Seeing Mama Larossia -The Family part 1/part 2 of the story
Apr 19, 2021 9:33:58 GMT -6
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Post by Lord Allton/PennyLord on Apr 19, 2021 9:33:58 GMT -6
It’s early evening in the gorgeous rolling hills and orchards of Sicily. While Lord Allton, Lissandra and Dylan Thomas explore the nearby orchards, taking in the scenery and fresh air and while Mrs. Larossia has banned everyone from her kitchen while she cooks (as is very much her way), Vincenzo, Tank and Frankie are enjoying beers in Mama Larossia’s back garden.
Vincenzo: I’m tellin’ you boys…. it’s fuckin’ bullshit!
Frankie: What’s fuckin’ bullshit?
Vincenzo: What’s fuckin’ bullshit? What’s bullshit?!
Frankie: Brother, did I stutter? Tank, did you see me stutter at any point?
With a smirk, Tank shakes his head and then turns his head to stare at Vincenzo, wondering what his problem is now. Vincenzo takes a swig of his beer and bangs the bottle down in anger.
Vincenzo: Us, the Helmet and Bug Girl freaks… the Malvado assholes and to top it off, Wrath of the FUCKING STORM in a goddamn stupid TLC match. Tank and I are better than each and every other team in that match and we have to degrade ourselves to their fucking level?
After another swig of beer Vincenzo and Tank both shake their heads with Tank smirking again. Frankie however leans back in his deckchair, hands behind his head, looking out onto the Sicilian hills and smiles to himself.
Frankie: Ahh Vincenzo, my cantankerous little brother!
Vincenzo: Pfft.
Frankie: Once again you are looking at this all wrong, eh? Let’s go with Helmet and Bug Chick first of all, eh? You need to get your revenge on them for Last August at GCWA Heatwave……
Frankie pauses while Vincenzo trails off in thought. He remembers the Bug Girl and Lissandra catfight with Lord Allton caught up in the middle of the fray.
Vincenzo: The A-List Family would have easily crushed S.E.X. during the War Games match had it not been for that Bug Girl bitch attacking a defenceless Mrs. T like that!
Frankie: And then there’s Wrath of the Storm. Aren’t they kind of a big deal in GCWA?
Suddenly Vincenzo’s sour expression changes to one of glee and he erupts with laughter.
Vincenzo: Wrath of the Storm a big deal?! Heh. Oh Francisco… you make me laugh. You’re a funny guy.
Frankie: Funny how?
Vincenzo: I dunno. You’re just funny.
The two imposing Larossia brothers then turn to the camera with a knowing wink and carry on their conversation.
Vincenzo: No, but seriously…. Frankie, according to Dylan and Mrs T Wrath of the Storm haven’t even won a match that they can remember in the whole of GCWA’s recent tenure return. They’re gonna be no trouble. S.E.X. are going to be no trouble.
Frankie: And the Malvados?
Tank suddenly throws an empty bottle at the wall just in front of them as the three men watch the bottle shatter into pieces and then points at the glass shards making a cut-throat sign. Frankie taps Tank on the shoulder.
Frankie: Yeah brother. You certainly showed that beer bottle.
Tank smiles shaking his head, writing the word ‘Malvados’ onto a nearby piece of paper.
Vincenzo: You got that right brother! Actually pick up a few of them shards, they’ll be handy for the match.
Frankie: You are not murdering your opponents in the middle of the fucking ring.
Vincenzo: Ah! Come on Frankie!
Frankie: You’re legitimate wrestlers now, remember?
Vincenzo: Damn it Frankie! You used to be cool.
The Larossia brothers exchange ‘fuck you’s’ and laugh as we fade out.
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It’s later in the day and everyone is almost ready to sit down to eat food. But first Lord Allton wants to freshen up.
Lord Allton: Now… Can I freshen up before we eat?
Vincenzo: Si, Roberto. Mama has extended the downstairs larder into a bathroom for your visit.
On the way to the bathroom, Lord Allton chats to Vincenzo.
Lord Allton: Is everything ready for yours and Tank’s match at Double X when we get back to the States?
Vincenzo: Si. Don’t worry Boss, we’re ready.
Lord Allton: I hope you are. This is our final chance to make a statement against the Malvados. You are coming home with the tag team titles Vinnie. Swear to me this.
Allton’s stare to his bodyguard is ice cold. We all know that Lord Allton does not tolerate failure but this… this is a new level. Is there hints of PennyLord seeping through? Even Vincenzo, a former man of honour and former member of a Mafia family in New York is on edge. This is a man who has seen and done practically anything. But Allton is no Mafia Don. He’s simply a man who can and will fuck you up in a moment’s notice -chair or no chair and who can hear the voice of a demonic clown in his head. It’s wise, Vincenzo knows to give the Boss a wide birth. Vincenzo nods.
Vincenzo: Boss, I swear on my life. The Family – YOUR FAMILY are walking out as the NEW Outsiders Tag Team champs.
And just like that the cold, icy stare of Lord Allton is gone and in its place is a huge jovial smile. This too, freaks Vincenzo out, even if he will never admit it.
Lord Allton: Great! Give me a few moments and I’ll be ready to eat.
Vincenzo: Sure, Boss. Whatever you need.
Vincenzo closes the bathroom door, leaving Allton in there as we fade out again, once more.
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Word Count: 900
Vincenzo: I’m tellin’ you boys…. it’s fuckin’ bullshit!
Frankie: What’s fuckin’ bullshit?
Vincenzo: What’s fuckin’ bullshit? What’s bullshit?!
Frankie: Brother, did I stutter? Tank, did you see me stutter at any point?
With a smirk, Tank shakes his head and then turns his head to stare at Vincenzo, wondering what his problem is now. Vincenzo takes a swig of his beer and bangs the bottle down in anger.
Vincenzo: Us, the Helmet and Bug Girl freaks… the Malvado assholes and to top it off, Wrath of the FUCKING STORM in a goddamn stupid TLC match. Tank and I are better than each and every other team in that match and we have to degrade ourselves to their fucking level?
After another swig of beer Vincenzo and Tank both shake their heads with Tank smirking again. Frankie however leans back in his deckchair, hands behind his head, looking out onto the Sicilian hills and smiles to himself.
Frankie: Ahh Vincenzo, my cantankerous little brother!
Vincenzo: Pfft.
Frankie: Once again you are looking at this all wrong, eh? Let’s go with Helmet and Bug Chick first of all, eh? You need to get your revenge on them for Last August at GCWA Heatwave……
Frankie pauses while Vincenzo trails off in thought. He remembers the Bug Girl and Lissandra catfight with Lord Allton caught up in the middle of the fray.
Vincenzo: The A-List Family would have easily crushed S.E.X. during the War Games match had it not been for that Bug Girl bitch attacking a defenceless Mrs. T like that!
Frankie: And then there’s Wrath of the Storm. Aren’t they kind of a big deal in GCWA?
Suddenly Vincenzo’s sour expression changes to one of glee and he erupts with laughter.
Vincenzo: Wrath of the Storm a big deal?! Heh. Oh Francisco… you make me laugh. You’re a funny guy.
Frankie: Funny how?
Vincenzo: I dunno. You’re just funny.
The two imposing Larossia brothers then turn to the camera with a knowing wink and carry on their conversation.
Vincenzo: No, but seriously…. Frankie, according to Dylan and Mrs T Wrath of the Storm haven’t even won a match that they can remember in the whole of GCWA’s recent tenure return. They’re gonna be no trouble. S.E.X. are going to be no trouble.
Frankie: And the Malvados?
Tank suddenly throws an empty bottle at the wall just in front of them as the three men watch the bottle shatter into pieces and then points at the glass shards making a cut-throat sign. Frankie taps Tank on the shoulder.
Frankie: Yeah brother. You certainly showed that beer bottle.
Tank smiles shaking his head, writing the word ‘Malvados’ onto a nearby piece of paper.
Vincenzo: You got that right brother! Actually pick up a few of them shards, they’ll be handy for the match.
Frankie: You are not murdering your opponents in the middle of the fucking ring.
Vincenzo: Ah! Come on Frankie!
Frankie: You’re legitimate wrestlers now, remember?
Vincenzo: Damn it Frankie! You used to be cool.
The Larossia brothers exchange ‘fuck you’s’ and laugh as we fade out.
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It’s later in the day and everyone is almost ready to sit down to eat food. But first Lord Allton wants to freshen up.
Lord Allton: Now… Can I freshen up before we eat?
Vincenzo: Si, Roberto. Mama has extended the downstairs larder into a bathroom for your visit.
On the way to the bathroom, Lord Allton chats to Vincenzo.
Lord Allton: Is everything ready for yours and Tank’s match at Double X when we get back to the States?
Vincenzo: Si. Don’t worry Boss, we’re ready.
Lord Allton: I hope you are. This is our final chance to make a statement against the Malvados. You are coming home with the tag team titles Vinnie. Swear to me this.
Allton’s stare to his bodyguard is ice cold. We all know that Lord Allton does not tolerate failure but this… this is a new level. Is there hints of PennyLord seeping through? Even Vincenzo, a former man of honour and former member of a Mafia family in New York is on edge. This is a man who has seen and done practically anything. But Allton is no Mafia Don. He’s simply a man who can and will fuck you up in a moment’s notice -chair or no chair and who can hear the voice of a demonic clown in his head. It’s wise, Vincenzo knows to give the Boss a wide birth. Vincenzo nods.
Vincenzo: Boss, I swear on my life. The Family – YOUR FAMILY are walking out as the NEW Outsiders Tag Team champs.
And just like that the cold, icy stare of Lord Allton is gone and in its place is a huge jovial smile. This too, freaks Vincenzo out, even if he will never admit it.
Lord Allton: Great! Give me a few moments and I’ll be ready to eat.
Vincenzo: Sure, Boss. Whatever you need.
Vincenzo closes the bathroom door, leaving Allton in there as we fade out again, once more.
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Word Count: 900