Post by Mario Maurako on Mar 15, 2014 7:25:16 GMT -5
ACT I: Leaving On A Jet Plane
Somewhere in America on a Jet Plane
Somewhere in America on a Jet Plane
Let’s recap for a second, OCW opens and Mario’s pissed. Bobbinette Carey signs on and is revealed as the financial backer of OCW and brings OCW to the Mid-West region. Considering Carey is one of Mario’s greatest rivals he decides to leave Minnesota, his home for decades, and move into his second house in Memphis. Fast forward to Resurrection where it is revealed that Mario’s other rival, whose name shall not be spoken, is bringing OCW to the Southern region of America. So it should come as no surprise that Mario Maurako has once again packed his bags in search of a new safe haven away from the power of his enemies. So where does his search take him? He could go into hiding and pretend to be from nowhere, or parts unknown, like his masked partner Pryde. Dallas Texas is out, because one they don’t have any Hockey, and two Amber Ryan is from there, and you can never trust someone with two first names. England is out, but let’s be real that was never an option in the first place… Mario’s teeth are much too nice for England.
We fade in on the inside of Air Maurako, a small luxury private jet. Inside Mario sits decked out in his latest Italian suit, sipping champagne and watching what looks to be a woman’s football game. That would be soccer for you American blokes, or other knob goblins, who may be confused as to which of the two Mario would be watching. The match appears to be between Napoli and 4-Time UEFA Champion Torres. Mario appears to really be getting into the match as he is sitting on the edge of his seat and pumps his fist in the air when a member of Torres performs a perfect slide and steals the ball away from that Napoli player.
Big D: I don’t see what you do in sport.
Mario Maurako: Look at them, they are so majestic as they race across the field. A finer creature God has never created.
Big D: Are we watching the same thing? Because it sounded to me like you just described Horse Racing.
Mario scoffs at the idea that a Horse could be seen by anyone as a magnificent or majestic creature.
Mario Maurako: Of course not. Look at these women. They are goddesses compared to what we have to look at in OCW. Carey was plucked from the ghetto, Amber Ryan from the trailer park, Alice from a science lab, and Brianna from some hole in the ground which someone should’ve covered up a long time ago.
Big D: Okay I have to agree with you there. The Italian women do look mighty fine and athletic.
Suddenly Mario is immersed back in the television as a strikingly gorgeous lady with long black hair head butts the ball out of thin air and goes racing down the field with it. She approaches the goal and cocks her leg back and fires. The ball takes off like a shot from a Colt .45 and the ball makes a wicked curve just out of the reach of the goaltender and doesn’t stop until it reaches the back of the net. Mario leaps from his seat and celebrates, spilling a little champagne in the process.
Mario Maurako: WOOO! DID YOU SEE THAT!?
Big D looks on with confusion, not about the goal, about how Mario is acting. It is a scrimmage, the game meant nothing. Yet Mario is acting like the goal won a National Championship. Big D replies sarcastically.
Big D: Yeah, pretty sweet.
Mario Maurako: Nicoletta De Carlo is magnificent! She’s the greatest football star I’ve ever seen in the Women’s Game.
Big D: Oh no… don’t tell me…
Mario Maurako: What?
Big D shakes his head. He’s seen this before from Mario.
Big D: You’re like a little fan boy… like a mark.
Mario immediately takes offense to the terminology used by Dominic.
Mario Maurako: You shut your mouth I will throw you from this plane while we are in the air.
Big D chuckles at how quickly Mario got upset. He stands up and pats Mario on the shoulder.
Big D: Easy champ, I’m just busting your balls a little okay?
Mario Maurako: Alright, I know that. Sorry, I’ve been a little on edge lately is all.
Big D: I know, big match-up this week in OCW. You and Pryde taking on Danny B & Amber Ryan.
Mario sits back down and drinks what’s left of his champagne and then pours another glass.
Mario Maurako: I’m not so much as worried about the opponents as I am my partner. Danny B and Amber Ryan don’t have a creative bone in their body to be able to match wits with me in the ring. I don’t need to even listen to their promos. Just roll back any old generic promo from any ignorant opponent of mine from 15 years ago and it will sound exactly the same. Insert a Mario Brothers comment here, insert an overrated comment here, followed by a comment about my age.
Big D: You are getting to be an old mother fucker.
Mario Maurako: I’ll be 40 in 6 days. Stop talking like I’m about to go six feet under.
Big D: Sorry, I forgot you were sensitive.
Mario shoots Big D a look and Dominic quickly figures out that he should shut up while he is a head on points.
Mario Maurako: As I was saying. It’s really Pryde that I worry about. I mean I think he thinks I hate him because of last week. That was all a huge misunderstanding. I had something in my eye and had to rush back for medical attention, that’s why I couldn’t stay and help him with Damian Payne. Besides I knew he could handle himself, I was the guy in desperate need of help. Did you see that eye lash the doctor pulled out of there?
Big D: No I did not.
Mario Maurako: It was as long as the Mississippi River I kid you not.
Big D: Well have you spoke to Pryde this week?
Mario Maurako: How does one go about speaking to someone who is an enigma? Don’t know where he’s from, don’t have his cell phone, or an e-mail. I could always try smoke signals, I suppose that is an option.
Big D: I just find it funny that a man with all your connections can’t get in touch with Pryde.
Mario Maurako: Well it’s not like Pryde is even his real name. Just like your name isn’t really Big D. Do a google search for Pryde and you tell me what it brings up.
Big D pulls out his phone and appears to perform a google search on the word “Pryde”.
Big D: Well it appears I’m getting something about a comic book character from X-Men, some education facility… ooh a kitchen! Don’t suppose he owns a restaurant do you?
Mario Maurako: See what I mean? This dude is like a magician, he just disappears into the night afterwards. In fact in this entire match I’m the only one who can easily be found using google. Danny B isn’t enough to find shit, B isn’t a legitimate last name. Amber Ryan, yeah only about 5,000 people have that name including a porn star and a disgusting Lingerie Football League player. That would be North American Football you swine. You type in Mario Maurako into a google search engine and I can tell you what you’re going to get. ME. Because people fucking care about who I am. Not like Danny Boy, or Amber Ryan, or Pryde. People care about ME, people need ME. OCW needs ME. OCW needs ME to preserve it’s history and to stop this travesty of a roster from disgracing its good name. That is exactly what I’m going to do Dom. I’m going to go into this Main Event on Massacre, and Pryde and I are going to dominate Danny B and Amber. Then Pryde and myself are going to go on to headline Blackout, where I will capture the OCW Southern Championship. Then The Family will control the two most important titles in the company, and then the demolition of OCW can start to commence.
Big D: I’m right there with you boss.
A ding is heard and Mario and Big D notice the fasten seatbelt for landing sign has lit up. So the two friends sit back down in their places and Mario rewinds the game to watch the goal again. The plane jostles back and forth briefly as the plane comes down for its landing. Before Mario starts to drool Big D starts talking to him again, breaking him out of his mesmerizing glare with the TV.
Big D: Where were we off to? I don’t believe you ever said.
Mario Maurako: I didn’t.
Big D: That was like a three hour flight, we must be far away from Tennessee.
Mario Maurako: Well I only have ties to two other states besides the states that involved in the Central or Southern Territories. So our options were Nevada, or New York.
Mario grabs something from behind him on his seat. He then unfolds it to reveal a New York Rangers Hockey Jersey.
Mario Maurako: Nevada doesn’t have any NHL Teams. So start spreading the news.
The scene fades to black as “New York New York” by Frank Sinatra plays, and the door to the plane opens up and the 44 degree air hits Mario, which is nothing for the Minnesota Native to handle. He smiles and gives a nod to Dominic and then the duo exit the plan ready for an exciting new adventure.
ACT II: Meet Nicoletta De Carlo
Napoli, Italy
Napoli, Italy
The scene opens up in Napoli Italy, at Callano del Vomero, the field where Torres and Napoli have finally got to play their game which had been postponed since March 1st due to a flooded field.
It was here that moments ago Nicoletta De Carlo kicked the game winning goal that defeated her home town team Napoli by a score of 1-0. De Carlo is surrounded by local and national Italian media members at mid-field and she’s answering some questions for the reporters. It’s all in Italian and since you don’t know Italian I won’t waste your time. Sure I could run it through a translator on the internet for you but that is so 1999. Just sleep happy knowing that whatever the fuck she is saying bears no impact on anything other than the game she just played. She finishes up here interview and then she begins to walk away from the media as they pounce on the Torres Coach. As Nicoletta walks a man approaches her and hands her a cell phone.
Man: It’s your dad.
Nicoletta stops in her tracks. It isn’t very often she hears from her father, and typically it is only when he needs to use her connections in one way, shape, or form. Nicoletta hesitantly raises the phone to her ear.
Nicoletta De Carlo: Hello daddy.
Delfino De Carlo: Good game today sweetheart.
Nicoletta has a surprised look on her face. It is unlike her father to tune into one of her match-ups. He is a very busy man back in the states.
Nicoletta De Carlo: Oh you caught the game?
Delfino De Carlo: Yeah, I had an opening in my schedule.
Nicoletta De Carlo: I figured the game would be out of your blood by now.
Delfino De Carlo: It can never leave my blood. Just as you are my blood.
Nicoletta De Carlo: Okay, what’s going on?
Delfino De Carlo: I need you to come to New York. It’s important.
And there it was, Nicoletta knew that he needed something from her. But she couldn’t help it, she was indebted to him. He gave her life, he spent thousands of dollars to make her the football player that she was today. She knew that no matter what she did she would always be indebted to him and his way of life. Not that she hated his way of life, she just hated it when it interfered with her life, which was rare, but not rare enough.
Nicoletta De Carlo: Alright daddy, I’ll be on the first plane out of here.
Delfino De Carlo: I’ve already sent the private jet. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Now Nicoletta knew it was serious. Delfino didn’t like to waste money and it would be far cheaper for him to have Nicoletta fly back commercially, but he had sent his own plane to whisk her away. This had to be serious Family Business.
ACT III: La Casa De Carlo
New York, New York
New York, New York
It’s a poorly lit room in New York. Delfino De Carlo, the father of Nicoletta De Carlo sits behind an all oak desk. He is smoking a big cigar and carving chunks off of a piece of wood with a knife. Opposite him at the desk is a younger man, looking to be in his mid thirties, with jet black hair pomp’ed up like they did in the 50’s. He sits in the chair visually upset about something as he gnaws on a tooth pick. That’s when Nicoletta De Carlo enters the room. Beams of light shoot through the room revealing several hundred books on shelves, almost as if the room is a mini library. The doors instantly shut behind Nicoletta sealing the three in almost darkness. Nicoletta approaches the desk, her heels clicking on the marble floor as she makes her way. The man in the chair rises and removes the toothpick and then hugs Nicoletta and gives her a kiss on each cheek and a hug.
Nicoletta De Carlo: Long time Luca, how have you been?
Luca De Carlo: Very well, until recently.
Nicoletta De Carlo: Oh?
Delfino De Carlo: Yes Nicoletta, this is why we have summoned you here.
Nicoletta De Carlo: I’m listening.
Delfino De Carlo: I never in a million years would have imagined I would ask you to do something for me like this. But I am afraid that I have no other choice.
Nicoletta De Carlo: I’m not going to like this am I?
Luca De Carlo: No, probably not. Maybe you should sit down.
With that the De Carlo’s all take their seats in their respective chairs. A look of concern appears on Nicoletta’s face. She begins to worry that maybe something is gravely wrong with her father.
Delfino De Carlo: I need you to take care of something for me.
Nicoletta immediately interrupts her father, she is virtually the only person ever allowed to do such a thing.
Nicoletta De Carlo: Something, or someone?
The look on Delfino’s face says it all. She instantly knows that it is someone. Her father has never asked her to make a hit before. He has Hitmen and Sharpshooters for those type of things. While this isn’t necessarily out of her skill set, she is just surprised that she has finally been asked to do something like this.
Nicoletta De Carlo: Who is it? This must be of super importance that one of your other men can’t take care of this.
Delfino De Carlo: It is. You see the mark is very intelligent. He knows a lot about the inner workings of Families. He himself is in one.
Nicoletta De Carlo: Is he a made man daddy?
Delfino De Carlo: He can never be a made man! He is not of 100% Italian Blood! He is a mutt! He is a half-breed! He is garbage!
Nicoletta De Carlo: Who is he daddy?
Delfino De Carlo: His name is Mario Maurako.
Nicoletta De Carlo: And why do you need me for this exactly.
Delfino De Carlo: Mr. Maurako is a very wise man. I’ve talked to my friends across the country and Balconi and Pandolfini have both spoke to me on their troubles with this individual. I didn’t take any interest into the situation until Pandolfini disappeared. Then yesterday I received word that Mr. Maurako was now taking up residence here in New York.
Nicoletta stares off, it is now that she realizes the grave importance of this mission. It quite literally means the survival of her Family.
Nicoletta De Carlo: What do you need me to do?
Luca De Carlo: We need you to get close to him. Get him to lower his guard, and then kill him. Fast or slow, it makes no difference to us.
Nicoletta’s expression turns cold. She now understands that the life that she had lived for all these years is now over. She won’t be able to make the hit and just go back to her celebrity life in Italy. Nicoletta just sits in the chair in complete silence, unable to move a muscle.
Delfino De Carlo: I’ve made arrangements for you. In your next match-up you are to feign an injury. I’ve paid a doctor a handsome amount of money to fix up some x-rays and make everything look nice so your team won’t suspect anything. Then you come back here to the states for treatment. I will arrange for you to meet up with Maurako, and then we will go from there. No need to rush things. The slower we play this the least suspecting he will be. You see in our business your murderers come with smiles, they come as your friends, the people who've cared for you the most. And they always seem to come at a time that you're at your weakest and most in need of their help. That is what I want you to do. Get close. Wait until he is weak and needs your support, and then finish him off. Can you do that?
Nicoletta sits there soaking everything in. Then she responds.
Nicoletta De Carlo: I can.