Post by Giovanni on Mar 30, 2022 15:04:17 GMT -5
The championship dream had been fulfilled by Giovanni as the artist had collected their first ‘wrestling’ gold. With such critical success, it was only natural that one would make sure to celebrate appropriately.
Although some would say that two weeks of celebration is a bit gauche and tasteless, they would all be very wrong.
Giovanni, wake up. You slept in way too late! the voice of Calliope drilled through what remained of the sleepy haze.
Giovanni would roll out of bed, the taste of what had to be a full bottle of cava still emanating from his throat. He wasn’t a heavy drinker, his body was an artpiece, but even a sculptor such as he was could try some earthly libations from time to time.
Calliope, why do you remove me from my beautiful slumber. I had the most fantastically inspirational dream. Giovanni spoke rubbing the part of his forehead that buzzed angrily from alcohol and dehydration.
Getting on his knees, he’d extend an arm across the bed and smile warmly at the feeling of his most precious, pulling the Warrior Rising Title back into his arm, cradling the piece of art he had spent so much toil to achieve.
His muse quirked and eyebrow as she looked at the sight of Giovanni and the belt in an endless embrace, and she’d slowly cough politely.
You went to bed with your belt? she’d ask, in dry confusion.
Of course, me and this piece of art have a connection that is inseparable. I would never want to be without it anymore, for I have found out the ecstasy that comes with this gold. he’d wax poetically, pulling himself onto the side of the bed.
Ecstasy? Don’t tell me you… A light blush appeared on Calliope’s face as she tried to decipher the ramblings of Giovanni.
It would take a few seconds for Giovanni to parse the question from Calliope, but he’d quickly jump up and hold his belt on his shoulders like one would cradle a baby.
Calliope! Don’t think of me of some sort of lecherous pervert! This belt is prestigious, and I aim to bring it more prestige, not steal its innocence with debauchery! Giovanni spoke with a look of abject horror on his face at the sheer implication. I expected better of you, my muse! he’d add in indignation.
Putting a hand on his head, Giovanni would be hard pressed to say much about the past weeks, they had been a proverbial blur as he had put down Casanova English’s reign in perfect fashion with no blemish to defraud the legacy of the belt.
Now, I hope you have a good reason to rouse me from my sleep, Calliope. I need my rest to face that bastard Lil’ Petey when I will make him grovel at my feet for the embarrassment, he forced upon me. He might’ve escaped me last time, but this time I will get my hands on him.
Quirking an eyebrow again, Calliope would turn around and look out the window as Giovanni would get dressed. It wasn’t as if she had never seen him change clothes, but she was mightily shy about such things still, especially with Giovanni’s affections and attention always being everywhere but with her.
Well actually, did you forget you have a tag match with Casanova English? Against those other four, I think the two champions and their own challengers? Calliope would bring up.
The sound of Giovanni falling over would make Calliope turn around to see what happened, and it was only a case of the artist falling ass over feet across the room, his eyes squinting and red.
I have to work together with that slimy rat to face others?! What the hell is this ‘Can they co-exist’ bullshit Indy Darling is forcing me into?! Giovanni said, his face reddened in anger and indignation once more.
Getting to his feet, he’d managed to slip on his pants already. To Calliope’s joy she’d get a glimpse of his abs before they’d vanish underneath a gaudy shirt that was shinier than a chrome buick.
No wait, I get it. This is that bastard Petey’s doing, using his bullshit politics to keep me busy and avoid facing me even longer. Typical, really. And it shows that even with this beautiful belt of mine, even whilst being an artistical trailblazer, that my struggles haven’t ended yet. he’d say in frustration.
Picking through the junk pile that was his penthouse room, he’d find a phone, but he’d click his teeth in frustration as the charge was zero.
I’ll have to inform Levy later, we need to add a few more demands to the list because this company has it out for visionaries like us. he’d think out loud as he tossed his phone away.
Giovanni would rub his forehead once more as he did his best to keep the hangover at bay, but it was a losing battle.
Uhm… Let’s just have breakfast… or I guess it’s lunch now to figure things out. Calliope proposed in her eternal grace and wisdom. I can make your favourite? she’d add bashfully.
Giovanni nodded along to the idea of food in his stomach, and taking the belt he’d shuffle towards the door.
Are you going to bring that belt everywhere with you now? Calliope wondered out loud.
Stopping for a second, Giovanni would turn and let out a small disarming laugh before putting his hand onto Calliope’s cheek.
It’s okay, Calliope. I understand that as my muse this time might be a bit confusing for you, after all, I have gotten this beautiful title to give me even more inspiration than before. But even though I’ll make sure this title is always close by, you will always be my muse and there’s nothing that can change that… You just… have to learn to share in the inspiration. he’d say trying to soothe her worries.
Not letting his hand linger like he’d usually do; he’d turn on his heels and continue his walk towards the kitchen.
But let us enjoy some lunch now, I am absolutely starving. I need to take care of myself, so that I will be able to defy Petey’s politics as well as possible. And I can’t forget about showing that me and Casanova will NEVER co-exist, and that little sleazebag is merely just a hanger-on trying to stay relevant, knowing that there’s nothing relevant about him after I took his title and instantly made it infinitely more prestigious with my presence.
Continuing to ramble on, Giovanni would be ready for the big event coming up, at least in terms of talking the talk…
-FIN-
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