Post by 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢. on Aug 24, 2024 14:31:25 GMT -5
CH. 001.
It was twelve o’clock when the Greyhound bus pulled into the bus station across the street from the bus station could be seen that of a lone diner all by itself by the name 5th Avenue Cafe. Once seated I ordered my meal, the thought of a warm cooked meal made my mouth salivate.
However the thought of a warm cooked meal wouldn’t last long seeing how I’d come to get arrested just as my meal would arrive. It was late and well not even one bite in the sound I could see police cruisers pulling into the gravel lot of the diner..
“How’s the meal hun?” The old waitress said to me, I nodded, not breaking my eye contact with the outside activities taking place, as I sat alone in a booth, the officer’s could be seen moving in fast, the light bars atop of their squad cars flashing and popping. Red and blue light flickered throughout the night air, their weapons ready. Two revolvers, two shotguns.
This was heavy stuff I mean seriously was it really all that needed for one damn individual? Each one could be seen coming in heavy, one revolver, one shotgun, One of each rushed the door. I just sat and watched them, each move they made was timed perfectly or so they had thought to me it was what you’d see from an amateur..
Within seconds I was face to face with the muzzle of two Glock Twenty-Twos, you know the standard issued police department gun aimed at my face, slowly I lowered myself from the booth I had been seated in as the muzzle of a shotgun could be felt pointed in the direction of my six as they moved in swiftly and placed a set of silver colored bracelets on my wrist, before raising me back up to my feet, I towered over them like a giant.
“You're a big fella huh?” questioned one of the officers before patting me down, pulling out my wallet as they did. They quickly figured out I had arrived with very little on my person. “So.. it says here, your name is Gabriel De LaCroix huh?”
Just as he said that he pulled out a second ID with the name Donovan Strasmore on it and that second one being the one being the latest alias I had taken on in recent months.
“So this last one seems to be newer one of the two so which is it De LaCroix or Strasmore Mr. Stolen Identity.. either way it doesn't matter you're getting booked on identity theft and that little tussle you were involved in just a few hours ago.. Mr. Strasmore if that is your name, other than that sir, he's got very little cash and no other identification on him sir..”
“Sounds like we got ourselves a drifter here boys, you a drifter Strasmore if that is your name, I mean you could be De LaCroix for all we know, right boys?” As the sheriff said that I grinned knowing damn well what was going to happen next..
“So what's with the smile son, something funny about all this to you or you just plain stupid?”
“Nah.. but you all will be looking pretty stupid in about 5 or so minutes if you don't release me now!!” it was at that very moment the sheriff received a phone call, a phone call that he had been expecting, though one I was surely expecting him to receive either before he booked me or after he booked me.
“Will do sir, my apologies!” the Sheriff could be heard saying as he gave his officers the command to set me free as he did I sat back down in the booth I had been sitting in and quickly took a few bites from the meal I had ordered before I walked on out the diner entrance, as I did I walked towards the Greyhound bus station and grabbed a ticket to where the next Elevate Pro Wrestling event was said to be held..
I sat alone outside enjoying the silence, it was just a little past one am in the morning as the greyhound bus pulled into the bus station, as it did various individuals could be seen boarding the bus one after another. Slowly the bus could be seen beginning to fill, I stood out from all the rest who had boarded the bus, I mean it really wasn't hard to tell nor was it rocket science to say the least, you know?
I mean literally I stood out, it wasn’t hard to tell, I had very a keen distinctive look that didn’t help me by no means, I mean I literally was built like a tank standing at six foot six inches in astounding height and weighing almost three hundred pounds in pure muscle mass, so who was I you asked, just someone passing through, a stranger nonetheless, though for now I was DONOVAN STRASMORE.
Though if you asked me down the road from now I could give you a whole different name with a whole different persona, you see one thing North Star Solutions knew was that, they knew exactly who I was and they knew I was very good at becoming someone completely different and well when I took the job from Sebastian Chambers, I was their first choice..
When I met with Mr. Chambers a few weeks back and it was then I’d taken on the name of DONOVAN STRASMORE, who was this Sebastian Chambers you ask, in all honesty I hadn’t a clue other than the man had deep pockets and wanted me to protect some high executive wrestling person by the name of Britlyn Balyor..
My decision was made. I took on the job, knowing it would be an easy gig to tackle, I mean hell I got to fight and hurt people along the way so why not you know, I mean I liked professional wrestling growing up so yea why not you know? I mean the job was simple, all I had to do was protect Mrs. Baylor at all cost and well that’s exactly what I planned on doing I thought to myself as I boarded the Greyhound bus..
THE GOLDEN AGE IS UPON YOU
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It was twelve o’clock when the Greyhound bus pulled into the bus station across the street from the bus station could be seen that of a lone diner all by itself by the name 5th Avenue Cafe. Once seated I ordered my meal, the thought of a warm cooked meal made my mouth salivate.
However the thought of a warm cooked meal wouldn’t last long seeing how I’d come to get arrested just as my meal would arrive. It was late and well not even one bite in the sound I could see police cruisers pulling into the gravel lot of the diner..
“How’s the meal hun?” The old waitress said to me, I nodded, not breaking my eye contact with the outside activities taking place, as I sat alone in a booth, the officer’s could be seen moving in fast, the light bars atop of their squad cars flashing and popping. Red and blue light flickered throughout the night air, their weapons ready. Two revolvers, two shotguns.
This was heavy stuff I mean seriously was it really all that needed for one damn individual? Each one could be seen coming in heavy, one revolver, one shotgun, One of each rushed the door. I just sat and watched them, each move they made was timed perfectly or so they had thought to me it was what you’d see from an amateur..
Within seconds I was face to face with the muzzle of two Glock Twenty-Twos, you know the standard issued police department gun aimed at my face, slowly I lowered myself from the booth I had been seated in as the muzzle of a shotgun could be felt pointed in the direction of my six as they moved in swiftly and placed a set of silver colored bracelets on my wrist, before raising me back up to my feet, I towered over them like a giant.
“You're a big fella huh?” questioned one of the officers before patting me down, pulling out my wallet as they did. They quickly figured out I had arrived with very little on my person. “So.. it says here, your name is Gabriel De LaCroix huh?”
Just as he said that he pulled out a second ID with the name Donovan Strasmore on it and that second one being the one being the latest alias I had taken on in recent months.
“So this last one seems to be newer one of the two so which is it De LaCroix or Strasmore Mr. Stolen Identity.. either way it doesn't matter you're getting booked on identity theft and that little tussle you were involved in just a few hours ago.. Mr. Strasmore if that is your name, other than that sir, he's got very little cash and no other identification on him sir..”
“Sounds like we got ourselves a drifter here boys, you a drifter Strasmore if that is your name, I mean you could be De LaCroix for all we know, right boys?” As the sheriff said that I grinned knowing damn well what was going to happen next..
“So what's with the smile son, something funny about all this to you or you just plain stupid?”
“Nah.. but you all will be looking pretty stupid in about 5 or so minutes if you don't release me now!!” it was at that very moment the sheriff received a phone call, a phone call that he had been expecting, though one I was surely expecting him to receive either before he booked me or after he booked me.
“Will do sir, my apologies!” the Sheriff could be heard saying as he gave his officers the command to set me free as he did I sat back down in the booth I had been sitting in and quickly took a few bites from the meal I had ordered before I walked on out the diner entrance, as I did I walked towards the Greyhound bus station and grabbed a ticket to where the next Elevate Pro Wrestling event was said to be held..
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“So.. after a few weeks of just sitting back and observing the battleground that is the Elevate Pro Wrestling, it appears my first opponent within the Elevate Pro Wrestling will be Savage, Shawn Savage as he’s known as or the cute little niche of a moniker that he came up with ‘The Trailer park Messiah’ intriguing right?
I mean it's not exactly something I would have gone for, I mean Messiah? Seriously? If that wasn’t a clue or a dead give away as to who the fuck you were then I don’t know what is, but do know Shawn I’ve done my research on you my friend..
I know your last two bouts here within Elevate you lost. The first being to that of Goth, a known icon and Hall of Famer within the wrestling industry and a man who’s not just earned the right to be respected, but also commands respect wherever he goes, either it be here or some other company he may fight for..
I can truly tell you ONE THING and that’s this my friend a loss to a man of Goth’s caliber and degree shouldn’t be frowned upon or taken as a defeat, the man didn’t get to where he is within this industry by not putting in the work and well a loss to him wouldn’t be something to be upset about..
Sure it probably damaged the EGO of yours a bit, hell it probably humbled you something you probably needed like most who I’ve seen walk through those hallowed halls only to lay it all out on that canvas in blood and sweat. Though enough about Gothy there, we don’t need to be adding to his ego, not that he has one, but yea you get the gist right?
Now.. now sure Goth MIGHT have damaged that ego of yours, but you could have redeemed yourself when you took on Stevie Satisfaction, a name with a nice catch to it, reminds me of one of them corny 80’s wrestling gimmick names, you know the kind the promoter would give their guy knowing damn well he’d not be getting that name over no matter how hard he tried, right..
However that wasn’t the case was it? Stevie beat you once again, causing that little ego of yours to crack even more, making you QUESTION yourself in what YOU are doing wrong, right? I mean if I faced off against two different individuals, one who I may or may not have won against, depending on his mental state and mind at that given moment..
The other having an EGO just as big as my own, yea I’d surely be questioning my abilities and own talents as to what the fuck I’d have to do to get that victory, and now you’ve got that THIRD bout in the form of ME don’t you Stevie?
So, knowing nothing about me, must make you question what you will have to do to take on someone of my caliber right? I mean you’re what Six-One in height and a Hundred and Eighty-Five pounds soaking wet, right? Bud, I’m twice the size you are and nothing but pure muscle, when Brit put you up against me I can guarantee you it wasn’t in good faith, hell I’m willing to go out on a limb here to say she knew exactly what she was doing when she decided to book our bout..
Pain and nothing more is coming your way and that I will guarantee you my friend. Now.. now don’t think I’m walking in thinking it’s going to be a cake walk for me as it won’t.. Then again it may just be I mean after all I am Six-Eight in height and weigh an astounding Two-Hundred and Eighty-Five pounds almost three hundred pounds there.
Oh Best BELIEVE you my friend will be hurting after our bout that’s a guarantee. With each calculated blow a devastating strike will be returned, with every ACTION there will be a REACTION, so I surely hope you have a plan, for a storm is brewing and it’s brewing in the form of THE GOLDEN AGE GLADIATOR!!
Shawn, come Dangerzone you and I shall battle it out among the Elevate faithful in a match titled as "3 Stages of Hashtags Match" and let me tell you, I can ONLY imagine what the fans will choose for all three stages we’ll be battling through.
In the end there will only BE ONE VICTOR and to the victor belong the spoils, TWO competitors shall walk into this bout, however ONLY ONE shall walk out in victory, there isn’t nothing on the line, no championship titles, no extra money, nothing other the one thing and that’s bragging rights over the other..
With that being said Shawn, I do hope you bring your A game for you will need it going up against yours truly, for I know exactly what's at stake and I plan to take it at all cost..
Who the fuck am I you all question, my name is Donovan Strasmore, and you are all on notice. I do not care if you are a legend of this industry, a lunatic wearing face-paint, a beer-dwelling Neanderthal, a green skin looking to make his debut and a name for himself or some bonafide fucking icon of this god damn sport.
None of that shit matters to me, for in the end if you step in my way, you had better be able to see through all of the bullshit that is if there is any bullshit to be seen through..
I am not your average run of the mill, death match wrestler, nor am I some solidified multi-champion in multiple promotions or a champion at that, I am however a damn combatant and a damn good one at that.
Do know I will knock your fucking lights out, and enjoy ever god given single fucking minute of it and I’ll do it with a smile.
The golden age is upon you.. and I am the one who shall usher it in.
I am The Golden Age Gladiator,
I am DONOVAN STRASMORE!!!!!!”
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I sat alone outside enjoying the silence, it was just a little past one am in the morning as the greyhound bus pulled into the bus station, as it did various individuals could be seen boarding the bus one after another. Slowly the bus could be seen beginning to fill, I stood out from all the rest who had boarded the bus, I mean it really wasn't hard to tell nor was it rocket science to say the least, you know?
I mean literally I stood out, it wasn’t hard to tell, I had very a keen distinctive look that didn’t help me by no means, I mean I literally was built like a tank standing at six foot six inches in astounding height and weighing almost three hundred pounds in pure muscle mass, so who was I you asked, just someone passing through, a stranger nonetheless, though for now I was DONOVAN STRASMORE.
Though if you asked me down the road from now I could give you a whole different name with a whole different persona, you see one thing North Star Solutions knew was that, they knew exactly who I was and they knew I was very good at becoming someone completely different and well when I took the job from Sebastian Chambers, I was their first choice..
When I met with Mr. Chambers a few weeks back and it was then I’d taken on the name of DONOVAN STRASMORE, who was this Sebastian Chambers you ask, in all honesty I hadn’t a clue other than the man had deep pockets and wanted me to protect some high executive wrestling person by the name of Britlyn Balyor..
My decision was made. I took on the job, knowing it would be an easy gig to tackle, I mean hell I got to fight and hurt people along the way so why not you know, I mean I liked professional wrestling growing up so yea why not you know? I mean the job was simple, all I had to do was protect Mrs. Baylor at all cost and well that’s exactly what I planned on doing I thought to myself as I boarded the Greyhound bus..
