Post by Giovanni on May 12, 2022 9:59:40 GMT -5
Taking a seat in front of the camera, Giovanni would be doted over by Calliope who made sure to put on a few more wipes of blush before straightening the final bits of Giovanni’s perfect pristine white turtleneck.
Of course, the piece the resistance, the Warrior Rising title, clasped around his waist and shining brightly and proudly in the spotlight that stood behind the camera.
Good evening everyone, I hope everyone is sitting tight for a few words that I have to share with the world. he’d say in a calm, yet somewhat sombre voice that clashed with the pearly white smile.
Taking a few seconds, the camera would zoom in on his voice as if to try and spot a semblance of emotion, but before it could find one Giovanni would turn his head towards it.
After long and hard deliberation, and after a long and arduous journey in this business, I have come to the conclusion that at this point in time, it is time for me to retire. he’d say, silence befalling and some splice in gasps coming in from nothingness.
Yes, it’s true. I have given it all my sweat, all my tears, and all my brilliant artistical knowledge, but sometimes it’s best for one to take a step back and contemplate ones career, and make the hard decisions that people might not want to hear. And for me, it was time to realize that a change had to happen in my life, and therefore I come to you tonight to announce that fact.
Getting up off his seat, he’d shift the title belt on his waist to ensure it was as prominent as ever.
I know many of you will feel deep emotion, deep sorrow, realizing that you will miss some of the greatest moments that I have not yet been able to give. But the truth is that simpletons such as the ones Proving Ground has do not appreciate brilliance until it has passed them by. And that’s what I am, and will always be, a brilliant gem that shines brighter than every other dirtrock that gets clawed out of the mud.
I brought you highlights, so many that it makes my head spin, and you never appreciated them until it was too late. And that wounds me, and it has definitely made my decision significantly easier when it came down to it… After all, why toil away for the ones that refuse to appreciate the brilliance that is Giovanni, who blesses you with the sight of his muse Calliope on a bi-weekly sometimes weekly basis. Whether that was on Proving Ground or on those diabolical pay-per-view ponzi schemes thought up by the scam artists in the front office, I did my best to deliver perfection, and my Gogh, I delivered perfection every single time I stepped through the ropes! he exclaimed, a tiny droplet of sweat beading on his forehead, but Calliope was quick to step in and dab it away.
Taking a few steps around the darkened room, spotlights would shine brightly to show some of Giovanni’s greatest moments… The formation of the mega-super-ultimate DX bullet powers with Johnny Levy, defeating the deranged enigma named Lexi Gold with his ultimate invention ‘The Midas Touch’, and of course defeating Casanova English to win the gold that hangs around his waist right now.
I had a good run, I really did. But you know what they say, it was short but teeth-rottingly sweet. Your perfect artistical genius, who defied the odds by showing that wrestling can be an artform if it’s perfected by an actual artist instead of mouth breathers who think that going to a ‘wrestling school’ makes them wrestlers. Giovanni’d roll his eyes at the mere notion of it.
But every beginning has an end, and we’ve reached it… I apologize to my good friend Johnny Levy, who is undoubtedly distraught at the news I shared with him earlier today before I brought it to you… But he understands as well as me, that it was time to retire… From being a tag wrestler in Project Honor. he’d say, completely dead serious.
For a second the camera moved towards Calliope, who looked shocked and surprised and confused in equal measures, the hankerchief she was holding dropping to the floor as she tried to collect her thoughts… Or possibly realize that Giovanni had pulled her chain on his ‘retirement’ all this time.
Like true legends of tag wrestling, me and Levy went out in the best way possible. By putting someone over on our ways out, which egomaniacs like Lil Petey or Oxycodomandias can barely comprehend. We shared our vision of the future with the future, as completely devoid of talent that future may be, we put it over nonetheless. Because we care for this business more than the corrupt maniacs that are running it want us to care. We’re the martyrs of wrestling, martyrs for art and class, and in the ultimate form of spite we showed that we are better men, superior men, brilliant diamonds of artistical brilliance and outlaws of our time. Giovanni’s voice would raise, before falling silent once more.
Taking a glass from off camera, Giovanni would take an ostentatiously sizable gulp of water to quench his thirst for artistical brilliance. Before unclipping his belt and draping it over his shoulder.
But I digress, it’s time to focus on the future, life after retirement are truly the greatest years in one’s life. And I will start off my retirement by taking a step away from Proving Ground and inspecting the remnants of that trash brand called Project Underground. I don’t know where that ninja twink Gin whateverhisface has ran off to, probably back to his cave so that he doesn’t have to show his face in these parts ever again. I regret ever trying to teach that little ungrateful shit how to be artistic like me.
… But I digress, once more… It is time that I shall do something back for this business, even though it continues to try and take without giving me a just moment in the sun. For once in my career, I shall stoop lower than a man of my stature has to, by not just competing on this mudshow event called ‘emergence’, which honestly is false advertisement because none of these kids have a right to step into a ring because none have even a modicum of artistic insight like me. In fact, the fact I’m doing this unpaid and out of pure altruism is downright criminal if you ask me.
Giovanni would want to continue, but he was distracted by Calliope clearing her throat a little bit.
What is it, I’m kind of in a monologue here, my dear Muse. Giovanni would ask with the sweetest smile on his face.
Actually, you are getting paid, more than anybody else on that card, too. Calliope cleared up.
Giovanni would roll his eyes at the comment.
Well of course I’m getting paid, Calliope. I’m not a goddamn mark who works for free, but that’s not what those mouth breathers at home need to know. It’s about optics, building a narrative, telling them that I am truly the most giving performer on this card… That last part isn’t even a lie, there’s no thanks in the world sizable enough for me wasting my time on that place. Giovanni would exclaim in mild frustration towards his muse.
He'd shift the belt on his shoulder, and scoffed a little more.
And who else would you think is worth more than me on that card? Hendrix? That man couldn’t draw a dime if he had a pocket full of them. And Billy Bennett probably gets paid in used syringes. And the rest, well, they have never stacked up to my brilliance at any point in their life… So again, I not just deserve to be paid for my services, but it’s only natural that I am the best paid man that night, because else no person would want to tune into the broadcast.
Letting out a deep breath, he’d stop being frustrated and gesture towards Calliope to wipe off some more sweat from his forehead.
Anyways, let’s continue recording. he’d point at the camera after his forehead was wiped clean and Calliope had touched up his make-up to look as perfect as his craft.
Calliope would furrow her brow in confusion. What do you mean, you never said ‘cut’? she’d answer back.
Giovanni would roll his eyes once more, this time so hard that his eyes might’ve been at danger of rolling out of his head. But he stayed calm, because he had the most decorum of any person in Project Honor history.
Fine, we can just cut this out in post.
We’re shooting live, Mr. G the voice of Larry Livingstone spoke from behind the camera.
Turning around and stifling a litany of cursewords, Giovanni would face the camera again in clear frustration.
Whose brilliant idea was to air this live?! he’d exclaim in complete disbelief.
You told me earlier today you wanted to do this live for a ‘raw animalistic performance worthy of a Johnny Levy lead role’? Calliope would answer in pure innocent honesty.
As your lawyer, your muse isn’t lying, so I advise you against any slander or libel suits. Larry would pile on.
Giovanni would stomp around a little bit more, his stifled curses becoming less stifled and much more louder. But he’d keep himself from turning the live feed into an 18+ one just in time as he relies on his wiles.
Whatever, fine. I don’t give a shit, it’s true, I am getting paid because I deserve it. And also, Larry, nobody cares for your Depp/Heard lawyer references, nobody cares, they only care about me, an actual artist. And people only care about true actors, like Johnny Levy. None of this Pirates bullshit, give me a masterpiece like “Levy of Arabia” any day. he’d exclaim, deciding to forego the script entirely.
What matters is that at Emergence, I am putting this Warriors Rising belt here on the line against the man that defines this clownshow of a company. Casimir the Clown, you are getting your golden ticket, but it’ll become lead around your neck as I will drop you on it with The Midas Touch. Take your five minutes of fame in stride before you probably end up on that literal clown show called ‘Sideshow’, which I for the life of me will never, ever, attend or watch, because it just further drives the quality of this business into the mud.
Slapping the belt on his shoulder, Giovanni would shoot a frustrated glance at Calliope before regaining his calm at the sight of the beautiful muse.
So Casimir, and any idiot that somehow calls themselves a Project Underground fan, enjoy the only good match this entire brand ever had in its existence. Its last show will be the only good show, thanks to me. You’re welcome, and good night. he’d say, slightly tantrummy.
Letting a pause fall, he’d roll his eyes one final time…
Cut.
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