Act 1: Celebration

"The celebration... you cannot practice it or anything. It's a moment when the excitement of your goal make you react to the moment."
Peter Bondra




The scene opens on the beautiful countryside of Salerno Italy. The sun had started to rise over the mountain side and onto the city below. The Canelli estate where we see a few guards moving about the estate grounds. The camera goes over the now empty vineyards, and the covered outdoor pool. The camera goes around the estate taking in the beauty of it all. The camera then goes to the interior of the house where we find Reno and Rude sitting in front a flat screen TV playing Super Smash Brothers. They sit staring at the screen and don't notice Joanne walk down stairs in nothing more then a pair of short shorts, and a long t-shirt. Her hair was out of place, and she wore no makeup, but somehow she still managed to look good. She leans against the arm of the couch, and yawns.

Joanne: What day is it?

Reno and Rude both look up from the game, and Reno smiles, as Rude just waves.

Rude: It is Sunday morning.

Joanne: Sunday the what?

Reno: The 18th. You've been out for like 3 days. That was one hell of a party.

Joanne: It must have been... I don't remember any of it.

Rude: Damn, ever since you won that title it's been non stop parties until you passed out three days ago.

Anthony: That's right. Once you passed out, I told everyone to leave. How are you doin' sweety?

Joanne turns around and smiles softly. She hugs him and he just smiles.

Joanne: I'm fine. Maybe you can clear up somethin'... What happened last week?

Anthony: Of course sweety. A few of my associates stopped by, and well you made them a lot of money two weeks ago.

Joanne: They were bettin' on the match?

Anthony: They always do. You made them a lot of money sweety, and I mean a lot of money.

Joanne: I see but that doesn't explain why I've been passed out for the last three days.

Anthony: When they stopped by sweety you were still a bit lit from the celebration from your win, and said the more the better and you wouldn't mind to celebrate a bit more. They brought the finest wines, and a few other thin's and well we had a party that the whole ton was welcomed to.

Joanne: Wow. I didn't mean for it to get out of hand. I'm sorry daddy.

Anthony: What for? This was the best thin' that could happen for our family. The people of Salerno love us and will look to us for protection from the other families that try to muscle their way in. You did something wonderful my dearest.

Joanne smiles softly and looks at her father, knowing the people of Salerno had been oppressed by the Costa Nostra for centuries and now they had guardians. Salerno belonged to the Canelli's. Joanne sighs and sits on the arm of the couch again, watching them play.

Joanne: How long have you two been at this?

Reno: Three days.

Joanne: So as long as I've been out huh?

Rude: Actually longer... When you're father's friends showed up, we came in here and started playing.

Joanne: No concern about my safety huh?

Rude: What? It wasn't like we were out of the house, and your father's guys were all over the place.

Reno: You were in good hands. And we haven't really had a chance to play our game for the last while.

Joanne just sighs and shakes her head. She gets up from where she sits, and heads out of the room, and toward the kitchen. Her soft footfalls fell on the Italian ceramic floor. It felt cool to the touch as she moved along, and soon entering the kitchen. She sits down on one of the stools, and sees a piece of paper with writing on it. She picks it up, and reads it.

Joanne: Dear sweety, someone from SCW called and said you have a match this week. They said you had said yes to somethin' called "Blast from the Past", and you are teamed up with some guy named Lucian Frost, and your facin' some chick and some other guy. Not sure who.. Sorry love dad.

Joanne sighs and shakes her head. Her father wasn't the most reliable person when it came to taking messages, but she understood. She gets up from where she sits, and heads back toward the main part of the house. She walks through the long corridor and comes to a set of double doors and opens them revealing a rather large office, that was now empty. Joanne smiles to herself as she walks into the room thinking back to the years she had spent playing the floor in her father's office as a child as he did business with his associates. They had spent summers here abroad taking in the countryside that surrounded them. She moves to the desk and to the computer that sat on the corner of the desk. She turns it on, and leans back in the chair waiting for it to come up. It soon does, and the site for SCW soon appears. She smiles softly as she's her opponents and her partner for the match. Joanne turns the chair around to face the window.

Joanne: It seems after my win must have impressed someone to place me in a match that is goin' to be the talk of the world. Blast from the Past Tournament. But I've been paired with someone that I can't even find any information on. But then again why should that bother me? We're going to be paired together and yet I know nothin' about you, and you more then likely don't know much about me, but then again... You can search my name on gawd knows how many search engines and you will see my accomplishments. But you're my partner not my enemy. You and I have to work together and stay on the same page if we want to win this match don't we? I mean I'm not really sure of what to expect from you, except that you were once part of the Tag Team Champions so you can't be all that bad I guess.

Joanne just smirks and stares out the window that over looked the vineyards that spread out for what appeared to be miles.

Joanne: As for our opponents... Alex do you even realize what you did when beat Sephiroth two weeks ago? You have made yourself an enemy that will never leave you alone. You will never know peace, no matter where you go what you do. He is someone that you never want to turn your back on or win over. I made that mistake once. He smiled and asked me to be his tag partner, only to hit me with a chair, and then challenge me to a match that nearly killed me in the end. But after that he sent me flowers... And then ever since then we actually be in the same room and act like civilized people. But you... You wronged him and that's not a good thin'. But I can't touch you Alex but my partner can, and there is no stoppin' him from what I could find of him in matches... But there is one... There is one I can touch.

An almost an evil smile appears on her lips as she looks over her shoulder slightly.

Joanne: As for my opponent Jade, I don't really know what to say about you. You have a long list of accomplishments, but then again so do I. You are not the only that has managed to put titles before your name time and time again, but yet you have gained nothin' since you have been in the SCW, but I have. I've gained three titles now, and the latest one I don't intend to give up this one just yet, and I don't plan on givin' it up anytime soon. You've come out of retirement and for what? To be beaten once again, while I go to the top once again. I mean all the way to the top. Once Frost and I win this match we are goin' to go on and actually win this and then, then I will get what I want. I have to get through you and Alex then so be it. You two are our first victims and there is no stoppin' what has always been the strongest the company has ever seen.

She turns from the window and takes on of the cigars from a box on the other corner. She sits down in the chair once again and lights it after she cuts it, and takes a deep drag. Smoke soon fills the air, and she smiles.

Joanne: Jade do you really think that you can stand against me? I mean I've been around long enough to make a name for myself and I'm not goin' to let you destroy it in just one match. You call yourself the Bitch of Hardcore but can you live up to it? There is a reason they call me the Jersey Devil Diva, and it's simply because of the fact that when I am let loose in the middle of the middle of that ring, I am a wild animal that no one can tame until that bell sounds, and even then you'll be lucky to escape my grasp. I don't back down and I will not stop until you are nothin' but a pile of broken bones in a pool of your own blood.

She takes another drag from the cigar in her hand, and it drifts around her face. Her dark eyes burned through the smoke, as she turned the chair once again to face the window.

Joanne: Not you can be smart about this match Jade and just walk away. But I know that's goin' to happen. Did you even watch my match against the seven other losers for the Internet Title? I managed to out last seven others and you really think that you are goin' to beat me in the middle of that ring? No. You'll be lucky to walk away the same way that you walked into that ring. I'm goin' to do everythin' that I can to destroy you, and gain another win over anyone who stands in my way. I'm not afraid of you, or your partner, but you should be afraid of me.

A ring of smoke appears over the chair, and a laugh erupts from the other side. An almost evil laugh that seems to be darker and menacing. As the chair turns around we see a crazed look in Joanne's eyes as she stares at the camera.

Joanne: Our time draws ever closer to our match, and soon we will come face to face with each other. The only thing is you will be the one that ends up on the mat will be you, and your little wannabe of a partner. My time in this company is not done, let alone goin' to be tossed to some little bitch who thinks she can stand against the biggest bitch in the yard. If you're feelin' froggy though... Go ahead and jump. Jump right into that ring, and see how long you can last against me, and then, then tell me that you have what it takes to keep this company goin', and keepin' the fans happy week after week. I am no push over, let alone an easy target for someone like you. We are the Mafioso and we get paid to kick your ass! See you soon... Oh and good luck, you're goin' to need it.

Joanne smiles and gets up from where she sits, and walks out of the office, closing the doors behind her as the scene fades to black.

 Act 1: Spending the holidays with the family

“The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.”
Charles Kuralt





The scene opens on the beautiful countryside of Salerno Italy. The water shimmered brightly in the last rays of the setting sun, and the vineyards that had once been full of the finest grapes were now bare and thin, Massive ships and luxury yachts floated in the massive harbor, as people moved along the board walk enjoying the afternoon. The camera soon switches to a massive estate that seemed to stretch on for miles. The camera soon pans over a rather large villa that sat high on a cliff side over looking the vineyards, and Salerno harbor. The villa was done in the purest white marble, with frosted windows, and high ceilings. As the camera panned to the interior we see a massive Christmas tree set up in the foyer trimmed with bright lights, and crystal ornaments hung from each branch. The camera moves up the double staircase, and we soon see pictures of family and friends that line the walls. The camera comes to a room where the door was open a slight crack where we see steam rolling across the floor. The sound of water could be heard coming from the bathroom in the spacious room. A four poser bed carved from the heavy oak trees sat in the middle of the room, with heavy set drapes. The steam soon stops rolling out of the bathroom, and the water stops. Joanne soon comes into view wearing nothing but a silk robe, and a towel wrapped around her long hair. Her cell phone rings and she answers it.

Joanne: Hello?

Voice: Hello Miss Canelli?

Joanne: Yes.

Nancy: This is Nancy at the SCW front office. We just wanted to call and let you know that you have a match in two weeks time.

Joanne is taken back, and smiles. She had been away from the ring for almost a month, except for the autograph signings, and appearances.

Joanne: That's good to hear. Who's it against?

Nancy: I take it you haven't been really following the SCW website...

Joanne: I have been, but I've been busy the last couple of weeks. Who am I facin'?

Nancy: Well it's not just a normal match. It's an Ulitmate X Match for one of the newest titles in the SCW. You're going to be going up against seven other Bombshells for this one.

Joanne sits on the edge of the bed, and looks out the window.

Joanne: I have a title shot? That's a great way to start out the year isn't it?

Nancy: Indeed it is Miss Canelli. I'll send you the Bombshells you will be facing in a text. Good luck Miss Canelli.

Joanne: Thanks Nancy, but I won't need it.

With that Joanne hangs up, and smiles as she gets to her feet, and walks to her closet. She pulls out a  black cocktail dress, and tosses it onto the bed. Her phone soon chimes and she picks it up once again seeing the list of the Bombshells that she would be facing. A smile goes across her face as she looks at her phone, and then tosses it aside, grabbing the dress and walks behind the changing screen in the room.

Joanne: What a way to start off the year. I have a chance to get my hands on a brand new title. I have to say that I feel honored to even have a chance at it. There are others that could have had it, but now I have a chance to prove myself after being away for a while. I have to say that I feel sorry for the new girls. They haven't stood against anyone like me before and now they have to stare me down, and hope against hope that I will fall givin' them a chance at somethin' bigger then them. But soon they will realize they have yet to face anyone like me and manage to walk away the same afterward. Ask any of the Bombshells that I have faced before ladies, and they'll tell you that I am no walk in the park. But lets start with the person that walked away from the Daughters of Darkness. Zuri...

The robe is soon seen draped over the top of the changing curtain, as her silhouette is seen from behind.

Joanne: Zuri you and I have faced each other, and stood together several times over. Yet you walked away from the Daughters of Darkness all over the fact that you lost a couple of matches and lost a title. Zuri you are so much better then that and yet you didn't listen to either Necra or myself and walked away, leaving your sister with us, while you are tryin' to “find” yourself and who you are. You know that there is only one way this match is goin' to end, and that's goin't to be with me walkin' away with that new shiny title, and there is nothin' that you can do to stop me. I've been at this game a long time, and trust me I have done thin's that would make you cringe in the middle of that ring just to get my hands on a bit of shiny gold. Zuri from what I have seen you still haven't managed to “find” yourself or prove yourself at all. Do you really think this match is goin' to be any better then the last few that you've been tossed into? This is goin' to be one match that you're not goin' to win Zuri, because I'm not goin' to allow it. You can fight all you want, but it's not going to be enough to stop me, and you know that already don't you Zuri? You know what I can do, and you know that I don't play games when I'm in the middle of that ring don't you? You can try to stop me, but we both know that you've never been good enough to hold a title at least for very long have you?

She soon comes out from behind the changing curtain and has a smile on her lips that seems almost cruel and vindictive.

Joanne: Roxi are you still playin' the super hero? I mean isn't that getting' just a little old? You've been playin' that game since I've been here and I have to say that I have never been impressed with you. You've held titles just like me, but yet you always seem to lose them just as quick as you get them in your hands. If you want a villain to face the you don't have to look any further really. They consider me one of the biggest crime lords on the east coast, and I have been looked at by every so called hero that has crawled out of the wood work to try and take me down. What makes you think you can bring the Jersey Devil Diva down? We have faced each other before and it's always been back and forth. You've won a few and I've won a few but this match... This match is going to be different. This is goin' to be my first major win of the New Year and I will stop anyone that stands in my includin' some little wannabe freak in a mask playin' hero.

Joanne unwraps the towel from her hair, and tosses it to the floor. Her dark eyes shimmer in the light of the room, and her long black hair, falls down her back as she starts to brush it out.

Joanne: Cynthia Warren, or should I say Nurse Warren has been one of those people that wants to prove themselves but can never seem to get off the ground. You have stood against me as well, and how many times have you actually won somethin' without the help of others? Oh wait you never have won anythin' have you? At least not the honest way. I've watched your matches Cynthia and you are not that good at what you do. You think you can play with the big girls but once again you get pushed around and told that you can't. This time isn't goin' to be any different for you. This is a match that only true Bombshells should even be aloud to be a part of. Maybe this Mr. Wards and Mr Underwood's way of sayin' welcome back Joanne, by tossin' me fresh meat and wannabes that have yet to really show the world what they can do. I don't even know why I waste my time on someone like you Cynthia. You are so far below me it isn't funny.

Her hair is soon brushed out, and she starts to pile it up, making it curl and wrap around her head in a beautiful style that was popular with the ladies of Salerno. A knock soon comes to her door, and she looks back in the mirror as it opens seeing her father standing there.

Anthony: You look just like your mother.

Joanne blushes and smiles softly.

Joanne: I know.

Anthony: Where are you off to tonight?

Joanne: Reno is taking me out tonight.

Anthony: I see. Are you two gettin' close?

Joanne: No... I mean... I don't know. Sometimes I wonder if he even wants more but then there are times that he does somethin' right and I see a side of him that no one ever does.

Anthony: I see. I still can't figure out why you never married Du Lac. I mean he had everythin' goin' for him.

Joanne: He still does.

Anthony: You've seen him?

Joanne nods, as she starts to do her makeup.

Joanne: Yeah. A couple of times. He's working for the same company I am. So I've run into him in the hallway.

He leans against the door frame as she continues to get ready.

Anthony: Are you sure you're goin' to be all right?

Joanne: We'll be fine. I mean it's Salerno. Nothin' is goin' to happen.

Anthony: Just be careful. You never know who is out there, especially around here. You know that we can't trust anyone.

Joanne: I know. Reno and I are just goin' out to have a couple of drinks.

Anthony: Good. Well you go and have a good time Joanie. I'll see you in the mornin' then.

He walks into the room and kisses her on the forehead, and turns heading back out of the room, and closes the door behind him leaving Joanne alone once again.

Joanne: Now as for the new girls, I really don't know where to start. I mean have any of you even faced anyone like me at all? Hell have you even won a match since any of you started here? I don't really care because of the simple fact that I already know that I am better then any of you.

She smiles as she finishes with her makeup, and gets up from where she sits. She grabs a pair of shoes, and a small handbag from the table by the door.

Joanne: Mimi you've more then likely had one match in the SCW since you've been here, so tell me did you win it? Or did you blow it like so many others have in the past? You sound like a stuck up little bitch that thinks she has what it takes to bring down the big girls, but in truth you are a coward and shakes every time that they see real talent in front of them. In two weeks time honey there is goin' to be nothin' that you can to do stop the woman that has won titles in her time, and stood against some of the biggest names in this company, and walked away with the Tag Titles and the Roulette. I'm not afraid of some little girl that wants to try and stand against me. Trust me in the end you will wish you were never tossed into this match, or even stood against me.

She slips the dark high heels on and walks out of the bedroom, and heads for the stairs.

Joanne: *Voice Over* Desiree... You haven't been in the company a year yet and you think you're hot shit? Honey do you even realize what it takes to be a Bombshell around here? You have to be talented, you have guts, and you have to be able to stand on your own two feet. Somethin' tells me you spread your legs to get this job or rather into this match didn't you? Wouldn't surprise if you did. You seem the type. I don't like stuck up bitches, ask Veronica my former tag team partner, and she'll tell you that I don't like her or her friends because of that. If you're lucky enough to walk away from this match, then I'll be glad to take back what I said, but I know better and know that you are not goin' to make it through this. I don't hold back on anyone durin' matches like this or stop until I get what I want. If you think you have what it takes to stand against me then brin' everythin' that you have into the middle of that ring, and try to stop me.

Joanne walks down the stairs where Reno is waiting with Rude. He looks up and his eyes get wide as he sees Joanne.

Reno: Wow you look great.

Rude: Damn boss! You look hot!

Joanne: Thank you.

Reno: Are you ready to go?

Joanne: Yes. I got the keys to the jag for tonight.

Reno: Awesome. See ya later Rude.

Rude: Don't do anything that I wouldn't do.

Reno just smiles as Joanne heads for the front door. They walk out into the night, as the stars above shine brightly. They walk to the garage, and she opens the door, revealing a row of cars sitting against the wall as they walk inside.

Joanne: So where are going?

Reno: I figured we could have a nice dinner at one of the small restaurants in the city, and then go for a few drinks near by before calling it a night. If you want to that is.

Joanne was surprised but it was sweet and he was trying hard to impress her. She stops in front a deep blue jag, and tosses Reno the keys.

Joanne: Sounds perfect. Come on.

Reno nods, and catches the keys. He walks to her door and opens it for her. Joanne blushes and slips into the passengers side and the door closes once again. Reno is soon sitting beside her, and they pull off down the long winding driveway.

Joanne: *Voice Over* Jemma I don't know what it is about you, but I don't feel like I have to say anythin' really harsh to you. You come across as a half way decent person compared to the others that I have to face this time around. You see nice enough but I know that you're not ready for a match like this. Very few people are ready to face me in a match that always seems to play to my advantage, but you, you might actually survive this if you're lucky enough to not endure my wrath. It could be the fact that you remind me of myself when I was younger, wantin' to make a name for myself in the middle of the ring, by takin' on the biggest names that I could. And no look where I stand. I am one of the highest paid Bombshells in the SCW. I've held titles, and lost them, only to gain them back once again, and in two weeks time it's not goin' to be any different.

The car moves along the winding road, as they head toward the city of Salerno. The night sky was clear, and the water below in the harbor shimmered in the bright full moon that was above.

Reno: You look really good.

Joanne: Thank you. I wanted to look nice for tonight. I mean it's not often that we get out alone.

Reno: Yeah I know... Are you all right?

Joanne: Yeah, why?

Reno: You just seem kind of distracted that's all.

Joanne: Sorry. I got a call from the SCW head office a little while ago and I have a match comin' up.

Reno: Cool. Who's it against?

Joanne: It's one of those big matches, for a brand new title that they have just released.

Reno: Wow. You've been away from the ring, for like a month, and when you come back they give you a title shot. Do you want us there?

Joanne: Of course I do. You guys have always been there for me, no matter what.

Reno just smiles and Joanne stares out the window watching the countryside slowly turn into the outskirts of the city.

Joanne: *Voice Over* Mikah... you are another little bitch that thinks that she is entitled to everythin' that you can get your hands on, but like the rest of them you are not entitled to anythin' includin' that shiny title that they have on the line. Do you really think that you can last in this match? How long do you really think you can stay in the ring against me? I've been at this a while and the way you carry yourself tells me that you think you are unstoppable but you're not. I will do everythin' that I can to brin' you down with everythin' that I have. But remember that I am dangerous when I am cornered, that is why I am the best at what I do. I am not afraid to get my hands dirty, or to make my opponents bleed just to get what I want. How far will you go Mikah? How far will you sink to get that title? Will you scratch my eyes out so I can't see you walk away with my title, or will you cry in the corner because you couldn't beat the Jersey Devil Diva? Remember you are not alone in this match Mikah, and you're not goin' to be just my punchin' bag, but there's too. I'm not afraid of you, but you should be afraid of me. By the end of this match you will be broken, beaten, battered, bruised, bloodied, and humiliated. We are the Mafioso; and we get paid to kick your ass! See you soon.

Joanne smiles as she looks out the window as the city of Salerno appears around them. Reno soon finds a parking spot, and pulls in. The car is soon silent, and he gets out walking around to open Joanne's door. She steps out, and takes his arm as they start walking along the cobbled stone sidewalk as the scene fades to black.

 Act 1: An Act of Kindness

A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.
Saint Basil



The scene opens on the beautiful area of one of the many suburbs in the Jersey Shore. The leaves had started to fall from the trees, while others still remained, blazed in deep browns, bright reds, fiery oranges and yellows. There was a chill in the air, and yet the kids still ran around outside and through the piles of leaves that had been stacked. Homes were decorated for Halloween, while others were bare and waiting for the Christmas season to start. The camera soon focuses on the Canelli estate that looked quiet, except for the guards making their rounds as usual. The camera moves to the interior of the house where we see Reno, Rude and Scarpaci sitting in the living room playing games on the big screen TV. The sound of the door bell sounds and echo's through the house. Joanne sits at her desk, going over papers, and looks up. She sighs, and goes back to her work, only to hear the doorbell sound again. She gets up from where she sits, and heads down the stairs, and stops in front of the living room.

Rude: Can you get that?

Joanne: Yeah, sure... Don't bother gettin' up or nothin'.

Joanne walks to the front door and opens it. There stood a beautiful dark haired and pale skinned woman with deep dark eyes.

Woman: Hello Joanne.

Joanne's face goes white as she looks at the woman that stood in front of her.

Joanne: Maria? What are you doin' here?

Maria walks inside, and Joanne sighs.

Joanne: I'm surprised to see you here...

Maria: I'm sorry to come unannounced... But I need your help.

Joanne: With what? I mean I thought you would at least try to find Seph before coming to me.

Maria: I can't find him... No one can. Besides I can't ask him for help. A vampire can never ask their sire for their help...

Joanne: Of course not... Now what can I help you with Maria?

The two of them walk back toward her office, and she motions for Maria to sit down. Joanne takes her place behind her desk, and leans back in the seat.

Maria: Thank you Joanne. The thing is my orphanage is being shaken down by the cartel. I need your help...

Joanne:  Wait? The cartel? I don't have any connections down that way, but I...

Maria: Please Joanne? They'll be coming back soon and I don't know what else to do.

Joanne sighs, and leans forward in her seat.

Joanne: I'll make a few calls and see what I can do. Then again I do have a few connections out in the west coast...

Maria: We have to get them out of there and relocated them before they notice we're gone.

Joanne: Shouldn't be to hard. I think I have the perfect place for you. Let me make a call, and we'll get everythin' arranged before the day is out.

Maria: Thank you Joanne.

Joanne: Of course. Why don't you go and rest for a while. I'll get everything ready for you.

Maria: Si. I am a bit tired. I'll be in your guest room.

Maria get up from where she sits, and walks out of the room, leaving Joanne alone once again. She turns her chair to face the window.

Joanne: In a little over two weeks once against Jessie you and I will stand in the middle of the ring, but this time, we'll have someone at our sides won't we? Last week I kicked your ass all over that street and didn't even think twice about it, and yet you still come back for more? What lesson did you not learn from the beatin' I gave you last time? Are you insane? Do you really want the tag titles that bad, that you are willin' to give up your life just because you think you're better then me? Ha! It is to laugh. I will always be better then you and that is why you will never hold another title again. I will always be there to stand in the way, and to make sure that you never get your hands on the title that I now carry.

Joanne smiles to herself, and gets up from where she sits. She lights a cigar, and opens the balcony doors and steps outside into the late afternoon air.

Joanne: Cindy I've faced you maybe once, but you haven't managed to get your hands on anythin' have you? What a shame... Yeah right. It just means that you are not meant to hold anythin' important. You've proven that you can't handle yourself in the middle of the ring, and I have a really bad feeling that you will be relying on Jessie to win this match for you, just to further your career which makes me sick. I may not like my partner, but at least she and I are on the same page when it comes to keeping the titles in our hands, and out of yours. Tell me were you Jessie's first choice or were you thrown together just because someone felt sorry for you? Or did you suck Hot Stuff's dick just to get the chance to get your hands on something? It's probably the later isn't it? Cindy tell me what have you truly done to even make it this far in the company. I've managed to claw my way to the top and stayed there even without a title in my hands. You haven't managed to do anything, and that will never change if you are riding on people's coat tails, tryin' to make a name for yourself.

Joanne takes a drag from the cigar that she holds, and the smoke drifts on the air in front of her.

Joanne: As for my partner if I can even call her that, is a pain in the ass, and a total bitch but at least I know you won't do anythin' to cost us the titles, at least I hope you don't. Veronica I don't trust you, but we have to work together to keep these titles around our waists, and keep everyone's hands off them as long as we can. I don't care what we have to do to keep them, but we have to get along at least enough to keep them. I can't stand your guts, or your attitude and I know that you don't care for me, but guess what I'm stayin' and there is nothin' that you can do to get rid of me.

She walks along the balcony as the guards watch over her as she does. She was protected if nothing else, and anyone that tried to get to her, would answer to not only her guards but her as well.

Joanne: I don't know if there is anythin' else that I can say to my opponents for this match beside watch your asses because they are goin' to be kicked all over that ring, no matter what you two do to try and stop us. Jessie, Cindy you better bring everythin' that you have into the ring with you in a little over two weeks, because you are in for one hell of a fight, and it's not goin' to be an easy one. We will not stop, we will back down, but we will break bones, and make you bleed before the match is over, and even then we won't stop until we secure our place as the Bombshell Tag Team Champions for as long as we carry them. Our time has just begun and your time will never come as long as Veronica and I hold the titles in our hands. We are the Mafioso; and we get paid to kick your ass! See you soon.

Joanne smiles and turns away from the camera and walks along the balcony and out onto the spacious lawn, toward the tiger pit that was now empty. She sighs and turns away heading back toward the house as the scene fades to black.

 Act 1: Another Chance

chance
/CHans/

noun
noun: chance; plural noun: chances

   1.
   a possibility of something happening.
   "a chance of victory"
   synonyms:   possibility, prospect, probability, likelihood, likeliness, expectation, anticipation; More
   risk, threat, danger
   "there was a chance he might be released"
       the probability of something happening.
       "he played down his chances of becoming chairman"
       an opportunity to do or achieve something.
       "I gave her a chance to answer"
       synonyms:   opportunity, opening, occasion, turn, time, window (of opportunity);
       informalshot
       "I gave her a chance to answer"
       a ticket in a raffle or lottery.
       Baseball
       an opportunity to make a defensive play, which if missed counts as an error.
       "541 straight chances without an error"
   2.
   the occurrence and development of events in the absence of any obvious design.
   "he met his brother by chance"
   synonyms:   accident, coincidence, serendipity, fate, destiny, fortuity, providence, happenstance; good fortune, luck, good luck, fluke




The scene opens on the vast city of LA. The sun burned through the heavy smog that drifted over the city as it always did, as a light wind blew through the tall palm trees as the camera pans over the long line of traffic that had been backed up in the late afternoon rush, moving toward the vast suburbs and the houses of the the wealthy and the elite. The camera soon stops on the massive white mansion where we see guards making their rounds on the expanse of the grounds. The camera moves to the interior where we see Joanne making her way to her office for the day. The guys had gone out for the morning leaving her alone in the massive house. Her high heeled shoes click on the stone floor with each step she takes until she reaches the carpeted stairs, and heads up to her office. As she reaches the op the lights flicker off and on. She stops and looks at the lights and sighs. She continues up the stairs, and the lights flicker once again, and then go off completely. Joanne shakes her head, and feels a chill going up her spine. The lights come back on outside her office, but her office is dark and her high backed leather chair is turned to face the window. Joanne pulls one of the glocks from the holster and moves toward the desk.

Joanne: All right... Whoever you are turn around slowly and I won't put a bullet in your forehead.

Voice: I'm surprised you are speaking to me that way sister...

The chair turns around and there sits Necra. Joanne lets out a breath, and puts the glock back in it's holster.

Joanne: I see you're taking after your uncle with the creepy factor.

Necra just smiles as she gets out of Joanne's chair.

Necra: Sorry about that. One of your guards let me through.

Joanne: That's bullshit and you know it.

Necra: You're right.. I did the same thing Seph did, when he showed up.

Joanne moves to her chair and sits down. She leans back as Necra paces the floor in front of the desk.

Joanne: So what are you doin' here? No wait let me guess... Our match?

Necra: You've very astute Joanne. This isn't the way I wanted to start our stable out but I guess we have to do this just to prove that we are the best at what we do.

Joanne: I don't like it. I mean this could cause a rift before we even really begin. That's what they have planned.

Necra: I was thinking the same way as you were until  I realized we can make this work to our advantage. Think about it, when one of us gets our hands on the other half of the Tag Titles, then Veronica will have to make a choice.

Joanne looks at her with a puzzled look as she lights a cigar.

Joanne: What do you mean a choice? She's the Tag Champion she won't want to lose them so she'll have to take whoever wins.

Necra: That's my point. She'll have to walk away from the Mean Girls, and join with us if she wants to keep them, because neither of us are going to join with them.

Joanne: Damn right. What do you think of our opponents for this match?

Necra: Let's see... Jessie has only beaten me once and even then it was a fluke. Trishelle, and Orchid are the odd ones out in this match... Traci, and Raynin have been champions but not great champions but ok champions.

Joanne smiles and turns around facing the window.

Joanne: True. But then again we should...

Joanne turns around once again and Necra is gone. She sighs and shakes her head. Necra had learned well from her uncle and would be a worthy adversary on Sunday night, but that was nothing new. The last time they had been in the same match they worked together but it hadn't been enough. They would have to step up their game this time around.

Joanne: Sunday night it will come down to Necra and myself in the middle of that ring. I know you're all probably thinkin' how do I know that, and it's very simple... We are the best at what we do, and the rest of you are nothin' but wannabes and losers who have been thrown into a match that you have no business being in. Trishelle do you remember what happened the last time you stood in the middle of the ring with me? I managed to stand against you, and two others. One of which is now a sister in Darkness, but you, you have yet to do anythin' that I consider of worth in the SCW. You've won a few matches here and there, but when it comes to having a chance to gettin' you hands on a title you choke and then you fade away into the background once again. Of course you do belong there, and not in the spotlight like the rest of us. Walk away from this match and you might survive a bit longer against me.

Joanne takes a drag from the cigar in her hand as a puff of smoke floats in the air around her.

Joanne: Orchid I didn't even know you existed. You've always been in the background, quiet and and kept to yourself. You should have stayed that way. Do you have any idea what you are gettin' into in this match? I doubt it. I don't know how you even got put into this match, but you're not goin' to last as long as you think. The only one that's had guts to speak up is Necra and I actually have respect for her, but you... You I have no contempt for. You come into a place like this, hardly do anythin' and think you're goin' to walk away with a title? Hardly! This is one fight that you're not goin' to be able to win Orchid. I don't care what style you have or who trained you, or any awards that you have gotten from outside of the company. You are goin' to face a woman that has been champion several times over, and I will not go easy on you. I will do everythin' that I have to win this match, and if that means I have to break bones, and make you bleed then so be it. I'm not above gettin' my hands dirty.

Joanne gets up from where she sits, and opens the balcony doors in front of her. She walks out onto the balcony and takes another drag from the cigar. She watches the guards making their rounds, and leans against the railing.

Joanne: Raynin, I have to say that you have impressed me over the last few months before you disappeared. You were a champion a couple times, but do you think you have what it takes to brin' me down? I don't think you do. You might be ex military but you don't scare me. I've gone up against some big guys, most two times my size and managed to brin' them down, and climb the ladder that much further. Here I have faced almost every bombshell at least once and managed to come out on top more times then not. Raynin you can brin' everythin' and anythin' into this match but it's not goin' to help you... At least not this time. I'm not goin' to hold back, and I'm not goin' to stop until I get what I want and what I want is that other half of the Bombshell Tag Titles.

Joanne smiles to herself and walks along the balcony that went around the upper level of the house.

Joanne: Traci you've been a tag team champion, and yet you've managed to lose them, like so many of us have. What makes you think you are worthy enough to even be able to lay your hands on it? You're not and will never be worthy enough to hold another title as far as I am concerned. Traci since you've come here you've held onto one title, and nothing more. Like Orchid and Trishelle I'm not sure how you got into this match, bu that doesn't matter, because there is only one way this match is goin' to end, and it will be with me standin' over your lifeless bodies with that title in hand. Now if you think you have what it takes to stop me, then by all mean, try... But you're goin' to fail, just like so many others have before you.

Her high heel shoes clicked along the stone balcony as she walked along.

Joanne: Jessie you've managed to beat me, but then again, I've managed to beat you more then once.  You're on your own this time around, and without Amy I know there is nothin' that you can do. You've held the tag titles and then you lost them to the two dumb bitches that belong to the Mean Girls. I mean how wrong is that? Do you really think you can handle being the partner of the woman that took them away from you? I know you can't. You have that hatred runnin' through you and that's not a good thin' when you have to be partners with someone that took them away is it? Tell me how long do you think you're goin' to last in this match Jessie? I mean not only do you have Necra to deal with but you have The Jersey Devil Diva hunting you in the middle of the ring, and there will be no way out until I have what I want in my hands. We've battled each other over titles and over contender spots but this time it's for somethin' that each of us wants but I'll be damned if you get your grubby little hands on it again any time soon, but if you think you have what it takes then brin' everythin' you have to the ring and see how long you're goin' to be able to stand against me.

She soon comes to a set of doubles doors and opens them heading into the massive master bedroom. A suitcase was laid out on the bed, along with clothes that had been scattered all over the room. She sighs and sits on the edge of the bed.

Joanne: Necra you and I have a long history, but it's one of respect. Either one of us can win this match and it won't matter, but I would like to have my hands on a piece of gold at least for a while. I mean does it really matter which one of us wins this considerin' both of us will brin' honor back to the title and to the Daughters of Darkness? Of course it doesn't but I know you and you know me well enough to know that I will not just lay down and let you walk away with the title that easy. I will give you a fight, but it's goin' to be one of respect, unlike the others. They are fodder in this match of Queens. They will fall one by one until it is just you and I left in the middle of that ring, wantin' only one thin'... The other half of the Bombshell Tag Titles. I will not back down, I will not fall, and most of all I will not fail the Daughters of Darkness. I will stand in the middle of the ring, and hold that title high in the air, and show the rest of the locker room that we are not to be messed with. I will prevail no matter what I have to do to get it, and if that means I have to step in between you and that title then so be it. Just remember Necra it's nothin' personal... Just business. We are the Mafioso, and we get paid to kick your ass! See you soon ladies.

Joanne gets up from the corner of the bed, and starts to pack clothes into the suitcase that laid open. She moves to the walk in closet and starts to sort through stuff, as the scene fades to black.

 Act 1: Another Chance at Gold

"Don't mistake my kindness for weakness.
I am kind to everyone, but when someone
is unkind to me, weak is not what you are
going to remember about me."
Al "Scarface" Capone



The scene opens on the beautiful rock formations that lined the skyline of the horizon that sat behind a massive estate that seemed to come out of nowhere. It sat by itself on a vast stretch of green manicured lawn, and a pool sparkled in the late afternoon sun. A black limo soon pulls up in front of the front door, and Joanne steps out with the guys following behind. They head for the front door, and the door opens. A man dressed in a fine suit motions for them to come inside, and they wait in the foyer. The man disappears but returns a few moments later, and motions for Joanne to follow him. They move through the long hallway and stops when they come to a set of double doors. The young man opens them and Joanne steps by him, and into the dimly lit room. There sitting in a plush chair was an older man, in his later 70's sat by the window watching an old black and white movie on the TV that hung on the wall. He looks over and motions for Joanne to come toward him. She does, and takes his hand kissing the back of his hand.

Joanne: Don Capelli... It's an honor to be in your home.

The old man smiles and motions for her to sit.

Don Capelli: You don't need to be so formal Don Canelli. I'm retired, and an old man that likes black and white movies.

Joanne: I was taught to respect the old ways, and I will continue to do Don Capelli.

He just smiles and nods, turning the TV off, leaning back in his seat.

Don Capelli: Your father always was one for tradition. How is your father?

Joanne seems to be taken back, and Joanne smiles softly.

Joanne: He's doin' good. I'm just surprised that you know him.

Don Capelli: It was a long time ago... When he was first starting out I worked with him, and I have to say I have a lot of respect for him, and the way he did business. But I know that's not why you're here is it Don Canelli?

Joanne shakes her head, and shrugs.

Joanne: Actually I'm not sure why I'm here? I got a message sayin' that you wanted to see me, and...

The old man laughs knowing that there had been a mistake, and gets up from where he sits. Joanne helps him to his feet, and they start toward the door.

Don Capelli: I think you are here to see my son. He's away at the moment, but my grandson is very big fan and would love to meet you. That's how we found out you were nearby.

Joanne: I'm always up to meetin' a fan. How old is he?

He takes Joanne's arm, and they head out of the room, and head out to the massive backyard. A young boy no more then 8 years of age runs around kicking a soccer ball toward a net. He sends it flying into the net, and turns around seeing Joanne standing with his grandfather.

Don Capelli: Joey! Joey come here. There's someone here that I want you to meet.

Joey runs across the backyard, and stops as he reaches them. His eyes get wide as he sees Joanne standing before him.

Joanne: Hello Joey. I heard that you were a fan, so I thought I would come and see you while I wait on your father.

The young boy couldn't speak, as he just stared at Joanne with wonder and awe.

Don Capelli: She's not going to bite boy. Say something.

Joey: You... you... you are so awesome. I've been watching you since you were in the first TIWF. You are the best that I have ever seen! Can I get a picture with you? An autograph?

Joanne couldn't help but smile and nod. Joey runs off back up to his room to get a camera, and something to write on.

Don Capelli: To be young again. He has so much energy.

Joanne: He sure does. I still can't figure out why your son called me here though...

Voice: I called you here because I thought we could do some business Don Canelli.

Joanne turns around and there standing behind her was a younger looking man dressed in a dark suit. He takes Joanne's hand, and kisses her ring.

Joanne: I take it you are the Don Capelli I was meant to see?

Don Capelli II: Yes. I'm sorry my men made the mistake. My father stays here since his health has started to fail. I hope you don't mind...

Joanne: Of course not... He reminds me a lot of my father. Now what sort of business do you have in mind?

The older Capelli leads Joanne to his son's office, and the three of them head inside, closing the door behind them. The hours pass, and soon the door opens once again, and Joanne walks out ahead of them. She turns and couldn't help but smile. The two of them were gentlemen to the core, and that was something that was always hard to find in any type of business partners now a days.

Don Capelli II: I'm glad that we could do business Don Canelli. Most people have turned down the offer, and it's a shame too. The area we have in mind is perfect, and no one has ever thought about doing anything with it.

Joanne: I'd be happy to invest, and...

She turns the corner and there stands Joey with a camera and a notebook.

Joanne: That's right... I still owe you a picture and an autograph don't I?

He just nods and hands the camera to his father.

Joey: My friends are not going to believe this.

Joanne: They will when they see the picture, and this.

The picture is snapped, and Joanne smiles removing the rosary from around her neck and puts it around his neck.

Don Capelli II: Are you sure you want him to have it Don Canelli?

Joanne: I'm sure... Besides that's just part of what he's goin' to get.

Don Capelli: You're are being very generous Don Canelli.

Joanne: I like to spoil my fans when I have a chance to. Our next show is in...

Joey: In Yuma! I want to go so bad but we checked this morning and everything is sold out.

Joanne: If your father agrees I can get you into the VIP area to watch the show. How does that sound?

Joey's eye light up, and Joanne smiles.

Joey: Can we go dad? Please?

Don Capelli II: I don't see why not. We'll be honored to attend Don Canelli.

Joey: I know you're going to beat the others in that match. You're the best!

Joanne: That means a lot Joey. Listen call me when you get to Yuma and we'll meet up for dinner or something before the show. It was an honor to meet all of you.

She kisses both the older Capelli on the cheek, and smiles softly kissing Joey on the cheek before walking out into the setting sun. The guys stood on the doorstep and started for the car, as Joanne walked out the door and got into the car. They soon pull off and Joanne couldn't help but smile.

Reno: How did it go boss?

Joanne: It went better then I thought it would. We reached a really good deal, and I have to say he's got what it takes to run a family out here. There are different opportunities out this way that we don't have back east...

Scarpaci: It's kind of strange that he just called you out of the blue isn't it?

Rude: Yeah it is kind of strange, I mean do you even know this guy?

Joanne: I didn't until I saw him. It was Nicholas Capelli. We grew up with him. He was a few years older then Scarpaci and myself, but his father knows dad, so I heard him out, and we managed to come up with a great plan. Oh and make sure that when we get back to the hotel to call someone in management. I need VIP seats for two weeks time.

The guys just nod, as Joanne leans back in the seat, watching the vast empty expanses pass them by.

Joanne: *Voice Over* I know what you're already thinkin' and I am not weak. Al Capone put it the best when he said "Don't mistake my kindness for weakness. I am kind to everyone, but when someone
is unkind to me, weak is not what you are going to remember about me." The kid was a friend, and I'm not goin' to push away a fan. Now this is one of the best and biggest matches that I've been in for a while, and I don't plan walkin' away empty handed this time. Now lets begin shall we? Natalie... You are nothin' more then a personal trainer turned wrestler, and I have to say I'm not impressed. The only reason that you are even in this match is because you got lucky and beat out two or three other losers to even get this far. You should have stayed with the personal trainer business because you have no right to even step foot into a match like this. I've been in this business a long time sweety and seen people like you come and go. After the first time around they realize they don't have what it takes and walk away, but I don't think you got that message yet.

Joanne smiles to herself as the beautiful city of Phoenix starts to appear once again. They soon arrive back at the Waldorf Astria Resort, and head inside.

Joanne: You see Natalie I'm not even sure how you even got into this match or this company for that matter. If I were you I would have never even dreamed about doin' what you are. You are a trainer nothin' more Natalie. If you think that you have what it takes to stand in the middle of the ring in a match like this then please humor me. You are not a threat to me, and that's what makes it even worse. Mercedes, and Necra are the two that I'm really goin' to be worried about, but you... You are nothin' to me Natalie. I'm goin' to underestimate you, but you haven't really done anythin' to make me sit up and look in your direction at all. Until you do I'm not goin' to worry about anythin' you have to say or even do.

They reach the elevator and they step inside as the door opens. The doors soon close and the numbers start going up above their heads.

Joanne: *Voice Over* Mercedes how many times do we have to do this dance? You and I have stood toe to toe so many times before, and yet you still haven't learned anythin' have you? You've held the Bombshell Roulette Title at least a couple of times, and I've had it, but Necra... She's got us both beat. Do you really think that you're goin' to be able to take it away and leave me with nothin? Wrong! I've had my sights set on it for a while now, but I haven't had a chance to get a hold of it, until now... In two weeks time I will walk away with that title in hand leavin' you in the middle of the ring with nothin' once again!  You have a lot of achievements under you but then again so do I. Over the last 12 years that I have in this business I have held records, I've held titles, and even beaten the unbeatable. You have numbers on your side, but that does matter. The Mean Girls are a flash in the pan, and trust me if you stick with them long enough you will go down with them just as quick.

The doors open and they step out heading toward the suite behind a set of double doors. The lush suite was filled with everything they needed plus a few extras. A private pool sparkled in the last rays of the sun, and Joanne smiled to herself, and headed into the bedroom to change. She removes the suit she wore revealing a deep blue two piece bikini, and heads back out in the living room. Reno spots her and his eyes get wide as she passes.

Reno: Damn...

Rude: Why don't you just go for it man?

Reno: I can't... She's the boss, and I know that I couldn't make her happy.

Rude: I think you could. She doesn't anyone that will over power her, or want to take the family over. You would be perfect man.

Reno: I don't know...

Reno sighs as he watches Joanne slip out through the sliding glass doors and to the deck where the pool sat in peace and quiet. She walks down the stairs and into the waiting water below. She dives under the water, and comes up with her hair over her face. she pushes it back and leans against the ledge, watching the sun set over the horizon.

Joanne: Mercedes I don't what you think you're goin' to prove in a match against two women that cannot stand you on their best day. I mean I couldn't stand you from the moment you stepped into the ring and stood across from em. So what makes you think you're goin' to beat me now? It's always been back and forth with us, but this time, I'm goin' to win and there is nothin' that you can do to stop me.

She smiles and starts to swim around the pool once more. The water was still warm even with the sun setting over the mountain range behind the resort. The grass was bright and green and people were still playing golf even with the sun setting as quickly as it was. The moon would soon rise in all of it's glory and would be bright against the desert sky.

Joanne: Necra I have to say that it is truly an honor to be facin' you in this match. I knew you when you were a little girl, and have grown into a beautiful woman, that has skill and talent. I'm not sayin' this because I want to flatter you, but out of respect for you. Both you and I know that this match is nothin' but business between us, but only one of us can walk out of this match with Bombshell Roulette title. Both of us have had the title and made it an honorable title but if we let Mercedes or Natalie get a hold of it, it will be a piece of tinted gold held by a piece of trash. But Necra you are the only one that I really worry about in this whole match. You and I are both skilled and are the only two worthy enough to even hold the title. So that means in the end only you or I will be walkin' away with it. I know the way you move, and what you can do. You take after your mother in that aspect, along with your uncle. You have been trained by the best in the world, but then again... So have I. I'm not goin' to just lay down and let you walk all over me, and keep that title, so don't get any ideas little girl. I'll give you a fight that you will never forget.

Joanne smiles and ducks back under the water. She comes up and flips her hair back, and once again leans against the edge.

Joanne: I don't know if there is anythin' else that I can really say to you Necra that I haven't already said to the other two. Just know that I will do everythin' and anythin' to get my hands on that title. I know you and you will not let that title go without a fight, and that's what I want. Make Natalie, Mercedes and I work for it, but only one of us will end up with the title in the end, and that someone is goin' to be me. By the end of this match, you will be broken, battered, beaten, bloodied, bruised and totally humiliated. But know that this is only business and nothin' personal... At least against you. Mercedes and Natalie... Are fair game. See you soon. We are the Mafioso; and we get paid to kick your ass!

Joanne turns and stares back out into the city that laid before her, and smiles. It wouldn't be long before the match would be upon them, and she would walk away with the title that she had held once more. She soon ducks under the water and moves in silence as the scene fades to black.

 Act 1: Repairs

“Why hope to live a long life if we're only going to fill it with self-absorption, body maintenance, and image repair? When we die, do we want people to exclaim 'She looked ten years younger,' or do we want them to say 'She lived a great life'?”
Unknown



The scene opens on the massive city of LA. The sun was bright in the sky, and the heat was well above 80 already for early in the day. The tall palm trees were still, and not a breath of air moved around them. The camera pans over the city, through the city, past the Hollywood sign until it comes to a rest at a large white manor with repair trucks sitting in the curved driveway. Painters, builders and renovators came in and out of the house with pieces of walls and floors, before placing new ones down. Painters had finished the upstairs area, and now the main floor was in the process of being rebuilt to the specifications of the new owner. A black limo soon pulls up and stops just on the side of the house. Joanne soon steps out and she smiles looking up at the house, with the scaffolding still in front. A young woman wearing a white suit moves quickly toward Joanne with hand extended.

Woman: Miss Canelli, I'm Helena Charm. They told me you were coming this morning. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Joanne: Like wise. How is everythin' comin'?

Helena: Everything is coming along just fine and should be done within the next day or two Miss Canelli.

Joanne: Good to hear, because my home in Jersey is being fixed as well, and we're tired of stayin' in hotels.

Helena: That's why we're trying to get everything finished. Would you like to look around?

Joanne: Of course I would. I want to see what I've pourin' my money into for the last month and a half.

She just smiles as they head inside. The main foyer was still being worked on, but the massive fountain had been placed in the middle with the statue with the “WORLD IS YOURS” around the globe, being held up by the three figures. It gleamed brightly in the late afternoon sun that streamed from the windows, and Joanne couldn't help but smile.

Helena: As you can see everything is going to be the exact replica from the movie of Scarface. The fountain won't be turned on until everything is finished of course, but it has been tested, and it works perfectly. I have to say wherever you got that from did a beautiful job of recreating it.

Joanne: I know. I have one just like it in Jersey. What about the kitchen is that finished?

Helena: The paint is drying and the floor will be finished this afternoon. The living room was finished this morning, and the paint in the foyer is drying as we speak.

Joanne: Good. So by this evening then we could technically stay here without any problem then...

Helena: Yes Miss Canelli. The furniture store called me this morning and the stuff that you ordered will be here in just a little while, and set up, so yes you could stay tonight if you like.

Reno: This was the best idea that you've ever had boss.

Joanne: Really? The best idea?

Rude: What he meant to say was...

Joanne: It's all right. Why don't you go and check out the rest of the house? I'm going to check out the upstairs...

Scarpaci: Yeah the office. You know that you've wanted one just like it since you saw that movie.

Joanne: So what? Then after that you three can go and get us dinner. I'm starved.

Reno: Sure thing boss. C'mon guys.

Helena: I hope that everything is to your liking Miss Canelli. My guys have been working for the last month or so, and we've followed your instructions to the letter.

Joanne: I'm sure you have. If you need me for anythin' Ill be in my office.

Joanne walks off heading up the deep red plush carpeted stairs. She ran her hand along the wrought iron railing, and smiles as she reaches the top. She turns and looks down on the foyer before opening the double doors and walks into the office. There in front of the large bay windows sat a deep oaken desk, with a high backed leather chair, with her initials embroidered in the top. She walks across the soft carpet, and sits down. She leans back in the chair, as the sound of her cell phone breaks the silence.

Joanne: Hello? This is her. No, I haven't seen the new card yet. I see... No I can be there... When? Sure thin'.  Who's it against? I see... No I'll be glad to put her in her place. Thank you, but it won't be needed.

Joanne hangs up and turns to face the window staring out at the massive yard.

Joanne: It's funny for the last month or so I've had time away from the company and I have to say that I do miss it. I've been champion a couple of times over, and yet they keep throwing opponents at me that think they have somethin' to prove, but they can never stand against someone like me, and that has been through hell and back in the middle of the ring. Now they toss me against me a new girl that has gotten lucky in her first match... So what? I've been in your place Triselle and I've managed to get where I am because I don't back off, and will do anythin' that I have to  do to win a match, and prove that I am the best at what I do.

She gets up from where she sits and opens the balcony doors letting the warm air into the house that still lingered with the smell of fresh paint, and saw dust. She leans against the railing on the balcony and looks down at the manicured lawn watching the truck being moved in that held the tiger. He would have a new compound, and home where it didn't turn cold for once. The door on the truck opens, and the cage is slowly moved. The trainer opens the door, and the tiger steps out, sniffing the air around it.

Joanne: Triselle you should run now, and never look back considerin' what is comin'. You see when I step into the ring there is nothin' that you can do to stop me. I've been in this business a long time, and I have seen ones like you come and go, or trip at the finish line when you think you have what you want in your hands. I've been crowned champion more times then I can remember, and I will continue to do so. I have no idea what you can do, but I was told you managed to pull off a triple threat, and yet that doesn't impress me at all. I've been in a lot of those and managed to pull off that win, without a second thought. Tell me what makes you different from the others that I have beaten into submission? What's goin' to make you stand out among the rest of the rabble that has crossed my path time and time again?

Joanne smiles to herself, and walks along the balcony that ran the length of the house. The pure white marble sparkled in the sun as she ran her hand along it, and stops when she reaches the master bedroom. She opens the doors, and steps inside. The room was empty but that would change in the next few hours, and once again the house that started it all would be a place that they would call home.

Joanne: I know that you're goin' to do whatever it takes to win this match but it won't be enough to stop me. I'm not going to underestimate you, that would be just stupid of me. But I'm in this match to win it, not lose. I will break every bone in your body if I have to just to prove a point to you and anyone else that is stupid enough to get into the ring with me. I will do everythin' that I can to win this match, and make sure that you don't walk away with the win that I deserve. You see I'm no pushover, and if I were you I Would ask the girls in the back, about what I can do, and then turn and walk away from this place. I'm not goin' to hold back, or lay down just because the new girl wants to gain a win! If you want that win Triselle then you have to fuckin' earn it from me!

She turns and walks back out onto the balcony and looks back down at the yard below. Everything was coming together. She looks down at the tiger that had settled into it's new home, and seemed more comfortable then he did in Jersey. Joanne couldn't help but smile.

Joanne: Now as far as I can see Triselle you have two choices... One you can walk away from this match, and forget about it, or two... You can step into the middle of the ring with me, and end up on the mat wonderin' what happened, and how you lost after that big win in your debut. If I were you I would take the first choice, and find an opponent that is at the same level as you. You are no where near my skill or my level. Walk away if you know what is good for you. If you don't there is only one way this match is goin' to end and it's not goin' to be pretty for you Triselle.

She makes her way back along the balcony and into her office once again. The room was dim from the light within, and was cool from the central air that swirled through the house. Joanne sits back in the high backed black chair and leans back.

Joanne: I don't know what else I can say to you Triselle without soundin' like a broken record... I mean I know that you're tryin' to make a name for yourself by winnin' every match that you can, but you're not goin' to win against me. I've been around for a while, and climbed the ladder time and time again, but one still has slipped through my grasp, and I'll be damned if you beat me to it. By the end of this you will be broken, battered, bruised, bloodied and totally humilimated. We are the Mafioso; and we get paid to kick your ass. See you soon Triselle. Oh and good luck... You're goin' to need it.

Joanne smiles softly to herself, as she turns the chair around once again toward the window, as the scene fades to black on the back of the chair.

 Act 1: The World is Yours

"Me, I want what's coming to me.
Oh, well what's coming to you?
The world, chico, and everything in it."
Scarface



The scene opens in the Steenberg Hotel in Cape Town Africa. The camera pans over the vast golf course, and towards the main building where all the suites and rooms are. The white paint of the building shimmered in the bright morning sun, as birds sang their songs loudly to anyone that was willing to listen to them, while the wildlife moved about for another day. The camera soon pans to one balcony where the doors were open and the heavy set drapes billowed out as the wind moved through them. The suite was massive in size and done in the early days of Cape Town, with antiques spread around the room mixed with a more modern touch. Reno and Rude sit in front of the laptop checking the news from back in the states as Joanne walks down the stairs, and into the main part of the suite. Rude jumps up, from the table as Joanne looks at him with wide eyes.

Joanne: What in the hell has gotten into you?

Rude: The Scarface house!

Reno: Holy shit man!

Joanne: What?

Rude: Come and look boss... I think you'll want to see this.

Joanne sighs and walks over to the table. What she saw made her smile. The house that had been used in the movie was now up for sale. She sits down, and starts flipping through the pictures that came with it. Her smile soon fades as she does.

Joanne: It's the house on the outside... But there's nothin' there from the movie...

Rude: Does it matter? It's the house!

Reno: That would be awesome to have since we're mostly out that way anyway.

Scarpaci comes in from the balcony to see what all the commotion was about, and soon stops in front of the laptop hanging over Joanne's shoulder.

Scarpaci: Can we buy it sis?

Joanne: I don't know... I mean it's not what I expected on the inside...

Reno: We could always have it fixed up, and have a replica of Montana's house.

Rude: Please boss?

Joanne: It's 35 mill.

Scarpaci: Think about it sis... Livin' out in California in the house that both of us have wanted since we were kids...

Joanne sighs and looks at the price. They could do it with no problem and it had always been a dream.

Joanne: Fine... When we get back to the states we'll go and look at it, and see if they will drop the price, considerin' what we want to do to it.

Scarpaci: Plus we can get a tiger.

Joanne: I already have one.

Reno: Yeah but we can get a white one.

Rude: A Siberian...

Joanne: We'll talk about it when we get back. Right now I have to start gettin' ready for my match this week.

Rude: Heading to the gym boss?

Joanne: Yeah. Do you guys want to tag along or should I just go by myself and meet up with you for lunch?

As she looks at them they are staring at the screen once again, and she sighs, grabbing her sneakers from a bag and slips them and heads out the door and out into the bright morning sun. She jogs along the path, heading toward the main part of the resort.

Joanne: Only a few more days before the match of a life time begins ladies. This is only my second match back and I have another shot at the Bombshell Roulette Title. I've already had it, but you know what it's always good to have a piece of gold no matter what it is. Mercedes, I have a chance at winnin' this title more than you do, simply because I know I'm better then you. I've been in this business a long time honey and have faced better opponents then you. I've stood toe to toe with big names, and managed to win long before you ever decided to do what I do. for the last 12 years I've listened to people like you run their mouths sayin' how I'm worthless and lucky to even stand in the middle of the ring, and win. Who cares if I haven't won against you? Your worthless Mercedes and you know it. The only reason that you've been tossed into this match is because Hot Stuff felt sorry for you Mercedes.

She smiles to herself as she continues along the pathway toward the main part of the resort passing a few people as she did.

Joanne: Do you know why I am respected Mercedes? Because my people do fear me in a way. They know what I can do, in the ring and out. I use violence in order to get my point across to people like you. But most of them, they truly respect me, and you should to. I have no respect for people like you Mercedes. You think you're hot shit, but you're nothin', worthless, little piece of muff garbage! I'm from Jersey and you're lucky that when you set foot in my territory that someone does rip you apart for me. I have a lot of sway anywhere I go, and when I get my hands on you Mercedes there won't be anythin' left of you. I'm goin' to make it to the very end of this match and face Emma again, while you sit backstage wonderin' where you went wrong honey. I'm not goin' to back down from the likes of you and say it's ok, I'll get it next time! NO! You're not worthy enough to even have in it your hands this time, or any other time. So what if you stood toe to toe with Misty, Vixen, and Gothika... So have I. Keep dreamin' big Mercedes because you're about to enter a nightmare that you can never wake up from.

She soon reaches the main part of the resort, and heads inside. It was still quiet and only a few people were up and about. The bell hops ran this way and that helping people, while the front desk staff looked smart in their uniforms waiting to assist someone. Joanne moves by the front desk, and toward the private gym, that over looked the golf course. She heads inside, and moves toward the large punching bag that had been set up near the window. She starts to hit it, and it swings gently, as she moves around it.

Joanne: Cindy, you have yet to say anythin' and that makes me wonder about you... Are you afraid to step into the ring against someone like myself, or are you being smart and just stayin' out of this match all together? If that's the case then I guess it's just one less little bitch I have to take care of in the middle of the ring on Sunday night then huh? Why did you even get into this line of business Cindy? I don't even think you've won a match since you've been here, and yet you get thrown into a match like this? You're like Mercedes in the fact that you don't deserve it, and you're not ready for somethin' like this. Trust me, you're better off just walkin' away and leavin' this business, and leave it to people like me. You already have a noble profession, so go back to it and help people. I really don't have anythin' else to say to you honey, but walk away from all of this.

Joanne hits the punching bag a little harder, and it swings a bit more. She dodges it, and kicks it with a roundhouse kick, sending it a little further and higher.

Joanne: Emma, I saved you for the last, because I know that it's goin' to come down to you and me in the end. I lost the last time that we faced each other but not this time. I've been gone to long, and now it's time to get back what I lost, and if that means draggin' your ass through hell and back then so be it. Mercedes and Cindy are not a threat like you are, and I plan on doin' whatever I have to do to bring you down and get what is rightfully mine once again. I'm not goin' to back down from this match Emma, and I will destroy you just to get it. You have become to attached to that title, and it's time that I take it from you. You shouldn't hold onto somethin' that is causing you to be come obsessed like this, and we should have an intervention before it's too late. Of course your intervention is this match, and what a match it will be! I'm not goin' to play nice and I will break every bone in your body just to prove a point Emma. I'm through playin' games with you, or anyone else for that matter, and I will get what I want!

Joanne hits the bag again, and sends it flying a bit more. She dodges the bag as it comes flying back tapping the window lightly.

Joanne: Emma you and I have been on the same side, and we have stood toe to toe. This week we stand against each other once again, but there can only be one that walks away with the title that you now hold, and that one will be me. In the end all of you will be bloodied, broken, beaten, bruised, and humiliated by the time I am done with you. I will stand victorious in the end, and there is nothin' that any of you can do about it. If you think you have the guts to stop me then try but once again... You'll fail and I will walk away with what is rightfully mine once again. We are the Mafioso; and we get paid to kick your ass! See you soon ladies... Oh and good luck... You're goin' to need it.

She smiles to herself, and hits the punching bag one more time and sends it flying off of the hook and through the window. The glass shatters, and Joanne watches it fly through and down toward the golf course below. She walks to the window and looks down, seeing it sitting in the middle of the road, and sighs, before turning back from the window and back into the gym as the scene fades to black.

 

 Act 1: New outlook

Ma·fi·a>[mah-fee-uh, maf-ee-uh]
noun

1. a hierarchically structured secret organization allegedly engaged in smuggling, racketeering, trafficking in narcotics, and other criminal activities in the U.S., Italy, and elsewhere.
2. a. ( lowercase ) a popular spirit of hostility to legal restraint and to the law, often manifesting itself in criminal acts.
b. a 19th-century secret society, similar to the Camorra in Naples, that acted in this spirit.
3. ( often lowercase ) any small powerful or influential group in an organization or field; clique.

Also, Maf·fi·a.

Origin

1870-75 < Italian  < Sicilian:  orig., elegance, bravura, courage; of obscure origin; the word's history prior to the 19th century is unknown, though many fictitious ideas have circulated regarding its age, source, etc., due to the organization's modern notoriety.




The scene opens on the beautiful city of Kinshasa. The night had settled in casting it's darkness over the desert and jungle, while the city was lit brightly shimmering against the darkness that tried to over take it. The camera goes over the city, and comes to a stop at the Fleuve Congo Hotel that was lit from top to bottom. The camera moves to the interior of the hotel that was done in hard wood, and brass. The brass shimmered in the bright light of the lobby as the camera moves once again, heading toward one of the many conference rooms that was a few floors above. The scene soon changes to one of the smaller conference rooms where we see a group of at least a dozen people sitting around a long table, where we find the Jersey Devil Diva herself sitting at the head. Reno, Rude and Scarpaci sat talking with the other bodyguards on side of the room, as the heads of the five families discussed certain business. The only one that seemed to stand out was a rather large black man in a dark suit sat back listening.

Joanne: Gentlemen, welcome to the city of Kinshasa. I'm thankful to see you all here, and out of your comfort zone of the states, and Italy.

Don: Giovanni: We're glad to see that the case against you has been dropped. The feds have tried that with all of us at least once and couldn't get it to stick.

Don Vincenco: Yes, it is good to see that you have beaten them once again. The feds don't know when to stop.

Don Franco: Yes, we're all glad to see you free once again. But what is this man doing here? I thought you said that it was a private meeting?

Joanne looks at him with a smirk, and gets to her feet, and walks to where the rather large man sits.

Joanne: I would like to introduce you my connection here in the Congo, Stalon. He is a gun runner, and smuggler, with connections in at least three corners of the world. He can help with shipments into the states and keep it quiet and under the radar.

Stalon: Don Canelli is correct. I can ship things quicker and at a lower cost then your other connections.

Don Franco: What makes you better then the other suppliers we have? How do we know that we can trust you?

Joanne walks back to her seat, all the while looking at Don Franco, with a fake smile plastered upon her face. She would bide her time, and by the time it all happened it would be to late.

Joanne: Are you questionin' my judgement? Stalon came highly recommended through a close friend, and I trust them with my life. Now if you have a problem with what I'm doin' you know you don't have to stick around right?

Don Franco: If my father was here, he wouldn't agree with what you've done. You dragged us all here and for what? A meeting that won't last more than an hour or so?

Joanne bites her lip and leans back in her seat.

Joanne: Your father never questioned me or my methods. I paid for your tickets, and your rooms, and made sure that the feds wouldn't bother us here. The people of the Congo don't really care for the Feds, so I know we're safe here from pryin' eyes. Do any of you feel the same way? Did I inconvenience any of you?

The others just shake their heads, as Franco gets up and heads to the restroom, as Joanne motions for Reno and Rude over to her. She whispers something to them and they nod, as they follow Don Franco into the bathroom. A few minutes later Reno and Rude come out of the bathroom with a young man that was the attendant trembling a bit under their hands.

Joanne: Excuse me gentlemen. I have to go and take care of somethin'.

They all get up, as she does, and she walks off heading toward the bathroom. She opens the door and slips inside, closing the door behind her.

Joanne: Fuck, it's smaller then I thought...

He stands at the urinal as Joanne grabs him from behind, and slams his face into the wall above it.

Joanne: You really want to talk back to me boy? I've put up with you for too long, and the shit that you've been sayin' about me!

Joanne turns him around and grabs his collar. His head had a small scratch on it from where she slammed him into the wall. Blood trickled down his face, and Joanne hits him with a hard right, and then another sending him to the floor.

Don Franco: You can't do this to me! Do you know who I am?

Joanne: You're a little fuck that thinks he knows better then I do! If you father was here and he questioned me I would do the same thin'! Don't you dare ever speak to me that way again, you little piece of shit! I'm the Don of fuckin' Jersey Shore and you answer to me! Do you understand?

He looks at Joanne with his left eye starting to swell. He spits in her face, breathing hard.

Don Franco: Go fuck yourself!

Joanne: Fuck me? Fuck me? No fuck you! You are a worthless little fuck that I should have put of his misery a long time ago! The only reason I keep you around is because of your father, and I don't want to put him through losin' a son! Even someone as worthless as you! But if you want to be treated like a piece of shit then I'll treat you like one!

She hits him with a hard right and sends him to the floor. Blood splatters on the floor as he hits it hard face first. He holds his nose, as Joanne just smiles looking down at him. She kicks him a few times and he clutches his ribs as she grabs him once again, by the back of the head, and shoves his face into the urinal. He struggles against her, and she soon lets go, and walks into one of the stalls and tosses a roll of toilet paper at him.

Joanne: Clean yourself up. You're a fuckin' mess!

With that Joanne walks out of the bathroom, and back out into the room to where the others are still sitting, talking among themselves.

Joanne: Sorry about that... Now where were we?

They start to talk among themselves once again, as Don Franco runs out of the bathroom, with a bloodied nose, and soaking wet. His bodyguards appear by his side, as he heads for the door.

Franco Bodyguard: Boss what's wrong?

Don Franco: Nothing! Let just get the fuck out of here!

Franco Bodyguard: Are you sure boss?

Without another word Don Franco runs out of the room, with his bodyguards following behind. Joanne just smirks as she leans back in her chair.

Stalon: Is everything all right Don Canelli?

Joanne: Everythin' is fine Stalon. He just needed some help findin' somethin'...

The men at the table laugh, and they start to talk about business once again, but this time undisturbed. The time passes and soon they all rise from the table and head for the door, leaving Joanne and the boys alone.

Reno: It's a shame that Don Franco couldn't stay for dinner.

Rude: I think he might have already had a bite...

Scarpaci: If she left any teeth in his head...

Joanne: I did... Just not many... Why don't you guys go on ahead and make sure that our guests are taken care of? I'll be right there.

Reno: Are you going to be all right? I mean Don Franco could come back and...

Rude: Nah man, he's not going to come back. I mean she totally humiliated him from the look of him when he came out.

Joanne: I'll be fine. It's a couple of floors down, and I can handle myself. Now go.

Joanne just smiles as her phone begins to ring, as the guys walk out the door. She soon answers her phone, and leans against the table.

Joanne: Hello? This is her. Thank you for that warm welcome. I'm glad to be back actually. What can I do for you? I see... Really? No, I'm just surprised that I have a shot already... I just got back and... No, I'll be there. No thank you, and I don't need luck... I make my own.

With that Joanne hangs up, and heads for the door, with her heels gently clicking on the regal red carpet under her feet.

Joanne: My first week back to the SCW and I have a chance to get my hands on the Bombshell Roulette Title. I've had it before, as well as the Tag Titles, but it would be nice to have it again. Emma you and I have been team mates and rivals to some point, and now you hold somethin' that all of us have either had our hands on at one time, or want for the first time, depends on how you look at it.

She walks down the hallway and pushes a piece of hair back from her face, as she reaches the elevators and presses the button.

Joanne: Emma now you know this isn't goin' to be an easy match. Both of us know each others moves, and what to do to brin' the other down to get what we want. I know you're goin' to hold back in this match, but me... I'm not goin' to hold back. I'm through playin' nice, and playin' games. I've tried playin' nice, and holdin' back on my opponents. When we stand in the middle of the ring Emma it's not goin' to be a pretty sight by the time I'm done with you. You want to keep your title, and I want to get it from your hands, just to show that I am the best once again. Your title reign is going to end very quickly, and once again I will have the title over my shoulder while you lay in the middle of the ring with nothin' left.

The elevator doors open and she steps inside and leans against the back of the car, and the doors close. Joanne watches the numbers starting to slip down to the main floor.

Joanne: Emma the last time that you and I were in the middle of the ring, you cost us the Tag Titles that we had. I don't like to hold grudges, but you, you cost somethin' that we managed to hold onto for a while until we lost them... And you... You were the reason that we lost them. Payback is a bitch and so am I. This match isn't goin' to end the way you want it to Emma, and I don't plan on stoppin' when the bell sounds. In this business it's eat or be eaten, and I don't plan on losin' this match, or walkin' out of that ring without the Bombshell Roulette Title. You've done a lot since you've been here but that doesn't mean anythin'. I've been in this business a long time and with each and every opponent that I've faced I've made sure they would dread my name as long as they lived. I'm not someone that you want to mess with. I mean I grew up in a family that basically will beat the holy shit out of you before tryin' to talk somethin' out. Emma you use wrestlin' moves to take down your opponents, I beat the shit out of them until there is nothin' left of them. You use simple moves while I beat people into submission and use anythin' that I can to win my matches. To you this is a job, to me this a stress relief! I don't do this for the fans, I do this for me! I do it to win, and to get titles that I know I deserve!

The elevator finally reaches the main lobby and the doors slide open. Joanne steps out, passing by a few people that stood around the lobby waiting on others before they headed out into the night for the evening. Joanne makes her way toward the restaurant with her high heels clicking on the marble floor.

Joanne: Emma I'm not afraid to break bones, or to shed blood. I'm not afraid to go beyond whatever I have to do to win, and play for keeps. I will destroy anythin' or anyone that stands in my just to get what I want, and if that means I have to end your career just to keep mine goin' then so be it. I'm not goin' to walk away from this match, nor will I let you keep that title. No one is goin' to help you in this match, not this time. No matter what Odette or anyone else has told you or how much they've trained you, it still won't be enough to stop me. I've said what I'm goin' to say, and I hope you will heed my words and not step into the middle of that ring on Sunday night. If you do you know how this is goin' to end Emma... You're goin' to be in the middle of the ring broken, battered, beaten, bruised, and bloodied wonderin' where you went wrong. I'll tell you where you are goin' to go wrong... Standin' in the middle of the ring with me, for what we both want!

She gets a few glances as she walks through the lobby, and a few pictures are snapped as she passes by, while others whisper about her. She ignores them and continues on her way.

Joanne: The only thin' that I ever ask for in my matches or in promos that my opponents show me respect, but I never get it, and that's what pisses me off. Do you really think that you're better then I am? Hardly. I'm a veteran in this business and have held title after title and proven myself on several occasions! Do you really think that you can stop me Emma? If you think you can then come to the middle of that ring on Sunday night and show me how bad you want to hold onto that title, and do whatever you have to do to stop me. It's nothin' personal Emma... It's just business... We are the Mafioso; and we get paid to kick your ass! See you soon.

Joanne smiles to herself, and looks at herself in the full length mirror that was in the lobby before she wanders into the restaurant to join the others as the scene fades to black.

 Act 1: Why?

“You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.”
Unknown



The scene opens on a massive home somewhere in Jersey. The snow still clung to the ground, and the sun was bright over the city, against the blue sky. The city was full of life and people moved about going about their daily routine's while at one massive manor a celebration was going on. The grand hall in the back of the house had been transformed into a place of color and balloons. Pink, and white balloons hung over the room, while tables sat in the room with the same pink and white table cloths and a setting of fine china, silver, and crystal sat at each place. The hall was starting to fill with people, and we soon see familiar faces in the crowd. It was Joanne and the boys. They had been invited to a wedding for one of the many family members on her father's side. She was wearing a deep red dress that clung to her body but showed off her body in every way possible. They move to one of the tables near the middle of the room and sit down. The crowd moves by them, a few them stop and kiss her rings before moving on. Joanne sighs, and leans back in the chair as they start bringing bottles of wine to the tables.

Reno: They leave the bottles on the table?

Joanne: They always do. By the end of this there will be at least 6 bottles on the table.

Rude: You're upset because of the one that got away.

Joanne looks at him with narrowed eyes and starts to pour herself a glass of wine and downs it and pours herself another glass.

Scarpaci: Take it easy sis. Remember you have to go and see the Don in a bit.

Joanne: I know. I'll be fine... Besides I can handle this cheap swill. When I get married it's goin' to be the good stuff on the tables.

Rude: When are you going to ask the boss to marry you?

Reno's face goes red, as he looks over at Joanne, and she downs the rest of the glass that she had in her hand.

Reno: Ummm... I don't know if we're up to...

Joanne: I'm goin' to powder my nose... I'll be back in a minute.

With that Joanne gets up from the table and heads out of the hall and out into the hallway. She heads toward the bathrooms but takes a turn and walks out to the balcony that went around the back of the house. She could look down through the glass ceiling and into the hall. The bride and groom arrive and the crowd bursts into cheers as they do. Joanne sighs, and leans against the railing.

Joanne:* Voice Over* I should have had my time in the sun a long time ago. I should have been married by now to the man of my dreams, and of my nightmares, but yet here I stand in a relationship that will stay the same for the rest of my days... If he asked me would I even accept? When HE asked I said yes, but after what happened to my mother I backed away, and now look where I am... I'm almost past my prime, and the head of a family that should have been passed to my brother not to me.

Joanne watches the crowd below heading to the buffet table knowing the party was starting. She needed time to herself before she went back down and join the celebration.

Joanne: *Voice Over * My life has been everythin' that anyone would want. I've had everythin' handed to me when I was younger, but when I was old enough to work I did. I've had a hard life in some ways, but in others yes I was very privileged. I had a lovin' family, protected 24/7, and wealth. I got bored with my life after I took the family. Bein' stuck behind a desk isn't the way I wanted to spend my younger years so I looked elsewhere for excitement. That's when I found my first wrestlin' company and did very well before movin' onto another. After a match between HE and I, I was near death, and went through 18 hours of reconstructive and cosmetic surgery. I retired for a couple of years and then came back to another. I've been in this business a very long time and seen a lot of great people come and go. In two weeks time I'll be standin' in the middle of the ring once again in a tag team match for the Bombshell Tag Titles. I have a second chance of getting' my hands on them and this time I'm not goin' to let them slip through my hands.

She shivers slightly and heads back inside, and closes the doors behind her.  She walks through the hallways with her high heeled shoes clicking on the wooden floors below her.

Joanne: *Voice Over* Misty you have been a thorn in my side since I started here. I don't know what your problem is with me, but it's goin' to end in this match. Ever since you got your hands on those tag titles with Odette you've seemed to mellow out. Why is that? Did she actually rub off on you? Or is because you figured you get a bit further if you weren't a total bitch to everyone around you? I've been in the same ring with you several times and each time I thought I had you, you've always managed to get the upper hand and walk away with the win, but not this time. I've been watchin' your matches and you're good but not that good. You've been makin' mistakes here and there, and I will do everythin' I can to exploit them. I'm an opportunist, and I'm the one you really need to look out for. I'm dangerous in every sense of the word, and I won't give up no matter what happens in this match. But the question is Misty how far will you go to keep your titles? How long will you last in the ring with Emma and myself? I know that you'll try to fight back, but you are getting' to the point where the fans are startin' to forget about you and lose faith in you, but me... I'm risin' all the way to the top, and that is where I'm goin' to stay no matter what I have to do.

Joanne stops in front of a large picture that over looked the staircase. It was of an older couple with the woman standing at the right hand size of the man that is seated. The name underneath read “Don El Mache and Mrs El Mache.” The family was one of the oldest in Jersey and very well respected. Joanne had grown up playing with the bride as children and ended up helping them out of a really bad deal a few years back. She sighs and starts back down the stairs.

Joanne: *Voice Over* Is it because of the threat of death that I didn't marry HIM? Or is it somethin' else? I knew then that HE couldn't die, and he would be with me at all times, but yet I still walked away... Am I fool for lettin' HIM go? Or am I better off without HIM? There will always be a friendship between us, no matter what the situation is. I mean HE  is married now, and has a kid... Damn it why I am thinkin' like this? It's goin' to drive me insane if I don't stop thinkin' about this.

She walks down the stairs and reaches the bathroom, and steps inside. The lights hum to life as she flips the switch, and looks at herself in the mirror.

Joanne: *Voice Over*Vixen you know you never should have won that match we had to see who would be Misty's partner. That match was brutal and I had that match won until you managed to get the upper hand, and got the pin. So far you haven't said a word and that makes me think that your either goin' to wait and see what is said about you, or you are just goin' to keep silent  and see what happens. I wish you would keep your mouth shut, but I know that I'm not that lucky. You'll open your mouth and spout off as you usually do and show your true colors not only to us but to the rest of the world as well. You're such a disappointment in the ring, and I have to say that last time that we were in the ring together I could read your tells like it was nothin'. You're predictable at best Vixen, and soon the tag titles will be in my hands, and Emma's as well.

Joanne fixes her makeup a bit, and applies a little lipstick before heading out of the bathroom and heading back toward the hall.

Joanne: *Voice Over* As for you Emma, I just hope that the two of us can stay on the same page durin' this whole thin'. That pisses me off so much when I have a partner that doesn't work with me or just has their own interests in mind. This week we have a chance at takin' the Bombshell tag titles and I'm not walkin' away without them, and I know you don't want to either. We have a chance at getting' those titles, and I don't want anythin' standin' in our way. I will fight and claw my way to the top and take what I want, and if that means draggin' Vixen and Misty through the dirt just to get those titles then so be it. By the end of this match they will be nothin' but broken, bruised, bloodied and beaten, and wonderin' where they went wrong. Tell me Emma can I trust you to watch my back in this match? How bad do you want those titles? I've held them once before and I plan on getting' my hands on them again, no matter what it takes.

She reaches the doors of the hall once again, and sighs looking inside. The crowd had lined up at the buffet table, but Joanne sat back down at their table. Her appetite had faded and the wine was starting to go to her head.

Joanne: *Voice Over*I don't think there's anythin' left to say about our match. I mean how many times can I say I'm goin' to kick your ass? I guess you can only say it once before it gets old and repetitive don't you think? Maybe it's the wine talkin' but in two weeks time those titles will be mine and there is nothing that you can do to stop me. We are the Mafioso; and we get paid to kick your ass! See you soon ladies.

Joanne smiles to herself and opens another bottle of wine that had been placed on the table and pours herself another glass. The night was still young, and the wine would flow like water. The boys come back and sit down as Joanne gets to her feet, and walks off as the scene fades to black.

 Act 1: Christmas Tidings

"Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart."
Washington Irving



The scene opens on the city of Jersey Shore. The city was decorated for Christmas, and the lights that were strung up glowed brightly against the buildings that lined the streets. Snow had fallen and it made the city look that much better for the holidays. We soon see a black limo driving through one of the poorer sections of the city. As the camera moves in we see Joanne and Scarpaci sitting in the back, while Reno and Rude sat up front, with Rude driving. "Christmas Shoes" begins to play on the radio.

Rude: Oh not this song.

Reno: But I thought you liked this song?

Rude: I do, but it makes me cry every time.

Reno: I know how you feel man. It makes me feel peaceful.

Rude: "Sir I wanna buy these shoes for my momma please; It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size. Could you hurry, Sir, Daddy says there's not much time you see she's been sick for quite a while. And I know these shoes would make her smile and I want her to look beautiful if mamma meets Jesus tonight...

With that tears start to stream down Rude's face, and he takes his hands off the wheel. Reno grabs it, as the car swerves.

Joanne: What in the hell is goin' on up there?

Rude: I need... a moment. I'll be fine...

Reno: I got it.

Rude takes a deep breath and takes back the steering wheel and they continue on.

Scarpaci: It is a good song. It fills with the feeling of peace and tranquility.

Joanne: I do to. But I wish they wouldn't play them over and over again. I can't stand Christmas Music.

Rude: What? Now you just hating on Christmas! You nothing but a Scrooge.

Reno: I can see why she gets frustrated. I mean you hear the same music over and over again everywhere you go. It can get on your nerves after a while.

Joanne: I love this time of year. I mean it makes me feel good givin' those kids feel special at least one time of year. We grew up gettin' everythin' we usually wanted.

Reno: You did remember to put the toys in the trunk right?

Rude: Of course I did. Do you think I'm stupid or something?

Reno: Of course not. Just making sure we had everything. You got the red bag and not the black one right?

Joanne perks up, as she moves toward the divider and sits in the seats against it.

Joanne: Please tell me that you brought the right one. The last thing we need is for the shipment to fall into the wrong hands.

Scarpaci: Don't worry both bags are in the trunk sis. I made sure of that this morning.

Joanne: What? Are you f***in' kiddin' me? Do you know what will happen if that other bag bursts?

Scarpaci: Don't worry, nothin's goin' to happen to it. It's secure.

Joanne: Yeah but now we have 2 keys of coke in the trunk. If anyone knows it's there it'll be gone.

Rude: Don't worry boss. The neighborhood were going to is nothing to worry about. Besides if anyone else is caught with it, they'll get their ass tossed in jail and they'll return our "presents". Besides Blitzskin is going to be there. We have nothing to worry about.

Joanne: You're right.

They soon arrive at the large church that loomed over the street.

Reno: Do you have your Santa Suit Scarpaci?

Scarpaci: Of course I do. Do you think I would disappoint those kids?

Rude: I can't believe that we let Scarpaci do this every year.

Reno: Yeah really.

Joanne: Yeah I know, but the kids seem to keep him calm if nothin' else.

Reno: Are we still going to Mass on Christmas Eve?

Joanne: Of course we are. But we'll be in Italy when we do. After the show on Sunday night we'll fly to Italy. I don't want to miss Christmas with my father.

Reno: Right. I guess we could do that.

Joanne smiles as they head into the hall where the kids waited with the sisters. The guys set the presents down, as Joanne sits down with the mother superior and signs a check and hands it to her.

Joanne: I hope this helps. I mean I know the party isn't much for the kids but I hope they enjoy it.

Mother Superior: Miss Canelli you don't know what this means to the children. They look forward to it each year, and now with the generous donation that you have made we'll be able to pay the bills for the next year.

Joanne: You're welcome. I mean my brother and I were both privileged and it does my heart good to be able to give back to the community.

The older woman smiles before she moves toward the children leaving Joanne alone. She sits at the table watching everything moving around her taking it all in. Her match was just a few days away and she knew it wasn't going to be easy. She had to fight through three others just to get her hands on the number one contenders spot for the Bombshell Title and this time she was going to take it no matter what the cost.

Joanne: *Voice Over* One final match before Christmas and what a match it's goin' to be. Four of us are goin' to walk into that ring, but only one can walk away with that number one contender spot. I don't plan on losin' to the likes of you, and I will do whatever it takes to brin' you all down without a second thought. I know I've already had my hands on it, but I would like to have a chance at it, and I'll get it because no one is goin' to stop from facin' Amy Marshall for it. Now Mercedes you and I have stood toe to toe before, and yet you fell flat on your face. Do you really think that you're goin' to be able to make it through the match without a melt down? Or do you need some time to rest in between each hit? Mercedes I know that you have talent it's just you haven't really shown it, and you seem to be fadin' into the background really quickly for someone that just started here don't you think? Me, I take the time off that I need, and do somethin' constructive with my time, but you... Little miss party girl need to find a better way of doin' thin's, and hope they don't find you dead before you have your first midlife crisis.

Scarpaci soon disappears and reappears as Santa. The kids cheer as they see him, and each one sits upon his lap telling him what they want.

Joanne: *Voice Over* Emma the last time I was in the ring with you, it was for a chance at the Tag Titles, and you didn't help me in the least. We could have had those titles but you got distracted and I have no idea what happened. But this time we will stand face to face in the middle of that ring, and trust me this time there will be no escape from my wrath, and I will brin' everythin' that I have, everythin' that I am in there and will do whatever it takes to make sure I walk away with the number one contender's spot while you are in the middle of the ring laid out wonderin' what happened and why you are worthless like the rest of them that were in the ring with you. Emma you have talent, but you need to improve on what you do in the ring and maybe then you'll be as good as I am.

Joanne smiles to herself, as she watches Scarpaci grab one of the kids and takes him behind the chair that he was sitting in, only to come out a few seconds later, with the kid pale in color. She shakes her head and leans back in the seat, as Reno and Rude hand the presents out to the kids as they hop down from Santa's lap.

Voice: Enjoying yourself?

Joanne looks over and sees Blitskin standing beside her. Joanne smiles gets up from where she sits.

Joanne: Yeah. The kids are havin' a good time. It makes me feel good you know.

Blitskin: Yeah. I thought you would have left for Italy by now.

Joanne: Actually we're flyin' out from Vegas after my match this week.

Blitskin: So what about our kickbacks?

Joanne: You'll be gettin' them. That's our next stop actually, so don't worry you'll be gettin' your Christmas "bonus".

The two of them laugh, as Reno comes over with a small gift in hand.

Joanne: What's this?

Reno: It's for you. I picked it up for you last week and I haven't had a chance to give it to you.

Joanne smiles and takes the box from him, and opens it revealing a heart shaped locket. She opens the locket and it opens with a picture of the two of them on the inside.

Joanne: Thank you. I love it. You'll get yours when you get home.

He blushes as she kisses him, and smiles softly, as he goes back to handing out presents to the kids.

Blitskin: So when are you tying the knot?

Joanne: I have no idea. He hasn't asked me yet.

Blitskin: Shame. Well I'm heading back to the station. I'll see you soon.

Joanne waves as he heads out into the bright day, leaving Joanne alone once again.

Joanne: *Voice Over* Traci you and I have met a couple of times, and I have to say you're good and you seem like a decent person. You've been thrown into a ring with three women that want nothin' more than to grab a chance at facin' Amy in January. You've only been here a few weeks and I don't think you're really ready to have that much risk put upon your shoulders. Do you think you can stand against all of us? How long do you think you'll be able to hold us off? But worst of all how bad do you want that shot? I've held the title already, but that doesn't mean I don't want it. I've been in matches like this before and I've managed to make it a long way, before either bein' thrown out, or pinned. I'm goin' to do whatever it takes to be the last one standin't in the end. I've done it once and I'm goin' to do it again. We are the Mafioso; and we get paid to kick your ass! See you soon ladies.

Joanne smiles to herself and heads over to where the guys were, in the elf costume she wore. The kids cheer as they see her, and hug her, as the scene fades to black on the festive scene.