{{Scene One: Settling In}}
{Everyday I’m Shufflin’}
We fade in to the shore house at the wee hours of 1:30pm. The sun shines brightly through the windows, yet the late night partiers don’t seem phased by it. Carla and Ricky are curled up closely in the master bedroom of the house, covered by only tee shirts and a white sheet. Inside of the girls bedroom, Dixie, Toni, Candy, and Bianca are sprawled out in the tight space, until Dixie begins stirring. She clearly isn’t used to the late night partying that is commonplace for this rowdy group of overgrown 21 year olds, with four to six years experience. She carefully steps down from the top bunk over Candy who simply groans and turns over, pulling the sheet over her head. Dixie tiptoes out toward the boys bedroom where Ricky, Tony, and Giani are all fast asleep in a mess of pillows, sheets, and limbs shielding their eyes from the light. Dixie smirks as she tiptoes inside, planting a kiss on Giani’s forehead. He groans and puckers his lips up on instinct as Dixie walks out of the room. She walks to the kitchen and begins slowly pacing in boredom. She opens the refrigerator and pulls out a jug of orange juice, before grabbing a glass from the cabinet. She pours the juice when a smile comes over her face. She quickly screws the cap back onto the juice and opens the refrigerator, putting it back inside. She begins pulling out eggs, and packages of meat. She begins pulling out pans and bowls, and a whisk as she hums music to herself. Cracking several dozen eggs into a bowl, she is prepared to make the best hangover breakfast she knows how. We fast forward through most of this process to when Bianca comes out of the girls bedroom. She sniffs the air, taking in the sweet aroma of bacon, pancakes, eggs, and various other breakfast foods. Instead of smiling, she purses her lips, glaring down the hallway at Dixie who is dancing to “Teams†by Lorde, clapping along as she puts the finishing touches on everything. She shakes her head, sneering as she walks to the bathroom.
Bianca: Kiss ass…
Her thick Jersey accent radiates through her voice as she walks into the bathroom. The sizzling bacon immediately pulls the boys out of their room, and Candy as well. They begin talking amongst themselves as they walk toward the kitchen. Bianca comes out quickly, still drying her hands on a towel. She flips it over her shoulder as she brushes past everyone, going into the kitchen. She bumps into Dixie and begins stirring a pot of breakfast gravy as if she had done so much work. She sighs and looks to Dixie with a fake smile on her face.
Bianca: Thanks so much for helping me with this breakfast. Ya such a sweet little thing, ain’tcha?
Bianca pinches her cheeks as everyone else laughs. Giani sniffs the air and then stretches out as he looks right at Dixie. Giani looks around the kitchen with a concerned look on his face.
Giani: Wait, you touched the stove, B? Why does it smell like food instead of scorched gnarly nastiness? Where’s the flames? Where’s the firemen?
Toni: I bagged one uh them last night.
Bianca: You’re such an ass, Gi… I taught Ms. Nordic Queen here how to cook for an Italian man. Ya should thank me.
Giani rolls his eyes as he pats his gut, signifying that she does just fine. Dixie smirks and winks as she goes to shut off the music. Candy stops her, whispering that she likes the song. She and Dixie bump hips and clap to the music, laughing while Dixie turns around and pulls off the final pieces of bacon. Bianca rolls her eyes now and then drops the spoon.
Bianca: Fine, I was just tryin’ to be nice cause she used all our eggs, flour, bacon, sausage… like everythin’. I didn’t want you guys to be mad at her. I mean, the poor girl awwready sticks out like a sore thumb, yaknowhatimsayin?
Bianca stares at Dixie with a hint of jealousy in her eyes, but she pretends to be her friend, pulling her away from Candy and into an embrace. This is a little offputting to most of the housemates as they step aside. Giani shakes his head and snickers as Dixie shrugs apologetically to him.
Bianca: I like you. I think we’re gonna be besties this summer. The three of us.
Giani can’t hold in the laughter as he finally rescues Dixie from Bianca. She sighs and wraps her free arm around him. She sighs as she looks around at the food with her bright and bubbly smile present.
Dixie: Eat up. There should be plenty for everyone, since I apparently wiped the house out of food.
Giani: Ya cooked it, which is more than half these slackers woulda done hahahaha!
Louie: Ey yo, ya cooked it, ya replace it. We’ll call it even then.
Toni: Yeah right, Lou! Ya eatin’ it too, so you can chip in to replace it. Thanks for cookin’ for us, sweetheart.
Toni pulls Dixie in and gives her a friendly kiss on the cheek before grabbing plates and passing them out. Bianca narrows her eyes as she bites into her lip, growling under her voice. She snatches a plate from Toni and begins taking a little bit of everything. Grabbing a fork, she takes a small nibble of the eggs and gags on it.
Bianca: Honey, these eggs is cold. Here, nobody eat the eggs. They are cold and got no flavor. And that gravy… *blegh* Sorry, too much pepper…
Bianca walks over to the stove and cranks up the gas to heat up the eggs. Dixie’s eyes widen as she quickly shuts it off.
Dixie: You can’t do that to the eggs. They’ll scorch and stick. I can microwave yours.
Bianca: No thanks. I’m picky with my food. I’ll just have some cereal and orange juice. Ya didn’t make the juice, did ya Martha Stewart?
Dixie: Ummm, no?
Bianca dumps her plate, food and all, into the sink as she walks over to grab a bowl and a glass. Everyone makes their way to the table as Giani quickly rushes Dixie along with him. She looks confused, but Giani forces her down. Everyone goes quiet while they eat, save for the moans and groans of a good, home cooked breakfast unlike anything they’ve ever tasted before. Bianca narrows her eyes as she gathers her stuff, walking toward the table. She scoffs when she sees that there are no open seats at the table.
Bianca: Ummm, what happened? Where’s my seat?
Ricky: I guess we never got us a ninth seat for our ninth party animal, who happens to be a bomb ass cook! Mama mia! Maybe ya could teach Carla a thing or two?
Carla: Asshole! But yeah, this white stuff is amazing, Dixie…
Louie: That’s what she said, emirate? Hahaha!
The guys at the table get a good chuckle out of that as Carla’s cheeks turn red. Candy groans in disgust as she can’t help but laugh, shaking her head with a mouth full of food. Bianca scoffs once more before walking to the breakfast bar where she eats in solitude. There is a bunch of small talk going on at the table as Giani gives Dixie props on the food. Toni looks up at Dixie and holds a hand out toward everyone else.
Toni: Ey, I just realized we been so into havin’ a good time back here on Barry Goldstein’s dime, we didn’t even get to know ya very well, sweetheart. So you’re a wrestler too?
Dixie: Oh, no… My sister is. Misty? She’s got a bunch of championship belts to her name. I just happened to meet Giani through her, and we’ve been inseparable since.
Dixie smirks as she leans over, giving Giani a kiss on the lips. Everyone gives an “awww†at this, but they are quickly cut off by Bianca, who is still turned away from them.
Bianca: Didn’t Giani (beep) ya sister? Isn’t that kinda awkward at family functions and all? I mean, he (beep)ed ya sister and then wifed you… So weird, right?
This definitely puts a damper on the conversation as Dixie bites into her cheek, stopping herself from saying anything. Giani stares daggers at Bianca’s back as everyone looks down at their plates, shoveling food into their mouths. Toni finally looks back at Bianca and gives her a blurred out middle finger before turning back to Dixie.
Toni: So you’re like a manager or somethin’? Ain’t that the right word, Giani?
Giani: Nah, she ain’t on screen usually. She don’t like the camera very much unless I make her take cute photos. Hahaha.
Toni: That’s cool. How do ya feel with all these asshole cameramen up ya (beep) twenty-four seven then?
Dixie smiles sheepishly as she looks gently over at the camera, giggling nervously before shrugging her shoulders. She takes a bite of eggs as Giani gently strokes her back, helping her to bring her attention back to the table.
Dixie: It’s definitely taking some time to adjust, that’s for sure. But, it’s something I have to do to keep up with Giani. Where ever there’s a camera, there’s Giani’s cute face…
Candy: Too freakin’ cute. You guys are a perfect couple…
Candy’s words draw out with sincerity as she reaches across the table, taking both of their hands in hers, rubbing the tops with her thumbs. She nods her head with a serious look on her face.
Candy: You two are so good together… I can’t wait until we see someone saddle the “Italian Stallion†finally.
Bianca: Oh, that was a nightly thing for three seasons. I personally don’t think ya can trust a player, but that’s just me. Some girls got standards, and some don’t.
Candy: Oh, just shut the (beep) up, Bianca. Eat ya damn gluten free cornflakes and bullshit fake milk by yaself and let the mature adults have their conversation.
Bianca turns around on the stool and stares right at Candy, who doesn’t back down even a little despite her size disadvantage. She scoops some food into her mouth, but doesn’t turn away from Bianca. Bianca flips her hair over her shoulders and licks at her teeth as she laughs.
Bianca: So you’re really coming for me right now? Like really, really? I ain’t afraid to smash ya meatball face in if ya don’t watch it.
Candy: Oh, ya welcome to try sweetheart. Just cause I’m smaller than ya, that don’t mean I can’t beat ya ass. I awready did that last season when ya told us how ya got Gi to leave, and I’ll do it again.
Giani: Ladies, ladies… save it for the finale er somethin’! Don’t waste it on episode two. Hahahaha!
Dixie: Seriously, it’s okay. She reminds me of some girls I know. Only this time, she’s jealous that she can’t sit with us.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! That’s the sound that echoes throughout the kitchen, coming from everyone sitting at the table, except Dixie, who smiles, proud of her quip. Everyone reaches in for a fist bump as Giani pats her on the back for the serious burn. Bianca glares at Dixie before finishing up her orange juice. She shoves the dishes into the island sink just a few feet in front of her. She stands up and storms out of the kitchen in a huff as Toni and Candy wring their hands next to their eyes, laughing as we fade out momentarily.
{Cut Scene: Bianca S.}
We fade into the private green screen room of the house where we see Bianca sitting in a director’s style chair. She doesn’t look the least bit happy as she has her arms folded in her lap in front of the bright scene of the Jersey Shore Boardwalk. She lets the silence linger for a moment longer than it should before finally speaking.
Bianca: I don’t get why everyone’s droolin’ over little miss sunshine. I mean, she’s new, get over it, right? But to put me out and make me eat alone was the last straw. I’m done, like seriously done. If she wants to play dirty, I could make a couple phone calls, and make this summer one that the broad will never forget…
Bianca sneers as she speaks, letting the venom in her words stick out above all else. She snickers, proud of herself as she waves her phone around in front of the camera so that we know how serious she really is.
{Cut Scene: Giani}
Inside of the same room, at a separate time, Giani can be seen shaking his head. He sighs as he places his head in his hands, laughing. Once the laughter fades from his voice, he looks back up at the camera with an almost confused look on his face.
Giani: Seriously bro? What was I thinkin’? Bringin’ Dixie on this show seemed like a good idea, right? Get to spend the summer with my girl, have a good time, bank a little coin in the process, but this ain’t her scene. She could hardly hang with my crazy ass family, let alone this bunch. But, it wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t for Bianca. That girl’s got problem, and she wants to take it out on Dixie for some reason, and I just don’t get it.
Giani shakes his head some more as he tries to think it over. He scoffs and then just stands up from his chair and walks over toward the door where the camera cuts out in a small bit of fuzzy snow.
{End Cut Scenes}
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{Everyday I’m Shufflin’}
{{Scene Two: Where Have You Been?}}
As if this needed any further explanation, the questions have been flying around about where Giani Di Luca has really been lately. Everyone knows what he’s been up to, but nobody could figure out why he wasn’t around Twitter. Why has he only made one or two appearances before saving Equinox from the double team attack by the hands of J2H and J.N. Ringo? Why did Giani disappear without a trace? But most importantly, why did he decide to come back now? All of these, and many more answers will be explored in the next several scenes. But do you really wanna think right now? Is that why you turned on a Reality TV show? Me thinks not…
“Breath†by Anberlin can be heard playing I the background as several SCW stars can be seen mingling at the Supercard pre-show for Into the Void III. The Make A Wish charity supercard had drawn in a lot of people from across the country, both those who were a part of the Make A Wish Foundation, as well as those who supported the foundation. SCW raised millions of dollars for this foundation, and a few big contributors were members of the Fuhgeddaboudit cast. Only one of them was granted any air time for the show, but it wasn’t a publicity stunt for them. Kids are running around the Gold Coast Casino’s in door venue, meeting their favorite SCW stars and various other celebrities who had turned out for the event. Pussy Willow is seen walking around the room, almost aimlessly as she has a microphone in her hand. Everyone seems busy at the moment, except for Giani Di Luca, who is sitting against a wall with Dixie and Candy nearby. Pussy smiles and immediately walks over to the group.
Pussy: Well look who we have here! It’s Giani Di Luca, former SCW Heavyweight and Tag Team Champion. What brings you all the way to Las Vegas after you disappeared on us?
Pussy smiles in a joking tone, but her words seem to sting Giani just a little bit. He shakes his head as if he refuses to answer her question. She playfully shoves his shoulder and giggles as she tries to lighten his mood a little. Candy bites onto her bottom lip as she looks over to Dixie, who seems a bit too bashful to say anything. Candy sighs and then looks right at Pussy.
Candy: Honey, right now ain’t a good time for an interview. We been livin’ in front of cameras for a couple weeks now, and this… this just ain’t a good time.
Pussy: That’s why you guys get paid the big bucks, isn’t it? Besides, Giani here has never been afraid of the camera before.
Candy: I know, he ain’t afraid of nothin’, he’s just havin’ a hard time today. It’s kinda like non manly emotional kinda stuff, so maybe ya could go get an interview with Spike Staggs or somethin’?
Pussy scans the room, seeing the cameras focus in on Spike Staggs who is inside of the ring with several kids, playing and joking around with them. He gets them ready for a few choreographed moves on him as he loudly explains what they should do as he comes down to his knees. Instead, one playfully clotheslines him, and the others form a dog pile on top of him, laughing. This brings a smile out of Giani’s bleak mood. Pussy turns back to them, smiling herself.
Pussy: It looks like Spike is a little busy at the moment, and I see a smile on someone’s face. Maybe we could get a few words from you?
Candy: Look, lady… I don’t know how else to say this without soundin’ like one-uh them stuck up Mean Girls, but (beep) off. He just ain’t ready for this right now…
Dixie: Um, I think what she’s trying to say, in a bad choice of words, is that Giani isn’t in a talking mood right now. He’s been under a lot of stress lately, and…
Giani can’t help but wipe away at a single tear rolling down his cheek. He takes a deep breath, doing his best to put on a brave macho manly face to make up for his display of vulnerability, but it only makes us choke up a bit in response. Dixie sees this and wipes the tear from Giani’s face. She strokes his shoulder as Candy gives Pussy a friendly, apologetic nod. Pussy reaches in and pats Giani as well.
Pussy: I’m… I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to… do whatever I did to make you tear up like that.
Giani sniffles and wipes away at his face as he takes in a deep breath. He looks up at the bright lights hanging from the ceiling as he signs the Trinity, clasping his hands together as he slowly looks back down at Pussy. There is something in his eyes that we’ve never seen before, and that is true vulnerability. He nods his head and forces a smile onto his face, but it truly seems out of place there at this moment.
Giani: Naw, it’s okay. It’s nothin’ that ya did, sweetheart. It’s just, uhhh… (Beep), how do I say this?
Candy: No, Giani, ya don’t have to…
Giani places a hand on her shoulder, nodding his head in a way that lets her know that she doesn’t have to protect him. She bites onto her lip and backs off as per Giani’s silent request. Dixie also gives him a bit of space as Giani looks to Candy, and then to Pussy.
Giani: Nah, it’s okay Candy… It might do some good to get this off my chest. I’m sure ya heard that I dropped some serious dime for this event. I forgot to check the box to donate anonymously, and the Head of Talent Relations called me up and about had a heart attack with how many zeroes was on that check. I declined bein’ here, so the asshole calls up my agent, Barry Goldstein cause the two is butt buddies or somethin’… Anyway, they hassled me to no end to come out here. I kept sayin’ “No, no, no, no, no…†until I was blue in the face.
Pussy: That doesn’t sound like the redeemed Giani Di Luca that the fans and I know. The same guy who dressed like Santa and handed gifts out to kids in the audience at December 2 Dismember last year.
Giani nods his head as he looks at Pussy, taking in her words as she speaks. Dixie and Candy look to Giani, with worry spread over their faces. Giani strokes his chin in a nervous sort of reaction before finally speaking.
Giani: I didn’t wanna show up here today cause I wanted to avoid this whole little number we got goin’ on here. I wasn’t lookin’ to cry in front of a camera, cause I ain’t had enough drinks for that sh*t. So I kept sayin’ no, and they kept comin’ back with different figures of money I could make, and the publicity that I could get for myself and for the show. I wasn’t interested in none-uh that. What finally got me was when they handed me a folder with a picture attached to it. There was this little blonde kid with tubes comin’ outta his arms, skin and bones, the whole bit. I felt sorry for the kid.
Pussy: Most of our stars, both past and present, felt the same way. I’m glad you came out.
Giani: No, the story don’t end there, P-Dubz. This kid had every reason in the world to look sad. He had every reason imaginable to just give up and wait out his time. With Leukemia, no one woulda blamed him. But ya know what? He had the brightest (beep)in’ smile I ever seen on his face in that picture. I looked at his smile, and I didn’t notice the tubes no more. They had me at the picture, but when I read a letter written by Roland, I literally melted. I was done for. The kid was gonna meet me come hell or high water, because I had to meet the bravest person in the world, and that was Roland *Censored to protect identity*.
Pussy smiles in a comforting manner. She nods her head and starts to bring the microphone back to her lips to respond. However, Giani has other ideas as he holds her hand firmly in place for a second. His eyes are welling up, but he keeps his tough face on.
Giani: I never once had that kinda strength when I was stayin’ at St. Jude’s. Barry knew what he was doin’ when he handed me that folder. He knew that I suffered from Leukemia as a kid also. I am a survivor. I’m one of the minority, who got to make a wish and live to tell the tale. I was never as strong as Roland was. I gave up more times than I could count when I was hunched over the toilet, pukin’ my guts up, getting’ radiation treatments, losin’ my hair…
Pussy: But you are still here. You must not have truly given up, or you wouldn’t have made it through.
Giani: By the skin of my teeth, Pussy…
Pussy: It doesn’t matter, Mr. Di Luca. You made it. If anything, you deserve to be here to tell your tale to all of these kids to give them hope. I’m so proud that you made it here today, because it must have been very hard to do.
Giani nods his head as Candy and Dixie smile. He sniffles, but in a way that suggests he’s got a cold, and it’s no big deal, rather than residual tears. He gets a bounce back in his step as he smiles past his reddened eyes.
Giani: Ya right. But today ain’t about me. It’s about that kid right over there…
Giani points off in the distance as a blonde kid wearing dark demin skinny jeans, white sneakers, and an NXT tank top and wrist band. His smile becomes even more etched on his face as he looks down to his matching outfit. He looks around quickly before pulling out a pair of sunglasses to hide his eyes from the kid. He opens his arms and lets out an “Eyyyyyyyyy!†before walking toward the kid. The Fuhgeddaboudit cameras follow after him as the kid runs up excitedly laughing. His parents embrace, letting him go to have his fun.
Giani: Roly Poly! What’s happenin’ my man?
Roland: You really came! I can’t believe it, mom, do you see him? He’s really here! Oh my GOD!
Giani smirks and looks back at Dixie as the kid jumps into his arms. Giani lifts him up with ease as he walks through the crowd. Somehow, the pair had gone from being almost non-existent in the crowd to being the center of attention.
Giani: Of course I came. When Giani Di Luca says he’s gonna do somethin’, ya better believe he’s gonna do it, dawg.
Roland: I know you probably hear it all the time, but I’m seriously your biggest fan. When I grow up, I wanna be a wrestler like you, if I can get the muscles like you got.
Giani sets him down next to the ring where Spike winks at Giani, exiting to give them their time. Giani winks back and then looks down to Roland reassuringly.
Giani: Kid, ya gonna have the biggest muscles any wrestler ever had. Ya gonna make me look like a toothpick, bro hahahaha!
Roland: You really think so Gi? Can I call you Gi?
Giani: Ya sure can, and I sure am. Ya already the strongest kid I ever met in my whole life, so I know ya gonna grow up to be whatever ya set out to be.
Roland smiles almost bashfully as he waves off Giani’s comments. He reaches up and grabs onto the bottom rope, trying to pull himself onto the apron. He struggles a bit until Giani gives him a lift. Giani them pulls himself onto the apron and the two stand there like they were a David and Goliath tag team. They step through the ropes at the same time and Roland leans against the ropes, bouncing back and forth as he gets a feel for it. Giani goes to the other side, getting the non existent crowd pumped up before they meet in the center of the ring. They pose for the flashing cameras before Giani looks out at the scattering crowd. Ring crew members have begun setting up the barricades and getting things set up for the actual show to start.
Giani: Hey, why don’t we go get some snacks and talk while we wait for the show to start tonight. Which match are ya lookin’ forward to the most?
Roland: I can’t wait to see Equinox fight Andrew Garcia. Anyone who wears Mean Girls shirts needs to go down! Besides, Equinox is my favorite now that you’re gone.
Giani laughs as he gives the kid a high five. They are among the last few who aren’t members of the ring crew who haven’t left ringside yet. The ring crew comes to check on them to see how long they will be. Giani’s face sours a bit while Roland starts to exit the ring. The last words stung just a bit, and it made him come up with one helluva promotional bit for the show… a return to the ring! Now, if only there was a good enough reason to make a comeback…
{Everyday I’m Shufflin’}
{{Scene Three: New York, New York!}}
New York City, New York
11/05/2014 11:59am EST
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Ahhh, the city that never sleeps… Is there a city that is more fitting for “The Italian Stallion†than good ole New York? Seaside Heights might be his home, but for a man who has outgrown the charm of such a town, New York just seems perfect. Taxi cabs and furious cars are stuck in a traffic jam while the smarter pedestrians of the city scatter about from Wall Street to the outlying areas for a lunch hour spent at their favorite neighborhood bistro or hole in the wall restaurant. Over in Central Park, people can be seen walking their dogs, businessmen eating a sandwich on the bench, with a cell phone tucked between their ear and their shoulder, and tourists that stick out like sore thumbs scatter about, taking pictures of the world famous park. The Empire State Building, and Statue of Liberty all come into view, but our final resting spot for this web exclusive Fuhgeddaboudit/Sin City Wrestling promotion sees Giani Di Luca standing on the docks of Ellis Island. Today, you can find a ferry with tourists a plenty boarding and exiting the ferry. On a technicality, we are in Giani’s home state, but let’s not split hairs here…
As people pass by Giani, he leans against a tree, looking off and into the city of New York. The sun glares off of his South Pole Sunglasses with crosses adorning the sides. He squints his eyes as he takes in the scenery in the distance. Taking a deep breath, he finally looks over to the camera, taking in a deep breath as he crosses one arm over his shoulder, scratching at his back.
Giani: Ey, so… I came here today cause I’m supposed to say a few things about my opponents, James Huntington Hawkes the third and Jimmy Ringo. Yeah, those asshats goin’ by J2H and Mister J.N. Ringo. What a freakin’ joke!
Giani shakes his head, trying to force a laugh out, but it seems just as such. Something within him seems focused on more important matters than sharing a laugh with the viewers. No, he bites onto his bottom lip, deep in thought. He takes a moment of silence, something the loudmouthed, confident Italian from Jersey never does. He finally breaks the awkward silence as his nostrils flare out, and his chest puffs out.
Giani: These guys ain’t even on my radar honestly. I got more important thin’s to deal with than these assholes and their abbreviations and acronyms and other douchebaggery. I got my boy Equinox’s back, and that’s all this is about. Sure, the jerk offs tried several times to make a punk bitch outta me, but how did that turn out? I lost a match against Sean Jackson. I bled. I got kicked in the back of the head, which was a bitch move. I got dropped on my face, but ya know what? I’m still standin’ motherfuckers. You ain’t knocked me down yet.
Giani covers his mouth as he sees a set of parents shielding their child’s virgin ears from his uncensored foul mouth. He gives them an almost apologetic nod before looking back to the camera. He nods his head, his expression getting more and more serious as he goes.
Giani: So tell me, James, old buddy…
Giani gets a cheesy, fake grin on his face as he swings his arm in a “ho hum†manner, giving a half turn in the process before turning back to the camera with the serious expression etched on his face once more.
Giani: Tell me the story about how ya carried my ass through a tag title reign. I love that fairy tale, dawg. Oh, you was serious? Fuck me, bro! No one actually believes that, by the way. Naw, everyone saw Giani Di Luca carryin’ ya ass from day one. Let’s take us a little stroll down Memory Lane. Humor me for a minute here. See, I ain’t got the best memory. I forget birthday’s, I got smacked on national television for forgettin’ an anniversary. Oops, spoiler alert! Hash tag, Fuhgeddaboudit! Anyway, I don’t always remember things clearly, but I dropped a little dough at the SCW Merch table two weeks ago. I got this nifty little DVD called 2013 Best of the Roulette Division. Yeah, it’s got some kick ass matches on it. But one just called out to me. Actually, I brought the case with me.
Giani reaches into his light hooded jacket, causing the tattoo design to dance a bit while he fumbles around with the inner pocket. He pulls out the case, and holds it out backward, with his finger pointing precisely to a match titled “James Huntington Hawkes III © Vs “The Italian Stallion†Giani Di Lucaâ€. Giani chuckles now, this time with a little bit of sincerity in it.
Giani: I wanted to make sure that I didn’t see thin’s as I wish they happened, instead of how they really happened. See, the way you was tawkin’, Giani Di Luca was a true bitch in that match. “The Italian Stallion†got his ass handed to him. Like he was beggin’ for mercy, and badass Hawkes said “Fuck naw, kid!†I stroked my chin for a minute, thinkin’ “Naw, that can’t be right. The kid was a bonafide pussy up to and includin’ most of our title reign.†So, I popped this DVD in, threw back a couple shots with the boys, playin’ a little game. See, every time J2H did a puss move, or ran away from that Di Luca fella… we took a drink. Before the match was finished, every one of us blacked out, and I woke up in a sheep skin blanket on a subway train to Newark. Fuck me, bro, I had no idea how that match ended up, but I know I was never the Roulette Champion, so I musta lost. But one thing that’s for damn sure is that you didn’t own me. Ya barely made it out with ya belt, dawg. So next time ya wanna tawk about beatin’ a Heavyweight Champion, take a hard look at ya methods. If I ran away, screaming like a little girl any time someone come at me, and hit people with chairs and ring bells when the ref wasn’t lookin’, I’d be undefeated.
Giani shakes his head, rolling his eyes underneath his sunglasses. He thinks for a second, and then chuckles again.
Giani: I know I said I had more important thin’s to tawk about than some wannabe’s, but I couldn’t resist puttin’ a punk back in his place. As for Ringo, at least he smartened up some and stopped his major offenses of Swagger Jackin’ off Giani Di Luca. That was awful, bro. You? You, I coulda taken serious if I didn’t look back at old tapes and see a bad imitation of myself. Not to mention… who are ya kiddin’, bro? Ya must got a lot of confidence in yaself, cause that kid ya runnin’ around with? Ya gonna have a lot of dead weight on ya back. Trust me, I know from experience.
Giani winks and clicks his teeth as he points toward the camera as if he were pointing right at J.N. Ringo himself. He places his hands on the sides of his head as his eyes roll back in his head. He gasps as he stumbles backward, colliding with the tree once more.
Giani: Oh. Oh my gawd… I… I just got a vision. I think I’ve just seen the future, bro. Seriously. Oh, that don’t look good for me or Equinox, or the fans even. Wow, that’s some scary shit… Look, I’m gonna be nice and share this vision with each an every one of ya, cause it’s like *shudders* a total freakin’ bombshell.
Giani continues to shudder as he stands up straight again. He walks off the shock, pacing back and forth for a moment. He stomps his foot and swings his arms at his side as he finally gets a grip on himself.
Giani: This match is gonna be brutal. This match is gonna make the fans skin crawl. People are gonna be jumpin’ to their feet, screamin’ mine and Equinox’s names. But, there’s gonna be a lot of cheap shit thrown around. Wait, ya not surprised? Why not? Oh, cause that’s all they’ve done since they came back to SCW? I… I guess ya right. Well, still, we’re gonna see a lot of underhanded bullshit, I can guarantee that. But the difference is that this ain’t no two on one attack. They can’t jump outta the ring when the odds are evened out, cause the odds are gonna be even. Well, not really cause I’m gonna be there with a partner. I’m a beast, bro, so we got the advantage here. Their only advantage comes when their opponent’s backs are turned, and they got a number advantage. Take that away, and they got nothin’. They don’t stand a chance. And throw in one uh them Roulette Rules stipulations, and this one can go down as a victory for the fan favorites like it should be…
Giani nods his head in reassurance to the viewers. He rubs his hands together as a smile creeps across his face. He then runs his hand across his faux hawk before thinking up his final thoughts.
Giani: If it wasn’t for those two douchebags, I woulda shut Sean Jackson the fuck up. Since they cost me a successful comeback match, I’m gonna take the victory I shoulda had, and I’m gonna take it at their expense. The Roulette Championship ain’t goin’ no where, dawg. I know I don’t gain nothin’ out of this, but just doin’ the right thin’ is good enough for me. For my people, the fans!
Giani slowly begins walking down the docks of Ellis Island, staring across the water to the Statue of Liberty. He sighs as a smile crosses his face, one that is reminiscent of those who came here before him.
Giani: That statue right there was a sign of hope to every person who came here to live the dream. Like a shining beacon to people all around the world. My papa Luciano told me stories of how his papa told stories of the new dream land. Bein’ here so free, just as a visitor is like amazing. So much history around here, my pops is probably gonna cry when he sees this.
Giani cracks his infamous smile once again as he continues walking across the dock and toward the rest of the tour group that is gathering. He takes in a deep breath as the people point and whisper, some even going as far as to wave into the camera and showboat in the background. Giani turns around, giving them a thumb up as they give a mild cheer. Giani turns back to the camera with one last deep breath.
Giani: The fans look to me and Equinox like the immigrants of the past looked at that statue. What kinda person would I be if I didn’t go into this match to give it one hundred and fifty percent of myself? So, like I said before… this ain’t about J2H or J.N. Ringo. This ain’t about Equinox, or even myself. This is about the fans, and keepin’ their hope alive. It might sound arrogant of me to say, but I have the hope of the fans in my hands, and I can’t go takin’ that responsibility lightly. High Stakes 4 I gonna mark a new day for the SCW as a whole. The fan favorites are takin’ back the show. We ain’t gonna let assholes like J2H, Ringo, or Sean Jackon run this bitch no more! That’s a promise. That’s a wrap, folks. Tune in to High Stakes on scwrestling.net in just a few short days. I’ll see ya there! Fuhgeddaboudit!
With that, Giani throws his arms into the air, eliciting a cheer from the tour group behind him, one that makes the last one seem like it was nothing. The fans pat him on the back as the tour guide approaches, and the screen slowly begins to wane.
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