Post by Gerard Angelo on May 3, 2021 22:21:38 GMT -5
Gerard struggled on the table, his ankles and wrists bleeding from pulling against his chains. He let out screams of anguish as figures moved around the table, wearing masks of people he knew fading in and out of the thick darkness that surrounded him. He sees caricatures of faces leaning over him.
Grimm, Stormm, David Hunter, Holden Ross, Kyle Shane, Rick Majors, Jason Willard.
Their large mouths turned up into sinister grins as they moved in and out of the darkness. He saw other faces, too. His brother Sean, his father, Jonathan, Theo. All staring down at him, judging him as he was chained, helpless, to the table.
Suddenly, he sees the twisted mask of Kara looming over him. He stares up at her, breath caught in his chest. Then in an instant she’s holding the dagger over her head.
“No, please! Don’t” he yells. But his cries fall on deaf ears as she plunges the dagger into his chest.
Gerard snaps up in bed, breathing heavy and drenched in a cold sweat. He calms down a bit realizing it was just another nightmare. He runs his shaky hands through his sweaty hair and looks over at the digital clock reading four twenty-five in the morning. Gerry leans over and grabs his pack of cigarettes and his lighter. Sitting up in bed and pulling a pair of shorts on, he stands up and opens the sliding doors to his balcony. Pulling one of the recess filtered smokes from the pack, Gerry lights it and takes a deep drag, the ember glowing brightly.
He had been having the dream ever since the incident. In his time away Amanda and Kara had found a way to release him from the possession of Ba’lal and banish him back to the shadows. It involved a race against time and them dodging Ba’lal’s agents across the globe with the help of another Old God to find the seven sacred items to cast a spell. But no one wants to know about all that right? (wink)
Now Gerard was back in possession of his own body, but he wasn’t alone. He was scared by even the brief time his body had been a vessel for something as unclean as the Dark One. Haunted by nightmares, Gerard had started drinking and smoking more, trying to find a way to cope with the issues brought on by basically a demonic possession. He hadn’t even been able to talk to anyone about it. Amanda was on assignment by the Department of Magical Defense to help clean up the mess left by Ba’lal and his followers. Kara had left, said she needed time to process everything, and went back to Milan for her job. He had sent her a few texts but hadn’t heard anything. Gerard didn’t blame her, what they all went through would be destructive for even the most mentally tough person. He just wished there was someone he could talk to.
He sighed and took another drag. Jon was still in a coma. Sean was off “finding” himself still or whatever. Jimmy was off wherever. He sure as hell couldn’t talk to his father. Gerard twisted the cigarette out and flicked it off into the breeze. He shut the door behind him as he reentered his bedroom and noticed the light on his cell phone blinking, alerting him of a message. Going over and grabbing it, sliding his thumb across the screen. A text message from PCW. Interesting, it had been a while, he wondered if he was still employed for going AWOL. His eyes flitted across the screen as he read the short message. It simply read, LIVING A LEGACY - HOLLYWOOD BACKLOT BRAWL - MR SHOWTIME.
Gerard tosses the phone on the bed and rubs his chin, the rough hairs of his beard grinding against his fingers. Guess Pure Class really was in dire straits, pulling out an Internet Wrestling Community dream match with zero build up. With minimal build up, this match could’ve easily main evented a Mass Destruction. Two wrestlers who are also Hollywood icons going blow to blow in an all out brawl. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
Gerry didn’t know much about Michael Wryght. He knew he was a former multi-time champ, an actor, and recently tried to run for president. Well, Gerry wasn’t going to let a has-been, Jesse Ventura wannabe get one over on him. Gerard is coming off his third straight Mass Destruction main event. If he had been in his right mind, he would’ve walked out the PCW Champion. Gerard was not only a former World champ, but he won the deadly rumble, twice, and the Icemann Invitational. Something that only one other person has ever done.
Gerard was going to take all of his pain and anguish, focus it, and use it to make sure he wasn’t the one walking out of Living A Legacy a loser.
Because after all, when your gone, all that’s left is your legacy.
Grimm, Stormm, David Hunter, Holden Ross, Kyle Shane, Rick Majors, Jason Willard.
Their large mouths turned up into sinister grins as they moved in and out of the darkness. He saw other faces, too. His brother Sean, his father, Jonathan, Theo. All staring down at him, judging him as he was chained, helpless, to the table.
Suddenly, he sees the twisted mask of Kara looming over him. He stares up at her, breath caught in his chest. Then in an instant she’s holding the dagger over her head.
“No, please! Don’t” he yells. But his cries fall on deaf ears as she plunges the dagger into his chest.
Gerard snaps up in bed, breathing heavy and drenched in a cold sweat. He calms down a bit realizing it was just another nightmare. He runs his shaky hands through his sweaty hair and looks over at the digital clock reading four twenty-five in the morning. Gerry leans over and grabs his pack of cigarettes and his lighter. Sitting up in bed and pulling a pair of shorts on, he stands up and opens the sliding doors to his balcony. Pulling one of the recess filtered smokes from the pack, Gerry lights it and takes a deep drag, the ember glowing brightly.
He had been having the dream ever since the incident. In his time away Amanda and Kara had found a way to release him from the possession of Ba’lal and banish him back to the shadows. It involved a race against time and them dodging Ba’lal’s agents across the globe with the help of another Old God to find the seven sacred items to cast a spell. But no one wants to know about all that right? (wink)
Now Gerard was back in possession of his own body, but he wasn’t alone. He was scared by even the brief time his body had been a vessel for something as unclean as the Dark One. Haunted by nightmares, Gerard had started drinking and smoking more, trying to find a way to cope with the issues brought on by basically a demonic possession. He hadn’t even been able to talk to anyone about it. Amanda was on assignment by the Department of Magical Defense to help clean up the mess left by Ba’lal and his followers. Kara had left, said she needed time to process everything, and went back to Milan for her job. He had sent her a few texts but hadn’t heard anything. Gerard didn’t blame her, what they all went through would be destructive for even the most mentally tough person. He just wished there was someone he could talk to.
He sighed and took another drag. Jon was still in a coma. Sean was off “finding” himself still or whatever. Jimmy was off wherever. He sure as hell couldn’t talk to his father. Gerard twisted the cigarette out and flicked it off into the breeze. He shut the door behind him as he reentered his bedroom and noticed the light on his cell phone blinking, alerting him of a message. Going over and grabbing it, sliding his thumb across the screen. A text message from PCW. Interesting, it had been a while, he wondered if he was still employed for going AWOL. His eyes flitted across the screen as he read the short message. It simply read, LIVING A LEGACY - HOLLYWOOD BACKLOT BRAWL - MR SHOWTIME.
Gerard tosses the phone on the bed and rubs his chin, the rough hairs of his beard grinding against his fingers. Guess Pure Class really was in dire straits, pulling out an Internet Wrestling Community dream match with zero build up. With minimal build up, this match could’ve easily main evented a Mass Destruction. Two wrestlers who are also Hollywood icons going blow to blow in an all out brawl. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
Gerry didn’t know much about Michael Wryght. He knew he was a former multi-time champ, an actor, and recently tried to run for president. Well, Gerry wasn’t going to let a has-been, Jesse Ventura wannabe get one over on him. Gerard is coming off his third straight Mass Destruction main event. If he had been in his right mind, he would’ve walked out the PCW Champion. Gerard was not only a former World champ, but he won the deadly rumble, twice, and the Icemann Invitational. Something that only one other person has ever done.
Gerard was going to take all of his pain and anguish, focus it, and use it to make sure he wasn’t the one walking out of Living A Legacy a loser.
Because after all, when your gone, all that’s left is your legacy.