Post by Giovanni on May 26, 2022 15:17:22 GMT -5
As long legs strode into the atelier of the artistic genius named Giovanni, the actual genius himself wasn’t around for a change. In fact, the atelier hasn’t seen the love of the artistic talents of Giovanni in a long time.
Ah popsicles, Giovanni isn’t here either! Calliope exclaims as she looked around.
In tow, Larry Livingstone, for a change not covered head to toe in medical equipment for yet another grift the litigious one was known for. Instead, Larry seemed to be well dressed for a change, dressed for business. In fact, he’s so business he’s even holding a folder with documents inside of it.
Are these some of Mr. G’s unfinished masterpieces? the lawyer ponders out loud, questioning Calliope indirectly.
He’d let his eyes fall onto a few works, a half-naked anonymous woman that was quickly met by Calliope covering it up with a tarp so that the rating of this promo wouldn’t go up. Another piece could only be described as “Baby in a minefield 2: Electric Boogaloo”, the hit sequel to the ‘smash hit’ original that had put Giovanni on the map.
For better or worse.
Giovanni doesn’t like his unfinished work to be seen by anybody but himself. His genius should only be enjoyed when it is finished and ready to be shown to the world. Calliope explains somewhat nervously.
You’re completely right, my beautiful muse. The reason these works are unfinished is because I haven’t yet found the inspiration to make them perfect, just yet... the voice of Giovanni would suddenly ring out behind the two.
Calliope looked shocked, somewhat surprised, and many parts troubled at Giovanni stepping into his atelier after many months away from it.
Are you sure you want to come in? I know you still struggle so much with your creative blocks! Calliope would quickly move towards Giovanni, lightly tugging him to go back out of the room.
But Giovanni seemed undeterred, and in fact somewhat receptive to being where he was right now.
It’s all good, my dear Calliope. It was time that I came face to face with my mortality, with the fragility that is the creative mind… I have perhaps been afraid, maybe ran away from the truth that I am unable to put a pencil to paper, let alone a brush to canvas. he’d say, sounded somewhat defeated in his tone.
Stepping further into the atelier, the smell of dried up paint and stale air came together to further solidify the fact he hadn’t been here since… Well… Since before these promos had started to be written by a writer whose clearly unfocused and trying to throw shit against the wall himself.
Are those the documents I asked for, Larry? Giovanni’s finger would point towards the folder.
Larry was quick to nod in agreement, eagerly moving towards Giovanni to further say it.
Yes they are, Mr. G. I don’t know why you wanted this contract to be set up, but I am not a man that doubts your genius, or the generous stipend you give me for my services. he’d lavishly say as he handed over the document.
Calliope seemed a bit confused, and tried to look in on the documents.
What’s this? Wait, you want to fight Malachite Minj?! she’d exclaim in surprise. And it’s going to be a title match, too? she added.
Giovanni let out a little sigh, but his smile didn’t fade as he ran his hand across Calliope’s scalp.
It is true, I am challenging that forgotten loser Malachite Minj. Because I have unfinished business with the man… cat… or whatever the hell that twink thinks he might be at any given time. Because thanks to that man, I suffered the ignominy of defeat the first time in Project: Honor. And whilst I can safely say that bitter defeat steeled me for future conquests, including my inevitable victory over Casanova English to win the Warriors Rising title, the fact has never sat right with me…
Stepping into his atelier, he’d open up his storage to pull out an empty canvas, once more to the shock of the two people close by who hadn’t seen him put brush to canvas in ages.
Minj is below me, he has always been. The fact that I was forced to work with him in my first official match on Proving Ground, it’s a slight against me that I have never forgotten, nor will ever excuse the biased management of this company for giving me. The fact that I lost, completely without my involvement, is an unacceptable permutation. he’d ramble, as he put the canvas on the easel and grabbed a few brushes and paints.
So you want to fight him to prove a point and send a message? Larry queried as he inspected Giovanni’s preparations.
Giovanni nodded along sagely at the words of his lawyer, and he quickly starts to put strokes of paint onto the canvas at lightning speed, but with precision and care that only a master of the arts could employ.
Maybe in a way. But I doubt Minj is bright enough to even remember being covered in pig shit, let alone remember the hatred I bear towards him… He’s not going to be the person getting the message, he’s going to be the person that becomes the message. he’d say, the tone in his voice become darker and more malicious.
Stopping for a second, he’d have made a faint outlay of a wrestling ring with Malachite Minj lying bloodied in the middle of it.
Or better said, he will be my canvas upon which I will create a new masterpiece. For the match I challenged him to won’t be an ordinary match nobody will care for, it will be a match of my design, of my brilliance… It will be an “Artist’s Atelier Match”. Giovanni would reveal, proud as a peacock at his alliterative abilities.
Giovanni would continue putting brush to canvas, but as more and more paint went from brush to canvas it was clear that the quality was lacking, it was rough, crude, and shocking to look at for the people that had known better from him.
But why him? Why this type of match? Calliope asked as the young woman had forced herself to look away from the ‘art’ Giovanni was producing in front of her.
Stopping once more, a vague rendition of Giovanni holding the Warriors Rising title was added to the scene. Crude lines that only spoke to confirm the worries of many in the art world, that Giovanni was completely creatively blocked.
Because I need to go back to the reason why I am here. And Malachite Minj, for all intents, is the closest I can get to the starting point of my story in this company, in this vile business. No longer will I make jokes whilst forgetting why I am here, no longer will I run beyond my goals. I will focus on what’s important to me, my original goals, and achieving those goals without distraction.
Stopping his efforts at painting, Giovanni shook his head as the first sight of frustration and desperation sank into his features. He’d look at Larry, as he knew Calliope didn’t have the heart to experience the situation.
Burn this. he’d tell Larry, with a clear tone in his voice that it wasn’t something for him to do later.
It had to be out of his sight immediately. But in Larry’s absence it did leave Giovanni alone with Calliope for a few moments.
Taking Calliope’s hands in his, he’d move her eyes to face his. I started this to find my art again, and after months of messing around, I have not been able to find an improvement of my situation just yet. So I will be doing this match to find my focus yet again, to bring myself back to basics, and to become the artiste that this business needs, but most importantly… To be the artiste that is worthy of a muse such as yourself. he’d tell her, almost romantically so.
Calliope, naturally, took it the wrong way immediately and assumed it was a profession of love when it was merely a profession from a man that needed a muse around him for purely artistic reasons.
So be strong for me, be my support, and help me turn that pathetic Malachite Minj into a message for the world… That Giovanni the artist is coming back, whether or not the world is ready for it. Perhaps the catharsis I will feel defeating the man will reignite a spark of genius inside of me, and together we can go back to making the world beautiful again.
Calliope would barely be able to hold back her tears, but with a bright and blinding smile she’d nod along to the plan.
Oh Giovanni, I am so happy to hear you say all of this. And I promise you I will help you every step of the way, so that you can become the artiste once more that I always knew you were. she’d say in near child like glee.
Turning around, Giovanni would pick up the document and pick up a brush with crimson red paint. With a final smile, he’d artistically spun his initials underneath it.
I’m sorry Minj, you might’ve thought you were a bigger part in this, but you will be a perfect canvas for me to paint a masterpiece on… So be happy one match in your career will have mattered, knowing that you were part one of Giovanni’s return to artistic brilliance on top of his competitive brilliance.
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