Post by Don Nunzio on Oct 27, 2008 21:13:12 GMT -5
LOE returns from a break as we are taken to an unfamiliar setting. The view of the blue sky is visible throughout the horizon; puffy white clouds fill the sky, giving people numerous questions and guesses of what they make look like; birds fill the air, migrating from one place to another, showing their pride by communicating to each other. This beautiful sight sends happiness throughout the eyes of a child; as the view of the sky begins to lower down to the surface, the view has suddenly been blocked by numerous buildings and skyscrapers. The sight of bustling cars driving down littered roads is in the distance as well as the yells and screeches of cars and humans. The camera zooms close around the city as a banner hanging between two buildings reads “Little Italy,” we are now aware of were we have been taken. The camera strolls down a local sidewalk, filming many different independent local businesses such as “Stromboli Pizza,” “Fabio’s,” and a local dry cleaner’s that is so poor that it can’t even think of a clever name. As the many of these building are shown, the sight of kids playing around a circle on the ground, there clothes though dirty, and their pocket though empty, doesn’t bring down their spirits. The kids toss marbles around; excited when winning one of the glass balls; some cry as those marbles are the only thing that has truly made their lives a little easier through their tough lives. Suddenly the sounds of shoes against the concrete sidewalk is heard, causing kids to get off their feat and run away, leaving their little game and marbles behind. The camera turns to where the source of the steps had been made; walking down the streets wearing a brand new Armani suit, brand new Rolex, and shined shoes is the Don, Nunzio. Nunzio though does not walk alone; by his sides are two of his tough tall goons, each wearing leather jackets and sun glasses. Nunzio walks over towards the circle where the kids played with their marbles. He looks down at the ground, grins, and finally snaps his fingers; at the sounds of his fingers, Nunzio’s two goons walk over towards the circle and begin to stomp on every tiny marble, breaking them into little shards; the little colored glass that once made those little kids lives worth living has been shattered due to the arrogant actions of Nunzio and his two goons. Nunzio laughs, his sick demented actions cause the other two goons to chuckle as well. As the two goons continue to stare at the remains of the shattered glass Nunzio walks off down the block, the two goons realize it and try to catch up. The camera zooms up too Nunzio’s face as he walks down the street.
Kids……kids, so innocent. These kids think that this is just a wonderful little place; not aware of the true dangers of this world. They sit in the middle of the street playing with their little marbles, as if there is nothing wrong. Not aware that daddy can’t afford to pay the bills, and is going to lose the house. Not aware that mommy is having to take off her clothes for absolute strangers, that way you have food on the table and a place to sleep at night. These kids think that this world is safe, that nothing could harm them, and that they could grow up to be what they want to be, but their wrong. These kids play on this street, my street, thinking they are safe, thinking that they are super heroes and are invulnerable to pain. You see, these streets are dangerous, why? Because I make them.
Nunzio stops at the end of the block, walking over to a brick wall; he leans against the wall, snapping his fingers. At the sound of the snap, the one of the goons pulls out a cigar and stick it into his mouth while the other pulls out a lighter and fires it up. Nunzio take a deep puff, inhaling, and exhales.
Those kids, are unaware, unaware that there dad, their dad who has just lost his job comes to me. Those kids are unaware that the reason they have food on their plate, the clothes on their back, and a place to sleep, is because of me. I take care of these kids, and what do they do, they run. They are intimidated by me and by my family; unlike their old man I provide for them and they show no respect. And in a few months, when “dad” comes up to me crying and begging for a couple more weeks, I do what I have to do; I take him to the back, I show him what happens when you don’t pay off your dept. Those kids are unaware that their old papa is fish food; everyday asking their mother, “mom, where’s daddy”, and what does she say? Nothing!
Nunzio looks into the camera, taking another puff of his cigar before blowing it into the camera. A cough is heard coming from the mouth of the camera man as Nunzio continues.
Now, this week, these kids parade streets, and for what……candy?! These kids’ parents allow them to wonder off at night, dressed as monsters, super heroes, and ghost, just so they could go door to door for some candy. It stuns me how these parent’s claim that they are trying to protect their child from the dangers in this world when they allow them to go door to door and take food from absolute strangers, unaware of who they may be. Mom and dad trust absolute strangers but they tell theirs kids to stay away from me and my family as if they don’t trust us; see, we want to help these kids, and we have been helping these kids throughout these hard times, we want to guide these kids on the right path but to do so they must join the family. These kids must join “My” family if they truly want to be protected; see, mommy and daddy won't protect you, the police man won’t protect you, but I will. Now this Friday, not only will it be Halloween, but it will be Mayhem. This Friday, I face Johnny Magnum, a man who has no respect for what I have done to help these people throughought this current economic problem. Johnny Magnum, we aren’t much different, you use the “gun shot” as a finisher while I use real bullets to take care of my problems. Now Magnum, you are not the only problem I have, Viper, you are another one. Last week, you won one of the toughest matches this company has ever had; you became the “X” Division champion. Though I applauded your win, I want what is rightfully mine, I want your championship. Now this week, you may have Raven to worry about, but you may want to watch your back if anything because I have family in high places. Johnny Magnum, you too shall learn this lesson on Friday Night; you may have beaten most, and have won championships in other company’s but have you ever faced a man as dangerous as I? Johnny Magnum, you better bring backup, because in an extreme rules match, anything can happen. I have family in places you would never have thought to look at; I have backup across this town because "I" run this town, this is "my" town, and everyone won’t say anything different. Magnum, watch your back because you may end up as fish food; no one messes with family.
Nunzio spreads his arms out, showing off his two goons. Each goon gives the camera a mean look as Nunzio cockily smiles into the camera. LOE slowly fades to a break.
Kids……kids, so innocent. These kids think that this is just a wonderful little place; not aware of the true dangers of this world. They sit in the middle of the street playing with their little marbles, as if there is nothing wrong. Not aware that daddy can’t afford to pay the bills, and is going to lose the house. Not aware that mommy is having to take off her clothes for absolute strangers, that way you have food on the table and a place to sleep at night. These kids think that this world is safe, that nothing could harm them, and that they could grow up to be what they want to be, but their wrong. These kids play on this street, my street, thinking they are safe, thinking that they are super heroes and are invulnerable to pain. You see, these streets are dangerous, why? Because I make them.
Nunzio stops at the end of the block, walking over to a brick wall; he leans against the wall, snapping his fingers. At the sound of the snap, the one of the goons pulls out a cigar and stick it into his mouth while the other pulls out a lighter and fires it up. Nunzio take a deep puff, inhaling, and exhales.
Those kids, are unaware, unaware that there dad, their dad who has just lost his job comes to me. Those kids are unaware that the reason they have food on their plate, the clothes on their back, and a place to sleep, is because of me. I take care of these kids, and what do they do, they run. They are intimidated by me and by my family; unlike their old man I provide for them and they show no respect. And in a few months, when “dad” comes up to me crying and begging for a couple more weeks, I do what I have to do; I take him to the back, I show him what happens when you don’t pay off your dept. Those kids are unaware that their old papa is fish food; everyday asking their mother, “mom, where’s daddy”, and what does she say? Nothing!
Nunzio looks into the camera, taking another puff of his cigar before blowing it into the camera. A cough is heard coming from the mouth of the camera man as Nunzio continues.
Now, this week, these kids parade streets, and for what……candy?! These kids’ parents allow them to wonder off at night, dressed as monsters, super heroes, and ghost, just so they could go door to door for some candy. It stuns me how these parent’s claim that they are trying to protect their child from the dangers in this world when they allow them to go door to door and take food from absolute strangers, unaware of who they may be. Mom and dad trust absolute strangers but they tell theirs kids to stay away from me and my family as if they don’t trust us; see, we want to help these kids, and we have been helping these kids throughout these hard times, we want to guide these kids on the right path but to do so they must join the family. These kids must join “My” family if they truly want to be protected; see, mommy and daddy won't protect you, the police man won’t protect you, but I will. Now this Friday, not only will it be Halloween, but it will be Mayhem. This Friday, I face Johnny Magnum, a man who has no respect for what I have done to help these people throughought this current economic problem. Johnny Magnum, we aren’t much different, you use the “gun shot” as a finisher while I use real bullets to take care of my problems. Now Magnum, you are not the only problem I have, Viper, you are another one. Last week, you won one of the toughest matches this company has ever had; you became the “X” Division champion. Though I applauded your win, I want what is rightfully mine, I want your championship. Now this week, you may have Raven to worry about, but you may want to watch your back if anything because I have family in high places. Johnny Magnum, you too shall learn this lesson on Friday Night; you may have beaten most, and have won championships in other company’s but have you ever faced a man as dangerous as I? Johnny Magnum, you better bring backup, because in an extreme rules match, anything can happen. I have family in places you would never have thought to look at; I have backup across this town because "I" run this town, this is "my" town, and everyone won’t say anything different. Magnum, watch your back because you may end up as fish food; no one messes with family.
Nunzio spreads his arms out, showing off his two goons. Each goon gives the camera a mean look as Nunzio cockily smiles into the camera. LOE slowly fades to a break.
