| The scene fades into shots of the warm New York sky. It is nighttime, and the streets are bustling with people. The shots fade to the outside of Nicky Santoro's house. It is in a New York city suburb. There is a WWW camera man , and a WWW reporter outside talking to each other. Camera man: So, I guess we have to go in there and interview that new guy, umm what is his name again? Oh yea, Nicky Santoro. Reporter: Oh yea hmm, Nicky Santoro, now that's a name to remember. Kinda rolls off your tounge. Nicky.. Nicky Santoro.. Camera man: Shut up man, well, let's not just stand here, we have work to do. We were told by the World Wide Wrestling administration to go to Nicky Santoro's house, and interview him. You know for his match with that other new guy.. Reporter: Oh yea, that little shit, Tommy Willer. God I really hate that guy. He has to be the worst wrestler I have ever seen. Camera man: Yea, I agree. Well, let's go do our thing. The two men walk towards the door, but the camera man grabs the reporter's arm and says.. Camera man: Hey, isn't this guy in the mafia or something? Reporter: You idiot, the mafia is just in the movies you dumbass. Camera man: Whatever man, let's just go inside. Meanwhile inside the New York City suburb home, Nicky Santoro is sitting with his wife Annie, at the table talking, after he put his son to bed. Annie Santoro is a tall woman with black hair, the kind of girl that likes gold jewlery, and lipstick. Nicky hears a rustle outside the front door and goes to check it out. Nicky: Aw fuck, I think it's the feds. Hey, Annie, get me my fuckin' bat. Nicky's wife hands him his oversized Louville Slugger baseball bat and he walks to the front door. He looks back at his wife for reasurance, and slowly turns the doorknob. He then quickly opens the door and stands in the doorway, ready to take on anyone. But, to his dismay, all that is there are two frightened guys with World Wide Wrestling jackets on. Nicky notices them and puts down the bat, as his beautiful wife looks on through the livingroom window. Nicky: Who the fuck are you? Reporter: Umm mister, I mean sir, umm, we were sent here be the WWW to interview you about your upcoming match with Tommy Willer. Nicky: What? I gatta do a fuckin' interview? This is bullshit. Is this a fuckin' joke? Huh? Reporter: Umm, no sir we are for real. Nicky: Jesus fuckin' Christ, I try to sit down with my wife and you fuckin' come over here to my home, late at night, you know some people have to sleep, and you expect me to do a fuckin' interview. No, get the FUCK off my property now. Camera man: Ok, let's just go. Reporter: No sir, we have to interview you. Nicky: Ok five fuckin' minutes. Goddamn. Come on, come in the house. Nicky and the two men walk into the house. Nicky: Ok, jus go sit over there. While I tell my fuckin' wife to go to bed. You know, you really are causing some trouble just comin in here like that. Why dont you use the fuckin' phone and call or somethin? Reporter: Sorry sir, it won't happen again. Nicky tells his wife to go to bed and then comes back to the two WWW men. Nicky: Ok let's do this. Um, why dont you just go set up over there and I'll sit in the living room and you can talk to me. Camera man: Ok. The camera man sets up the WWW camera nd lighting, as well as the sound he then motions to the WWW reporter that he is ready to start rolling tape on the interview. Reporter: Ok, I guess we are ready, well, why don't I just ask you a few questions here. What is your take on World Wide Wrestling? Nicky: Well, you know I think it's great, you know I figure that it's just a legal way to kick someones ass. You know what I mean? Reporter: Yea, well anything else? Nicky: Well I think it is a prett well run promotion, but I'm no wrestling expert, but the stiffs that run this shit are doin a pretty good job, well judging from what I see. Reporter: Ok, let's move on, except, just please try to refrain from using fowel language. Please, you know this is a family oriented show. Nicky doesn't look very pleased that this young man is telling his what to do. Nicky: What? Are you fuckin tellin me what to do? You little prick. What's your fuckin name? Reporter: Mike. Nicky: Alright Mikey you fuckin' prick let's do the goddamn interview. Reporter: What do you think of Tommy Willer? Nicky: Whatta you mean? He's a fuckin mutt, why would I concenr myself with him? Reporter: Well sir, you do have a match with him this Saturday at Saturday Night Strikeout. Nicky: Well, that's a good reason, I mean what the fuck is with this guy, Tommy fuckin' little prick, just like you. I don't know what the fucks wrong with him, and frankly I don't think I can do anything for him. Reporter: Ok, now how about the Ringaster Title, I heard you were going to make a run for it? Nicky: What the fuck is that? Are you makin things up here as we go along? You little fuck. Reporter: No, but sources say that you are going to make a run for the Ringmaster Title. Nicky: Whatever, I mean what's the harm. I don't give a shit. Reporter: Ok, sir you are going to have to stop swearing. Nicky gets up off his chair and runs over to the reporter, and pushes him off his chair as he is held back by the camera man. Nicky: Motherfuck'! mutt, you... you fuckin' piece of shit!Oh my god, who the fuck do you think you are? You fake tough guy, you come in to my house, ask me questions, then in my own fuckin' house, you tell me what to do! You, fake tough guy, you, you motherfuck! Get the fuck outta my house!You fuckin' bullshitter you. The reporter gets up off of Nicky's floor, and brushes himself off while the camera man packs up his equipment, then they both leave in a hurry. Nicky smiles and picks up the knocked over chair. Nicky: Motherfuckers. The scene fades out. |
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