Post by Brandon Hendrix on Jun 14, 2021 22:25:16 GMT -5
~"Angelo got Jalen locked into the Time Bomb! Wait a minute, Angelo's shoulders are on the mat! One… two… he almost lost again when trying to force someone to tap out! He needs to be more careful if he truly wants to win this match. And Jalen has no choice but to tap out! Angelo has finally secured a win here in Revolution1!"
The next day, Angelo is back home in Milan, Italy, this time, head held high in pride, saying he came back victorious. Arriving at the airport, Angelo is greeted by his mentor, Mister Berlusconi. Angelo extends his hand out which is met by Mister Berlusconi's hand for a handshake.~
"Very good young Angelo."
"Thank you sir. It feels… really , really good to come home a winner. Jalen though, he is very good. Quick as hell and very talented. Unfortunately, his talents just weren't enough for the win a couple of days ago."
"You did almost lose though Angelo."
".... What was that?"
"Pull out your telephone Angelo. Bring up the ending of your match please."
~Angelo stares directly at Mister Berlusconi, not taking his eyes off his mentor as he reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out his cellphone. He goes onto the Revolution1 YouTube page and goes to the match highlight video of his match versus Jalen Prince. The ending shows Angelo placing Jalen into the Time Bomb submission hold. Jalen gets Angelo's shoulders onto the mat and the ref counts one, two, and nearly three until Angelo rolls his shoulder up and forces Jalen Prince to submit. Angelo turns his phone off and slides it back into his pocket.~
"Isn't that how you lost to Jason?"
".....Ho vinto.... lasciamo perdere?" (I won.... let's leave it at that?)
"No Angelo. You got too comfortable going towards the ending of the match. You nearly screwed yourself again. Come, you need more training."
".... Alright alright. Fine."
"When we get there, close your eyes, I have a surprise for you."
~Mister Berlusconi gets into the van with Angelo staring at the van before looking down and chuckles.~
"Oh great. Can't wait for it to be a bunch of high schoolers to jump me again."
~Angelo places his bag in the backseat of the van before entering the passenger seat.
**Four Hours Later**
The van arrives at the same gym that Mister Berlusconi trained him the previous week before his match with Jalen Prince. Now, his upcoming match is under triple threat rules, which happens to be Angelo's first triple threat match since August of 2020. He faces new foe in Cerise and long time foe in Jason Ryan, the person who defeated Angelo in his debut. Mister Berlusconi exits the vehicle and opens the door for Angelo, who was blindfolded. He's helped out of the car and to the gym door.~
"You know I could have just closed my eyes instead of blindfolding me sir."
"You'll peak. Now wait till I remove it."
~Angelo sighs as he is brought inside the gym. Then, the blindfold comes off and Angelo stares in shock. In front of him stands a man at six foot and six inches tall, both arms covered in tattoos and the word "Death Squad" tatted on his neck.~
"T… Tony? Tony Brambilla?"
"How you doing Angelo? Been a long time, huh? Nearly ten years since we last saw each other."
~The two men get face to face before a smile breaks out on both men's faces. They laugh for a second before hugging each other. They let go as Angelo grabs ahold of Tony's shoulders for a moment.~
"Holy shit man. How have you been?"
"I've been good. Retired five years ago, been watching you wrestle every week since your big company's debuts. How's your kids doing?"
"They're fine. They're starting summer vacation soon so they'll be traveling with me on the road for their summer. Get them out of the house and to explore the world and to bring them here for the first time in their lives, so they can learn about their fathers background. How about Jenny and Timothy? God they have to be what? Teenagers, right?"
"That's right. Jenny is seventeen and Timothy is fourteen. Time surely passed by fast there."
"What brings you here?"
"Mister Berlusconi called me up and said you needed a sparring partner. And also someone to help keep you focused, because it seems like your loss of focus is what's costing you or nearly costing you matches."
"Man… couldn't even stop by to say hi?"
"Heh….. alright old timer, let's get to work."
".... But you're older than me…"
"But I don't look it or act like it. Now let's go."
~The two then enter the ring close by and go to opposite corners of the ring, facing each other. Mister Berlusconi then orders the two to spar and then the two walk towards each other and lock up with each other.
**Forty Minutes Of Sparring Later**
Angelo and Tony sit on the apron of the ring as Mister Berlusconi approaches them.~
"Very good gentlemen. You two haven't lost that sync of motion. It's just like when you two were a tag team years ago. Now, I'm going to go get lunch. You two continue to work out with each other until I get back."
~Mister Berlusconi leaves the gym, and Angelo and Tony start speaking again.~
"Hey Ang, can I ask you a question?"
"Shoot."
"Why do you continue to wrestle?"
"What do you mean? Were you not paying attention last week?"
"I did watch, but yet I don't believe you."
"What is there not to believe? I want to be the World Champion, what's not believable of that?"
"That with all your talents and gifts in the ring, you haven't won a World Championship. I honestly think it's because you don't want to win the World Title. You want yourself to lose to get pity from everyone who seems to care of what you say."
".... You think that is it? Huh? You really think I'm nothing but wanting to be pitied? You, after all these years of us losing all these Tag Team Championship matches, which is more than we won despite our seven reigns together, knowing that after every loss I dust myself off and go back for seconds. How fucking dare you even think that."
"How dare I? How dare you. I watch your matches man. In any other match or even any other title match, you put on some of the greatest performances of all time. But yet, whenever you go for a World Championship, you choke."
"You don't understand what you're talking about Tony. You have zero clue."
"Then tell me! What is it Angelo?!?"
"BECAUSE THIS IS ALL I GOT!"
~Both men look at each other in silence, Angelo fighting to hold back the tears.~
"Yeah… you're right, I do choke when it comes to fighting in these World Championship matches, and you want to know why? Because it does scare me… having that responsibility of being the main guy on my mind back then. I was scared to be that guy. That was me years ago, that's not me anymore. Back then, I did this for a paycheck. But… as time went by… this is all I wanted. I NEED professional wrestling. This is my livelihood. This is all I got. Since day one, I wanted to be the best at something, anything I could look proudly on. There is no second place in my mind. I WANT TO BE THE BEST THAT'S HOW I AM DESIGNED THERE IS NO WHAT'S AND OR BUTS ABOUT IT TONY! I NEED TO BE THE BEST SO MY SON, MY DAUGHTER CAN LIVE THEIR LIVES BETTER THAN WHAT WE FUCKING HAD GROWING UP AND FOR THEM TO BE PROUD AND PROUD OF ME BUT YOU CAN SIT THERE CONFIDENTLY AND LOOK AT ME AND SAY THAT I CHOOSE TO JEOPARDIZE EVERY SJNGLE THING I SPENT OVER TWENTY FIVE YEARS TO BUILD?!?! FUCK YOU TONY!"
"Fuck me?!?! Look at you. You're not that guy anymore! You failed against Jason Ryan because of emotions! You wanted revenge so badly that you allowed yourself to make a simple mistake and not roll your fucking shoulder off the mat. You, the man who is one of the cleanest wrestlers I've ever seen, who never makes a mistake with any move of his made a big mistake and you lost because of it. You nearly did the same mistake twice, so why should I believe in you to win this triple threat match? Actually no… don't tell me… tell the fans. I want to see up close and personally the master at work."
"..... Jason. Do you understand now? Do you see how hard I will push myself to prepare? The Daemonium Rex rises inside me is no longer distracting me. I'm better than what I was when we faced off. Do you realize what that match did? It woke me up inside. It made me realize what I needed. It made me remember that I'm the pastor and you're the ovium that follows behind because without me, you have no real guidance. Cerise, I unfortunately don't know you, but what I do know is that unfortunately, you're standing in my way. Mister Berlusconi and Tony Brambilla… you both are the start of my Path To Redemption. I need to win this match..I need to. Do you know how much it hurt and still hurts… hearing this man beside me, who I spent the better part of fifteen years tagging in the ring doubt me. To have the man who trained both of us doubt that I'm still the laser focused baddest motherfucker to walk the Earth like he trained me to be. This isn't about thinking of what's to come, this is about my pride. And my pride is all I got left to lose in this match. This business is what I use to make my decisions, it's what I need to support my family. To do that I have to depend on what I learned to be the best. THAT'S ALL I GOT! THAT'S ALL I KNOW! THAT'S ALL I EVER KNOWN WAS TO BE THE BEST THAT'S WHAT I WAS AND WHAT I WILL KILL MYSELF TO BE AGAIN! For you two… this is another match… another opportunity at a title…. This match… is what I will look at… as if my life is on the line… because it might as well be."
~Silence fills the air until the gym door opens. Mister Berlusconi enters the room with a bag and three containers in the bag.~
"Did I miss something?"
"Yes sir you did…you missed Angelo gaining my faith again…"
~Angelo looks at Tony, who nods back at him.~
"That's good. Now come on. Let's eat then train."
"One thing… hey Tony.. how about you come to America with me…. To the MGM Grand and be in my corner… one last time… for old time sakes… as the DEATH SQUAD.."
".... Ride or die… let's do it."
~Angelo and Tony hop off the apron and the three walk off, ending the segment.~
The next day, Angelo is back home in Milan, Italy, this time, head held high in pride, saying he came back victorious. Arriving at the airport, Angelo is greeted by his mentor, Mister Berlusconi. Angelo extends his hand out which is met by Mister Berlusconi's hand for a handshake.~
"Very good young Angelo."
"Thank you sir. It feels… really , really good to come home a winner. Jalen though, he is very good. Quick as hell and very talented. Unfortunately, his talents just weren't enough for the win a couple of days ago."
"You did almost lose though Angelo."
".... What was that?"
"Pull out your telephone Angelo. Bring up the ending of your match please."
~Angelo stares directly at Mister Berlusconi, not taking his eyes off his mentor as he reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out his cellphone. He goes onto the Revolution1 YouTube page and goes to the match highlight video of his match versus Jalen Prince. The ending shows Angelo placing Jalen into the Time Bomb submission hold. Jalen gets Angelo's shoulders onto the mat and the ref counts one, two, and nearly three until Angelo rolls his shoulder up and forces Jalen Prince to submit. Angelo turns his phone off and slides it back into his pocket.~
"Isn't that how you lost to Jason?"
".....Ho vinto.... lasciamo perdere?" (I won.... let's leave it at that?)
"No Angelo. You got too comfortable going towards the ending of the match. You nearly screwed yourself again. Come, you need more training."
".... Alright alright. Fine."
"When we get there, close your eyes, I have a surprise for you."
~Mister Berlusconi gets into the van with Angelo staring at the van before looking down and chuckles.~
"Oh great. Can't wait for it to be a bunch of high schoolers to jump me again."
~Angelo places his bag in the backseat of the van before entering the passenger seat.
**Four Hours Later**
The van arrives at the same gym that Mister Berlusconi trained him the previous week before his match with Jalen Prince. Now, his upcoming match is under triple threat rules, which happens to be Angelo's first triple threat match since August of 2020. He faces new foe in Cerise and long time foe in Jason Ryan, the person who defeated Angelo in his debut. Mister Berlusconi exits the vehicle and opens the door for Angelo, who was blindfolded. He's helped out of the car and to the gym door.~
"You know I could have just closed my eyes instead of blindfolding me sir."
"You'll peak. Now wait till I remove it."
~Angelo sighs as he is brought inside the gym. Then, the blindfold comes off and Angelo stares in shock. In front of him stands a man at six foot and six inches tall, both arms covered in tattoos and the word "Death Squad" tatted on his neck.~
"T… Tony? Tony Brambilla?"
"How you doing Angelo? Been a long time, huh? Nearly ten years since we last saw each other."
~The two men get face to face before a smile breaks out on both men's faces. They laugh for a second before hugging each other. They let go as Angelo grabs ahold of Tony's shoulders for a moment.~
"Holy shit man. How have you been?"
"I've been good. Retired five years ago, been watching you wrestle every week since your big company's debuts. How's your kids doing?"
"They're fine. They're starting summer vacation soon so they'll be traveling with me on the road for their summer. Get them out of the house and to explore the world and to bring them here for the first time in their lives, so they can learn about their fathers background. How about Jenny and Timothy? God they have to be what? Teenagers, right?"
"That's right. Jenny is seventeen and Timothy is fourteen. Time surely passed by fast there."
"What brings you here?"
"Mister Berlusconi called me up and said you needed a sparring partner. And also someone to help keep you focused, because it seems like your loss of focus is what's costing you or nearly costing you matches."
"Man… couldn't even stop by to say hi?"
"Heh….. alright old timer, let's get to work."
".... But you're older than me…"
"But I don't look it or act like it. Now let's go."
~The two then enter the ring close by and go to opposite corners of the ring, facing each other. Mister Berlusconi then orders the two to spar and then the two walk towards each other and lock up with each other.
**Forty Minutes Of Sparring Later**
Angelo and Tony sit on the apron of the ring as Mister Berlusconi approaches them.~
"Very good gentlemen. You two haven't lost that sync of motion. It's just like when you two were a tag team years ago. Now, I'm going to go get lunch. You two continue to work out with each other until I get back."
~Mister Berlusconi leaves the gym, and Angelo and Tony start speaking again.~
"Hey Ang, can I ask you a question?"
"Shoot."
"Why do you continue to wrestle?"
"What do you mean? Were you not paying attention last week?"
"I did watch, but yet I don't believe you."
"What is there not to believe? I want to be the World Champion, what's not believable of that?"
"That with all your talents and gifts in the ring, you haven't won a World Championship. I honestly think it's because you don't want to win the World Title. You want yourself to lose to get pity from everyone who seems to care of what you say."
".... You think that is it? Huh? You really think I'm nothing but wanting to be pitied? You, after all these years of us losing all these Tag Team Championship matches, which is more than we won despite our seven reigns together, knowing that after every loss I dust myself off and go back for seconds. How fucking dare you even think that."
"How dare I? How dare you. I watch your matches man. In any other match or even any other title match, you put on some of the greatest performances of all time. But yet, whenever you go for a World Championship, you choke."
"You don't understand what you're talking about Tony. You have zero clue."
"Then tell me! What is it Angelo?!?"
"BECAUSE THIS IS ALL I GOT!"
~Both men look at each other in silence, Angelo fighting to hold back the tears.~
"Yeah… you're right, I do choke when it comes to fighting in these World Championship matches, and you want to know why? Because it does scare me… having that responsibility of being the main guy on my mind back then. I was scared to be that guy. That was me years ago, that's not me anymore. Back then, I did this for a paycheck. But… as time went by… this is all I wanted. I NEED professional wrestling. This is my livelihood. This is all I got. Since day one, I wanted to be the best at something, anything I could look proudly on. There is no second place in my mind. I WANT TO BE THE BEST THAT'S HOW I AM DESIGNED THERE IS NO WHAT'S AND OR BUTS ABOUT IT TONY! I NEED TO BE THE BEST SO MY SON, MY DAUGHTER CAN LIVE THEIR LIVES BETTER THAN WHAT WE FUCKING HAD GROWING UP AND FOR THEM TO BE PROUD AND PROUD OF ME BUT YOU CAN SIT THERE CONFIDENTLY AND LOOK AT ME AND SAY THAT I CHOOSE TO JEOPARDIZE EVERY SJNGLE THING I SPENT OVER TWENTY FIVE YEARS TO BUILD?!?! FUCK YOU TONY!"
"Fuck me?!?! Look at you. You're not that guy anymore! You failed against Jason Ryan because of emotions! You wanted revenge so badly that you allowed yourself to make a simple mistake and not roll your fucking shoulder off the mat. You, the man who is one of the cleanest wrestlers I've ever seen, who never makes a mistake with any move of his made a big mistake and you lost because of it. You nearly did the same mistake twice, so why should I believe in you to win this triple threat match? Actually no… don't tell me… tell the fans. I want to see up close and personally the master at work."
"..... Jason. Do you understand now? Do you see how hard I will push myself to prepare? The Daemonium Rex rises inside me is no longer distracting me. I'm better than what I was when we faced off. Do you realize what that match did? It woke me up inside. It made me realize what I needed. It made me remember that I'm the pastor and you're the ovium that follows behind because without me, you have no real guidance. Cerise, I unfortunately don't know you, but what I do know is that unfortunately, you're standing in my way. Mister Berlusconi and Tony Brambilla… you both are the start of my Path To Redemption. I need to win this match..I need to. Do you know how much it hurt and still hurts… hearing this man beside me, who I spent the better part of fifteen years tagging in the ring doubt me. To have the man who trained both of us doubt that I'm still the laser focused baddest motherfucker to walk the Earth like he trained me to be. This isn't about thinking of what's to come, this is about my pride. And my pride is all I got left to lose in this match. This business is what I use to make my decisions, it's what I need to support my family. To do that I have to depend on what I learned to be the best. THAT'S ALL I GOT! THAT'S ALL I KNOW! THAT'S ALL I EVER KNOWN WAS TO BE THE BEST THAT'S WHAT I WAS AND WHAT I WILL KILL MYSELF TO BE AGAIN! For you two… this is another match… another opportunity at a title…. This match… is what I will look at… as if my life is on the line… because it might as well be."
~Silence fills the air until the gym door opens. Mister Berlusconi enters the room with a bag and three containers in the bag.~
"Did I miss something?"
"Yes sir you did…you missed Angelo gaining my faith again…"
~Angelo looks at Tony, who nods back at him.~
"That's good. Now come on. Let's eat then train."
"One thing… hey Tony.. how about you come to America with me…. To the MGM Grand and be in my corner… one last time… for old time sakes… as the DEATH SQUAD.."
".... Ride or die… let's do it."
~Angelo and Tony hop off the apron and the three walk off, ending the segment.~