The scene fades into an old supermarket. It is at night, and the store is closed, but a light is turned on in the back room, and can be seen from the street. The scene cuts to the back room where four men sit around an old wooden table, playing cards and drinking. They look about late thirties, or early forties. One man is older looking, he wears a black and grey suit with a red tie. His name is Johnny Carleone. He is a made man and also the top boss of the lower east side outfit. Another man is a bit younger, but dressed the same way. His name is Frank DeVito. Frank is Johnny's right hand man. The other two men sit at the other side of the table. One is tall, thin, good looking guy. He is wearing a black pinnstriped suit, with a white shirt and blue tie. His name is Jimmy Conway. The other man is shorter, and heavier. A stocky man with a strong build. His name is Nicky. Nicky Santoro. Oh yea, the toughest son of a bitch in the city. People know who he is, and respect him. There is an older woman cooking at an old stove in the corner. One of the men, starts to talk, with a strong New York accent.





Nicky: Hey, where's my spaghetti? Eh? What's the matter with you.

Old Woman: Hey shut your mouth its cookin.

Johnny: Hey hey, that's my motha your talkin to. Watch it.

Johnny smiles as Nick knows that he is just kidding around

Johnny: Ey ma! Where's his fuckin' spagheti?

Old Woman: Ah shatup its coming.

The old woman brings nicky his heaping plate of spaghetti.

Old Woman: Nicky, you know I love you.

Nicky takes a few bites of the steaming spahgettis and starts talking again.

Nicky: So, as I was saying, this girl that I was with the other night, shit She's fuckin' beautiful. Her fuckin family they live in the uptown there. You know, this broad's got a lot of money, maybe the family owns the whole fuckin' block. Her daddy, he's a god damn banking genious. Actually I think he's in with those Ritano guys, but hey, whats the matter right? I mean his daughter is a damn piece of ass. But anyway, we should do business with this guy.

Johnny: Nicky, Nicky, you know I don't like to be persueded. (He takes a bite of his spaghetti) but, Nicky, you know, I trust you, and maybe I will do some business with this guy, you say he's in banking? Well I that might work out. But that's for another day.

Frank puts down his cards and starts in on the conversation.

Frank: Hey I just remembered, Nicky, tell me about this wrestling shit, that I hear you got yourself into. I mean what the hell are you doing? These guys are only actors.

Jimmy: Yea Nicky tell him about it, it's a funny story really...

Nicky: Alright, alright, well you see a few months ago I got into some trouble with this broad. Her name was Donna and she was the prettiest thing that you have ever seen. I mean this bitch sucked like a fuckin vaccum cleaner if you catch my drift, and I know you do, anyway, I was screwin around with her on the weekends, and I dunno who it is exactly, well maybe it was her uncle, you know my memory is a little fuzzy on these things, but yea it was her uncle. He owns this crazy wrestling federation called World Wide Wrestling. Now I was fuckin his neice at there apartment, I mean (laughs) really going at it, we were tearing the place down. I'm suprised the god damn neighbors didn't call the damn police cause the sound.. well whatever. So we are really going at it, and all of a sudden, her uncle walks into the apartment. She immeadetly realizes it and stops everything, leaving me with a god damn hard on the size of a.. well that really doesn't matter. So she goes and starts talking to her uncle and I walk out, and he says, "who's this?" And the bitch doesn't think and says "he's a new wrestler, he wants to get started". Meanwhile, I am thinking what the hell is this broad getting me into?

Nicky: So without creating a confrontation, I figure, what the hell, I mean it isn't gonna do me any harm so I says, "yea my name is Nicky Santoro, I'm here to become a wrestler."

Nicky stops for a minute and takes a drink of ice water.

Johnny: Haha this is some funny stuff here, you are a funny guy.

Frank: Yea damn.

Jimmy: Nicky, your not done, go on, tell em the rest.

Nicky: Hey did I say I was done? Did I fuckin say that? Let me finish. Ok, so I tell this bastard that I am here to get a job as a wrestler in his sorry ass promotion. I mean, by then I was practicly talking out of my god damn ass hole, just throwing things around the god damn room. I'm suprised I didn't break anything. Well, I guess his wrestling promotion is going through some hard times, so this guy says "ok you're hired." Just like that. I mean what the fuck? Who the hell does he think he is? Does he know who I am? I guess not. I am Nicky Santoro a household name.

Nicky: Anyway, there is this little piece of shit named Tommy Willer, and really he is a piece of shit. This kid, oh my god I am getting out of control. He is a little fuck. Hey, remember that little scrawny kid, I think his name was Lodani, yea Rick Lodani, I kicked his ass a few weeks ago, well this little kid reminds me of him. Fuckin pain in the ass. I want a match with this punk. I mean who the hell does he think he is? I swear to god I will stick his head in a fuckin vice.



Frank interupts.

Frank: Hey, you want us to tell this guy to go screw himself? We can take care of him, he wont bother you again, really we'll just go rough him up scare him, well maybe teach him a little lesson.

Nicky hears Frank's idea and just looks at him, he isn't very happy.

Nicky: Hey Frankie, did I ask for your fuckin opinion? I don't think so. And another thing, I can fuckin handle myself. John, I don't need any of your fucks to help me out.

Johnny: Hey Frank, what's the matter with you? Nicky can hold his own.

Jimmy Conway takes a sip of his wine and eats his lasagna. And thinks about the situation. He smiles and continues to eat.

Nicky: Well, as I was saying, before I was interupted again, by this mother fucker over here (points to Frank) I was saying that I really don't mind this whole wrestling bit. Because frankly, I like to beat the shit outta people.

Jimmy: Well that's just great. Nicky, I want you to know that I'm giving you one hundred percent of my support on this one. Usually I know when you do something dumb, and really I think this whole wrestling thing will be actually good for you. You know, let you relieve a little bit of your attention. Because that kid you were talkin about, yea Tommy Willer, he really sounds like a little prick, and I hope you give him whats coming to him.

Jimmy gets a smrik on his face.

Jimmy: Oh yea, and another thing, I heard that guy down at O'briens Tavern was doin your wife... Yea, Bike Mike told me that.

Nicky spits out his food and wipes off his mouth.

Nicky: What the fuck are you talking about Jimmy?

Jimmy: Yea yea, well I heard that it was that Tommy Willer kid.

Nicky: Oh that modda fucker I will fuckin murder that little punk. Oh and one more thing. I heard that World Wide Wrestling has thing that they call a Hardcore Title. And I am going to win it. Period. Haha.


The four men around the table all laugh and the scene fades out.