Post by Mario Maurako on Feb 7, 2014 14:12:40 GMT -5
The scene opens up in Memphis Tennessee. There is a moving truck sitting outside of a beautiful brick mansion. You can see workers scurrying about with Boxes and Mario Maurako sporting his black, pin stripped suit calling the shots. Next to him stands the 7 foot behemoth Big D.
Big D: I’ve finished making the arrangements to move all the product down here to Tennessee.
Mario Maurako: Anyone give you trouble?
Big D: Look at me, do you think anyone is going to give me trouble?
Mario replies while chuckling.
Mario Maurako: Not at all.
Big D: Everything went smoothly.
Mario Maurako: Marvelous. In a way this is a great move. We can keep previous clients while expanding and reaching a new broader audience.
Big D: Only you could spin this as a positive business venture.
Mario Maurako: That’s because it is a positive business venture.
Big D shrugs as he lets it go. It was quite clear to everyone that the move to Tennessee had little to do with business and a lot to do with Mario’s own stubborn and vengeful pride.
Big D: It looks like they’ve got things taken care of out here Mario. Let’s go inside and talk about OCW. I’ve gotten information from our informant.
Mario nods but reluctantly heads towards the mansion with Big D. Mario would rather see the job through than to leave it ¾ of the way through but it is simply unloading boxes, who can screw that up? So Mario and Big D enter the mansion and then enter another room just a few feet from the door. The room has a big dark oak desk with a leather computer chair behind it and a couple other less comfortable looking chairs in front of it. Mario walks behind the desk and takes a seat in the leather chair. Mario motions for Big D to take a seat if he would like but D waves off the offer.
Mario Maurako: So what’s this important update you have for me?
Big D: I’ve been informed that Roach is taking this match very seriously and is training very hard.
Mario Maurako: So? Are you implying that I’m not taking it seriously or that I’m not training hard. You are only getting a short glimpse into my life every day and you can’t make judgments based off of those observations. Do you think that at 39 years old I could keep myself in such great condition if I wasn’t working out vigorously?
Big D: Well no I guess not.
Mario Maurako: So by packing up and moving from Minnesota to Tennessee that somehow leads you to believe that I don’t care about my upcoming match with Roach?
Big D: Well I didn’t mean it like that.
Mario Maurako: Well that’s how you fucking said it. Let me explain it to you this way D. I have nothing to lose in this match with Roach, but I have everything in the World to gain.
Big D: How do you figure that?
Mario Maurako: Because I already have a PPV match for Resurrection. Roach, is still fighting for the Central Championship match. But he isn’t going to make it. First of all I plan on maiming him so badly that he will never be able to feed himself, let alone wrestle again. And even if he were to somehow make it out of the show alive, I’ve got a feeling The Lost Soul will be looking for a “conversation” with him after the blatant disrespect he was shown last Monday.
Big D: Yeah you could be right.
Mario Maurako: I know I’m right. I talked to The Lost Soul myself. In fact maybe I should do TLS a favor and let Roach survive the match so he can get himself a piece.
Big D: Well that would be awfully nice of you.
Big D says sarcastically.
Mario Maurako: I know wouldn’t it?
Mario responds matter of factly.
Big D: Okay well I guess I’ll go check up on the guys and make sure everything is still going smoothly.
Suddenly it sounds as if there is a commotion going on outside. Mario spins the chair around and peeks out the window to see another man in a suit instructing people to load stuff back up onto the truck. On the ground in front of that man appears to be one of the workers clutching his neck and throat area.
Mario Maurako: What the fuck is going on out there?
Without any further delay Mario and Big D exit the room and head outside to confront the man in the suit. Once outside Mario hustles towards the man in the suit.
Mario Maurako: Everyone just stop what you’re doing!
Mario holds up his arms to further emphasize his desire for everyone to halt what they are doing. He then walks up to the man and extends his hand in friendship.
Mario Maurako: My name is Mario Maurako.
The man shakes Mario’s hand.
Jake Santoro: The name is Jake Santoro. I’m here on behalf of my boss, who has caught wind that you’re moving in here on his territory.
Mario laughs before responding.
Mario Maurako: There must be some mistake. I’ve lived here for years.
Jake Santoro: No, this is no joke.
Mario looks over Jake for a moment and realizes that this guy, while having an Italian last name this man doesn’t possess an Italian first name.
Mario Maurako: Jake eh? So what kind of name is that?
Jake Santoro: Never mind that. Here take this business card. My boss says for you to call that number and you guys can maybe work out a plan.
Jake hands Mario a business card and then begins to get back into his vehicle.
Mario Maurako: Well you can tell your boss that if he thinks I’m paying him off to operate in an area I’ve occupied for years then he has another thing coming.
There is no reaction from Jake as the door slams and the care backs up and departs the Maurako property. The camera fades on Mario’s face, looking as confident as ever.
Big D: I’ve finished making the arrangements to move all the product down here to Tennessee.
Mario Maurako: Anyone give you trouble?
Big D: Look at me, do you think anyone is going to give me trouble?
Mario replies while chuckling.
Mario Maurako: Not at all.
Big D: Everything went smoothly.
Mario Maurako: Marvelous. In a way this is a great move. We can keep previous clients while expanding and reaching a new broader audience.
Big D: Only you could spin this as a positive business venture.
Mario Maurako: That’s because it is a positive business venture.
Big D shrugs as he lets it go. It was quite clear to everyone that the move to Tennessee had little to do with business and a lot to do with Mario’s own stubborn and vengeful pride.
Big D: It looks like they’ve got things taken care of out here Mario. Let’s go inside and talk about OCW. I’ve gotten information from our informant.
Mario nods but reluctantly heads towards the mansion with Big D. Mario would rather see the job through than to leave it ¾ of the way through but it is simply unloading boxes, who can screw that up? So Mario and Big D enter the mansion and then enter another room just a few feet from the door. The room has a big dark oak desk with a leather computer chair behind it and a couple other less comfortable looking chairs in front of it. Mario walks behind the desk and takes a seat in the leather chair. Mario motions for Big D to take a seat if he would like but D waves off the offer.
Mario Maurako: So what’s this important update you have for me?
Big D: I’ve been informed that Roach is taking this match very seriously and is training very hard.
Mario Maurako: So? Are you implying that I’m not taking it seriously or that I’m not training hard. You are only getting a short glimpse into my life every day and you can’t make judgments based off of those observations. Do you think that at 39 years old I could keep myself in such great condition if I wasn’t working out vigorously?
Big D: Well no I guess not.
Mario Maurako: So by packing up and moving from Minnesota to Tennessee that somehow leads you to believe that I don’t care about my upcoming match with Roach?
Big D: Well I didn’t mean it like that.
Mario Maurako: Well that’s how you fucking said it. Let me explain it to you this way D. I have nothing to lose in this match with Roach, but I have everything in the World to gain.
Big D: How do you figure that?
Mario Maurako: Because I already have a PPV match for Resurrection. Roach, is still fighting for the Central Championship match. But he isn’t going to make it. First of all I plan on maiming him so badly that he will never be able to feed himself, let alone wrestle again. And even if he were to somehow make it out of the show alive, I’ve got a feeling The Lost Soul will be looking for a “conversation” with him after the blatant disrespect he was shown last Monday.
Big D: Yeah you could be right.
Mario Maurako: I know I’m right. I talked to The Lost Soul myself. In fact maybe I should do TLS a favor and let Roach survive the match so he can get himself a piece.
Big D: Well that would be awfully nice of you.
Big D says sarcastically.
Mario Maurako: I know wouldn’t it?
Mario responds matter of factly.
Big D: Okay well I guess I’ll go check up on the guys and make sure everything is still going smoothly.
Suddenly it sounds as if there is a commotion going on outside. Mario spins the chair around and peeks out the window to see another man in a suit instructing people to load stuff back up onto the truck. On the ground in front of that man appears to be one of the workers clutching his neck and throat area.
Mario Maurako: What the fuck is going on out there?
Without any further delay Mario and Big D exit the room and head outside to confront the man in the suit. Once outside Mario hustles towards the man in the suit.
Mario Maurako: Everyone just stop what you’re doing!
Mario holds up his arms to further emphasize his desire for everyone to halt what they are doing. He then walks up to the man and extends his hand in friendship.
Mario Maurako: My name is Mario Maurako.
The man shakes Mario’s hand.
Jake Santoro: The name is Jake Santoro. I’m here on behalf of my boss, who has caught wind that you’re moving in here on his territory.
Mario laughs before responding.
Mario Maurako: There must be some mistake. I’ve lived here for years.
Jake Santoro: No, this is no joke.
Mario looks over Jake for a moment and realizes that this guy, while having an Italian last name this man doesn’t possess an Italian first name.
Mario Maurako: Jake eh? So what kind of name is that?
Jake Santoro: Never mind that. Here take this business card. My boss says for you to call that number and you guys can maybe work out a plan.
Jake hands Mario a business card and then begins to get back into his vehicle.
Mario Maurako: Well you can tell your boss that if he thinks I’m paying him off to operate in an area I’ve occupied for years then he has another thing coming.
There is no reaction from Jake as the door slams and the care backs up and departs the Maurako property. The camera fades on Mario’s face, looking as confident as ever.