{Everyday I’m Shufflin’}
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In the green room, the backdrop shows off a distinct shot of the Las Vegas skyline at night, which is off to the right side. On the left is a club called The Bank. In the center is the Sin City Wrestling logo. In the center, it is very noticeable that the chair is empty. Seconds after we fade into the room, “The Italian Stallion” Giani Di Luca comes walking up to the chair. He is wearing a white t-shirt with a black tattoo-style graphic of a horse on the front, accented with silver studs. He is also wearing a white leather wrist band watch, and dark denim jeans with silver studs around the pockets and waistband. He has a bottle in his hand, taking a sip before sitting down in the seat. He stars blankly at the camera for a second before cracking a smile, setting the bottle down next to him.
Giani: Eyyyy! Hahaha it’s been a long time since I done one of these things. I don’t even know where to begin.
Giani thinks to himself for a moment, needing a drink to settle his mind. He picks the bottle up taking another sip, wiping at his lips as his dark eyes stare into the camera.
Giani: I debuted here in SCW many months ago. So many that I kinda lost count. I went beast mode on that bitch Anthony King. He talked ALL shit on me, but he wound up on his back. I admit it was my toughest match ever, and I still won the damn thing. I don’t understand why I been on the bench after that kinda showin, dawg.
Giani slowly spins the bottle around in his hand, looking away from the camera for the first time since he walked on the scene. His eyes wander around as the smile fades from his face. He bites at his bottom lip for a second, until he snaps back to the subject at hand.
Giani: It’s that d-bag, Mark Ward. He don’t realize you can’t keep the Italian Stallion down. Just cause I’m part of the most dominant stable in SCW, a stable that has held every single SCW championship, and even some NWA gold… that don’t mean that I should be sidelined. Challenge me, bro. Throw somethin’ at me in the ring. If you’re gonna stand behind ya guys and let them fight ya battles, at least have the courtesy to make it a fair fight inside of the ring instead of sendin’ ya thugs after me in my locker room…
Despite Giani’s strong words, he doesn’t appear to be angry. He has a cocky grin on his face that gets wider as he goes along. Once he pauses, his eyes shine in the spotlight. He waits for a moment before he continues to talk.
Giani: That’s some bitch moves comin’ from the boss man. Seriously bro. You wanna beat my ass backstage, but you won’t at least allow me to defend myself in the environment that I signed up to fight in. And with ya bitch, Erik Staggs, I don’t stand no chance of settin’ foot in the ring. I was actually surprised when I got a call that I was booked this week. About had a damn heart attack! Hahahaha! No offense to Argento. I got mad love for my fellow Guidos, but bro… you’re goin’ down.
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“Sorry For Party Rockin” by LMFAO plays as a quick highlight reel of The Bank nightclub in Las Vegas. The club goers are in a rare and rowdy mood for such a usually tame club setting. The ladies are grinding on the men, bending over to do the Jersey Turnpike. We quickly fast forward to a clip across the club where a couple girls are standing on the bar dancing in leopard print short dresses, passing a bottle of expensive champagne back and forth. We fast forward once more as we find Giani Di Luca standing inside of a VIP lounge with a few ladies standing nearby. There is one blond who is rubbing her hands up and down Giani’s chiseled abs. She turns to the redhead and giggles as they talk amongst each other. Giani rolls his eyes as the redhead runs her fingers across Giani’s face.
Redhead: Ohhh my gawd… I had no idea that Justin Bieber was a wrestler too. And you know him? Is he here?
Giani smirks and winks at the camera.
Giani: Yeah, Beebs is around here somewhere. Turn out some women actually like dating guys who look like chicks. Who woulda figured that one, right?
Blond: Well I think he’s freakin’ adorable. But not as adorable as you, baby.
Giani: Who you calling baby? You seem like the kinda chick who should come with a warning label. Like “Warning: May contain Chlamydia”…
Before Giani can continue the girl reaches up and slaps Giani across the face. He laughs, which infuriates her even more. She storms off, expecting her friend to follow, but when she doesn’t, the girl drags her friend with her. Giani shakes his head just as James Huntington-Hawkes (the third!) comes walking onto the scene. He points and laughs at Giani.
JHHIII: I thought you were supposed to be good at talking to girls, but that disgusting whore just slapped the spray tan off of your face. I’ve been doing better than you all night!
Giani: Bro! After all the help I been givin’ you.. you can’t dive on the friend grenade for me? That redhead was on fire for me, kid hahaha…
JHHIII: You are disgusting. And you didn’t help me. You made me look like a much better looking Hulk Hogan, which was embarrassing. You are lucky I still beat that freak show, or I would have come after…
Giani puffs out his chest and takes a half of a step forward before James dashes behind Simpson. He pokes his head out from behind the large man and watches as Giani shakes his head with a satisfied smile.
Giani: You and what army, kid? I would destroy you and you know it. Besides, the only reason you even had any girls talkin’ to ya is cause I was telling them all you was Justin Bieber.
JHHIII: That’s why they kept asking me to sing “Boyfriend”? Simpson, he’s making me look like an idiot like the people he hangs around with at the shows! I demand you do something about it!
Giani: You are in serious need of a second lesson. If you got beef with me, you should be man enough to stand up to me and handle your own business, bro. Give S a break and let ya balls drop. Seriously…
JHHIII: THEY HAVE! Tell him Simpson!
Simpson closes his eyes, turning a slight shade of red as he lets out a sigh. He opens his mouth to respond, but Giani puts a hand up in his face.
Giani: Simpson, please don’t answer that question, bro… I seriously don’t wanna know how you would even know… Second, he wants to be respected, but if he’s gonna jump behind you every time he pisses someone off, people are still gonna be laughing at the kid. He’s gotta learn, doesn’t he?
Simpson: Yes Mr. Di Luca, sir.
Giani: Ep ep! Mr. Di Luca is my father’s name. Call me Giani, bro.
Simpson: Yes, Giani.
Giani reaches behind Simpson and pulls James by the arm, dragging him from behind the massive bodyguard. He leans down a bit to get at eye level with the Roulette Champion.
Giani: Look, honestly I just liked makin’ fun of ya. I felt a little sorry for ya, too. I thought you was kinda pathetic, but now I got a different reason for helping you. It’s got nothing to do with the fact that everyone laughs at ya. When I beat Argento on Sunday, I get a shot at ya belt. When Giani Di Luca gets a shot at gold, he don’t walk away without it. The thing is, even though I am the best damn rookie to hit the SCW stage this year, it’s gonna hurt my creds if I whoop up on a kid who asks for silly straws with his chocolate milk.
JHHIII: I haven’t used a silly straw in well over a year, you meathead!
Giani: You are missin’ the point, dawg. I’m cool. If I beat ya the way you are now, I look less cool. I look like less of a competitor. If I build you up, make ya look cool, then when I beat ya, it doesn’t look so bad on me. Cause, let’s be honest… I’m gonna stampede right over Argento. He don’t stand a chance. So it’s gonna be you and me battling it out for your belt, plain and simple. I already got enough shit coming at me for being involved with NXT, I don’t need more of it fallin’ on my head. I don’t need the world laughin’ at me for beatin’ you.
JHHIII: Who says you are even going to beat me?
Giani looks at James for a second as if he is waiting for James to suddenly start laughing. When he realizes James is being serious, he tilts his head back and starts laughing himself. James stomps his foot and crosses his arms over his chest in anger, which only causes Giani to start laughing louder. James lets out a growl now as he walks up to Giani. He shoves Giani so hard that he *almost* moves back a step. Giani’s face turns somewhat serious as he shoves James through the VIP curtains and down to the ground. Giani steps through the curtains and someone passes by, shouting loud enough to where the music cuts off.
Man: Hey everybody! Ronnie just shoved Justin Bieber down to the ground!
All eyes turn to Giani and James. James picks himself up from the ground and shrieks in anger.
JHHIII: I’M NOT JUSTIN BIEBER!
He lunges forward, punching Giani in the ribs, and then he cracks him hard in the mouth. Giani looks stunned. Simpson rushes over to James’s aid, only to discover James is the one assaulting someone else. Following closely behind, security rushes over, placing their hands on James. Giani slowly approaches James with an angry look on his face. His eyes are bugged out, and blood is dripping from his mouth, showing the crimson stain on his clinched teeth. He wraps his meaty fingers around James’s black collared shirt, pulling him closer. Giani stuns everyone when he tilts his head back once more, his loud obnoxious laughter ringing off of the club walls.
Giani: BRO! That was freakin’ sweet! I think ya balls finally dropped!
Giani gives an awkward slap to James’s crotch, causing him to sink down about a foot. Giani wraps his arms around James and starts to lead him back into the VIP room. However, as soon as they reach the curtains, security stops them.
Security Officer: I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to escort both of you out of here. Physical altercations are cause for immediate ejection from the premises.
Giani: Awww bite me, ya asshole…
As the security team leads Giani and James toward the door, Giani reaches over and grabs hold of two bottles from behind the counter and begins running toward the door. He looks back at James who looks like a deer caught in headlights.
Giani: Run kid, run! Run like ya life depends on it!
James darts past Giani as if it were nothing. As they are about to reach the door, the view switches to an outside shot of the club. The music starts back up as the eager club goers in line go back to their conversations and patiently waiting. After about thirty seconds of watching the door, it flies open. James and Giani go flying out, but this time, it is the security, forcefully tossing them out. The SCW Roulette Championship belt comes flying out after them, landing at James’s feet.
Security Officer: In case you didn’t get the hint, you two are banned from here… for life!
The door slams shut, leaving James and Giani in the shadows. They crawl over to the curb where Giani rests, looking up at the moon.
JHHIII: Great, now no one will ever respect me as a champion…
He looks bummed out as he joins Giani in gazing up at the night sky. Giani sighs before pulling a big bottle of Jack Daniels out of his pants. He untwists the cap and knocks back a gulp of the whisky. He almost hisses before moaning. James looks over at him with narrowed eyes.
Giani: I hid it in my pants, bro… What? Did ya think I was happy to see ya or somethin’? Hahahaha!
{Everyday I’m Shufflin’}
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James is seen passed out in the green screen room, hanging over the chair slightly. In the background, Giani is heard singing, or trying to anyway.
Giani: Everyday I’m shuff-ff-fflin’… bee boop boop boop beep boo boop… Hahaha! James, that sounded just like the song, didn’t it? … Didn’t it? … Bro?
Giani comes stumbling into the view, bending over to shake James. He tries to gently slap the champ, but it comes ov=ff harder than he meant. He still doesn’t budge James much. Instead, he knocks James the rest of the way out of the chair. In the process, he also falls to the ground.
Giani: What kinda… what… the floor hit me dawg… No, no. I gotta say some stuff about that silver dude with the hot sister. Would ya… shhhhhhhhhh…
Giani sits up, but his head is barely visible. He scoots back against the chair, and tries to straighten himself up. He wipes at his face and sighs loudly.
Giani: What can I say about this guy? Seeeeeriously! I’m not jokin’. You callin’ me a liar? I mean, he got beat by the guy who then got beat by this guy. My brother. I love this kid, dearly not queerly. I do… I do! But he can’t fight worth a shit hahaha! I don’t know what the game is here, but it feel like someone wants to either embarrass me, or make me look good. No in between stuff here, dawg… I don’t know nothin’ about this Argento character except that he’s Italian like me. He’s a former champion by some miracle. And he’s dawg meat when I meet him in the ring. He don’t stand a chance against me. Plain and simple. If you want me to say more about the kid, I can’t. I really, honestly can’t. I could go on and say he sucks, but he ain’t even worth that. All I can say is… Ci vediamo domenica, stolto…
JHHIII: I… punched you. I made you bleed, Johnny. Help me up or… or I’ll… ummm… I’ll make Simpson kick your butt…
Giani leans up to look into the camera with a smile before James stumbles in front of the camera, knocking Giani down as he falls.
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{Everyday I’m shuff-ff-fflin}
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