#tw: drew gulak

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Like Father, Like Son

Whumpril April 2024 April 5th, 2024 RECKLESS William Regal TW: Drew Gulak Main Verse

There was a pride in seeing his son doing so well within the company of his choice. That was, after all, why William Regal had chosen to make his return to said company. Despite the pride he took in his Combat Club, they were not his children. There was a different sort of pride when it came to ones progeny, after all. It was also, in turn, why he was so worried about the sort of company his son was keeping. Particularly, William Regal was concerned with Drew Gulak.

Most would find that laughable, he was well aware of that. Drew was extremely unassuming, just one look at his history in 205 Live proved that. The PowerPoint Presentation era of Mr. Gulak was not indicative of who Drew Gulak was as a competitor. No, this era of Mr. Gulak was the true Drew Gulak. He was strong, sharp-minded. As evident with the rest of the CatchPoint Gym, Drew knew how to get what he wanted through violence and careful planning. Regal recognized the man Drew Gulak was because he was that sort of man.

It was why he knew that his son was making the wrong choice in letting the man dictate his career.

Maybe it was reckless, showing up to the locker room the Catchpoint boys used. With some careful prodding at Ava Raine, the woman who had taken over for his old position as general manager, Regal had even been allowed inside of the room. He had taken a spot in a chair in the corner, patient as possible. The door opened and, as predictable as ever, Drew was the first of the team to arrive. If there was any surprise that Regal was waiting for him, the Philly native did not show it. He crossed to the bench, placing his bags down. "Mr. Regal. I've been expecting you."

Was that a smirk Regal detected in his voice?

"Expecting me, Mr. Gulak?" Regal raised an amused eyebrow, a chuckle in his throat, "For whatever reason would you be expecting me?"

"Yes sir," Drew removed his ring jacket from his bag, not turning to look at the other man as he spoke, "ever since I started mentoring your son. Though, I have to say, I've been a lot more respectful to yours than you've been to mine."

Now that was an interesting statement.

"Your son, Mr. Gulak?" Regal questioned, standing and crossing to the locker, "As far as I know, you were unmarried and without children."

"There's lots of ways to have kids. Adoption is one of them, sunshine."

Sunshine. The mere thought of the man brough a soft smile to Regal's face. There was only one man that Drew could be referring to. "So. Young Master Wheeler is your progeny?"

"Since I took him under my wing, I've viewed that boy as my own son," Drew finally turned to look at Regal, an anger in his eyes, "And you routinely beat him bloody. You routinely beat him into submission."

"So that is why you have the interest in my Charles, then?" Regal questioned, "I assure you, he is made of far stronger stuff than you believe."

Drew shook his head, "No, no. You misunderstand my intentions, your lordship. I don't plan on harming him like you did my Wheeler. I plan on making him greater than you ever were."

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[blueonwrestling]

tw : sa

ronda fucking rousey of all people was assaulted by

not some mega star

drew gulak.

DREW GULAK.

yeah i just saw that when i woke up.

what kinda dumb motherfucker you gotta be to do this to RONDA ROUSEY, and think you can get away with it?

Drew Gulak, a geek upon geeks in the fed, doing this to a top woman like Ronda? Insane shit.

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Febuwhump Day #10: Killing In Self Defense

Febuwhump 2024 February 10th, 2024 Killing In Self Defense Drew Gulak/Tony Nese Western Verse TW: Violence, Character Death, Attempted SA

Drew Gulak wasn't a killer. On the contrary, the bank clerk had never had a stomach for carrying guns, he never even liked to watch the tournament that the small town of Bullbranch held once a year. While the dregs of society would gather in the saloon to see who their competition would be in the yearly quick draw tournament, Drew did his best to stay away. It was too raucous, too much. All he wanted was the quiet of a little farmstead, someone to settle down with on the edge of town.

All Drew Gulak had ever wanted was Tony Nese.

Tony was everything that Drew had never been. While he tended to stick entirely to himself, Tony loved the attention of those around him. Its why he tended bar at the Red Dust Saloon, why he often took business in the bedrooms above the saloon. Drew and Tony had grown up together and Drew had always imagined the life they could live together. The siblings that Drew looked after like his own children, grown Wheeler and Wynn, liked to tease him about never letting Tony know how he felt.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎?

Drew had always laughed it off before the man he loved had drawn the attention of the big city duo who had recently arrived. "Big Bill" William Cassidy and Eric Arndt were exactly the type of men that Drew hated to see come to their little town. They were loud, arrogant. To Drew, the tournament pulled in too many men like that. Too many men who thought that Tony's job gave them the right to harass them.

Drew had been locking up the bank for the night when he heard the commotion in the alley the bank shared with the saloon. Men seemed to be arguing and he couldn't help but make his presence known. "What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?"

Just past the outline of Big Bill, Drew could make out the form of Tony pressed to the outside wall of the saloon. Eric seemed to have his hand on Tony's abs, pressing kisses to the bartender's neck. When Drew posed the questioned, Eric stopped to bark an order to his large companion. "Get him outta here!"

Drew backed up as Bill headed his way, fist clenching at his side, "You heard the man," the large brute spoke, "you didn't see a thing."

"Leave him alone," Drew protested, "he isn't for you to harass."

"This is your last warning," Bill clutched Drew's jaw in one of his hands, "Leave us-"

Drew bit into Bill's hand before scrambling away. He searched for something to use as a weapon cursing his refusal to carry a gun. Bill lunged at him and Drew quickly moved out of the way. Bill's weight carried him over, falling onto his hands and knees. Drew picked up a rock, moving quicker than he was sure he ever had before. With one good smash, Drew cracked the large rock in his hand into Bill's head. He had only meant to knock the large man out.

The splash of blood that sprayed onto his face and suit let Drew knew he had hit him much, much harder.

Eric let out a shriek, "Bill!"

Drew's hand shook as he backed up, fear on his pale face, "I...I didn't..."

"You're a dead man! You..." Eric reached for his holster, surprise when he couldn't find his gun.

A click sounded from behind Drew, revealing exactly where Eric's gun had gone. Tony pointed the firearm, face red and swollen, "Get. Away. From. Us."

Eric didn't need to be told twice. As Eric fled, Drew sank to his knees, shock still in his eyes as he watched the still bleeding corpse in front of him. He could feel Tony wrap his arms around him from behind, could hear him whispering in his ears, but shock had completely taken his senses.

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Author's Notes!

Hey guys, thank you so much for reading and reblogging while I've been away! I was out of town for WrestleMania weekend with my fiance and a couple friends of ours, and I'm only logged into this account on mobile, so I haven't been able to thank everyone!

Quick little update about the next piece for the April Whump Challenge! I wrote these back at the end of March, so obviously real life can change between now and then. The next piece involves Drew Gulak, who had accusations made against him early last week. I will be tagging it as a TW, even though nothing happens in the piece. Thank you for your time!