadly Rumble winner. The man that was screwed out of his chance at the spotlight by the politics of PCW.
These were the men Gerard had to contend with, on a day where he knew his heart wouldn’t be fully in it. The sun had gone down even further at this point. Gerard lifted the cigarette to his lips and took a long drag, the cherry getting brighter. Gerard would show up, he always did. But did he care much about this match right now?
Nope, he thought as he flicked the cigarette, sending it end over end into the twilight.