Post by Mario Maurako on Jan 30, 2014 14:18:52 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside a mansion in Minneapolis Minnesota. Mario Maurako is sitting in a white room with an enormous TV. He’s leaning back on a white sofa chatting with a man who looks to be about 7 feet tall is sitting next to Mario. They are both decked out in black suits, with Mario sporting a red carnation on his lapel.
Mario Maurako: Yeah, Dean was desperate and I have all the leverage. So I really stuck it to him.
The two men laugh at the misfortunes of Dean and OCW.
Big D: So have you heard from Dean? What’s his play?
Mario Maurako: Yeah he sent over the contract, it looks like I’m getting everything that I asked for.
Mario leans back and places his feet up on the triangular shaped glass coffee table. And smiles a look of sheer satisfaction as if he has already won the war when the first battle has only been completed.
Big D: So then you’re officially in with Bruno? The Family is officially in play in OCW.
Mario Maurako: That’s right both Bruno and I are taking on mindless jobbers on Monday. He’s got some chick, you know how I feel about that. I on the other hand have a real opponent in Jared Black.
Big D: Is he related to David Black?
Mario Maurako: I doubt it. David Black was talented.
Big D: What’s our play? You want me and Zenith to go down to Jacksonville and make his family an offer they can’t refuse?
Mario sits up straight from his relaxed position, his face stern as if he has just been insulted by his friend. After a few seconds though the smile returns to Mario’s face as he slaps his friend on the back of his shoulder.
Mario Maurako: That won’t be necessary. He’s just a pawn in this chess game. Besides you and I both know that no winners come out of Jacksonville Florida. I mean out of 19 NFL Season’s the Jaguars have only had 7 winning seasons. I think I like my odds.
Big D: Well I think he might be a little better than that.
Mario Maurako: I certainly hope so. I mean he clearly has the advantage going into the match. I know very little about him, he’s a nobody, a never was. I am a world famous Maurako, a 3rd generation Superstar. I’ve been beating fools since that kid was in diapers.
Big D: You make yourself sound old Mario.
Mario Maurako: Thirty-Nine is old for a Pro-Wrestler. But I’m still in my prime, I’m still holding onto my spot, and I’m damn sure not going to let OCW rise up from the ashes just so some young punk kid like Jared Black can come along and wipe my name from the history books.
A look of concern has formed on Mario’s face. Perhaps the subject is reaching a little close to home. Clearly, Mario is more concerned about his aging than he is about the skills and abilities of Jared Black.
Big D: What about ‘business’? Balconi has called for a meeting? What do you think that is about?
Mario Maurako: I don’t know. It’s probably nothing. Maybe he just wants to talk about our territories again. He keeps wanting to expand but we had an agreement and I’m not about to let him rework that deal at this point. This is my fuckin’ town.
Mario seems to grow irritated, perhaps with the constant questioning from Big D or perhaps from the seemingly annoying Balconi and his expansion plans. At any rate Mario’s heart rate likely just spiked.
Big D: Calm down boss. It’s probably nothing. I was just curious if you had any idea. You know we could force him out of the area if we really wanted to. You’re being more than kind to that old man.
Mario Maurako: It’s only because he is such good friends with my dad. I couldn’t possibly care less for the man myself.
The sound of the door bell is heard and Mario looks at Big D.
Mario Maurako: Who the fuck is that? I didn’t know about any visits today.
Big D: Neither did I boss.
A few moments later a bald man with a leather jacket enters the room and addresses Mario.
Tony Zenith: Mario, a member of the Balconi Family is here to see you.
Mario Maurako: What the fuck? I’m supposed to meet with the old man tomorrow. Whatever. Send him in.
Zenith walks off and soon returns with a slender man dressed in all black with a black fedora. He takes his fedora off as he approaches Mario and shakes his hand. Mario motions for the man to take a seat on the couch and the man does.
Mario Muarko: Jimmy, to what do I owe the pleasure?
Jimmy “The Ice Pick”: We need to talk.
Mario Maurako: Yeah I know, I’ve got a meeting tomorrow with Balconi.
Jimmy “The Ice Pick”: That’s why I’m here today. Can we talk in private?
Mario looks at Big D & Tony Zenith and nods and they both exit the room albeit reluctantly.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Mario Maurako: Yeah, Dean was desperate and I have all the leverage. So I really stuck it to him.
The two men laugh at the misfortunes of Dean and OCW.
Big D: So have you heard from Dean? What’s his play?
Mario Maurako: Yeah he sent over the contract, it looks like I’m getting everything that I asked for.
Mario leans back and places his feet up on the triangular shaped glass coffee table. And smiles a look of sheer satisfaction as if he has already won the war when the first battle has only been completed.
Big D: So then you’re officially in with Bruno? The Family is officially in play in OCW.
Mario Maurako: That’s right both Bruno and I are taking on mindless jobbers on Monday. He’s got some chick, you know how I feel about that. I on the other hand have a real opponent in Jared Black.
Big D: Is he related to David Black?
Mario Maurako: I doubt it. David Black was talented.
Big D: What’s our play? You want me and Zenith to go down to Jacksonville and make his family an offer they can’t refuse?
Mario sits up straight from his relaxed position, his face stern as if he has just been insulted by his friend. After a few seconds though the smile returns to Mario’s face as he slaps his friend on the back of his shoulder.
Mario Maurako: That won’t be necessary. He’s just a pawn in this chess game. Besides you and I both know that no winners come out of Jacksonville Florida. I mean out of 19 NFL Season’s the Jaguars have only had 7 winning seasons. I think I like my odds.
Big D: Well I think he might be a little better than that.
Mario Maurako: I certainly hope so. I mean he clearly has the advantage going into the match. I know very little about him, he’s a nobody, a never was. I am a world famous Maurako, a 3rd generation Superstar. I’ve been beating fools since that kid was in diapers.
Big D: You make yourself sound old Mario.
Mario Maurako: Thirty-Nine is old for a Pro-Wrestler. But I’m still in my prime, I’m still holding onto my spot, and I’m damn sure not going to let OCW rise up from the ashes just so some young punk kid like Jared Black can come along and wipe my name from the history books.
A look of concern has formed on Mario’s face. Perhaps the subject is reaching a little close to home. Clearly, Mario is more concerned about his aging than he is about the skills and abilities of Jared Black.
Big D: What about ‘business’? Balconi has called for a meeting? What do you think that is about?
Mario Maurako: I don’t know. It’s probably nothing. Maybe he just wants to talk about our territories again. He keeps wanting to expand but we had an agreement and I’m not about to let him rework that deal at this point. This is my fuckin’ town.
Mario seems to grow irritated, perhaps with the constant questioning from Big D or perhaps from the seemingly annoying Balconi and his expansion plans. At any rate Mario’s heart rate likely just spiked.
Big D: Calm down boss. It’s probably nothing. I was just curious if you had any idea. You know we could force him out of the area if we really wanted to. You’re being more than kind to that old man.
Mario Maurako: It’s only because he is such good friends with my dad. I couldn’t possibly care less for the man myself.
The sound of the door bell is heard and Mario looks at Big D.
Mario Maurako: Who the fuck is that? I didn’t know about any visits today.
Big D: Neither did I boss.
A few moments later a bald man with a leather jacket enters the room and addresses Mario.
Tony Zenith: Mario, a member of the Balconi Family is here to see you.
Mario Maurako: What the fuck? I’m supposed to meet with the old man tomorrow. Whatever. Send him in.
Zenith walks off and soon returns with a slender man dressed in all black with a black fedora. He takes his fedora off as he approaches Mario and shakes his hand. Mario motions for the man to take a seat on the couch and the man does.
Mario Muarko: Jimmy, to what do I owe the pleasure?
Jimmy “The Ice Pick”: We need to talk.
Mario Maurako: Yeah I know, I’ve got a meeting tomorrow with Balconi.
Jimmy “The Ice Pick”: That’s why I’m here today. Can we talk in private?
Mario looks at Big D & Tony Zenith and nods and they both exit the room albeit reluctantly.
TO BE CONTINUED…