Post by Lucas 'The Icon' Thames on Feb 10, 2021 9:03:22 GMT -6
We join Lucas Thames inside of a library staring into the camera, smiling.
Lucas: Hello ladies, gentlemen and yes… even children of all ages. Today… A little history lesson. The term ‘Impasta’ is a combination of ‘pasta’ and ‘imposter’…. Hang on a minute -
Lucas looks to his side at another camera and checks his phone.
Lucas: Is that right?
Lucas continues to look through his phone before deciding that yes, that’s perfectly accurate. He shrugs, putting his phone away before looking at the main camera.
Lucas: OK then. And the Sicilian Mafia began life in the 1860s as a way for the common folk of Sicily as a way to fight back against the oppressing nobility. The origins for the Mafia were in fact noble, as you can see. Sicilian nobility were enforcing their will on the common farming community before farmers decided that they had had enough and then took it upon themselves to grab any and every farming tool that they had at their disposal to give themselves a fighting chance. After which they decided to turn their noble intentions into a life of crime and secret societies. Which, Impasta Mafia brings me to you two. Or three if we count Link Greenie in his bright green flamboyant suits. Your VERY name boys means that you aren’t La Cosa Nostra at all. I mean it’s right up there with someone calling themselves the Full-Blooded Italians and shortening it to the FBI… it’s stupid.
Lucas once again turns to the side camera and winks.
Lucas: Al Fredo we’ve danced the noble dance of wrestling before one on one. Do you remember how that turned out? I tapped you out in seconds and this Friday will be no different. Last Friday, you were the Main Event of Inferno – the main event – and you still lost. Admittedly to a far superior team in the Malvado Bros, but a main event spot is still a main event spot. I would be nice and say that you should be proud but I can’t bring myself to… To paraphrase a great man in the wrestling business… ‘the only reason you got that main event spot last week is because none of the actual talent wanted to work after the Pay-Per-View’.
Lucas folds his arms smiling.
Lucas: And THAT right there my Godfather-aping friends, brings me to us of Life Before Death. We’re back on Friday Night. We had some fun facing off against S.E.X. in an ultra cool to-the-death mech battle… Until the NWO joined in and ruined the festivities. However, play time is over and us at Life Before Death are going to end the Mafia’s rule over the GCWA. At least the iron fist rule that you believe you have over the GCWA at any rate. Al Fredo, I tapped you out once, I’ll be sure to do it again. Manny Cotti, in your condition you really should not be wrestling still but screw it. I’ll tap you out quickly if I have to… Or Mike will give either of you two a superkick and be done with it. And Link Greenie? I dare you to interfere on your boys’ behalf -dare you! - Because I can always dole out another Snap Dragon Suplex on your fat ass.
Lucas smirks at the camera.
Lucas: If I sound different to anyone watching, I suppose being around Zybala is rubbing off on me. Don’t worry, I’m still me but let’s face it my friends it is the ‘Impasta Mafia’. I know everyone out there still loves us, judging by the way that t-shirt sales are going for us so thank-you for that everybody.
Lucas checks the time on his phone.
Lucas: I better wrap this up. Imposters/Impastas… I don’t really give a damn anymore. You’re either getting tapped out or kicked in the head. It doesn’t matter to us. What does matter to us at LBD is that the fans of the GCWA have a great time and go home happy. And when we of LBD put on a clinic in wrestling, the fans ALWAYS go home happy. We’ll see you boys at the show.
Lucas lets out one final smirk before switching off the camera with a wave. Josie walks over from the door way with her arms folded.
Josie: Are you done yet?
Lucas: Yes. Yes I am.
Josie: Good. It’s too warm in this library. You would think that a library in the middle of Florida would have air-con wouldn’t you?
Lucas: I’m sorry, babe. Let’s go.
Lucas stands up giving Josie a quick kiss.
Josie: Great, because I am starving! What do you fancy for lunch? Italian?
Lucas: Nah… I’ll be getting my fill of that on Friday Night when Mike and I face off with the Impasta Mafia.
Josie turns to Lucas as they walk out of the library.
Josie: ‘Impasta Mafia’…? That one sounds familiar.
Lucas: Yeah. I tapped Al Fredo of the team out a few weeks back. In seconds.
Josie laughs, taking her future husband’s arm.
Josie: So.
Lucas: Mmm?
Josie: This robot fight that you had last week with an alien and his spaceship… where you were in a Dragonzord of all things…?
Lucas: Yeah...and then another spaceship came in and ruined the honourable that we were having, forcing Mike, Peter and I to team up with S.E.X. to take down the second spaceship.
Josie: How drunk were you when you, Peter and Mike did this?
Lucas: Jose… you know I don’t drink…
Josie: Luke… Mike was either drunk when this supposedly happened or he’s a criminal mastermind with enough money pocketed away to own the world. I mean…. A Dragonzord!
Lucas: Funnily enough, I said EXACTLY the same thing to him. Anyway you saw last week’s Inferno. You know it happened.
Josie: Haha yes I know that… It’s just…
Josie sighs looking at Lucas in the eye.
Lucas: You know what I’m going to say. I always say it…
Josie: I know. ‘It’s pro-wrestling. Just roll with it.’ But how is a giant mech robot battle vs a spaceship – two spaceships – vs a galactic wrestling champion of the Cosmos alien about pro-wrestling?
Lucas stares blankly at her and shrugs with a smile.
Josie: Y’know what? I think I’ve just answered my own question.
Lucas puts his arm around Josie kissing her on the side of the forehead.
Lucas: That’s my girl. Sometimes it’s better to just let things go. Now… how’s Nigel?
Josie: Mmm… yeah. He’s OK… I think he’s at home just watching TV again.
Lucas: Has he had any more messages yet?
Josie: No. But I still don’t know whether it will be safe to head back to Detroit yet.
Lucas: Well I spoke to Eric, the gym is still standing. But I think that we should stay out here for a while longer.
Josie: Daddy will be pleased. Yeah, I agree with you, besides, Florida is lovely… So. Lunch?
Lucas: Anything but Pasta.
We fade out.
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Word Count: 1,166 (I know my shortest one for GCWA, but I’m really tired this week myself).
Lucas: Hello ladies, gentlemen and yes… even children of all ages. Today… A little history lesson. The term ‘Impasta’ is a combination of ‘pasta’ and ‘imposter’…. Hang on a minute -
Lucas looks to his side at another camera and checks his phone.
Lucas: Is that right?
Lucas continues to look through his phone before deciding that yes, that’s perfectly accurate. He shrugs, putting his phone away before looking at the main camera.
Lucas: OK then. And the Sicilian Mafia began life in the 1860s as a way for the common folk of Sicily as a way to fight back against the oppressing nobility. The origins for the Mafia were in fact noble, as you can see. Sicilian nobility were enforcing their will on the common farming community before farmers decided that they had had enough and then took it upon themselves to grab any and every farming tool that they had at their disposal to give themselves a fighting chance. After which they decided to turn their noble intentions into a life of crime and secret societies. Which, Impasta Mafia brings me to you two. Or three if we count Link Greenie in his bright green flamboyant suits. Your VERY name boys means that you aren’t La Cosa Nostra at all. I mean it’s right up there with someone calling themselves the Full-Blooded Italians and shortening it to the FBI… it’s stupid.
Lucas once again turns to the side camera and winks.
Lucas: Al Fredo we’ve danced the noble dance of wrestling before one on one. Do you remember how that turned out? I tapped you out in seconds and this Friday will be no different. Last Friday, you were the Main Event of Inferno – the main event – and you still lost. Admittedly to a far superior team in the Malvado Bros, but a main event spot is still a main event spot. I would be nice and say that you should be proud but I can’t bring myself to… To paraphrase a great man in the wrestling business… ‘the only reason you got that main event spot last week is because none of the actual talent wanted to work after the Pay-Per-View’.
Lucas folds his arms smiling.
Lucas: And THAT right there my Godfather-aping friends, brings me to us of Life Before Death. We’re back on Friday Night. We had some fun facing off against S.E.X. in an ultra cool to-the-death mech battle… Until the NWO joined in and ruined the festivities. However, play time is over and us at Life Before Death are going to end the Mafia’s rule over the GCWA. At least the iron fist rule that you believe you have over the GCWA at any rate. Al Fredo, I tapped you out once, I’ll be sure to do it again. Manny Cotti, in your condition you really should not be wrestling still but screw it. I’ll tap you out quickly if I have to… Or Mike will give either of you two a superkick and be done with it. And Link Greenie? I dare you to interfere on your boys’ behalf -dare you! - Because I can always dole out another Snap Dragon Suplex on your fat ass.
Lucas smirks at the camera.
Lucas: If I sound different to anyone watching, I suppose being around Zybala is rubbing off on me. Don’t worry, I’m still me but let’s face it my friends it is the ‘Impasta Mafia’. I know everyone out there still loves us, judging by the way that t-shirt sales are going for us so thank-you for that everybody.
Lucas checks the time on his phone.
Lucas: I better wrap this up. Imposters/Impastas… I don’t really give a damn anymore. You’re either getting tapped out or kicked in the head. It doesn’t matter to us. What does matter to us at LBD is that the fans of the GCWA have a great time and go home happy. And when we of LBD put on a clinic in wrestling, the fans ALWAYS go home happy. We’ll see you boys at the show.
Lucas lets out one final smirk before switching off the camera with a wave. Josie walks over from the door way with her arms folded.
Josie: Are you done yet?
Lucas: Yes. Yes I am.
Josie: Good. It’s too warm in this library. You would think that a library in the middle of Florida would have air-con wouldn’t you?
Lucas: I’m sorry, babe. Let’s go.
Lucas stands up giving Josie a quick kiss.
Josie: Great, because I am starving! What do you fancy for lunch? Italian?
Lucas: Nah… I’ll be getting my fill of that on Friday Night when Mike and I face off with the Impasta Mafia.
Josie turns to Lucas as they walk out of the library.
Josie: ‘Impasta Mafia’…? That one sounds familiar.
Lucas: Yeah. I tapped Al Fredo of the team out a few weeks back. In seconds.
Josie laughs, taking her future husband’s arm.
Josie: So.
Lucas: Mmm?
Josie: This robot fight that you had last week with an alien and his spaceship… where you were in a Dragonzord of all things…?
Lucas: Yeah...and then another spaceship came in and ruined the honourable that we were having, forcing Mike, Peter and I to team up with S.E.X. to take down the second spaceship.
Josie: How drunk were you when you, Peter and Mike did this?
Lucas: Jose… you know I don’t drink…
Josie: Luke… Mike was either drunk when this supposedly happened or he’s a criminal mastermind with enough money pocketed away to own the world. I mean…. A Dragonzord!
Lucas: Funnily enough, I said EXACTLY the same thing to him. Anyway you saw last week’s Inferno. You know it happened.
Josie: Haha yes I know that… It’s just…
Josie sighs looking at Lucas in the eye.
Lucas: You know what I’m going to say. I always say it…
Josie: I know. ‘It’s pro-wrestling. Just roll with it.’ But how is a giant mech robot battle vs a spaceship – two spaceships – vs a galactic wrestling champion of the Cosmos alien about pro-wrestling?
Lucas stares blankly at her and shrugs with a smile.
Josie: Y’know what? I think I’ve just answered my own question.
Lucas puts his arm around Josie kissing her on the side of the forehead.
Lucas: That’s my girl. Sometimes it’s better to just let things go. Now… how’s Nigel?
Josie: Mmm… yeah. He’s OK… I think he’s at home just watching TV again.
Lucas: Has he had any more messages yet?
Josie: No. But I still don’t know whether it will be safe to head back to Detroit yet.
Lucas: Well I spoke to Eric, the gym is still standing. But I think that we should stay out here for a while longer.
Josie: Daddy will be pleased. Yeah, I agree with you, besides, Florida is lovely… So. Lunch?
Lucas: Anything but Pasta.
We fade out.
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Word Count: 1,166 (I know my shortest one for GCWA, but I’m really tired this week myself).