Post by enforcer on Feb 10, 2021 22:59:02 GMT -6
Flashback
5/12/96
*Scene*
::An eighteen year old Enforcer is sitting at a table with two friends at a well known Mafia bar that used to be the hangout of Sammy Gravano called Tali’s bar. Enforcer is playing a game of poker with his two friends at the table. He has a decent sized stack of chips and cash right in front of him as the underboss of the Delany Crime family, Bruno Espotito, walks into the bar with two large men following him. The two large men look over at a couple of guys sitting near the door and nod their heads for the two men by the door to leave. One of Enforcer’s friends nudges Enforcer’s arm to look towards the door. Enforcer and his two friends stand up as the other patrons in the bar make their exit. Enforcer turns to his friends.::Enforcer:Take a walk.
::Enforcer approaches Bruno.::
Bruno Esposito:We’ve been negotiating all fucking night!
Enforcer:Negotiating what?
Bruno Esposito:Your fucking life!!!
Enforcer:What am I a fucking coke hea….
Bruno Esposito:Be quiet!!!
::Bruno motions to the guys he came with to stand near the door then looks over at Enforcer and points to a chair at the bar.::
Bruno Esposito:Sit down.
::Bruno kicks slides the chair over to Enforcer with his foot.::
Bruno Esposito:I said sit down.
::Enforcer grabs the back of the chair and takes a seat in the chair.::
Bruno Esposito:I’ve clipped a lot of guys in my life. Close friends...guys I didn’t know and we always agreed the guy should be clipped. But I’ve never questioned the orders and never wen’t off halfcocked and clipped somebody I wasn’t supposed to.
Enforcer:Hey Bruno…
Bruno Esposito:You shut up!
::Bruno points his right index finger at Enforcer.::
Bruno Esposito:You just listen.
::Bruno puts his hand down onto the bar.::
Bruno Esposito:Marco went to Don Luca for permission to have you whacked.
::Bruno raises his right hand and puts his right thumb and index finger just centimeters away from each other.::
Bruno Esposito:He came this close.
::Bruno puts his hand back down on to the bar.::
Bruno Esposito:I told Don Luca you were like a grandson to me and that touched the old man.He told Marco to give you a pass. But if he had said you gotta go then…
::Bruno points over to the two men at the door.::
Bruno Esposito:I would have come here today with these two zips and you would go. Tony….you cannot whack a main man on somebody else’s crew! There are rules! If you break the rules then this whole Goddamn thing of ours cracks and crumbles. (In an ominous tone) You never break the rules. Capisce?
Enforcer:Capisce.
Bruno Esposito:Alright. Let’s drink to that.
::Bruno walks behind the bar and grabs a bottle of scotch. He sets the bottle of scotch on the bar and then grabs two shot glasses.::
Bruno Esposito:Wipe your face, Tony. You are sweating up a one hundred dollar shirt.
::He sets them on the bar next to each other then grabs the scotch and pours them each shot.::
Bruno Esposito:Don Luca said you’ll have to do some time but he’ll take care of your infant daughter and her grandmother till you get out.
::Bruno sets the bottle of scotch down and grabs one of the shot glasses then raises it in the air. Enforcer grabs the remaining shot glass. And puts it in the air.::
Bruno Esposito:La Familia and the rules that hold us together.
Enforcer:La Familia....
::Enforcer looks over at Bruno.::
Enforcer:...And the rules....that holds us together.
::The two men clink their glasses and each have a shot.::
Present Day
*Scene*
::Enforcer is sitting on a jet ski that is not moving in the middle of White Rock Lake in Dallas, Texas. He is slowly looking around and soaking in the scenery around him.::
Enforcer:Obviously I am a bit disappointed to no longer be GCWA World Television champion but I have been in this business for multiple decades now and know that is all part of the game. Straight up, Alessandro was the better man that one night. But I must digress and not dwell on things. Before me stands a man with quite a bit of accomplishments around here in GCWA. Topped off by an impressive North American title reign. Not to mention the man with a thousand nicknames. There are nicknames referring to how worthy he is, better yet there are nicknames referring to how sexy he is, or even that he is the seventy minute man. Huh, I didn’t know you have a designated amount of time that you put your head up your own ass. Impressive, Zag. Real impressive. I have got to wonder, Zag, why all the nicknames? It must be due to some major insecurities you have but hey more power tower to you. I have got to tell you man that all those nicknames are the drizzled shits and I am not even sorry that I told you because someone had to. Not one of your many nicknames accurately describe who and what you have been since you lost the GCWA North American title last year. Deep in your heart you know that to be true, Zag. That doubt in yourself has to be lurking in the back of your mind. Which makes you overcompensate to try to prove to the world that your relevance holds true to this very day. Which, I totally get it because I am no spring chicken. Admitally I have been around. So, I get why you are grasping at straws in your desire to make the year twenty, twenty one your year. Your desire to become the GCWA World Heavyweight champion.
::Enforcer lowers his sunglasses to show his unimpressed eyes. After a few seconds he slides his sunglasses back up to cover his eyes once again.::
Enforcer:Zag, you sound like every mark to have ever stepped into any wrestling ring anywhere in the world. I want to be World Champion, this year will be my best year ever which is why nobody will ever stop me...Did you hear that?...That’s right, that was my eyes rolling with the wrestling audience turning off their television, exiting any streaming service that GCWA is on because dammit Zag all that mind blowing knowledge you just dropped on the wrestling world has been said countless times over the centuries that the wrestling business has been in existence. Which is as clear as day that you and I are at the genesis of our careers, Zag. So, here is a reality check for you Zag. You and your wrestling career isn’t on the ascension anymore. It ended on that night you lost the North American title. Because when you lost the North American title your soul was ripped out of your chest. Zag, you are simply just a shell of yourself. The ascension you think you are on will lead to a huge dose of reality when you smack face first into the reality you now live in. Just think of this match as the last scene of the movie, Cast away, when Tom Hanks gets out of his car and stands there looking at a four way intersection as he tries to decide how he wants to live the rest of his life. That is exactly where we are at Zag and I doubt your misguided ego can handle that. Which will be our further downfall into the pit of despair. So, you can sell your soul to the devil for undying relevance and a good plastic surgeon to let you try to look twenty one again. Zag, come to the light my friend, and accept that you don’t have what it takes anymore. The GCWA World title reign that you so desire is just a pipe dream that will never come true.
::Enforcer starts to rev the jet ski and drives off as the camera fades to black.::