{In My Head (Part One)}

{Everyday I’m Shufflin’}


Inside of the Rooftop Bar in Vegas, several New Years Eve banners hang from the ceiling and walls.  The banners are defaced with red and black NXT logos.  The club is packed to capacity as white lights flash across them.  House music plays softly in the background as the bartender is forced to work at double capacity, pouring drinks for the somewhat rowdy crowd.  There is a small stage set up in the corner next to the DJ booth with red ring ropes and two turnbuckles lining the front.  A man in a black suit and sunglasses standing at the door holds a walkie talkie to his ear, then switches it over to his mouth with a nod.  He folds his arms in front of him as he surveys the crowd.  As the music slowly dies down, the crowd also quiets down a bit. They look around in a mixture of excitement and disappointment.  Their qualms are resolved as soon as a loud noise booms through the speakers.

{GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!}

The audience erupts into cheers, raising drinks and lighters as “Smack Down” by Thousand Foot Krutch plays loudly over the speakers.  After almost a full minute of the music playing, there is still no sign of anyone.  Sparks rain down from the ceiling, causing the crowd to pop off with more cheers.  It is then that Spike Staggs comes walking out onto the stage with Vixen at his side.  Spike is wearing his leather jacket, black jeans with red plaid patches on the knees, chains hanging from the sides, and a graffiti NXT a-shirt.  He hoists up the SCW Heavyweight Championship with one hand, using the other to slowly pull his sunglasses off of his face.  Vixen is wearing an NXT graffiti baby tee and tight fitting black jeans.  They look to each other and then shrug their shoulders, looking back where they are followed by Casey Williams, Aleksei Koji, and honorary member “Primetime” Matthew Kennedy.  Spike smirks as the reaction of the audience gets even louder.  The audience pops once again as Spike retrieves a microphone.  He raises it to his mouth, but stops, tapping on his chin for a second.  He looks as if he just realized something.  He opens up the curtains, nearly being rushed by Derek Thorne, Odette Ryder, Jessie Salco, and Jamie Staggs.  Jamie blows a party popper in Spike’s face, causing him to make an awkward face.  A soft laughter takes over the audience.  Spike looks a bit confused as he peaks behind the curtains once more.  He looks out to the audience as the music starts back over on a loop.  He steps back and then clinches his jaw uncomfortably.  He steps out onto the stage once again, leaning against the ropes, looking out into the audience.

Spike:  I hope you guys came here to party, because I know we did!  So I must ask… Are you ready?

The audience cheers loudly.  Spike smirks as the members of NXT rile them up even more.  Spike nods in approval.

Spike:  Then let the free food and drinks begin! Hey, I did say this was a party, didn’t I?

The song fades into some sort of wild dubstep tune as the NXT members work their way down the steps and into the audience.  Spike stands there for a second as Vixen grabs onto his hand.  Spike looks into her eyes with a sigh.

Vixen:  Babe, what’s wrong?

Spike looks into her eyes for a moment and a soft smirk spreads across his face.  He leans in and kisses her lips gently, wiping away at them just a second later.

Spike:  I’ve got something to do.  Go ahead and enjoy the party for a minute.  I swear I will be out by midnight.

Vixen nods her head as she lets go of Spike’s hand.  He watches her as she slowly walks down the steps, making sure to give him a show to ensure he comes back well before midnight.  Spike gives a toothy grin as he notices very well what she is doing.

{Cut Scene}

Giani is seen sitting in front of the Vegas Skyline over a green screen.  He lifts a silver flask to his lips, tossing back a sip before letting out a harsh sigh.  The look on his face shows anything but joy.  He tosses back another sip from the flask before looking deep into the camera, his dark brown eyes shining in the light.

Giani:  Here we are, New Years Eve, and what am I doin’?  Drinkin’ alone.  No girl, no friends, no gold, no nothin’… I’m Giani Di Fuckin’ Luca.  The Italian Stallion and I got nothin’ to show for it.  In BACW I was a staple name.  I was the Empire State Champion for over six months.  I was defeated once cause Jamie Staggs and me was feuding and he cost me a match.  I was beast mode there.  SCW was such a big stage, and a change of scenery that I thought I needed.  I gave up a good thing to come to Vegas.  I met a girl, I debuted in one helluva match against some bitch who ain’t even here no more.  We put on a world class match and then I wind up on the bench?  Gettin’ left off of show after show until I was put in another match for Contendership to the SCW Roulette Championship… which I won of course.  I feel like a damn curtain jerker here.  Did I make a mistake?  What do I gotta do to get the respect I deserve?

Spike:  Make some waves, kid…

{END CUT SCENE}

Almost instantly, Giani reaches over and clicks off of the camera.  The screen behind him turns green as we switch around to see Spike standing in the doorway of Giani’s hotel room just below the club.  Giani tosses back another sip from the flask, wiping away at his lips.  Spike has one hand behind his back as he walks up to Giani.  He gets closer and closer as Giani looks wary.

Giani:  Bro… I dunno about this one.  I went to order Dark Knight Rises, and clicked Dark Meat Rises by accident and it started out kinda like this, dawg…

Spike looks at Giani with a raised eyebrow, clearly becoming as uncomfortable as Giani is.  He holds up his free hand, showing a cheap metallic black party hat with red glitter NXT logos printed over it hanging from an elastic string.  He places it on Giani’s head, snapping the string to draw Giani’s attention better.  Giani rubs at his chin for a second, looking as if he doesn’t feel like being around Spike.  Spike plops down on Giani’s bed and kicks his feet up, resting the Heavyweight belt on his waist.

Spike:  It’s easy to feel sorry for yourself.  Lord knows I’ve been there.  But rest assured that while you are swimming in that sea of self pity, there will be others who will happily take your spot and your opportunities.  I didn’t ask you to join NXT because I wanted you to be my bitch, you know.

Giani:  Bro, I’m not even stuck on that anymore.  I know you wanna see me blow up here.  I just don’t feel like I’m appreciated by staff around here. Every show has been about sitting in back while you go to the ring, saying and doing great things.  Then when jealous douchebags don’t like what you do, they gang attack you, and we come running out to save you.  I feel like a hired bodyguard instead of a wrestler and I’m sick of it, for real.

Giani kicks his feet up on the edge of the bed as he leans back in his seat.  He puts his hands behind his head as he looks over at Spike for a second.  Spike shrugs his shoulders up as he puts his arms behind his head as well.

Spike:  I can see that.  Maybe I’m failing as a stable leader because obviously you need better direction.  What was the last tip I gave you?

Giani:  Don’t go for the redhead at the corner of the bar, sitting alone, because a hot redhead who is alone is along for a reason?

Spike wants to object, raising a finger up to do so, but he has to stop himself.  He nods his head.

Spike:  That is a very good piece of advice.  Redheads are evil in general, but I digress…  I was referring to that whole thing I said to you a month ago.  You have to go out there and force yourself down the throats of ever single motherfucker watching SCW programming.  There are so many people trying to make a name for themselves.  Given your background in the entertainment industry, you have a lot more to prove than most.

Giani:  How though?  What else can I do that I haven’t already tried doing?

Spike looks over to Giani with a smirk on his face.  He is obviously thinking something, but Giani can’t seem to figure it out.  Spike pats Giani’s shoulder firmly, turning to look into his eyes for a moment before speaking.

Spike:  I was in your shoes long, long ago.  As a matter of fact, I was far lower than you at the beginning of my career.  I had to build myself from the ground up.  Nobody cared who my dad or uncle was.  They were low level indy wrestlers at their best.  I tried being the best, most courageous wrestler I could be, and do you know where my skill got me?

Giani:  The top?

Giani smiles as if he had solved a complicated math equation, but Spike shakes his head from side to side.  Giani tilts his head to the side in curiosity, staring at Spike.  Spike lowers his eyes as they almost seem to glaze over in his memories.  Giani waits patiently for a moment until the silence gets to him just a little and concern spreads over his face.

Giani:  Yo, bro… You okay?

Spike:  Talent got me nowhere.  Playing politics got me absolutely nowhere.  I had to do the only thing I could to give me an edge.  I stopped taking my spikes out of my hair before going to the ring.  I stopped smiling.  I stopped playing by the rules, and I made big waves.  I did a lot of things I am not proud of, but finding the edge above all of the others is what put me at the top.  I shoved the users aside, and I went out there and did what I was born to do.  What you are born to do… I shoved myself down people’s throats.  I did what I wanted to do, when I wanted to, and how I wanted to.  I won matches, I won belts, and I won respect.  You just need to find your way in all of this, the way I did.

Giani:  It’s all good to say that, but what makes you think I stand a chance.  I ain’t some edgy kinda guy.  I’m just a Jersey boy with sick style and a deadly uppercut.

Spike stands up from the bed and starts walking toward the door as Giani speaks.  Giani looks bummed out sitting on the chair next to the bed.  He looks away from Spike and down to the flask in his hand.  Spike stops with his hand on the door knob and turns back to Giani.

Spike:  That’s your edge.  You just don’t realize the power of normalcy here in Sin City.  When I spent my brief time with your opponent at New Year Rising, I explained that to him, and look what he went out and did…

Giani:  I don’t even know how to feel about that, Spike.  I understand what you mean and all, but I kinda feel bad for the kid.  I just don’t know if this is my time to shine.  I don’t even know if Mark Ward is gonna try fuckin’ with me.  I just don’t know what to do.

Spike:  Well… you could sit here all night and have some big internal debate about it, drink alone, and get depressed, or you could come down and do what a good ole Jersey boy would do and party like there is no tomorrow.

Giani almost looks stunned by Spike’s offering.  Spike chuckles as Giani debates it in his head for all of point five seconds before he leaps up out of the chair and nearly tackles Spike down to the ground.  The two exit the room and make their way back up to the NXT New Years Eve party upstairs as we fade.

{Everyday I’m Shuff-ff-fflin’}

{TBC}

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Sin City Wrestling, beware…

Beware the charisma!

Beware the energy!

Beware the talent!

Beware the hype!

Because it’s all true.  Get ready for the stampede! “The Italian Stallion” Giani Di Luca has arrived!

“Party Rock Anthem” by LMFAO plays as various clips of Giani Di Luca play over the screen.  His infamous time on reality television show “Fuhgeddaboudit” shows the rampage of the party animals, the real Jersey Shore residents living it up all over the shore.  They document the drama of the household within a quick minute, ranging from various arguments leading to him leaving the house and the program.  Segway into the dominant debut of the beast as he pummels through opponent after opponent under the BACW and NWA banners.  We even catch a small clip from the feud between Giani and Jamie Staggs which inevitably lead to his signing with SCW.  There is a backstage brawl, fighting in Club Karma, sneak attacks, and then… a real show of good sportsmanship when Giani joins fellow Party Horde members Aleksei Koji and Jamie Staggs.  On the cruise ship at SCW’s Summer XXXTreme, Giani shows up to the ring when Party Horde joins New Xtremes.  Quick flashes show Giani courting Bianca Solderini as the beat of the music picks up intensity.  He pause silently for a second as Giani signs his papers inside of the ring in Bangkok, followed by the roaring cheer of the crowd.  He stands up in his New Xtremes shirt as he fellow stable mates come down to the ring to welcome him to Sin City Wrestling.  Finally, the images seem to explode, leaving only Giani’s “Italian Stallion” logo on the screen.

HAHAHAHAHA! Fuhgeddaboudit…

{Everyday I’m Shufflin’}

The camera pans the backstage area where Giani is seen amongst his New X-Tremes stable mates inside of the dimly lit New Xtremes locker room.  Everyone is in an uproar over the attack done to Spike Staggs earlier in the night.  Spike is holding his head as everyone is chiming in with their opinions of the events that took place earlier in the night.  Spike’s eyes roll back a little as his shallow breaths seem to take their toll on him.  Giani bites his lip, in a rare moment where he seems to be waiting his turn to speak.  Jamie is shouting the loudest about things, pacing back and forth with his arms thrown in the air.  Vixen is obviously outraged as her and Odette converse about things.  Jessie and her siblings are all asking questions to Spike while Aleksei rattles off in Romanian.  Spike closes his eyes as he rubs at his temples, trying to focus on catching his breath.  Casey is cursing and throwing things across the room when Giani starts shaking his head.

Giani:  Can’t the man get some peace and quiet up in here?  He just got clobbered with a chair and bashed up against a wall for Christ sake…

Giani looks around at everyone else who seems to have missed his comment.  He holds a hand up in surrender and lets them go on with their barrage of untamed conversation.  Spike rubs the back of his head, breathing in heavily through his nose as Giani shakes his head in frustration.

{Cut Scene}

Giani is seen sitting against a green screen showing the cityscape and skyline of Bangkok.  He is visibly unhappy with something as he sits there quiet for a moment.  His dark brown eyes meet up with the camera after a few seconds.  He lets out a sort of nervous laugh before speaking.

Giani:  Shit’s not good right now, dawg.  When I signed up for New X-Tremes with the rest of the Party Horde, I thought it was gonna be like having a ring veteran to guide us and show us the ropes.  Jessie Salco and I really need it being rookies.  But this shit?  C’mon bro.  You know I wasn’t ready for this.  You got Dream Chaserz comin’ at us from all angles cause they’re jealous of the hard work that Spike put into making New Xtremes a solid army of competitors.  Each one of us is in the New Xtremes for a reason.

Giani looks off camera for a second, seeming to be distracted, but then he shakes it off.  He runs his fingers through his hair as he lets out another sigh.

Giani:  I mean, we are what the name says.  We’re new and we are extreme, bro.  If you can’t see that, then ya blind. But them… Damn, the Dream Chaserz just came outta nowhere.  They think that people, I don’t know… are jealous of them?  Hahahaha!  I mean, I don’t know what they are on, but I’d love to be that freakin’ clueless to believe that shit.  We all know that they are here, but it’s not outta envy.  They are like a bad case of the crabs on SCW’s nutsack.  We are just left wondering how SCW caught ‘em, but they are just gonna nag the hell outta us until we destroy them, dawg.

{End Cut Scene}

We return to the members of New X-Tremes aimlessly shouting at Spike Staggs as he turns to the group.  His eyes are on fire with an anger that hasn’t been seen by anyone in this room before.  He bites the inside of his cheek as he is visibly fighting back angry words.  Giani stays shaking his head, hoping that his stable mates will come to their senses during all f this.

Jamie:  I’m gonna walk into their locker room and swing chairs at anything that moves and see how they like an ambush.

Jessie:  What if they start coming after the rest of us?  I didn’t sign up for this…

Casey:  I’m with Jamie, I say we go right over to their locker room and beat the living fuck out of everyone in there.

Vixen:  Just say the word Spike and we can totally commit to a black ops mission..all we would need is some salt peter, uric acid and coffeemate.  Simple.

Odette:  Come on, boys, I’ve had enough of playing Ms. Nice… Lady!

Aleksei:  Now I have to watch my back against the mob and a mob of pussies swinging chairs?

Spike:  Grrrrr…..

Giani stands up from the steel chair he is sitting on and he kicks it across the room.  He comes up and stands next to Spike, looking at the rest of the group and he lets out an ear piercing whistle that seems to break up everyone’s chatter.  Spike looks over to him, seeming to be a little confused and yet still fuming.

Giani:  By no means do I know anything about leading, or even being in a stable, but I’m sure the job ain’t any easier with everyone shoutin’ at ya all at once!  The man just got assaulted by a wall and a steel chair.  Let him get his head on straight before comin’ at him like this.

Everyone stops, still visibly upset, but they let up on Spike.  Giani gives him a firm pat on the back before joining the rest of the New Xtremes members.  Spike adjusts the NWA World Heavyweight Championship belt on his shoulders.  He takes another deep breath, still remaining silent.  He grips his forehead before picking up the stereo sitting on the locker room bench and he chucks it across the room, shattering it against the wall.  He lets out a growl before ripping a motivational poster off of the wall.  He shreds it up and then moves over to a candy jar sitting innocently on the counter.  He tosses it on the ground and stomps all over it, further breaking it all up.

Giani:  There ya go, bro!  Get those frustrations outta you.  Now do you feel any better, dawg?

Spike:  NO!

Spike picks up the nearby steel chair that Giani had just kicked and he folds it up.  He hammers it against the wall as hard as he can, putting a dent in it.  Not content with this, he swings the chair three times against the bench.  After a chunk of the wood falls off, Spike turns and bats an ice bucket off of the table, letting out the most vicious of angry growls.

Giani:  Dude soundin’ like Ken Shamrock up in here!  Let it out, bro.  Just let it all go.

Spike resorts to bashing the chair against the floor until the screws have worked their way out of the structure.  He drops the destroyed chair to the ground, looking around at the confusion, and slight fear in some of his stable mate’s eyes.  His eyes are masked in a sinister rage as he grits his teeth.  His lips curl into a sudden smile as he lets out a laugh.  Giani’s eyes suddenly show how uncomfortable he is at the moment.  He viciously stares down each and every one of the New Xtremes members, as if staring down into their souls

Spike:  Get the fuck out of here… all of you.

Giani comes up to Spike to try to talk some sense into him, but Spike turns to him and barks viciously at him.

Spike:  NOW!

Giani holds his hands up in surrender as everyone looks at Spike in shock.  He picks up a bottle of water from off of the ground and rips the top off of it.  He holds the bottle up over his mouth, pouring it in as it splashes everywhere.  He tosses the empty bottle down to the ground and he boots it across the room.

Giani:  C’mon guys.  Now ain’t a good time for any of us to be in here…  Let’s leave him to it…

Giani walks out of the locker room with the rest of the NXT crew.  They settle out in the hallway, standing there still in a bit of shock.  Giani rests against the wall just outside of the door, listening to Spike continue to laugh.  Jamie shrugs his shoulders and goes on his merry way as if nothing were the matter with this situation.

Giani:  Jamie!  Dawg, where are you goin’?  Ya brother’s in there laughing.  You of all people should be at least concerned.

Jamie:  What for?  Dude, this is such a good thing.  I can’t figure out a better way for this to be happening.  He’s so focused on getting revenge right now, he could probably eliminate every one of those fuckers by himself with how angry he is right now.

Giani stands there for a second, wanting to argue with Jamie’s logic, but it actually makes sense.  He shakes his head slowly trying to focus on the matter at hand.  As the NXT members slowly start breaking off in their own directions, Giani just stands there.  It is very clear that he has a lot to learn from the man.  There is a method to his carefully calculated madness and Giani wanted just a portion of that all for himself.  The kid is hungry, and he has golden tastes.  There was just one thing standing in his way…

Tommy:  Ey yo, Johnny!  Get over here and…

Giani snaps back to reality and looks over to see his business manager, Tommy, standing nearby with a piece of paper in his hands.  His eyes, however, are focused on the door.  With the loud crashing noise, he winces a bit and then lifts an eyebrow toward Giani.  Giani cracks a smile and lets out his signature laugh.  Tommy takes a few steps away from the door, almost seeming to hide behind Giani’s massive stature.  He reaches the paper over and tucks it between Giani’s folded arms.  Giani looks back at Tommy, still laughing.

Tommy:  Did they slip some other shit in on NXT’s water cooler or something?  You’re all laughing like madmen, I swear.

Giani:  No, I’m laughin’ at you, bro.  You scared and it’s so freakin’ funny right now, dawg.

Tommy:  Well, take a look at that sheet of paper and you might not be laughing for too much longer, kid.

Giani holds the paper out and inspects it.  He quickly glances at it, catching his name and his match assignment.  He reads down to the Main Event and then he drops the paper to his side.  He looks back at Tommy who nods his head carefully.

Tommy:  I told ya.  That’s harsh.

Giani:  Harsh?  It’s awesome, dawg.  I ain’t never been a lumberjack before.  You saw what I did in BACW.

Tommy:  Yeah, but that’s not what I’m talking about, Giani.  Your opponent, Anthony King.  Kid’s no joke.

Giani turns around to look at Tommy, trying to contain his laughter.  Tommy grunts and shakes his head in disappointment.  Giani looks at him questioningly and then shrugs his shoulders.

Giani:  What?

Tommy:  Look, kid… You say this every time you get a match.  You go out and drink, party, laugh a lot, call your opponents jokes.  Your head is getting a little too big for ya now bro.

Giani:  Let me ask you something.  Take a look at things here.  I have been wrestling regularly for just seven months now.  What happened the first time I stepped foot into a professional wrestling ring?

Giani:  You streaked through the hallways and got the cops called on you.

Giani is ready to say “BOOM!” as the excitement overtakes his face.  He catches himself before he says it, and chokes back his words.  He grins, with a bit of a red tone to his cheeks as he laughs from embarrassment.  Once he is over it, he leans in closer to Tommy.

Giani:  Not the night I stepped into the ring… The moment I entered the ring.  What happened?  I walked in there and I beasted the hell outta my debut match against Lash Logan.  My hand was raised in victory at the end.  The second time?

He waits for Tommy to indulge his ego, but it never comes.  Giani pats his friend on the shoulder and his smile grows bigger.

Giani:  I walked in and beat BACW’s Heavyweight Champion, who was a double champion at the time, and I won the Empire State Championship in my third match.  I defeated a multiple time NWA World Heavyweight Champion to retain my title.  I was BACW’s fastest rising superstar, and now that I’m signed with SCW, I’m only gonna rise faster.

Tommy:  Don’t forget that your plan wasn’t one hundred percent fool proof.  You lost to Chris Ross at Lord of the Rings, and you lost to SCW’s own Gothika at King of the Death Match show.

Giani:  Chris Ross cheated, and Gothika was on some serious shit.  And the only reason I’m going to lose a third time is because I am going to fulfill my contractual obligations by tanking to Magnum Randell in BACW so I can focus on my future here.

Tommy looks over to Giani as another crash causes him to cower a bit.  Once the calamity settles down a little bit, Tommy looks up into Giani’s eyes.  He takes a second to make sure no one else is around and he gives Giani the best piece of advice he could possibly hear right now.

Tommy:  Chris Ross cheated you… Well, what makes you think the kid rollin’ with the crew that cheap shotted your stable leader from behind ain’t gonna pull some dirty tactics to beat you, or worse… injure you?  He could easily put a rookie out of commission for a long time.  Someone like you might not come back from that.  People with ten times as much experience as you don’t come back from that sometimes.  You ain’t got Fuhgeddaboudit to fall back on anymore.  How are you gonna make a living after that?

Giani slowly nods his head, having his ego taken down a notch or two.  He sighs and then strokes his chin slowly as he tries to think.

Giani:  This kid could try some dirty tactics on me.  So I gotta come prepared.  If I’m going to learn some tricks of my own, I need to talk to someone who has done it all.  I need that guy in there to teach me a few things.

Tommy hears another crash against the door followed by a maniacal laugh and then he begins rapidly shaking his head.  He starts whispering “No… no…” over and over again, but Giani has already made up his mind.  He turns to the door and puts his hand on the door knob when another hand reaches over his own.  He raises his eyes up from it, to face the lovely Bianca Solderini standing in front of him, dressed to kill.  The deep V cut on her shirt gives him a delightful preview, and a smile spreads across his face.  He runs his fingers gently up her arms.

Bianca:  Caoi papa…

Giani rubs his fingers across her shoulder, placing his hand behind her head.  He leans down, and their lips tangle in a passionate fury.  As he pulls away, her bottom lip quivers, asking for more.  Giani grins.

Giani:  Caoi bella…

He takes her hand in his own, looking to the door.  Bianca licks her lips curiously as she hears another loud crash.  Giani winks and the two begin walking off down the hallway, leaving Tommy there alone.  He sighs in relief as he watches Giani round the corner with Bianca.  However, his relief is cut short as the door swings open.  He lets out a squeal as he takes off in the opposite direction.  Spike sticks his head outside of the room, seeming to be back to normal.

{Cut Scene}

Giani is seen sitting against the same setting as before.  However, this time, he is seen sitting against a background showing off the nightlife of New Delhi, India.  He isn’t focused on the camera, or giving his spot.  He has his phone in his hand and he is quickly thumbing through something on his phone.  His name appears underneath as well as an advertisement Twitter logo, and the @GianiDiLuca advert.  He looks up to the screen quickly, and then back down at the phone.  He holds a finger up in the air, keeping it steady as he lets out a sigh and a bit of a laugh.

Giani:  People are talkin’ mad shit on me, bro.  I hardly ever say much on Twitter, but today, you would think I was some kinda twitter-holic like the rest of these lame ass wannabe gangsters mob attacking me…

Giani puts his phone down in his lap and shakes his head.  You can see a bit of a deep seeded anger in his eyes but the smile never leaves his face.

Giani:  These children come up on my timeline blastin’ Spike Staggs because they attacked him from behind with a chair.  They called the man I look up to as a mentor, they called him p*ssy, a piece of trash, and anything else you can think of.  That man is the NWA World Heavyweight Champion!  You can make fun of me and say you haven’t heard of BACW and everything I’ve done since the day I started wrestling.  It’s cool, it’s whatever honestly.  But SCW is a part of an alliance consisting of several different federations all under one roof.  Spike is not just the best in SCW, but the best out of any one of those feds.  Ignorant kids who don’t know the place they wrestle in is a damn shame.  Learn your facts of what is considered relevant here.  BACW, WCCW, PRA, ACW, NYDW, and SCW are a brotherhood of feds in the alliance, so mentioning my BACW credentials really does matter.

Giani takes a deep breath, calming himself down a bit.  He hears another tick on his phone and picks it up to read.  He holds it out to the phone to show off the mess going on.  The glare blocks it, but most likely you probably already know what it’s about.  He slides the phone down into his pocket as he sits content in his chair.

Giani:  I’m not hear to get mad.  If you are so out of the loop that you don’t know what constitutes as relevant in pop culture, in the wrestling world, or your own damn company, then that’s on you.  My intentions was to educate you ghetto children a little bit.  See, I’m not a bad guy after all.  I’m hear to help you.  I’m gonna help you all learn your place here in SCW. So getting to face Anthony King, who seems to be the best Dream Chaserz has to offer by far, is going to be a real treat for me.  I get to really show em how this rook rolls, then they will know that I ain’t just flappin’ my gums, talkin’ myself up to them.  They will know I ain’t one to bullshit anybody.  When I say I’m a beast, it means I’m a beast.  When I say I am rookie of the year, it means I come hard with my skills.  Watch out, King, cause I’m gonna shit all over your whole existence!

{Everyday I’m Shufflin’}

{Commercial Break}

We come up on a soft, completely white screen  as the opening piano chords of “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan play.  The screen fades in to find a veterinary technician gently wrapping a small quilt over a tiny kitten who is soaking wet.  She cuddles it closely as she sways from side to side with it.  The cat reaches its paw out, stretching toward the camera for a second.  Its blue eyes look up at the camera with a sullen look as the tech gently places it inside of a cage next to a couple other identical kittens.  As the music progresses, a terrier with only three legs slowly walks out of a cage to be put on a leash.  Its ears lower as it cautiously looks up at the camera.  It gently hobbles over to the door, ready to go for a walk.  The shot switches over to a room bathed in white, with Giani Di Luca sitting in it.  His normally gleeful smile is absent from his face as he looks directly into the camera.  The music softens slightly.

Giani:  In America, at least two animals are abused each hour.  Each year, thousands upon thousands of animals are rescued from puppy mills and abusive owners.  Thousands of cats are found walking the streets.  For hundreds of others… help came too late.

The shot switches over to see Giani walking into a National Humane Society building where he is escorted to the back.  He is brought over to a set of cages inside of a small ventilated room.  The camera pans the cages slowly to show off a daschund lying on its side, looking sadly out at the camera.  Giani’s eyes lower out of the inevitable guilt he is feeling as he spots a mixed breed dog missing clumps of hair.  It lowers its head to its paws and lets out a sigh that causes it’s lips to flap.  Giani looks to the side to see a Siberian husky mix trying to tap Giani’s leg with his paw through the cage.  It is missing an eye.  He looks back to the camera as if to say “Are you serious?”  He turns around to try not to get emotional in front of the camera only to see the sweet kittens meowing and trying to capture his attention.  He puts his hands on his head as we switch back to him sitting in the white room once again.

Giani:  Over twenty percent of these abandoned animals are euthanized each year.  These numbers are knocked back with each donation to your local Humane Society.  Each donation you make allows us to open up newer, bigger facilities, so that each and every one of these animals stands a chance.

The shot switches over to see a small, brown, yappy dog barking at the cameraman.  Underneath him, bold white letters reading “Ashton” appears.  The shot remains focused for just a moment before switching over to a fluffy blonde poodle with chunks of its hair missing.  It, too, is barking at the camera, but its bark sounds exactly the same each time.  The name “Brooklyn” appears underneath her.  We move over to a snarling Doberman, though something is quite obviously missing from the picture.  Its teeth!  Underneath it, the name DJ appears.

Giani *Voiceover*:  With your support, we can save these cute little creatures from walking to that little room where they get the happy death shot.  If it were legal, we would play a clip to get more money from ya.  That final yelp…  C’mon dawg, save a dog!

Giani is quickly cut off as we move on over to a yelping Pomeranian, leaving no doubt in your mind why he was abandoned as he runs around in circles, chasing it’s tail then turning to snap at the camera.  Underneath him appears the name “James”.  Next to him is a cat preening himself, as if not noticing anyone or anything else exists but himself.  He stretches out his paw, showing his nails as he flicks his tongue across his leg.  He is aptly named “Sean”.

Giani *Voiceover*:  HA!  Get it, cause he’s a p*ssy! Awesome reference bro…

Moving on down the line, we see a pitbull lying on her stomach, appearing to be well behaved.  She gently sniffs at the camera as it gets closer.  She lets out a sigh, licking up at the lens with what almost appears to be a smile.  Then, suddenly she lets out a deafening bark and tackles the cameraman.  Seconds before the image cuts out, the name “Carly” appears underneath of her.  The picture fizzles out for a second before coming back on to show the nappy, scrawny mutt from the opening scene appears, sitting there silently.  Then, his name appears underneath, reading “King”.  Giani is heard snorting quickly before the scene switches back over to him in the white room once more.

Giani:  These poor animals don’t have anything but each other.  Nobody wants them, and it really is sad to watch.  During my visit to my local Humane Society, my heart hurt when I saw them lashing out aimlessly at anything, because they are sad, lonely, misguided, savage animals who haven’t been taught to be anything other than those things. I genuinely feel for them, and to prove that I am not just some guy collecting endorsements, I have adopted my own pet today.

The camera pans out just a bit to watch the canine known as King rushing over to Giani, lying down at his feet.  Giani looks to the camera with a smile that shows small signs of cockiness.  He looks down to his new companion.

Giani:  I own you, King…

Giani looks back up to the camera.  A joyful gleam is in his eyes as he reaches down and pets the top of his new pets head.  He reaches back up and folds his hands in his lap.

Giani:  Together, we CAN make a difference.  Together… We can save lives.  With a monthly gift of just eighteen US dollars, only sixty cents a day, you can help these pets find excellent homes.  Your donation helps to provide them with food, shelter, and love.  Those who sign up within the next thirty minutes will receive a special welcome kit that includes a photograph of an animal who has been given a second chance, like King. So please, take the time to make a donation in any amount you can spare.  Please visit the website below to learn more.  Right now, there is an animal who needs your help.  Don’t make me show you the cat missing an eye again, cause I’ll do it bro!  Call now.

Giani rubs behind King’s ears as he flashes an innocent smile to the camera.  The screen then fades back to white, only this time the logo and website are printed in bold black lettering.

www.humanesociety.org

{End Commerical Break}


{Everyday I’m Shuff-ff-fflin’}
As we come back from break, we see a Greco-Roman style mat set up in the middle of the gym.  A grunting sound is heard off to the side, followed by another.  We pan around a bit to see the walls are covered in a dark blue coloring with matching mats attached to the walls.  There are a couple elliptical machines off in the corner next to a single weight bench.  We nearly pass it up until we see Giani hunched over the weight bench.  Curiously, we move in even closer to see a pair of arms wrap around his neck.  Bianca Solderini’s long brown hair flies up as she traces her lips with Giani’s.  He picks her up off of the bench and she wraps her legs around him as he stands up completely.  He lifts her up so that her head rises above his own.  She stares down into his dark brown eyes, running a hand over his perfectly tanned face and down around his neck.

Bianca:  So much for spotting me, mio.

He chuckles until her lips come down to meet his.  They seem to move in a never ending dance of passionate fury.  His eyes close as he spins half way around.  Spike Staggs is standing in the doorway unnoticed.  He stands there with an awkward sort of smile on his face, not knowing if he should interrupt or not.  The two lovebirds are distracted by each other as Giani crashes against the wall.  Spike winces a bit as Giani leans against it, adjusting Bianca.  Her hair comes down over their faces like a veil.  Spike rolls his eyes and turns around so not to be staring.  Bianca throws her hair back as Giani goes straight for the neck like a vampire.  Bianca quivers, speaking in Italian as Giani tastes her sweet perfume.  Spike slowly walks in backward and then abruptly clears his throat.  Bianca jumps and squeals as Giani nearly drops her.

Spike:  I am very glad to see that they Twitter talk of Bianca’s promiscuity isn’t true.

Bianca’s eyes flare up in anger as Giani seems to calm her down by rubbing her shoulder.  He wipes at his lips and adjusts his posture as Spike peaks back cautiously.  Giani grins at Spike who simply stares at him with an almost cold tone.

Bianca: Those puttanas have nothing better to talk about besides my sss… se… *Ahem* my personal life?  They are pathetic to talk of such things that they know nothing about.

Spike:  Ms. Solderini, if they only spoke of things they knew about in even the slightest, they wouldn’t say a damn thing…

Giani lets out a loud laugh that echoes throughout the entire gym.  He looks over to Spike who sits there steady as a tree and as emotionless as stone.  Giani slows down his laughter before stopping altogether.  Bianca nods her head in agreement as Giani straightens out his NXT tank top.  Spike stares at it, and then back up to Giani.

Spike:  Finally, a student with some fashion sense…  Now, if the make out session is complete, I would like to invite you, Bianca, to please visit the door.  Make acquaintances with it, and then kindly leave.

Bianca stutters on her own words for a second, trying to protest it through her own shock.  Giani’s eyes widen as Spike slowly paces from side to side.  She looks over to Giani with a clinched jaw, giving him eye signals to defend her.  Giani opens his mouth and holds a finger up just as Spike turns to him.

Spike:  Did I stutter?  I thought it was Bianca, but maybe I was mistaken…  In case I wasn’t clear, Bianca, this is a one on one training session.  LEAVE!

Bianca shakes her head from side to side as Giani looks at her apologetically.  The two whisper between each other as Giani leans down for a kiss which he is denied at first.  He nibbles at her ear, causing her to give in.  She kisses him gently a few times.

Spike:  Excuse me, miss… This dolce boy has other things he can be doing besides watching the worlds worst non-pornographic movie ever made.  So, if you guys wish to continue, I will gladly leave you to it.

Bianca eyeballs Spike harshly as he waves at her.  She grabs onto Giani’s hand and looks deep into his eyes.

Bianca:  You owe me, mio…  And you...Sei un bastardo, e questo non è.

With that, she walks toward the doorway where Spike entered.  She gives Spike one last look of death, sweeping her fingertips under her chin as a “f*ck you” gesture before disappearing.  Giani takes a deep breath as he approaches his teacher with an apologetic tone.

Giani:  Sorry, I thought she might be able to watch, maybe pick up a few things for herself if…

Spike:  Nice story, but the fact is that you asked me to train you, to help get you ready for the stiff competition of SCW.  I took the time out of my busy schedule to do that for you.  I literally flew half way across the world to be here after I successfully defended my NWA World Heavyweight Championship in Albuquerque.  I fly across the world only come to find you are busy dry humping your girlfriend all over the gym.  How dare you waste my time like that?

Giani:  Damn bro, I’m sorry… You don’t have to be such a jerk about it though.

Spike’s eyes flash a steely, cold glare in Giani’s direction.  That sinister look starts to creep over Spike’s face as Giani raises his eyebrow up in confusion.  He opens his mouth, letting a short “uhhh” escape his throat.  Spike takes three steps closer, encroaching on Giani’s personal space when suddenly a forced, sweet smile creeps onto his face.

Spike: Oh, please Giani… Would you please run fifty laps around this room, pretty pretty please with sugar and GET THE F*CK TO RUNNING!

Spike’s voice booms out, echoing hard off of the walls.  He points at the line on the floor mat that traces the edges of the room with authority.  Giani’s mouth is gaped open in shock as he dashes over to the line.  He follows it around the room as Spike watches intently.  Once he makes a full lap, Spike cups his hands around his mouth.

Spike:  REVERSE!

Giani pivots carefully on his feet and begins running the other way.  His breaths increase as a bead of sweat forms above his eyebrow.  He makes the second lap and Spike nods his head.  Giani continues around the room a few more time as Spike looks down at his watch.  He hustles to get it done and over with as quickly as possible.

Spike:  Jog backwards now.

Giani groans a bit as he turns around and starts jogging backwards.  He bounces into the wall at the turn, but he recovers and continues on, hitting another five laps backwards.  Spike talks to himself for a second and then he shouts out.

Spike:  Back to normal…

Giani follows orders and returns to normal.  He reaches up and wipes at his forehead.  He almost seems to be enjoying the challenges Spike is throwing at him as punishment.  He puts the hustle on even more, making another seven or so laps.  He looks over to Spike who is standing with his hands at his waist.  His stare is cold and calculated.

{Cut Scene}

Giani is back in front of the New Delhi backdrop in the green screen studio room.  The sweat on his brow starts to drip down his nose and temples.  He takes in a few hard breaths.

Giani:  This was my first one-on-one experience with Spike Staggs, like ever.  I know I gotta earn his respect, but damn…  He is working me harder than my last trainer ever did, and we just started.  I think he wants to kill me.  Hahahaha!

Giani wipes at his forehead with a towel before picking up a bottle of water.  He takes down almost half of the new bottle before setting it on the arm of his studio chair.  He lets out a sort of joyful sigh.

Giani:  I think it’s for the best that I go through with this.  It ain’t every day that you get the chance to learn from a wrestling legend, so I gotta take full advantage of this.  I don’t wanna throw it away, and what better time to do this than right before my debut that’s on the edge of a huge feud with Dream Chaserz?  People wanna talk shit on me?  I’m comin’ at ya Staggs style, bro.  Beast mode!

Giani gets up abruptly from his chair and kicks it out of the way as he exits to the right.

{End Cut Scene}

As we come back, Spike is stroking his chin with an almost evil smile as he listens to Giani’s heavy breaths.  He claps his hands together and waits for Giani to get to a certain point before cupping his hands around his mouth again.

Spike:  Now fist pump.

Giani:  Seriously bro?

Spike:  As serious as a heart attack, “bro”.  Fist pump while you jog.

Giani follows the order, throwing his fist high into the air.  The added chore seems to get him worked up even more.  A smile spreads across his face as he starts singing “Party Rock Anthem” to himself.  Spike nods his head in approval.  Giani keeps going, repeating the song over twice in his mind before Spike speaks up again.

Spike:  At each corner of the room, drop down and hit two one-armed push ups.

Giani:  C’mon, man!  I already said I was sorry…

Spike:  Are you a little bitch?  Because, little bitches aren’t allowed in my gym.

Giani growls under his breath, stopping at one corner.  He quickly kneels down, placing one hand behind his back, he drops down twice.  He gets up again and repeats the process at all four corners.

Spike:  Last lap… I want you to cartwheel across it.

Giani:  What?

Spike:  Carrrrrtwheeeeelllllllzzzzz.  That slow enough for your simple guido mind to comprehend?

Giani has had enough.  He charges at Spike who is standing there with a smile.  He takes a swing at Spike who ducks to the side.  He hooks onto Giani’s arm and lowers him down into an armbar.  Spike grinds Giani’s face into the mat, making sure he gets a good taste of it.

Spike:[/b}  Oh yeah… Do you like the taste of all of those ball sweat drippings? Mmmm, scrumptious, isn’t it?

Giani quickly taps Spike’s arm in surrender, more because of the “ball sweat” comment than anything else.  Spike shoves his knee into Giani’s back and then gets up.  Giani rubs at his mouth, spitting in disgust as Spike simply sits emotionless.  Giani takes a few steps backward, seeming to be embarrassed on so many levels.  He turns his back completely on Spike and walks over to his duffel bag, picking it up and slinging it over his shoulder.

Spike:  Are you giving up already?  Wow, that was way easier than I gave you credit for…

Giani:  Look, bro… You obviously don’t want me here, especially after I just tried to swing on you.  I’m just tired of everyone and their lame ass guido comments and I just had enough.

Spike:  If you want to go, then go.  But it is going to take a lot more than a poor attempt at punching me to get me to kick any student out, let alone a family member.  Besides, you could really use some work on your reaction timing.

Giani mops at his face with a white towel.  As soon as he hears the last part of Spike’s comment, he shoves the towel back into the duffel bag.  His stare is on fire as he looks back at Spike with a masochistic sort of smile, dropping the bag down to the ground.  He claps a couple times before getting in a football stance.

Giani:  Let’s do this then.  Show me some of your tricks.  Take this kid to school, bro.

Spike:  You sure you can handle it, guid’?

Giani clinches his fists as Spike smiles at him.  Giani quickly calms himself down with deep rhythmic breaths.  He readies himself for anything that Spike might throw at him, but Spike just stands there.

Spike:  A smart man always keeps a few cards close to the vest.  Right now, your most important lesson is in patience.  You can’t get pissed off every time someone pops off with the same comment you’ve heard a thousand times over.  You need to learn to laugh it off, and almost pity the person who says it.  Do you know why?  Because it means that they are so lazy, they can’t even come up with their own insults.  They have to recycle the same thing over and over again.

Spike tosses a pair of boxing gloves over to Giani.  As Giani slides them on, Spike picks up a sparring pad.  He straps it to his arm and then holds it out toward Giani.  He uses his free hand to grip onto his wrist to steady it.

Giani:  It’s so obvious that these ghetto children of Dream Chaserz couldn’t make up an original thought between the seven of them.  The Twitter War was proof of that.  The only reason I even look at it is because that Chanelle chick cracks me the hell up.

Giani jogs from side to side, jabbing forward at the mat without much effort.  Once he calculates it, he takes two powerful jabs, following them up with a hard right hook.  Spike nods his head in approval.

Giani:  They act like they don’t know who I am, but they seem to think my name is a d*ck that they can’t keep out of their mouths.  Getting on Twitter anymore is like watching a text version of a really lame soap opera.  It’s like The Young and the Retarded up on there, dawg.  Get the hell outta here talkin’ that sh*t, bro…

Giani gets another hard shot in, leaping forward, taking the punches in deeper.  Spike falls back a step before planting himself firmly to allow Giani to come at him with his assault.  Giani senses Spike’s approval, and he keeps coming with it.

Spike:  Good.  You need to stay relentless.  Control your anger and use it as a weapon, Giani.  If that is the only thing you take away from today, you will be in good condition.

Giani grunts as he hits a spinning haymaker to the mat.  The intensity burning in his eyes is like a glowing wildfire.  He charges forward, pushing Spike back a few steps as he swings like a wild man.  Spike’s emotionless face seems to melt away to a joyful smile, one which reflects pride.  He stands there, holding his own against Giani who is bringing it as hard as he can, covering up his smile before Giani gets a chance to see it.  After several moments of silence, save for the grunting from Giani swinging, Spike shouts out.

Spike:  BREAK!

Giani gets in one last punch before stopping.  He wipes at his forehead, letting out a deep sigh through puckered lips.  He jogs from side to side, loosening his arms up by shaking them out at his sides.  With his blood pumping through him quickly, he feels the adrenaline rush and it gives him a major boost.  Spike sets down the small sparring pad, and picks up a full body pad.

Giani:  Awww now you’re breakin’ out the big pad, bro.  Shit’s gettin’ serious up in here now.

Spike:  You have no idea, G.

Spike straps it onto his arm, locking it in both spots.  As Giani rolls out his shoulders, awaiting Spike’s next order, Spike comes charging forward almost like a Spartan with his battle shield.  He collides with Giani, catching him off guard and knocking him down to the floor.

Giani:  Bro!  What was that for?

Spike:  Are you going to whine like a little bitch?  Or are you going to get up and push back?

Giani rolls to the side as Spike charges forward.  Giani pulls himself up to his feet as Spike curves over in Giani’s direction.  Giani hits a shoulderbutt to the pad, stopping Spike in his tracks.  He backs up a touch, before wrapping his arms around the pad. He hits several relentless knees to the pad as he works Spike back several steps.  After about seven knee shots, Spike shouts “Break!” once again.  Giani jogs backward a few paces, keeping up as he cracks his neck.  Spike sits still for several seconds before coming back at Giani.  This time, Giani hits a low dropkick, tripping Spike up a bit.  Spike retracts to regain his composure.

Spike:  I want you to put me on my back.  If you can’t do that, then you won’t stand a chance in this company.

Giani:  I’m going to make New Xtremes proud of me, Spike.  I am gonna come at Anthony King the way I always do.  That little bitch boy ain’t gonna get nothin’ over on me during this match.  He insulted my rep, he insulted my crew, and his crew insulted my girl.  I ain’t gonna let myself bring less than one hundred and ten percent.  I got a lot to prove to you guys, and all of Sin City Wrestling, and I’m gonna do it, Spike.  You will never regret making me a part of the New Xtremes.

Spike thinks Giani is distracted by his talking, so he charges forward again.    He is the one who is surprised when Giani leaps forward with a Spear.  Spike trips up a little, but doesn’t come close to falling on his back.  Giani narrows his eyes as he lunches forward with a clothesline from hell.  He collides hard with the pad, but has little effect on Spike whatsoever.

Spike:  You are going to have to think outside of the box for this one.  Show me something nobody has ever seen you do.

Giani:  I used my arsenal up already.  That’s why I came to you, dawg.  I don’t know anything else.

Spike:  Just try something.  Anything, kid!

Giani looks as if he is in a panic.  He tries to think of something when Spike charges at him, knocking him down to the ground.    Giani lets out an angry shout, pounding the mat.  As he tries to get up, Spike knocks into him once again.  He repeats this process a couple times before Giani hits a legsweep than knocks Spike face first into the pad.  Spike quickly rebounds as Giani gets up.  Giani wastes no time wrapping his arm around Spike’s free arm.  He falls down and takes Spike with him in a flying arm drag.  Spike rolls onto his back and Giani puts his foot on Spike’s chest.

Giani:  HA!  Ain’t never seen that from this kid before!  How you like that one, Spike?  I even surprised mys…

Spike quickly sweeps Giani onto his back next to him.  They lie there for a moment, breathing heavily.  Spike turns his head to the side to look at Giani as he hurriedly catches his breath.

Spike:  I lied… There is another lesson for you.  Be ready for anything, because your opponent will surprise you, before, during, or after any match.

Giani lies there in a puddle of his own sweat, appearing to have taken this last lesson to heart judging by his silence.  Spike quickly gets up to his feet and he reaches down to help Giani up.  Giani gives Spike’s hand a solid shake before walking over to his gym bag.  He cleans up with the towel, shoving it back into his bag.

Spike:  I didn’t say that we were anywhere near finished young grasshopper…

Giani stares back at Spike in a sort of shock.  He slowly lowers his bag to the ground and turns back around with his mouth gaped open.  Spike offers him an exaggerated smile.

Spike:  What?  Did you think I flew this far, this quickly, just for an hour session?  You better plan to be here at least another two hours.

Giani sighs and then works on getting himself pumped up once more.  He puts on a transparent smile as Spike lifts the pad back into position.  Giani charges back at the pad once more before the camera fades out.

{Everyday I’m Shufflin’}

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{Everyday I’m Shuff-ff-fflin’}

As we near the end of this episode, the camera pans in to show Giani, Aleksei Koji, and Jamie Staggs sitting in the corner of a bar.  Giani and Aleksei chant “CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” as Jamie holds a pitcher of beer to his lips.  They are cheering him on like a bunch of frat boys as a small group gathers around them.  Jamie downs the remainder in record timing, letting out an obnoxious belch that causes everyone surrounding to cheer him on even louder.  Giani spots the camera and he lets out an obnoxious laugh.  Jamie lets out another long, quieter belch before patting Giani on the back.

Jamie:  I expressed my utter certainties regarding my ample ability to complete said task in a timeframe much lower than the one minute increment I was allotted… You silly, silly Apple John’s…

Jamie gets up from the table and bangs his head as he dances his way toward the empty dance floor.  Koji looks over to Giani with a very confused look on his face.  Giani giggles nervously as he tries to decipher Jamie’s sentence.

Giani:  I think he just told us off, bro.  I’m not sure though.

Just as Giani’s words trail off, Stoner Scott Oliver approaches their table with a microphone held firmly in his hand.  He looks over at Jamie and then back to Koji and Giani.  He sits down in the chair next to Giani.

Stoner:  Whoa bro, what the hell did he just say?  I understood like… three words of that.  I always said that dude was a genius.

Giani:  Well that makes one of us bro.  I never heard a single intelligent word come out that kids mouth, like ever.  At least until now.

Stoner:  Sha so like I am supposed to ask you about your debut match against Anthony King and stuff.  Hey, you guys gonna finish that other beer?

Giani exchanges a surprised glance with Koji before sliding the half empty glass over to Stoner Scott.  He takes a few sips from his newly acquired glass and holds the microphone out lazily for Giani.  Giani looks into the camera and then lowers his head to the microphone.

Giani:  Bro, that how you gonna greet a fellow Jersey kid?  Damn that shit hurts.

Stoner Scott sets the glass down and says something that the microphone doesn’t pick up.  He quickly apologizes to Giani before accidentally knocking Giani’s face with the microphone.  Giani wipes at his eye, trying to stay calm.

Giani:  It’s cool.  I’ll welcome myself to SCW.  Ey yo, Giani!  Welcome bro, make yaself at home.  Beat some ass and take some gold… Awww thank you.  I don’t know what to say… I’d like to thank my mother.  God, baby Jesus, mother Mary and all that.  Now let me go ahead and jump over to the point.  I’m facing Anthony King on Climax Control.  Two rookies with a lot to prove.  It sounds great on paper but there’s a lot more to the story than just that.

Aleksei points down to Giani as he stands behind him.  He gets the crowd surrounding them to start an “Italian Stallion” chant.  Giani breaks his concentration just long enough to look back at Koji hitting a fist pump.  Giani laughs and then turns back around toward the camera.

Giani:  Look, everybody knows I roll with the New Xtremes crew.  Now we know cause of some p*ssy ass words on Twitter that this kid rolls with the Dream Chaserz.  Things are way explosive now since D Block attacked Spike from behind and Hawkes bashed him up with a chair.  They went from beefin’ with the Seven Deadly Sins to pullin’ our crew into the picture.  So this match is about a lot more than the new kids fightin’ for respect.  It’s about defendin’ the honor of our crew.  In that battle, I got a lot more to lose than Anthony King ever could.

Stoner:  How so?  I mean, they are new on the scene so they seem to got a lot more to lose bro.

Giani:  They got no honor and they got no self respect.  This ain’t Harlem City Wrestling where you roll up five deep to whack someone while quoting Weezy at them.  This ain’t the hood, but they act like it is some ghetto soap opera where somehow the world is against them.  Now, if I’m wrong, please do correct me, Stoner bro.  Didn’t they attack Gabriel, rolling up on him five deep, four of those five attackin’ the kid from behind?  Then, seven damn days later, they attack my leader, Spike Staggs, from behind with a steel chair?  There’s no honor there.  There’s no respect to come of that.  Either you wanna be hated, or you conduct yourself like civilized human beings who deserve respect.  Which is it?

Stoner shrugs his shoulders as he takes another sip from his glass.  Giani bites at his bottom lip in anger before Aleksei pats his back to calm him down.  He reaches back and hits a fist bump to his Party Horde brother.

Giani:  I went onto Twitter on Monday afternoon to let the world know I was pissed about bein’ dragged into this mess.  I let them know that New Xtremes don’t let shit like that go so easily.  Then they gang attack me like ghetto children often do.  They acted like they never heard of me before, yet they knew everything about me, my personal life, and my girl.  I shouldn’t trip off words on a screen, but these losers accused me of repeating them on Twitter when that’s what they were doin’ to me.  It’s okay, because it lets me know that I got to them.  If I learned one thing from Spike, it is that haters are gonna hate.  When I said that New Xtremes was gonna roll up into Climax Control and clean up the trash outside of the ring, I got my shit jacked by Anthony King.  Not just once, but twice he said the same thing I said.  Let’s see how he acts when I come into that ring.

Stoner:  So… You are glad to face a rookie of King’s caliber?

Giani stops dead in his tracks and just stares.  He shrugs his shoulders as if to ask the world “What the hell?”  Koji whispers something into Giani’s ear and then Giani nods his head.

Giani:  You’re just like Jamie, I swear bro… Anyway, I ain’t coming into this match hopped up on who knows what.  I ain’t spending the week poppin’ bottles and rehearsing raps.  I ain’t underestimating you the way you are doing to me, King.  I’m gonna own you, because you think I’m some easy win for ya.  Truth is, I’m gonna use that to my advantage, and I’m gonna pin ya shoulders to that mat for the one, two, three boy!  Like I said on Twitter, I’m beast.  I always bring it hard, and my win-loss record speaks for itself.  In SCW, it’s just gonna grow.  And it’s all gonna start with you, King.

Koji:  That’s what I’m talking about, Gianni!  Show them how the Party Horde does things.

Giani:  Bro, you know I’m gonna stampede all over that match.  I’m gonna make King wish he never signed up for SCW.  And I’m gonna make him wish he never joined up with Dream Chaserz at the very least.  You should have chose your sides better, kid.  So on Sunday, you better pack a lunch.  School is in session.  Hahahaha!  Fuhgeddaboudit!

Giani hands the microphone back over to Stoner who finishes off his beer.  He picks up the microphone and starts to get up.  He turns back to Giani with a sort of sad puppy dog look on his face.

Stoner:  So, ummm… Can I party with the Party Horde tonight?  It seems to be where the real action is.

Giani and Koji look at each other, shrugging their shoulders.  Giani gets up from his seat and approaches him with Koji.  Exchanging menacing stares, both men grin before they wrap an arm around his shoulder as they disappear into the crowd that has formed   around Jamie Staggs who is break dancing on the floor.  They work their way toward the center of the crowd as the camera fades out.

{Everyday I’m Shuff-ff-fflin’}

{fin}

 {Everyday I’m shufflin’}

{Cut Scene}

Giani is seen sitting against a green screen.  On the screen is an image of SCW’s logo as well as a couple different views of the Vegas skyline.  Giani is dressed in a white suit with a red shirt and a matching satin red tie.  He is wearing a bandage over his right eye and a kind of goofy smile on his face.

Giani:  So I been appearin’ on Sin City Wrestling shows backstage off an’ on for the last couple of months.  Mostly playin’ around and hazing Jamie Staggs.  I need to thank the little shit cause I met this lovely lady, Bianca Solderini.  It wouldn’ta happened without him, so thank you Jamie.  So, I been talkin’ and talkin’ about goin’ back to Vegas to chat up this little shorty and things kept comin’ up and comin’ up.  F*ck that, dawg!  It’s happening right here and right now.  I’m ready, I’m lookin’ mint, so there’s no way she can say no.

Giani pauses for a minute looking on with a gleam in his eye.  He blushes a little bit but he does his best to hide it with a nervous laugh.

{End Cut Scene}

Giani is seen walking through the airport terminal, dropping his bags off as “Sexy And I Know It” by LMFAO begins playing from his pocket.  He reaches into the suit jacket and pulls out his phone as the song gets louder.  He fumbles around with it for a second before answering the call.

Giani:  Yo it’s Giani here.

Tommy:  How ya doin’ kid?  I just wanted to call and congratulate ya on impressing Batee enough to get this match at Lord of the Rings.

Giani:  Match?  Ain’t that bein’ hosted by Puerto Rico Association?  Why would I be booked, for the TV title or somethin’?

Giani stops for a moment as he looks around for a seat.  He spots one off in the distance and he begins walking toward it.  He weaves through the crowded airport terminal toward the nearby bar that’s been screaming his name for the entire half hour he has been at the airport.

Tommy:  No… bro, did you not get my voicemail yesterday?  This match is f*ckin’ huge!

Giani:  I’m facin’ Jack Kraven?  Ha ha, you’re so funny dawg.

Giani rolls his eyes at the thought and then he rolls up to the bar.  He takes a seat as the bartender slides up to him.  He mouths “Jack and Coke” as he spins around in the chair slowly out of boredom.

Tommy:  No, but it’s the next best thing you could possibly imagine.  You’re facing Chris Ross for the BACW Heavyweight Championship.

There is a pause as Giani’s eyes light up.  He quickly scrunches them back together as he makes a “jerking off” motion with his free hand before he takes a sip from his drink.  He shakes his head at the cruelty of his agent.

Giani:  You’re so not funny, bro.  Seriously!  Just tell me what the match is already, cause I’m tired of waiting.  Do I get to kick Magnum Randell’s ass again?  Whooping up on someone in The Dynasty?  C’mon!

Tommy:  No, I am being serious, G.  You got a Heavyweight Championship match against Ross on August 2nd.  I ain’t foolin’ ya or nothing.  I swear on my entire family.

Giani:  That’s a lotta Italians, bro.  You ain’t kidding me for real?

Tommy:  Serious as a heart attack brought on by ya mom’s spaghetti carbonara.  So good ya gotta go into cardiac arrest before you put the damned fork down.

Tommy lets out a little laugh over the phone, as does Giani.  However, he is still in shock after hearing the news about his big match.  He takes a big gulp from his glass, downing nearly half of it before he jumps up from his stool and shouts an excited “WOOOOOOOOOOO!”  He dances around a bit, drawing much suspicion and dirty glares from the classy businessmen.  He doesn’t care as he thrusts his fist into the air, fist pumping. Laughter is heard on the other end as Giani settles down.  He takes his seat at the bar once more, trying his best to contain his excitement.

{Cut Scene}

Giani:  This day couldn’t get any better.  I get a shot at takin’ a fine lady out on the town to show that a Jersey boy can be a romantic.  This night is gonna be EPIC, bro.  Freakin’ epic!  Then I find out from my boy, Tommy, that I get a shot at the top prize in BACW.  I could be a double champion, dawg.  When I beat Barnes, he was a double champion, and he was the top dawg around this joint for the longest.  I… I don’t even know what to think right now.  All I know is that people upstairs got some faith in me, and I wanna show them that I’m improvin’ enough to represent them to the fullest.  I swear, I could kiss Batee right about now…

Giani stares at the screen for a minute, the twinkle is still in his eye until he realizes exactly what he just said.  He lets out his signature laugh and then cuts it short.

Giani:  No homo, Bats.

{End Cut Scene}

Giani cracks his knuckles before reaching over for his glass once again.  He downs it, chewing on some of the ice before he is interrupted by Tommy again.

Tommy:  Hahaha, somebody needs to start reading his bulletins so I don’t gotta hear you scream in excitement about every single match you get booked in.

Giani:  But then I would miss our brotherly chats.  And what’s wrong with gettin’ excited about my matches?

Tommy:  You act like a little girl who scored tickets to Britney Spears or somethin’.  You do everything but squeal, kid.

Giani bellows out with laughter causing a manager type to walk up to him and clear his throat.  Giani covers his mouth as the man walks away.  He lets out a few more chuckles stifled by his hand before taking a deep breath and continuing.

Tommy:  It’s good to know that you’re in touch with ya feminine side, Giani.

Giani:  Yeah, yeah, yeah… At least I don’t live in it like you.

Tommy:  You been in New York too long.  You sound like some douche on the subway.  Anyway, I gotta go.  Hit that gym and get prepared for this match.  The next time we hang, I wanna see you with two pieces of gold.

Giani hangs up the phone and slides it back into his suit jacket. He gets up in a respectable manner and then clears his throat.  He straightens his tie and then smoothes out his suit jacket.  He pulls it inward as he walks toward the door.  He turns around and looks at the crowded bar and he throws his fist into the air.

Giani:  WOOOOOOOOO!  I’m fightin’ Chris Ross for more BACW gold and I’m *beep*in’ excited!  I thought you tight asses should know it.  Good day ladies and gentlemen.

And with that, Giani turns back around and walks out.  Everyone watches him, some giggle while others look annoyed.  The manager walks to the door and looks outside to make sure Giani has left.  He shakes his head and takes a deep breath as the scene fades out.

{Everyday I’m shufflin}

{Cut Scene}

The green screen shows off the same SCW back drop as before, however the seat is empty for a moment.  The silence is soon interrupted as Jamie Staggs and Aleksei Koji comes stumbling onto the scene.  They look around, trying to find the right direction for the camera.  They laugh as Jamie begins air humping at the camera.

Jamie:  Sup scro!  Haha you really decided to come to Las Vegas?

Aleksei:  He has a date with that Bianca girl who is always walking around here looking hot and full of attitude.

Jamie:  Aww shit, I wanted to hit that first.

Aleksei shoves Jamie who shrugs his shoulder and looks right into the camera with a wide smile.  He stares for a minute or so in silence before finally talking again.

Jamie:  You are trying to nail that bird tomorrow.  Tonight, we show you how we party in Vegas…

{End Cut Scene}

We pick up under the stars in the clear Nevada sky.  The large bonfire clues us all into the fact that we are partying with the Party Horde, in case you haven’t noticed the Party Bus camper as well as the mound of empty kegs.  The party music pulses through the hundreds of people in attendance as they dance wildly.  Off to the side, Aleksei and Jamie are chatting with some young ladies while Giani stands off to the side laughing with them.  The two ladies pull Jamie and Aleksei out onto the “dance floor” which is made up of gravel and dust.  Giani follows, but he doesn’t seem to be himself at this time.  He is preoccupied which is evident by his lack of any real dance moves.  (Not even a fist pump!)  He bops his head as his buddies go silent.  The song switches over to “We Found Love” by Rihanna and Giani even stops the bopping.  The girls drape themselves over Jamie and Aleksei, and another comes up and tries to grind on Giani.  He simply backs up before turning to walk away again.  The girl follows, seeming to be highly offended by the rejection as she shoves him.

Girl:  What the hell!  You just embarrassed me in front of everyone out there, you ass.

Giani:  Sorry, I’m just kinda outta it right now.  Not really feelin’ up to dancing with girls tonight.

Girl:  If you didn’t come to party, then why did you come here?

Giani sits down at the edge of the portable entertainment bus, shaking his head at the girl.  She scoffs and then turns to walk away.  As she does, she secretly checks out his head bopping again with a smile. She takes a deep breath and speaks to him once again.

Girl:  You got it for some girl, don’t you?  You got it hard if a love song is playing and you’re not trying to get you *beep* on.  I’ve seen Fuhgeddaboudit enough times to know how you operate.

Giani:  I ain’t on Fuhgeddaboudit anymore.  Unlike them assholes, I grew up a little bit.  I’m maturin’ here, and I’m tryin’ to find that one who could be my old lady. Mi amore…

The girl softens her expression a bit and sits down next to him.  In a friendly gesture, she grips his knee as she looks deep into his dark brown eyes.  She stares for a second and then she leans back to look up at the stars.

Girl:  I think you already found her, sweetheart.  Now all you gotta do is show her that you are her dream guy.  If you say that you are maturing and looking to settle down, then it shouldn’t be that hard to do.  Especially with a rock hard bod like that one you got.  Sexy and you know it.

Giani laughs and then he joins her in watching the stars twinkle in the sky.  For one night, even amidst the largest, never ending party he has ever attended, he has a moment of pure clarity thanks to this girl.  He stares on silently with her.

Giani:  Part of me thinks that I got it for her cause she is the first challenge I ever got with a girl.  Like, she is just a mountain I wanna climb, literally and otherwise ya know?  But if that was it, I wouldn’t feel like a school girl right now.  Would I?  Especially when I got other things comin’ up for me that are huge or my career.  I got a title match that could be the biggest thing I ever done in my already amazing seven month career.

Girl:  That’s right, you get a shot at Chris Ross.  That guy is a real *beep*ing tool.

Giani smiles and nods his head with authority. He turns to look at the girl and he begins making a stroking motion with a closed fist.  The girl laughs and shakes her head before returning her gaze back to the stars.

Giani:  The dude is a total douchebag.  The only reason he’s top dawg in BACW is cause he pinned a coffin.  It was the most disrespectful, disgusting thing I ever saw in my life, even if Kurt Chavez wasn’t inside.  Kid’s got no respect for the champions before him.  He don’t have the heart of a champion and that’s why I gotta end him.

Girl:  You seem pretty confident there.  Do you really think you can beat him?

Giani:  Sure enough. He is just a little punk tryin’ to play hard when he’s not.  What kind of accomplishment is it beating a dead guy?  What has he done besides suck and blow since he won that title?  Nothin’, that’s what.

Giani picks up a nearby bottle of water and he unscrews the sports top and sprays some of the water into his mouth. He swishes it around and then spits it out, setting the bottle back down on the ground beside him.  The girl grabs onto his arm, catching him by surprise as she curls up next to him.

Girl:  He is still the champion.  You said yourself that you gotta respect the champions before you and if you win the title, you gotta have some kind of respect for him.  Otherwise, you’re a hypocrite.

Giani:  You’re right.  Can I make an exception to that rule then?  Because I can try to pretend I respect him, but I really just wanna punch him in his *beep*in’ face.  Like bad!

The two share a laugh as Giani stretches, inconspicuously pulling his arm from the girl, at least he thinks so.  She rolls back over onto her back and returns her gaze to the stars.  Giani acts as if he is yawning and then he lets out a slight chuckle.

Giani:  Somebody needs to shut him up and if the rookie can do it, then he might be so embarrassed that he never shows his face around BACW again.  It would be a nice change cause there’s already too many big egos around there.

Girl:  With your big ass ego, it’s a wonder there is room for a grain of sand in BACW let alone an actual roster.

Giani:  It’s called confidence.  Don’t mix the two up.

Girl:  Tomato/toma(h)to.  It’s the same difference, but I will pretend I buy it if you will just shut up and kiss me…

She rolls over, hovering over Giani.  Their eyes lock and he contemplates one last hooray before trying to settle down.  The idea of changing lingers in the back of his mind as he slowly leans forward toward the girl’s lips.  He gets close enough to feel her pulsating breaths on his lips.  The warmth sends tingles through his entire body. As soon as his lips graze hers, he immediately backs up.  He slides from underneath her with an apologetic stare.  He struggles to say something, but nothing comes to mind.  She glares at him with anger as he holds out his hand as if to say “Wait a minute.”  Instead he shakes his head and turns around, storming off.  But not before her begrudged words reach his ears.

Girl:  Good luck with your date, and good luck with your match.  You are going to need it, rook…

And with that, Giani looks back toward his friends across the “floor”. He makes his way through the increasingly heavy crowd, becoming engulfed in the horde as the scene fades out completely.

{Everyday I’m Shuff-ff-flin’}