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NOW PLAYING: "Bad Medicine" By Bon Jovi
Roleplay Title: It Begins Last monday night was a very special night. Because you see, one nail was hammered into the Black Order's coffin on that night. They got a little taste, of exactly who it is they are going up against. I don't consider myself as a Savior, that isn't at all a facade I am attempting to push forth. I am John Gambino, The Angry Italian. A man whom for his entire childhood was brought up to believe that Jesus Christ is our Lord and Savior. Sure, I admit that I have made my share of mistakes in Life. I have done my share of things that would be considered "evil". I am not even attempting to hide from those facts. But never, have I ever kneeled before Lucifer while doing them. The Black Order's way of thinking, is wrong. The reason the Order has now returned in the year 2008, i simply because last time they were driven out of the XWF by Steve Jason. Steve is awesome, he is like Superman in fact. But, in order to completely rid the XWF of a force as evil as The Black Order, you need somebody who along with wanting good to prevail over evil, is also badda$$ enough to fight fire with fire. I am that man. The Order doesn't care about the rules, well neither do I. The Order will fight for their cause by any means necessary, well so will I. The Order is out there kicking a$$ and Taking names. Well, I just took a name last Monday night as I made Cyren, FEEL THE RAGE. And, it isn't going to stop there either. I will fight until I have destroyed every single one of those evil sons of b*cthes. "If thy brother, the son of thy mother, or thy son, or thy daughter, or the wife of thy bosom, or thy friend, which is as thine own soul, entice thee secretly, saying, Let us go and serve other gods, which thou hast not known, thou, nor thy fathers; Namely, of the gods of the people which are round about you, nigh unto thee, or far off from thee, from the one end of the earth even unto the other end of the earth; Thou shalt not consent unto him, nor hearken unto him; neither shall thine eye pity him, neither shalt thou spare, neither shalt thou conceal him: But thou shalt surely kill him; thine hand shall be first upon him to put him to death, and afterwards the hand of all the people. And thou shalt stone him with stones, that he die; because he hath sought to thrust thee away from the LORD thy God, which brought thee out of the land of Egypt, from the house of bondage." Deuteronomy 13:6-13:10 Many of the members of The Black Order were once people I considered friends, allies or even brothers. But now, their minds are clouded with the Corrupt words that Raziel attempts to make them all believe is the truth. The crazy part is, I do feel pity for them all. But, at the same time it is my duty to destroy them. Raziel, at Bad Medicine you and I will be involved in the fight for the number one contender spot for the XWF world championship. But, at the same time this match will serve as my first opportunity to get my hands on you. The fact is Raz, you just couldn't leave well enough alone. The XWF was fine without the Black Order, your career was great without the Black Order and The world was better off without the Black Order. Yet, for some reason you decided to bring back something that had been destroyed for a reason. That was a huge mistake Raziel, beacuse last time when the Black Order was around, I WASN'T. But this time, you and Your devil worshiping buddies have got a whole new obstacle to deal with. And, I'll promise you this Raz. When I rid the XWF of the Black Order, it won't be like last time. I will make sure that there isn't anything left to make another return. Guaranteed. It seems like I have had to prove myself more times than I can count, yet people like Chris Page are handed chances at belts they don't deserve. I'm alright with that. Because the fact is, I LIKE having to prove myself every single time. It's having the ability to tell people "I told you so" every single time. How great is that? This time will be no different either. I will prove to the world once again, that I have what it takes to make it all the way. That I am worthy of being called a champion. FuZz, you and I have battled in the past. Many times in fact. But this time, it's more personal than ever. Because not only do I have something to prove, not only to I wish to hold championship gold once again.....but also, It is my mission to take down the Black Order, one by one if need be. So, the way I figure it is, I will destroy Raziel at Bad Medicine and Then, I am coming for you FuZz. We both know Chris Page has no chance in hell of becoming champion. So, all I have to say is enjoy the rest this Sunday FuZz, because afterwards you are going to FEEL THE RAGE! I promise you that. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Friday June 27th 2008 4:17 AM The Gambino Mansion, John Gambino's office. Oswego, NY Sometimes, the anger is simply too much for me to even take. Does she WANT me to lose? Is her soul purpose in life simply to hold ME back? Or, maybe she just takes pleasure in my pain. Because that is what it seems like to me. Every single time I am set to wrestle in a big match, for a prestigious championship belt or in this case, number one contendership for a championship. She ALWAYS acts as if my match isn't important at all. She acts as if whatever match she in currently set to be involved in, is the most important thing in this world. I slammed my fist down onto the top of my desk, my eyebrows pointed upward and My nose wrinkled in it's center. I'll be DAMNED, if she or anybody is going to get in my way this time. I'll be DAMNED if somebody is going to act like fighting a nobody like The Director and His whore for the night, Dirty Sanchez is important. It's Impact, it doesn't matter. Whomever wins, is still just the smartest kid in the special education class. I know, I know. I was supposed to have changed. Supposed to have experienced a life changing event, which was to have turned me from a monster into a caring, angerless individual. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. I will NEVER be anger free, because as much as I attempt to turn my Life around there will ALWAYS be people ready, willing and able to tick me off. I am not, nor will ever claim to be an angel. Though, if I were an angel it would be Azrael the angel of death. Azrael is said to have aided GOD by destroying those believed to be of evil nature. That is what I am. I am the angel of death, here to assist in the destruction of the Black Order. Don't get me wrong, I have changed. I no longer believe is attacking innocent people for my own greed. I no longer believe that I am the most important being on the face of this planet. But, as for taking crap.....yeah, I don't. The door to my office opened, and Eli walked in clad in a pair of shorts and A Hawaiian button up shirt. In his left hand he held a brown fishing tackle box. He grinned at me as I lifted my eyes up from the floor. "Hey sir!" Eli shouted in a cheerful voice. "What a BEAUTIFUL day it is for a fishing trip, don't you think?" "Yeah, I guess." I replied, it had completely slipped my mind that I had promised to go fishing with Eli. "Guess whomever is going is quite lucky." Eli walked toward my desk, he then sat his tackle box atop the desk and Sat down in the seat on the opposite side of the desk as me. He looked up at me, his smile had quickly faded and He had begun to sport quite a look of depression. "Sir....." Eli began, a sad tone to his normally very cheerful voice. "I thought we were going to go out to Fillmore Glenn and Do some fishing together? I thought you said it would be great to get away from the wife and Kids." "Well, yeah." I agreed. "I did say that. And Frankly, it WOULD be great to get away from here for a while. Did you know, that when I was attempting to train for Sunday's match, Laura came in and Began talking about her match?" "So?" Eli asked, looking at me with confusion. "So..." I answered. "She acted like there was a higher importance with her match against some douche bag from Impact called the camera man, or the producer...or whatever the hell his name is. She acted as if my match, for the chance to be champion again...was nothing." "Maybe...maybe she was just excited." Eli said, a grin on his face as he nodded his head to his idea. I stood up from my chair and Walked over toward the window behind my desk. I placed both arms behind my back, as I peered out the window. "Excited." I spoked, thinking about what Eli had just said. "Excited. Maybe I should just pull out of my own match and Go to Impact to watch Orchid and He millimeter peter brother wrestle two people who posses about as much talent as a piece of used toilet paper." "Sir, no need to...." "Yes Eli. That sounds marvelous." I said, as I turned back around to face him. A cocky grin on my face. "And while we're at it, why don't I just give up my soul to the Black Order. Why not, right? Why don't I just begin to drink some pigs blood, bite the head off a bat and Get on my knees to praise Satan. Then while I am doing things that I normally would be opposed to, why don't I just turn gay!?" "Yeah...." Eli said, shaking his head at me. "I understand your point sir. No need to continue being a smart a$$. But, the point I was trying to make was, maybe Laura was just too excited about her own match, that she forgot about your match." "Enough Eli." I said. "It isn't important anymore. The only thing that is important, is making sure that I am ready for this match on Sunday night. Going on this fishing trip may be Exactly what I need right now. Ready the car Eli, I want to be at the river by six." "Yes sir!" Eli shouted, a smile on his face as he scooped up his tackle box. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Friday June 27th 2008 6:03 Fillmore Glenn State Park Cayuga County, NY The morning was beautiful, as the sun began to rise over the river. It's orange glow reflected off the water, Eli and I watched in delight. We sat in the front of my boat, "The Merda".
We sat with our feet up, relaxing in two of my New York Giants lawn chairs. A cigar hung from my lips, the smoke poured from the red tip out toward the open water. In my left hand, I held a can of Keystone light. Beside me, Eli also had a cigar clenched in his mouth, but in his hand instead of a beer Eli held a small plastic glass full of white russian mix. There were smiles on both our faces, as we took in the beautiful weather along with The peace and Quiet. "Sir, this really is the life." Eli said. "It really is." "Yes." I agreed, taking a gulp from my beer can. "No kids screaming, no wife b*tching at me. Just two guys, relaxing and Enjoying the fresh air. Not a care in the world." Eli nodded his head, quickly agreeing with me. "I think, we should never go back." I announced, taking a drag from my cigar. "I think we should give up wrestling, send the wife and Kids some cash every month and Just live as wanderers, roaming from city to city. We could sleep in the boat, bring back some women and See how well the boat is truly built to last, like the salesman assured me it was......" My voice trailed off, but after a couple seconds my fishing pole began to shake. "Must be a fish, sir." Eli said, glancing down toward my fishing pole. "Yes." I agreed. "It must." With that being said, I lifted my right foot and Used it to kick my fishing pole. The pole went flying into the water with a small splash. "That took care of that." "But, boss." Eli spoke up. "I hate to say it and Ruin your feeling of having no cares in the world...but, how can you say such things about Laura. You two just got back together." "Eli, I really wish we could have just enjoyed the peace and Quiet." "I'm sorry sir." "No, it's alright Eli." I said. "You do make a valid point. The fact is, Laura and I love each other very, very much. But sometimes, I just want to choke her out. It's perfectly normal for a married couple to go through this kind of thing." "Okay, just making sure......" Eli said, smiling afterward. "Okay then. Now, let us enjoy the trip." "Yes sir." I began once again to enjoy myself, to forget my worries, to forget my anger and To forget the fact that I would soon be fighting some of the XWF's greatest for the chance to become the number one contender for the XWF world championship. Until...... "But....What about your match, sir?" Eli spoke up once again. "Aren't you thinking about it at all!?" "COME ON, ELI!" I yelled, placing my left hand onto my forehead. "Why Can't you just enjoy the trip!?" "Sorry sir." Eli said. "Forget I even brought it up." "It's too late for that now, Eli." I informed him, as I sat upward in my chair. "It's already been brought up. It's already on my mind." Eli sat forward in his own chair. "I apologize, sir." "It's alright Eli." I said. "I know how you can get. But, yes I am thinking about my match. In just a few hours, I will climb inside the ring with some of the XWF greatest superstars...oh, and Also Jack Nation." "Are you feeling confident?" Eli asked. "Yes Eli, I am. I am feeling like this is my time. My time to walk in, my time to prove to everybody that I can beat people like Christian Connolly and Raziel. My time to prove that the prime of my career is not seven years ago, but this very year! I am set Eli, to walk into Bad Medicine as just another Hopeful. Just another man hoping to become number one contender. But, unlike the rest I WILL walk out of Bad Medicine as the number one contender, ready to face FuZz on Anarchy." "You mean, face FuZz or Chris Page, right?" "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "Sir?" "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "What did I say?" "Oh Eli." I said, as I wiped the tears from my eyes. "Chris Page, that's rich. That undeserving bastard isn't going to walk away as champion. The talentless prick will be lucky to walk out of Bad Medicine with his Life." "You don't know that for sure, sir." "We ARE talking about "Chronic" Chris Page." "CHRIS PAGE!?" Eli shouted, very shocked. "I was thinking it said Jon Page. But....Chris Page?......AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "My thoughts exactly Eli." I said, as I sat back once again ready to enjoy my sun and Fun. "Now that we have given Chris the same response he get's when a woman sees him naked for the first time, let's attempt to enjoy what's left of our trip." I closed my eyes, a grin appeared onto my face as the sun began to shine down onto it. "But, sir! What about......" Eli began. "THAT'S IT!" I shouted. I lifted my foot and Placed it onto Eli's stomach. With one push, Eli flew into the water with a giant splash. "Look's like you're wet behind the ear, Eli." I yelled, chuckling to myself. As I watched Eli swimming around outside the boat, I began to hear "Save Me" by Remy Zero. It was my ringtone. I reached into the duffel bag, which sat right beside my chair and I pulled out my gray RAZR and Placed it to my ear. "Hello. WHAT?...Okay, I'll be right there. Just do what you can to keep him calm. No, don't trust him. I don't care if he is my flesh and Blood. I know what my flesh and Blood can be capable of. I'll be there as soon as I can. Okay....bye."
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