Post by Gerard Angelo on Jan 13, 2021 23:38:34 GMT -5
Ba’lal opened his new eyes, looking down at his new hands. So much different from the massive scaled mitts with long claws. Much smaller and delicate, yet powerful in their own way. He flexed them, his new lips curling upwards into a smirk.
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Gerard’s hand gripped the end of the ornate dagger as he slowly walked deeper into the dark cave, eyes opened wide as he tried to see inside the dark abyss. Each step was measured and slow, making sure he didn’t fall to his death. The dwarves were moving much quicker, as they were used to being deep inside the earth, their eyes letting them see as if it were high noon inside the cavern. Suddenly a flash of light appeared and Gerry could see. He looked over and saw that amanda had conjured a small floating orb of light. He nodded gratefully at the elf and continued forward, looking around. The tunnel was massive, leading deep inside the mountain. The dwarves were looking at the walls, most of them with their battle axes and warhammers resting on their shoulders, ready for action. The dwarf with the red braided beard spat on the ground, and turned towards Gerry and Amanda.
“We headin’ in the right direction,” he said, giving his long beard a tug with a thick, calloused hand. Gerard had come to realize he was the leader of the group. “Yer woman is this way, lad. We can feel her through the stone. There's others though, so be ready to use yer dagger, boy.”
Gerard gave a nod in response and the dwarf turned, spat again, and headed deeper into the cave. He looked at Amanda who nodded and they followed after.
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Ba’lal walked down the street, stretching the legs of his new body. Looking around at the people passing, smirking as not one of them was paying him any attention. Soon, though, all of them would. Every last human on earth would soon bend the knee to Ba’lal as the supreme ruler of the universe. He stopped on the sidewalk and looked up at the night sky, staring at the stars.
The other gods used to laugh at him. Used to dismiss his ideas. They too would bow to him and acknowledge him as their king.
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CRACK
Gerry winced as he heard the sickening thud of warhammer on skull again as the man in the red robe collapsed. The other dwarves dragged the body out of the way, sticking it in a dark corner of the cavern. This had been going on for the past twenty minutes, the dwarves sneaking up on Ba’lal’s followers and taking them out. He felt little remorse for them though. He knew how Ba’lal operated. These men joined him of their own volition. They were complicit. Gerry watched as the dwarf who hit the man wiped blood from the head of his hammer. He felt nothing.
Redbeard made a motion to follow him and the dwarves led Gerry and Amanda into a larger cavern. Gerard looked around and suddenly his heart dropped. Kara was there, chained to the wall. Her blonde hair was matted and greasy, her pretty face caked with dirt, but she was alive. Gerard forgot himself and ran to her. Kara’s eyes were closed and Gerry shook her, fearing the worst. Her bright blue eyes opened and she pulled away from as best she could in fear.
“Hey, relax,” he whispered. She stared at him for a minute before realization hit her.
“Gerard, is it really you?” She asked, her eyes welling with tears. He smiled and nodded.
“Don’t worry, we’re gonna get you out of here.” He said, trying to find a way to unlock the chains.
“I think not, boy.”
Gerry turned to see a fat man in a red robe, holding a staff. Gerard turned and brandished the dagger.
“Today is not the day to try me, tubby.”
The man smirks and raises the staff, it glowing brightly before it crackles, sending a bolt of lighting at Gerard.
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Ten years of Trauma.
Crazy to think of the history of PCW. Everything that has happened over the years. And here I was on the tenth anniversary show.
Wrestling four other guys in an elimination match.For what? Nothing except bragging rights.
Holden Ross.
My friend, my protege. My only running buddy left from Pandaemonium. Probably the most underrated star on the roster. A man that when he decides he wants to put it all together, will be the most dominant force in the business.
Texas Tim.
The only man who had the balls to take me up on my hundred thousand dollar offer to take care of Stormm. Yet he cared more about a ridiculous cowboy gimmick than taking wrestling seriously.
Razor Blade.
What more can be said about this man that hasn’t already been said. People snicker behind his back and label hima joke, but he’s one of the few who show up every week ready to work.
Grimm.
Superstar of the decade. The man who held the PCW title more than anyone in history. The so-called “main character” of the PCW story. The bane of my existence here in PCW. I hope it comes down to Grimm and I at the end. We have unfinished business.
I plan on being the last man standing at Trauma. If anyone has a problem with that, then do something about it. Because I’m coming to Trauma for a FIGHT.
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Gerard’s hand gripped the end of the ornate dagger as he slowly walked deeper into the dark cave, eyes opened wide as he tried to see inside the dark abyss. Each step was measured and slow, making sure he didn’t fall to his death. The dwarves were moving much quicker, as they were used to being deep inside the earth, their eyes letting them see as if it were high noon inside the cavern. Suddenly a flash of light appeared and Gerry could see. He looked over and saw that amanda had conjured a small floating orb of light. He nodded gratefully at the elf and continued forward, looking around. The tunnel was massive, leading deep inside the mountain. The dwarves were looking at the walls, most of them with their battle axes and warhammers resting on their shoulders, ready for action. The dwarf with the red braided beard spat on the ground, and turned towards Gerry and Amanda.
“We headin’ in the right direction,” he said, giving his long beard a tug with a thick, calloused hand. Gerard had come to realize he was the leader of the group. “Yer woman is this way, lad. We can feel her through the stone. There's others though, so be ready to use yer dagger, boy.”
Gerard gave a nod in response and the dwarf turned, spat again, and headed deeper into the cave. He looked at Amanda who nodded and they followed after.
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Ba’lal walked down the street, stretching the legs of his new body. Looking around at the people passing, smirking as not one of them was paying him any attention. Soon, though, all of them would. Every last human on earth would soon bend the knee to Ba’lal as the supreme ruler of the universe. He stopped on the sidewalk and looked up at the night sky, staring at the stars.
The other gods used to laugh at him. Used to dismiss his ideas. They too would bow to him and acknowledge him as their king.
==============
CRACK
Gerry winced as he heard the sickening thud of warhammer on skull again as the man in the red robe collapsed. The other dwarves dragged the body out of the way, sticking it in a dark corner of the cavern. This had been going on for the past twenty minutes, the dwarves sneaking up on Ba’lal’s followers and taking them out. He felt little remorse for them though. He knew how Ba’lal operated. These men joined him of their own volition. They were complicit. Gerry watched as the dwarf who hit the man wiped blood from the head of his hammer. He felt nothing.
Redbeard made a motion to follow him and the dwarves led Gerry and Amanda into a larger cavern. Gerard looked around and suddenly his heart dropped. Kara was there, chained to the wall. Her blonde hair was matted and greasy, her pretty face caked with dirt, but she was alive. Gerard forgot himself and ran to her. Kara’s eyes were closed and Gerry shook her, fearing the worst. Her bright blue eyes opened and she pulled away from as best she could in fear.
“Hey, relax,” he whispered. She stared at him for a minute before realization hit her.
“Gerard, is it really you?” She asked, her eyes welling with tears. He smiled and nodded.
“Don’t worry, we’re gonna get you out of here.” He said, trying to find a way to unlock the chains.
“I think not, boy.”
Gerry turned to see a fat man in a red robe, holding a staff. Gerard turned and brandished the dagger.
“Today is not the day to try me, tubby.”
The man smirks and raises the staff, it glowing brightly before it crackles, sending a bolt of lighting at Gerard.
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Ten years of Trauma.
Crazy to think of the history of PCW. Everything that has happened over the years. And here I was on the tenth anniversary show.
Wrestling four other guys in an elimination match.For what? Nothing except bragging rights.
Holden Ross.
My friend, my protege. My only running buddy left from Pandaemonium. Probably the most underrated star on the roster. A man that when he decides he wants to put it all together, will be the most dominant force in the business.
Texas Tim.
The only man who had the balls to take me up on my hundred thousand dollar offer to take care of Stormm. Yet he cared more about a ridiculous cowboy gimmick than taking wrestling seriously.
Razor Blade.
What more can be said about this man that hasn’t already been said. People snicker behind his back and label hima joke, but he’s one of the few who show up every week ready to work.
Grimm.
Superstar of the decade. The man who held the PCW title more than anyone in history. The so-called “main character” of the PCW story. The bane of my existence here in PCW. I hope it comes down to Grimm and I at the end. We have unfinished business.
I plan on being the last man standing at Trauma. If anyone has a problem with that, then do something about it. Because I’m coming to Trauma for a FIGHT.