Post by Brandon Hendrix on Sept 10, 2021 11:00:27 GMT -5
~The Nottingham Forest in Milan, Italy is packed to ceiling with hardcore sports fans repping their football jerseys and wrestling shirts enjoying the Sin episode of Revolution1. During the Nanovirus and Jin Min-Jun matchup, the bar door opens up and someone in the crowd notices who enters, telling people and those people tell other people until the entire room is silent and staring in awe at the doorway of the door. The sight of one of Italy's most famous professional wrestlers and current Revolution1 wrestler, Angelo. He has his hair tied in a ponytail, black leather jacket, blue Denim jeans, pair of red and black Air Jordan Retro High OGs, gold watch on his left wrist, and a gold chain around his neck. He enters the bar, examining his surroundings with all the people attending the bar right now, not sure if he'll get the hero's return he wishes for or if he lost the respect of his home nation.~
"......Vai Juventus" (Go Juventus)
~A few moments after saying this, the bar attendees cheer loudly, which gets a sigh of relief from Angelo. He walks through the middle of the cheering crowd and he makes it to an empty table in the far corner of the bar. He sits down on the stool and places his arms on the table and rests his head into the table. Shortly after, a petite blonde lady walks over with a beer bottle and places it on the table.~
"Fammi indovinare, mettilo sul tuo conto Angelo?" (Let me guess, put it on your tab Angelo?)
"Eh... mi conosci così bene Emily. Qui." (Huh.... you know me so well Emily. Here.)
~Angelo reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a bill. He slides it over to her and she takes it, opening it up to see it's a hundred dollar bill. She smiles and takes it walking off, leaving Angelo to drink from his beer in the view of the camera. He looks up and sees the match on the television, watching his creation being used by someone else, forcing a deep sigh from Angelo as he takes a hit from his beer before setting it down, looking down at the table in the process.~
"Ora ora, Angelo, perché sei così giù questa volta?" (Now Angelo, why are you so down this time?)
~Angelo looks up and sees an older male standing before him, which gets a smile from Angelo. He sets the beer on the table and stands up and the two shake hands.~
"È bello vederti Mentore Berlusconi. È passato molto tempo, signore." (Great to see you Mentor Berlusconi. It's been a long time sir.)
"Posso sedermi Angelo?" (May I sit down Angelo?)
"Certo signore. Per favore." (Of course sir. Please.)
~Angelo walks to the other seat and pulls it out for Mister Berlusconi. The older male sits down and Angelo sits in front of him.~
"Cosa ti porta qui, signore?" (What brings you here, sir?)
"Andrò al sodo Angelo. Ti ho osservato negli ultimi due anni. Non hai più quel fuoco come quando eri più giovane. Non hai più fame." (I'll cut to the chase Angelo. I've been watching you these past couple of years. You don't have that fire anymore like you did when you were younger. You're not hungry anymore.)
"Senti mentore Berlusconi, so che stai cercando di farmi andare avanti, conosco questo trucco perché l'ho fatto ai miei studenti. Ma ho ancora quel fuoco. Ho ancora fame di altro. Posso ancora andare come allora." (Look Mentor Berlusconi, I know you're trying to get me going, I know this trick because I pulled it on my students. But I still got that fire. I am still hungry for more. I can still go like I did then.)
~Mister Berlusconi nods before hitting Angelo with a quick jab to the throat. Angelo falls backwards from his chair and lands on the floor, grabbing ahold of his throat before looking up at his mentor. He gasps as he is caught off guard by this and lets out a violent cough.~
"What the hell was that for?!?"
"Because young Angelo, you are not who you were back then. You are not that young kid who was undeniably the future of professional wrestling. Now, you're nothing."
"Nothing?!? I'm a Hall Of Famer! I paved the way for kids like those in Project Honor to be where they are today!"
"This isn't the past anymore Angelo!"
"THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE?!?"
~Mister Berlusconi stands up and walks over to his fallen student. He kneels down besides Angelo.~
"To help you. You will never go back to how you were back in your younger days, but to get you to be better in your older days. You fought with your body when it was younger, now you must fight with your mind. You're one of the smartest in-ring talents to step inside a ring. I've watched you take wrestlers who were green and carried them to their breakout performances. You're a ring general. I'm going to train you to be the Grizzled Veteran."
~Angelo says nothing but stares at the ground as Mister Berlusconi holds his hand out to Angelo. He looks up and his eyes meet his mentor's before their hands meet and Mister Berlusconi helps Angelo to his feet. Angelo looks at Mister Berlusconi and nods before allowing his mentor to leave first.~
{Later That Day}
~An old Volkswagen Transporter arrives in front of a small house.~
"You still live here?"
"Ovviamente. Perché cambiare ciò che non è rotto?" (Of course. Why change what isn't broken?)
"Yeah I guess so."
~Angelo and Mister Berlusconi exit the van and enter the house. Angelo looks around as Mister Berlusconi walks pass him.~
"You know where the bedroom is. We'll start tomorrow."
"Right…. Buonanotte signor Berlusconi." (Goodnight Mister Berlusconi)
~Angelo steps into the room and pulls the curtain closed.
{Four AM The Next Morning}
~Angelo is deep asleep but is immediately woken up by a bucket of ice water dumped on him by Mister Berlusconi. Angelo jolts up, spit watering and wiping his face.~
"God damnit…. Why?"
"It's time to train."
"Then couldn't you of woken me up a normal way?"
"Quit complaining and let's go."
~Angelo sits up and shakes his head. He gets dressed and the two leave. Shortly after, they arrive at a local gym. Mister Berlusconi makes Angelo go the distance: makes him run two miles, lift three hundred pounds for six reps, kick box a punching bag for six hours. Afterwards, Angelo is sitting on the floor, completely drenched in sweat as Mister Berlusconi tosses a water bottle at Angelo.~
".... fuc...fucking christ…. I should o.. of stayed retired.."
"Now… who's your opponents?"
"Their names are…"
~Angelo takes a chug from the water bottle~
"Sorry… Noah Hope, Cole Madden, and Keno."
"These people, are they good?"
"From what I heard. They made it farther than I did in this company so they should be good."
"Are you concerned?"
"Well…. Yes. My return didn't go as planned. I lost to a disgrace of a wrestler of all people… then my ex wife decided to show up with…. My creation was used on another human. Do you have any idea what that means? It means… I'm mortal…. I have no escape option...I have to fight like this. They're younger than me, faster than me.. hell in better condition than what I am now. If this was years ago, I'd confidently say I'd win easily… but can't anymore say that same claim."
"I've watched them. They're is fueled by temper. You have to control the fight, play on the defensive side of the match. They'll try to hit you hard, they'll try to slam you hard, but you make them waste their energy, then you have a chance of succeeding in this match up. Tell me my student, what's your goals for this company?"
"To become the World Champion… for the first time in my twenty plus year career. After winning every other championship I could, every main events, every fucking person I willingly put over just to once hold a World Championship!"
~Angelo throws his water bottle at the wall across from him, watching it explode on impact.~
"FAVORS AFTER FAVORS! MAKING SURE EACH COMPANY SUCCEEDED I NEVER GOTTEN WHAT I WAS PROMISED! YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I CAME BACK MISTER BERLUSCONI?!??! TO WIN THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!...
….. I can't die… knowing I couldn't do it."
"... You know… this is the same attitude you had when I first talked to you. You remember that conversation?"
"Heh… how could I not? My first comment to you was "Sei fatto di pietra?" (Are you made of stone?)
"Mhh yes I remember that. Nervous lad you were. But, I asked you what your goals were for professional wrestling, and it's to become World Champion and take care of your future children. Have you achieved that?"
"I believe I gave my children the best life I possibly can."
"Good. Now, we're going to get you to achieve your next goal: I promise you that I'm going to get you past these folk at Night Of Honor, get you your first ppv win in Project Honor. Then, we're going to continue training to get you to what is keeping you from retirement… the World Championship. You have my word Angelo.."
".....prendiamo a calci un po' il culo" (let's kick some ass)
~Mister Berlusconi holds his hand out to Angelo, to which Angelo accepts and stands up. Angelo tells Mister Berlusconi he'll be with him in a minute, so the mentor leaves and Angelo stands still for a moment.~
"Keno, Noah Hope, and Cole Madden… I hope y'all accepted your fates… because fate…. Well..
It's inevitable, and yours was selected. Have y'all ever been embarrassed to the point where you don't want to show up to the place you worked at for years? Shamed to show your face to people you worked along side with? Couldn't even show my face to the person who signed me, the person who mentored me, the two men I call my brothers to death. I can't even show my face to my kids. You know the pain that brings me? How I had to go and find my God to understand.
“But I will push forward relentlessly to tell the tales of the discarded with the brethren I had greatly attempted to distance myself from, even if the glass of our compass should grey on our path to finding that stability, and even if, the merit of our Survival is brought to test."
Nearly two months ago I stood under God's house, feeling his providence rip at the innards of my very being, as I attempted to justify myself for having fallen in a must-win situation. To some, I was their promised prince who clawed his way back from exile, sworn to knock the crown he bestowed off the head of his own bastard child, amending a coronation breeded in contempt out of loyalty’s dismissal. I battle with the power of God, but battle the fight of A Great.
“When Alexander The Great saw the breadth of his domain he wept, for there were no more worlds to conquer. I chose to shed no tears. I however, resorted to a differing line of action amidst a situation outside of my control - and yet I must be forced to make you shed tears Noah, Keno, Cole. Hail the Legend, Forever On."
"......Vai Juventus" (Go Juventus)
~A few moments after saying this, the bar attendees cheer loudly, which gets a sigh of relief from Angelo. He walks through the middle of the cheering crowd and he makes it to an empty table in the far corner of the bar. He sits down on the stool and places his arms on the table and rests his head into the table. Shortly after, a petite blonde lady walks over with a beer bottle and places it on the table.~
"Fammi indovinare, mettilo sul tuo conto Angelo?" (Let me guess, put it on your tab Angelo?)
"Eh... mi conosci così bene Emily. Qui." (Huh.... you know me so well Emily. Here.)
~Angelo reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a bill. He slides it over to her and she takes it, opening it up to see it's a hundred dollar bill. She smiles and takes it walking off, leaving Angelo to drink from his beer in the view of the camera. He looks up and sees the match on the television, watching his creation being used by someone else, forcing a deep sigh from Angelo as he takes a hit from his beer before setting it down, looking down at the table in the process.~
"Ora ora, Angelo, perché sei così giù questa volta?" (Now Angelo, why are you so down this time?)
~Angelo looks up and sees an older male standing before him, which gets a smile from Angelo. He sets the beer on the table and stands up and the two shake hands.~
"È bello vederti Mentore Berlusconi. È passato molto tempo, signore." (Great to see you Mentor Berlusconi. It's been a long time sir.)
"Posso sedermi Angelo?" (May I sit down Angelo?)
"Certo signore. Per favore." (Of course sir. Please.)
~Angelo walks to the other seat and pulls it out for Mister Berlusconi. The older male sits down and Angelo sits in front of him.~
"Cosa ti porta qui, signore?" (What brings you here, sir?)
"Andrò al sodo Angelo. Ti ho osservato negli ultimi due anni. Non hai più quel fuoco come quando eri più giovane. Non hai più fame." (I'll cut to the chase Angelo. I've been watching you these past couple of years. You don't have that fire anymore like you did when you were younger. You're not hungry anymore.)
"Senti mentore Berlusconi, so che stai cercando di farmi andare avanti, conosco questo trucco perché l'ho fatto ai miei studenti. Ma ho ancora quel fuoco. Ho ancora fame di altro. Posso ancora andare come allora." (Look Mentor Berlusconi, I know you're trying to get me going, I know this trick because I pulled it on my students. But I still got that fire. I am still hungry for more. I can still go like I did then.)
~Mister Berlusconi nods before hitting Angelo with a quick jab to the throat. Angelo falls backwards from his chair and lands on the floor, grabbing ahold of his throat before looking up at his mentor. He gasps as he is caught off guard by this and lets out a violent cough.~
"What the hell was that for?!?"
"Because young Angelo, you are not who you were back then. You are not that young kid who was undeniably the future of professional wrestling. Now, you're nothing."
"Nothing?!? I'm a Hall Of Famer! I paved the way for kids like those in Project Honor to be where they are today!"
"This isn't the past anymore Angelo!"
"THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE?!?"
~Mister Berlusconi stands up and walks over to his fallen student. He kneels down besides Angelo.~
"To help you. You will never go back to how you were back in your younger days, but to get you to be better in your older days. You fought with your body when it was younger, now you must fight with your mind. You're one of the smartest in-ring talents to step inside a ring. I've watched you take wrestlers who were green and carried them to their breakout performances. You're a ring general. I'm going to train you to be the Grizzled Veteran."
~Angelo says nothing but stares at the ground as Mister Berlusconi holds his hand out to Angelo. He looks up and his eyes meet his mentor's before their hands meet and Mister Berlusconi helps Angelo to his feet. Angelo looks at Mister Berlusconi and nods before allowing his mentor to leave first.~
{Later That Day}
~An old Volkswagen Transporter arrives in front of a small house.~
"You still live here?"
"Ovviamente. Perché cambiare ciò che non è rotto?" (Of course. Why change what isn't broken?)
"Yeah I guess so."
~Angelo and Mister Berlusconi exit the van and enter the house. Angelo looks around as Mister Berlusconi walks pass him.~
"You know where the bedroom is. We'll start tomorrow."
"Right…. Buonanotte signor Berlusconi." (Goodnight Mister Berlusconi)
~Angelo steps into the room and pulls the curtain closed.
{Four AM The Next Morning}
~Angelo is deep asleep but is immediately woken up by a bucket of ice water dumped on him by Mister Berlusconi. Angelo jolts up, spit watering and wiping his face.~
"God damnit…. Why?"
"It's time to train."
"Then couldn't you of woken me up a normal way?"
"Quit complaining and let's go."
~Angelo sits up and shakes his head. He gets dressed and the two leave. Shortly after, they arrive at a local gym. Mister Berlusconi makes Angelo go the distance: makes him run two miles, lift three hundred pounds for six reps, kick box a punching bag for six hours. Afterwards, Angelo is sitting on the floor, completely drenched in sweat as Mister Berlusconi tosses a water bottle at Angelo.~
".... fuc...fucking christ…. I should o.. of stayed retired.."
"Now… who's your opponents?"
"Their names are…"
~Angelo takes a chug from the water bottle~
"Sorry… Noah Hope, Cole Madden, and Keno."
"These people, are they good?"
"From what I heard. They made it farther than I did in this company so they should be good."
"Are you concerned?"
"Well…. Yes. My return didn't go as planned. I lost to a disgrace of a wrestler of all people… then my ex wife decided to show up with…. My creation was used on another human. Do you have any idea what that means? It means… I'm mortal…. I have no escape option...I have to fight like this. They're younger than me, faster than me.. hell in better condition than what I am now. If this was years ago, I'd confidently say I'd win easily… but can't anymore say that same claim."
"I've watched them. They're is fueled by temper. You have to control the fight, play on the defensive side of the match. They'll try to hit you hard, they'll try to slam you hard, but you make them waste their energy, then you have a chance of succeeding in this match up. Tell me my student, what's your goals for this company?"
"To become the World Champion… for the first time in my twenty plus year career. After winning every other championship I could, every main events, every fucking person I willingly put over just to once hold a World Championship!"
~Angelo throws his water bottle at the wall across from him, watching it explode on impact.~
"FAVORS AFTER FAVORS! MAKING SURE EACH COMPANY SUCCEEDED I NEVER GOTTEN WHAT I WAS PROMISED! YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I CAME BACK MISTER BERLUSCONI?!??! TO WIN THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!...
….. I can't die… knowing I couldn't do it."
"... You know… this is the same attitude you had when I first talked to you. You remember that conversation?"
"Heh… how could I not? My first comment to you was "Sei fatto di pietra?" (Are you made of stone?)
"Mhh yes I remember that. Nervous lad you were. But, I asked you what your goals were for professional wrestling, and it's to become World Champion and take care of your future children. Have you achieved that?"
"I believe I gave my children the best life I possibly can."
"Good. Now, we're going to get you to achieve your next goal: I promise you that I'm going to get you past these folk at Night Of Honor, get you your first ppv win in Project Honor. Then, we're going to continue training to get you to what is keeping you from retirement… the World Championship. You have my word Angelo.."
".....prendiamo a calci un po' il culo" (let's kick some ass)
~Mister Berlusconi holds his hand out to Angelo, to which Angelo accepts and stands up. Angelo tells Mister Berlusconi he'll be with him in a minute, so the mentor leaves and Angelo stands still for a moment.~
"Keno, Noah Hope, and Cole Madden… I hope y'all accepted your fates… because fate…. Well..
It's inevitable, and yours was selected. Have y'all ever been embarrassed to the point where you don't want to show up to the place you worked at for years? Shamed to show your face to people you worked along side with? Couldn't even show my face to the person who signed me, the person who mentored me, the two men I call my brothers to death. I can't even show my face to my kids. You know the pain that brings me? How I had to go and find my God to understand.
“But I will push forward relentlessly to tell the tales of the discarded with the brethren I had greatly attempted to distance myself from, even if the glass of our compass should grey on our path to finding that stability, and even if, the merit of our Survival is brought to test."
Nearly two months ago I stood under God's house, feeling his providence rip at the innards of my very being, as I attempted to justify myself for having fallen in a must-win situation. To some, I was their promised prince who clawed his way back from exile, sworn to knock the crown he bestowed off the head of his own bastard child, amending a coronation breeded in contempt out of loyalty’s dismissal. I battle with the power of God, but battle the fight of A Great.
“When Alexander The Great saw the breadth of his domain he wept, for there were no more worlds to conquer. I chose to shed no tears. I however, resorted to a differing line of action amidst a situation outside of my control - and yet I must be forced to make you shed tears Noah, Keno, Cole. Hail the Legend, Forever On."