Post by Santino Marella on Oct 21, 2008 19:11:45 GMT -5
Mayhem returns from a commercial, though we have been taken to an unusual setting. A camera paces around the halls of the LOE arena; many different things are shot from the camera including stage workers, locker room doors, and some of the few superstars on the roster. The camera keeps getting closer down a hall way, closer and closer it goes until it finally stops at a door. The camera zooms closer to the door where a nameplate is framed on it; it gets closer until the name is visible, reading “Santino Marella.” The camera man puts his hand on the cold silver colored knob and turns it, proceeding to enter the room. Once entered, the camera zooms around the room. Pictures of many different Italian trademarks, such as the coliseum, Leaning Tower, and statues; like they camera man has just entered an Olive Garden restaurant. The camera gets closer towards a desk filled with papers, and a chair turned around facing the wall. A voice is heard from behind the chair as the camera gets closer. The being from which the voice is coming from completely becomes quite, apparently they have heard the foot steps coming from the camera man. Suddenly, like in mafia movie fashion, the chair swings around and the person is revealed as non other than, Santino Marella. Marella holds a cell phone to his ear as the sight of the camera man sends a frown to his face. Santino begins to talk on the phone, not keeping an eye off the camera man.
Santino Marella: Excuse me, someone has rudely come into my room. I’ll talk to you later, ok, hmm, alright, good bye.
Santino turns the phone off and sticks it into his pocket. Marella surprisingly wears a black suit with the coat unbuttoned, revealing a buttoned up white collared shirt and red patterned tie. Santino’s unibrow has been trimmed, and has his facial hair shaved beside his goatee. Marella sets his hand on his leg and takes a big breath.
Santino Marella: Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you want from me.
The Cameraman stuffs his hand into his pocket, searching for something perhaps. He pulls out a piece of paper and sets it on Marella’s table. Marella throws his hand out and reads it angrily, his mouth mumbling out the words. Marella takes his eye off the paper and looks up, not keeping an eye off of the cameraman.
Santino Marella: What the hell is this……?
The camera man puts his hand back into his pocket before pulling out another piece of paper, handing it to Marella. Marella locks his eyes to the message, reading it. Marella looks back up at the camera man.
Santino Marella: So you’re telling me that I, Santino Marella, have been put in a match for this weeks, Friday Night Mayham. Who is this Code…Lew?
Marella looks at the paper once more, trying to read it, though having trouble doing so.
Santino Marella: Who in the hell wrote this. I’m not even from America and my English is better than yours, learn how to write you retard! But as I was saying. Cody Lewis. Cody, you must have a lot of guts, if you think you can beat such a superior athlete such as myself. Now from what I have been told is that every match in the Land of Ex-stream is no disqualifications, falls count where you want them, hardcore. Now, I am the greatest of all a’ tines, I do not need a weapon to win a match; why, because I’m a man! See these.
Marella pulls his sleeves up, revealing his arm. Marella flexes, showcasing a small bicep. Marella grins, chuckling.
Santino Marella: That is all I need to beat Cody Lewis, because I am how you say, ripped! Ha ha. But though I am ripped, it doesn’t mean I’m not going to take him to the x-stream. Now Cody Lewis, this Friday you are facing the biggest challenge that has ever stepped into your life. The most dangerous and terrifying that could happen to any man, women, and even child. You are stepping into the ring with Santino Marella! I am a former Custard Champion! I have been the champion of Earth, and I am the champion of Italy. No one has come out of a match with me, not physically exhausted. I take people to the limits, and why, because I’m Italian. Now camera man, you tell Cody Lewis that he better be prepared; he better be prepared for the beating of all a’ tines. This Friday, I will prove that Santino Marella could be hardcore.
The camera man for the third time puts his hand into his pocket. Marella’s mouth can be heard mumbling.
Santino Marella: Oh you son a’ ma gun, what now!
The cameraman indeed pulls another piece of paper out of his pocket, making everyone just wonder how big this man’s pockets really are. The man hands the paper to Marella as Santino takes it furiously, he has had enough with this man’s nonsense. Marella reads it out loud.
Santino Marella: Your match has been changed on order of the owner, Mister Tommy Dreamer. Your match will now be contested, to crown a new X-Division Champion…..
Marella stops reading, his frown goes upside down as he looks like he’s going to cheer for joy. Santino look up to the heavens as if he’s praying to god.
Santino Marella: Yes, yes! Holy cow, it is about time. I shouldn’t even be in a macth for the title. They should of just handed it to me, their risking Cody Lewis’ health by not handing me the title, what foolish people. Tommy Dreamer, you are getting up in age. Now this Friday, I will be the champion of the letter “X!”
Santino looks down at the paper, noticing that he had not finished reading it. He picks it up and scans through. Santino’s face turns from utter joy to complete disbelief. The paper slips from within Santino’s clutch and falls to the ground.
Santino Marella: No, this can’t be. This is not right, they can’t do this. They can not add a third person into this match and not tell me who it is; it is wrong. Tommy Dreamer and these stupid fans are against me, they want to see me lose, and they don’t want their company to be the best. They know that the only way this company will survive is with me, without me, this place has but two minutes. Now whoever you may be, you and Cody Lewis do not have a chance of winning the letter “X” title. I was born a champion, and I will die a champion. And if I have to face you Cody Lewis and you mystery man, I will do it; though it is still not fair! I will be champion, the first ever X- champion; and once I win that championship, it will lead me to the top prize……champion of the world!
The camera’s last view is the smiling face, of the cocky, Santino Marella. The camera slowly goes to a commercial break.
Santino Marella: Excuse me, someone has rudely come into my room. I’ll talk to you later, ok, hmm, alright, good bye.
Santino turns the phone off and sticks it into his pocket. Marella surprisingly wears a black suit with the coat unbuttoned, revealing a buttoned up white collared shirt and red patterned tie. Santino’s unibrow has been trimmed, and has his facial hair shaved beside his goatee. Marella sets his hand on his leg and takes a big breath.
Santino Marella: Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you want from me.
The Cameraman stuffs his hand into his pocket, searching for something perhaps. He pulls out a piece of paper and sets it on Marella’s table. Marella throws his hand out and reads it angrily, his mouth mumbling out the words. Marella takes his eye off the paper and looks up, not keeping an eye off of the cameraman.
Santino Marella: What the hell is this……?
The camera man puts his hand back into his pocket before pulling out another piece of paper, handing it to Marella. Marella locks his eyes to the message, reading it. Marella looks back up at the camera man.
Santino Marella: So you’re telling me that I, Santino Marella, have been put in a match for this weeks, Friday Night Mayham. Who is this Code…Lew?
Marella looks at the paper once more, trying to read it, though having trouble doing so.
Santino Marella: Who in the hell wrote this. I’m not even from America and my English is better than yours, learn how to write you retard! But as I was saying. Cody Lewis. Cody, you must have a lot of guts, if you think you can beat such a superior athlete such as myself. Now from what I have been told is that every match in the Land of Ex-stream is no disqualifications, falls count where you want them, hardcore. Now, I am the greatest of all a’ tines, I do not need a weapon to win a match; why, because I’m a man! See these.
Marella pulls his sleeves up, revealing his arm. Marella flexes, showcasing a small bicep. Marella grins, chuckling.
Santino Marella: That is all I need to beat Cody Lewis, because I am how you say, ripped! Ha ha. But though I am ripped, it doesn’t mean I’m not going to take him to the x-stream. Now Cody Lewis, this Friday you are facing the biggest challenge that has ever stepped into your life. The most dangerous and terrifying that could happen to any man, women, and even child. You are stepping into the ring with Santino Marella! I am a former Custard Champion! I have been the champion of Earth, and I am the champion of Italy. No one has come out of a match with me, not physically exhausted. I take people to the limits, and why, because I’m Italian. Now camera man, you tell Cody Lewis that he better be prepared; he better be prepared for the beating of all a’ tines. This Friday, I will prove that Santino Marella could be hardcore.
The camera man for the third time puts his hand into his pocket. Marella’s mouth can be heard mumbling.
Santino Marella: Oh you son a’ ma gun, what now!
The cameraman indeed pulls another piece of paper out of his pocket, making everyone just wonder how big this man’s pockets really are. The man hands the paper to Marella as Santino takes it furiously, he has had enough with this man’s nonsense. Marella reads it out loud.
Santino Marella: Your match has been changed on order of the owner, Mister Tommy Dreamer. Your match will now be contested, to crown a new X-Division Champion…..
Marella stops reading, his frown goes upside down as he looks like he’s going to cheer for joy. Santino look up to the heavens as if he’s praying to god.
Santino Marella: Yes, yes! Holy cow, it is about time. I shouldn’t even be in a macth for the title. They should of just handed it to me, their risking Cody Lewis’ health by not handing me the title, what foolish people. Tommy Dreamer, you are getting up in age. Now this Friday, I will be the champion of the letter “X!”
Santino looks down at the paper, noticing that he had not finished reading it. He picks it up and scans through. Santino’s face turns from utter joy to complete disbelief. The paper slips from within Santino’s clutch and falls to the ground.
Santino Marella: No, this can’t be. This is not right, they can’t do this. They can not add a third person into this match and not tell me who it is; it is wrong. Tommy Dreamer and these stupid fans are against me, they want to see me lose, and they don’t want their company to be the best. They know that the only way this company will survive is with me, without me, this place has but two minutes. Now whoever you may be, you and Cody Lewis do not have a chance of winning the letter “X” title. I was born a champion, and I will die a champion. And if I have to face you Cody Lewis and you mystery man, I will do it; though it is still not fair! I will be champion, the first ever X- champion; and once I win that championship, it will lead me to the top prize……champion of the world!
The camera’s last view is the smiling face, of the cocky, Santino Marella. The camera slowly goes to a commercial break.
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