Post by Mario Maurako on Mar 8, 2014 20:39:09 GMT -5
The scene opens inside the N.J. Ford & Sons Funeral Home in Memphis Tennessee. The room looks like that of a church with about 20 rows of red pews lined up on each side of the room facing the front of what looks to be a mini version of a church. There are several men and women dressed up in their finest black attire. The visitors mingle with each other and take turns viewing the casket of the unknown male at the front of the room. As the last visitors leave the casket and go to sit down the doors at the back of the room swing open wide and Mario Maurako and Big D walk into the church. All eyes in the room dart onto Mario and his friend as they slowly walk down the aisle and approach the casket. It is at this time it is realized that the man in the casket is Angelo Pandolfi, the man that had just met with Mario a few weeks ago in regards to honing in on ‘his territory’. Mario leans over the deceased body of Pandolfi and whispers in his ear.
Mario Maurako: I guess we are even now my friend.
Mario kisses the forehead of Pandolfi before stepping away from the casket. As Mario does so it is observed that the body of Pandolfi is missing it’s lower half. This isn’t one of those things you wondered about as a kid either, if their feet were really down there, there really is no lower half to Pandolfi’s body. Big D then steps up to the casket and he too leans down to Pandolfi’s ear.
Big D: I’m sorry. You were warned.
Big D follows suit and also kisses the forehead of Pandolfi and then turns and joins Mario as the two leave the funeral home and the scene fades out.
Four days prior…..
The scene opens in what appears to be a basement of an unknown building. The basement really looks more like a medieval times torture chamber. Mario Maurako and his right hand man Big D stand over Angelo Pandolfi, who is strapped to a torture device called the Rack. Pandolfi’s mouth is gagged and his eyes are nearly bulging from their sockets as is squirms and attempts screaming. Big D quickly is finishing up the tightening of the straps to keep him in place.
Mario Maurako: You just couldn’t leave well enough alone could you Angelo? We could have co-existed here in Tennesse, but you just couldn’t let things be. You did this to your self the moment you had your men blow up my car. I’m not a very forgiving man when people do me wrong. You can ask Bobbinette Carey and several other stars.
Big D: He’s ready boss.
Mario nods at Big D and D removes the handkerchief from the mouth and Angelo Pandolfini.
Angelo Pandolfini: You cock suckers! You’ll never get away with this!
Mario Maurako: Easy, easy now. I need you to chill for a moment. If you give me what I want then we will let you go unharmed.
Angelo Pandolfini: What do you want?
Mario Maurako: I want to know the truth. I want to know who you work for.
Pandolfini smiles and then spits in Mario’s face. Almost simultaneously Big D punches Pandolfini in the face, which sends blood spurts up against the brick wall. Mario wipes the spit away from his cheek and smiles back at Pandolfini.
Mario Maurako: So you want to do this the hard way I take it? Big D, if you would do the honors.
Big D grabs the lever attached to the rack and pulls it up and then slowly pulls it back down. As he pulls the lever down the gears on the rack move and the ends start to pull away from each other pulling on Pandolfini’s ends of his body away from each other. Pandolfini winces in pain but doesn’t give Mario the satisfaction of a scream or a name.
Mario Maurako: All I’m looking for here buddy is a name. I want to know who you work for, and who exactly blew up my car. If you don’t cooperate with me, my buddy here is just going to continue to play with that lever. So don’t split hairs on what to tell me or else you might end up half the man you think you are.
Big D: I see what you did there.
Angelo Pandolfini: You know damn well if I tell you anything I’ll be a dead man anyhow.
Mario shrugs, unsympathetically for Pandolfini.
Mario Maurako: I don’t see where that is my problem.
Big D: At least your friends will just likely put a bullet in your head and be far less painful.
Mario Maurako: I’d listen to the big man, he’s never steered me wrong.
Angelo Pandolfini: Fuck the both of you!
Mario shakes his head in disgust.
Mario Maurako: Such foul language for a man in such a precarious position. Two names… that’s all I need.
Angelo Pandolfini: Fuck…. You…
Mario snaps his fingers and Big D grabs the lever and raises it and you can hear the gears clicking. Then Big D pulls down and the gears start pulling the platform from the ends again. This process is repeated three times and Pandolfini begins to really feel the pain. Loud pops can be heard, the snapping of cartilage, of course they are met with loud screams of pain from Pandolfini.
Mario Maurako: You’re so ignorant! You’re just like all those fucking losers in OCW! They all think they can just waltz in and pull a fast one over on me. It doesn’t work. I hold grudges forever and I always get my retribution.
Mario, annoyed that Pandolfini is screaming so loudly and likely can’t hear him, grabs the handkerchief and stuffs it deep down in the throat of Pandolfini.
Mario Maurako: Shut the fuck up you pansy! You had your chance. Just like Damian Payne and Drew Stevenson have their choice to make. They have the chance to not even bother showing up on Massacre. They probably haven’t paid an ounce of attention, but they might want to notice that I haven’t lost since the re-opening. And they likely wouldn’t know this, but previously I had an insane record of 26-4. I get paid to hurt people, and that is exactly what’s going to happen on Massacre. Just as I’m having you pulled apart I’m going to tear those pathetic sacks of shit limb from fucking limb.
Big D grunts as he continues cranking the lever as the tension is getting really tight.
Big D: That’s not even factoring in Pryde.
Big D grunts the previous statement out as he continues torturing Pandolfini.
Mario Maurako: You’re right it doesn’t. Pryde has won the lottery already. A one way ticket to the finals of the Lethal Lottery Tournament at Blackout. You get the luxury of teaming with the Greatest Tag Team Wrestler of all time. 14 Tag Team Championships I have to my credit. So it is extremely safe to assume that we are going to breeze through the so called competition. Especially the competition that is as sad as this sorry sack.
I know what everyone is asking though… what happens at Blackout when me make it there? Well then Pryde you have two choices just like Damian, just like Stevenson, just like Angelo here. You can join me, or you can be eliminated. That is a choice that only you can make. So you might want to start thinking about it now… partner.
The sound of the ripping of clothes and tearing of flesh can be heard as Angelo Pandolfini is literally ripped in half right in front of everyone. Blood and guts fall to the floor with a flop and a sound that sounds like soup hitting a cement floor. Mario stands over the mess that has been made and sneers. Mario didn’t get the information that he was looking for, but he did get his retribution.
The scene fades to black.
Mario Maurako: I guess we are even now my friend.
Mario kisses the forehead of Pandolfi before stepping away from the casket. As Mario does so it is observed that the body of Pandolfi is missing it’s lower half. This isn’t one of those things you wondered about as a kid either, if their feet were really down there, there really is no lower half to Pandolfi’s body. Big D then steps up to the casket and he too leans down to Pandolfi’s ear.
Big D: I’m sorry. You were warned.
Big D follows suit and also kisses the forehead of Pandolfi and then turns and joins Mario as the two leave the funeral home and the scene fades out.
Four days prior…..
The scene opens in what appears to be a basement of an unknown building. The basement really looks more like a medieval times torture chamber. Mario Maurako and his right hand man Big D stand over Angelo Pandolfi, who is strapped to a torture device called the Rack. Pandolfi’s mouth is gagged and his eyes are nearly bulging from their sockets as is squirms and attempts screaming. Big D quickly is finishing up the tightening of the straps to keep him in place.
Mario Maurako: You just couldn’t leave well enough alone could you Angelo? We could have co-existed here in Tennesse, but you just couldn’t let things be. You did this to your self the moment you had your men blow up my car. I’m not a very forgiving man when people do me wrong. You can ask Bobbinette Carey and several other stars.
Big D: He’s ready boss.
Mario nods at Big D and D removes the handkerchief from the mouth and Angelo Pandolfini.
Angelo Pandolfini: You cock suckers! You’ll never get away with this!
Mario Maurako: Easy, easy now. I need you to chill for a moment. If you give me what I want then we will let you go unharmed.
Angelo Pandolfini: What do you want?
Mario Maurako: I want to know the truth. I want to know who you work for.
Pandolfini smiles and then spits in Mario’s face. Almost simultaneously Big D punches Pandolfini in the face, which sends blood spurts up against the brick wall. Mario wipes the spit away from his cheek and smiles back at Pandolfini.
Mario Maurako: So you want to do this the hard way I take it? Big D, if you would do the honors.
Big D grabs the lever attached to the rack and pulls it up and then slowly pulls it back down. As he pulls the lever down the gears on the rack move and the ends start to pull away from each other pulling on Pandolfini’s ends of his body away from each other. Pandolfini winces in pain but doesn’t give Mario the satisfaction of a scream or a name.
Mario Maurako: All I’m looking for here buddy is a name. I want to know who you work for, and who exactly blew up my car. If you don’t cooperate with me, my buddy here is just going to continue to play with that lever. So don’t split hairs on what to tell me or else you might end up half the man you think you are.
Big D: I see what you did there.
Angelo Pandolfini: You know damn well if I tell you anything I’ll be a dead man anyhow.
Mario shrugs, unsympathetically for Pandolfini.
Mario Maurako: I don’t see where that is my problem.
Big D: At least your friends will just likely put a bullet in your head and be far less painful.
Mario Maurako: I’d listen to the big man, he’s never steered me wrong.
Angelo Pandolfini: Fuck the both of you!
Mario shakes his head in disgust.
Mario Maurako: Such foul language for a man in such a precarious position. Two names… that’s all I need.
Angelo Pandolfini: Fuck…. You…
Mario snaps his fingers and Big D grabs the lever and raises it and you can hear the gears clicking. Then Big D pulls down and the gears start pulling the platform from the ends again. This process is repeated three times and Pandolfini begins to really feel the pain. Loud pops can be heard, the snapping of cartilage, of course they are met with loud screams of pain from Pandolfini.
Mario Maurako: You’re so ignorant! You’re just like all those fucking losers in OCW! They all think they can just waltz in and pull a fast one over on me. It doesn’t work. I hold grudges forever and I always get my retribution.
Mario, annoyed that Pandolfini is screaming so loudly and likely can’t hear him, grabs the handkerchief and stuffs it deep down in the throat of Pandolfini.
Mario Maurako: Shut the fuck up you pansy! You had your chance. Just like Damian Payne and Drew Stevenson have their choice to make. They have the chance to not even bother showing up on Massacre. They probably haven’t paid an ounce of attention, but they might want to notice that I haven’t lost since the re-opening. And they likely wouldn’t know this, but previously I had an insane record of 26-4. I get paid to hurt people, and that is exactly what’s going to happen on Massacre. Just as I’m having you pulled apart I’m going to tear those pathetic sacks of shit limb from fucking limb.
Big D grunts as he continues cranking the lever as the tension is getting really tight.
Big D: That’s not even factoring in Pryde.
Big D grunts the previous statement out as he continues torturing Pandolfini.
Mario Maurako: You’re right it doesn’t. Pryde has won the lottery already. A one way ticket to the finals of the Lethal Lottery Tournament at Blackout. You get the luxury of teaming with the Greatest Tag Team Wrestler of all time. 14 Tag Team Championships I have to my credit. So it is extremely safe to assume that we are going to breeze through the so called competition. Especially the competition that is as sad as this sorry sack.
I know what everyone is asking though… what happens at Blackout when me make it there? Well then Pryde you have two choices just like Damian, just like Stevenson, just like Angelo here. You can join me, or you can be eliminated. That is a choice that only you can make. So you might want to start thinking about it now… partner.
The sound of the ripping of clothes and tearing of flesh can be heard as Angelo Pandolfini is literally ripped in half right in front of everyone. Blood and guts fall to the floor with a flop and a sound that sounds like soup hitting a cement floor. Mario stands over the mess that has been made and sneers. Mario didn’t get the information that he was looking for, but he did get his retribution.
The scene fades to black.