[Giani Di Luca]

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#BadBoysOriginsPartOne
#NP "I Get Around" - Beach Boys
Storyteller: Giani Di Luca


So here’s a little story ‘bout how this little thing came to be.  Ya knew there had to be a story behind this, right?  I mean, what could someone like me have in common with a fuckin’ skeeze like Mickey Carroll?  I’m a former reality TV star, famous for the show Fuhgeddaboudit, set in Seaside Heights, New Jersey.  Drama, drinks, and DTF chicks awwwwllllllll around.  You know you loved it.  Anyway, I broke out in a local promotion called Badass Championship Wrestlin’ where I was an instant sensation.  Just like on my TV show, people came from all around to watch me fight, ‘cause I got talent.  I snatched the Empire State Championship, and held that shit for six months.  I was fuckin’ boss.  Then, I came to SCW, and had a lil’ run with the tag titles with our current SCW World Heavyweight Champion, James Hun… J2H… before he was a thing.  We practically invented each other, and when we was defeated, I went on to win the very championship that Jimmy holds right now.  I won Match of the Year for the first I Quit match in SCW, with a little help from Hall of Famer, Goth.  Yeah, I did some impressive things here in SCW, while my brotha from anotha motha, Mickey Carroll, has done… well, nothin’.  Some tag title run with his old boy that some uh’ you might know.  Ben Jordan?

Basically, I already been at the top of the game, and the only reason I ain’t no more is because I didn’t, and still don’t, wanna be.  It’s Jimmy’s time.  Let him have it.  Mickey was never more than Ben’s lackey.  Held down in the shadows of his friend, and every friend he’s had since.  Look, his career has been so freakin’ pathetic that no one actually knew he was under one of the hoods of The Nobodies.  Fuckin’ sad, right?  He wasn’t even good enough to be a Nobody.  When this boy lay off the sauce a bit, he’s actually pretty brutal.  Just ask Dax Beckett how that turned out… Yeah, Dax, I see you lurkin’, but I’m doin’ great.  So the question everyone’s askin’, here’s the answer.  Mickey is my project.  He knows it.  Ain’t no secret he’s not on my level yet, but he’s gonna be, cause everything GDL, The Reflection of Perfection, The Italian Stallion, The King of the Six Sided Ring touches, turns to gold like my name was King Midas.  I’m gonna make Mickey Carroll a star, and together, we’re gonna take SCW to new heights while we sink to new lows, provin’ what happens when one forgets exactly who they messin’ with.

So, y’all came here for a story, and it’s story time bitch.  After one of many hot, sweaty, passionate three hour fuck sesh’s with the one and only First Class Bombshell of Sin City Wrestlin’, I look down at Veronica as her chest heaves, and sweat drips down my chin to my chest.  I can’t help but let out a laugh of satisfaction as I slowly lean down and kiss Veronica, cause I’m a romantic lover when I’m with that one special lady, and you don’t get more special than VT baby!

Me:  Damn baby… it’s been a little minute since we went that long.  I’m just glad you was able to keep up.

Veronica:  Just because I did a Snapchat during it, didn’t mean I wasn’t enjoying it.

Me:  It’s cool.  I sent a Snapchat to my boys too.  Hashtag it ain’t braggin’ if ya back it up.

I pull out my phone from under the pile of covers as I crawl beside Veronica, doin’ the duck face while she tries to hide her face.  After it’s snapped, she gives me a playful shove, but everyone knows VT can’t pass up a photo op.  I grab her wrists and pin them back as I climb over her.  She bites at her bottom lip as her eyes beg for round four.  I take a deep breath.

Me:  It’s been a while since I got that physical, not since bein’ in the ring.  I kinda miss it.

Veronica:  If you miss it so much, why don’t you return to it?  Just because the Bombshell Division freaking sucks doesn’t mean you wouldn’t have some alright guys to face, even if they are masic beyond any kind of help.

Me:  They still couldn’t handle the Stampede!  Besides, I been away too long.  You know how fuckin’ retarded those fans are.  Legends go away for a month, and everybody forgets who they are.  I don’t wanna hafta fight up from the bottom, cause we both know that’s beneath me.  I deserve to be right at the top, where a King rightfully should be.

Veronica:  I know, baby.  I know.  Have you ever thought about how pulling some worthless piece of crap wrestler from obscurity and making them relevant would help your career?  I mean, it would show just how important you really are to the company.

I sit there for a second, because my girlfriend usually doesn’t have the greatest ideas, but this one is the shit.  I kiss her on the cheek before jumping out of bed to grab my phone off of the nightstand.

Me:  Mickey Carroll!  He’s the most worthless piece of shit I’ve ever had the displeasure of workin’ with!  He stays drunk.  His work ethic is shit.  His swag is abysmal.  For someone with such an interestin’ backstory, his personality is about as amusin’ as a drunk paint drying on a wall of shit!  He’s perfect!

So, that’s the pitch I gave him, and I was shocked when he told me to “Sod off” and a bunch of other kinda British, kinda Cockney, kinda Irish, but very freakin’ drunk shit I ain’t even tryin’ to understand.  Anyone would be bendin’ over backwards to work with me, but this guy earned my respect when he told me to “Take the piss, ye mingin’ muppet.”  Again, I don’t understand it, but it sounded kinda bad.

Eventually me and him came to an agreement.  Pretty much everybody in SCW suuuuucks, save for my boy J2H, so we need to get in there and teach these vampires and fuckboys some respect.  It turns out too, that Mickey Carroll knows this whole new level of drunk, where it’s like steppin’ into another dimension.  It costs a lot of money, and takes a lot of dedication, but we understand each other a lot better now.

So, long story short, ‘cause I got plenty of better things to be doin’, like Veronica Taylor *ZIIIIING!* I should be sayin’ a bunch of shit right now about our match comin’ up.  Truth is, I don’t really give a fuck about that match.  We already beat Andy G, and he’s more interestin’ than Ivan D.  Dax Beckett is more interestin’ than both of them combined, and he ain’t even worth our time.  What else is there to prove?  Bad Boys rule supreme over Dying Breed, and then we can move on to bigger and better things.  Soon enough, I might even be a two time SCW World Tag Team Champion…  Watch out Jet City...