The man whoever said that must be one fucking moron. It is that or he never had the world by the throat and lost it all like I have. Let me back up and give you a little back-story to my life. I am Giovanni Aries. I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I was fucking spoiled. Anyway every thing came easy to me....books, athletics, women, and success. I was top of the class at the Stanford school of business. I was a two time NCAA wrestling national champion. I was one of the youngest CEO in the history of the United States and married to a former Playboy playmate. That was until two years ago when I was framed for cooking the books and after a year in federal, one ex wife, and one blackballing from Silicon Valley later....

I find myself in some second rate roach motel that smells of urine in East L.A. Basically the Western civilization has used me like a two dollar whore and sent me on my way. I sat there at the edge of the bed staring out in to space as my mind raced from where I went wrong to how am I going to survive till my phone vibrates by my hand as I grab it and look at it. Riley Winters, the former vice president of my company, was on the other end. This was the same guy that knew I was innocent watch them send me away. Why the fuck is he calling? I knew I shouldn't answer it yet my curiosity was peaked as I answered the phone.

"Hello" I said wondering when he grew some balls to actually call me up.

"Hey Gio" He said acting as if we were still friends.

"It's Giovanni" The audacity of him to still think I was his friend after he let me go to prison.

"Listen man, I am sorry. I know I did you wrong." His fake apologize was falling on deaf ears.

"What do you want Riley?" Spit it out Riley you are burning up my minutes on the cell.

"I got a proposition for you." What The Fuck!? Why would this bastard actually think I would want to join him ,but he did peek my interest.

"Fine, where do you want to meet?" I said reluctantly.

"Lucia's around nine" He said as knowing that was a restaurant that we use to frequent a lot.

"Alright." With that I hit end call and finished one last drag on the cigarette that was in my left hand. Then I stood up and went to bathroom as I looked in to the mirror as I saw a broken down shell of what I use to be as I grabbed a towel and shut the bathroom door. After the shower I went to the closet and grabbed the only suit I had left since the conviction. I put on my Armani suit as I looked at the clock which read 8:40. I grabbed my wallet and hurried out the door as I hailed a cab.

The Proposition

I finally arrived at Lucia's after listening to my cab broken English with his heavy Middle Eastern accent trying to attempt a conversation with me. I gave the cabbie the fare a I headed in to the restaurant as I stopped at the host. I looked at my watch which read 9:10 so I know Riley should have beaten me here.

"I am with Riley Winter party" The host ran his finger down the seating list.

"Ah follow me" The host who looked to be some B rate aspiring actor who will only end up doing some gay porn showed me to the booth where Riley Winter was sitting sipping on some wine. I sat down in the booth as I stared a hole in him. It took all I had not to jump across the table and knock the living shit out of him as he sat there with a smug look on his face.

"Ah I see we are still fashionably late." He let out a chuckle at his rib as I just sat there looking at him. Riley looked up to see that I didn't find his joke so amusing. So he quickly stopped laughing as I finally broke my silence.

"Enough small talk bullshit, what is this proposition" I demanded as the sooner I was out of there the better it was for Riley's health as he wasn't the spring chicken. He was in his 50's and overweight and a fucking chain smoker.

"Like I said on the phone, I am sorry about what went down, but I had to what is best for everybody else in the company." What the hell was I hearing?

"So my going to jail was what was best for the company? It fucking folded. Plus you know fucking well that I was innocent" My voice was raising as it was drawing attention from the other customers at the restaurant. Riley tried to settle me down.

"I didn't mean it like that. Let's face it Gio, you were framed very well. I mean even the highest paid legal team still got you a year in the fed. Plus what would have my testimony done? I was vice president trying to save my CEO from jail time. The jury would have saw it just as that." He explained as I took a minute to digest it.

"I guess that makes some sense. So what is the proposition?" I mean this is why I came out here.

"I know you have been black balled from Silicon Valley ,but why don't you use your other talent?" What the hell was Riley talking about?

"What other talent?" I asked as I took a sip on wine.

"Wrestling" He said. What would wrestling have to do with business? I mean really it has been over five years sensed I wrestled and it seems pretty damn late to try and make the Olympics.

"Wrestling? Are you fucking stupid? The Olympics are just two months away." Geez Riley, use your damn head.

"I'm talking about professional wrestling." I couldn't believe my ears, he wanted me to entertain some fucking trailer trash for money.

"You want to prance around in some tights for money?" Hell he might as well have asked me to be a stripper at a fucking gay club.

"No, professional wrestling is where the money is." Money. That caught my ear as I looks at him.

"What kind of money are we talking about?" I mean I had to get out of the roach motel.

"Million dollar type contracts." Hmm I think I could do that.

"Well if I did do this. What would be in it for you?" He had to have an angle.

"It would help clear my conscious." I wasn't buying that.

"Really" What is in it for you" I knew Riley for my whole life as he was a chairmen on the board with my father.

"Standard agent fee." Ah we were getting some where.

"Fifteen percent? That sounds fair. So you have a place for us?" I knew he did. Riley was a detailed type of guy. I knew he had to have every thing worked out.

"Platinum Dynasty Wrestling." Sounds a jewelry store. Anyway I would wrestle for Starbucks wrestling if they paid me well.

"Okay, but I'm not wearing fucking tights" I couldn't believe after twenty minutes sitting here with Riley, I went from wanting to rip his head off to actually allowing him to be my agent in this deal. Then again Riley always had a way with getting what he wants.

"Ha-ha. Deal" He smiled as I just looked down not knowing if I could actually do this. I mean after all it has been quite a while since I wrestled. I looked up at Riley and smiled back to give him reassurance that I was going to do it as Riley pulled out his cell phone.

"Let me give them a call and work out the details." Riley excused himself from the table to make the call as I sat there thinking of all the things that were wrong with this. I mean I was back in business with Riley Winters doing something I don't even know if I still great at? There were so many questions with this decision ,but I had to do something. I don't know how much longer I can take it where I am. I want to be back to the lifestyle that I grew up in. I want the lifestyle that was taking away from me and if means breaking people spirits along with there bones then so be it. If it means taking Bubba and Billy Bob's money then so be it. They still got food stamps. All I know is that I am ready for my rightful place. I am tired of being the product of the decline of Western civilization.  I'm tired of being woke up by the meth addicts and crack heads wanting the next hit. I'm tired of being fucking like all these losers. I want my fucking silver spoon back. I want my butler. My train of thought was interrupted then by the return of Riley Winters.

"They said you are on. They just want to interview" What the hell? I thought it was a done deal. Now they want a interview? Oh well I guess I can grace them with an interview.

"Fine what time" Hoping to hell it wasn't too early.

"Ten in the morning" That wasn't too early.

"Sounds fine" I was hoping to hell that I wouldn't get woken up in the middle of the night by a errand drug bust or crack head knocking on the wrong door.

"Well Gio, I gotten get back to the wife. You know how that is." He didn't catch himself in time knowing that was still a sore subject.

"Yeah I did" My mood was dampened by the though of Ashley. She was truly the only girl I ever loved. She left me while I was in prison. Talk about a fucking bitch slap.

"I guess I will talk to you tomorrow, Riley" Making sure that he would show up.

"Of course" He started to get up and grabbed that bill

"I got this" He insisted as I stood up with him. We walked out the door as we parted ways. He went toward his car as I went to hail a taxi and if it wasn't my damn luck. It was the same cabbie that tried to have a conversation with me earlier.

"2nd and 6th Street" I said as I tried to ignore the broken English while I thought about the future and Platinum Dynasty Wrestling."

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