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Courtesy of http://www.pantheonwrestling.com August 7th, 2008
1:10 p.m. My life since joining the PDW has been quite a rollercoaster. I've had ups and downs. I've had surprising turns that would almost throw you out of the ride. Yet last week the rollercoaster ride took another sudden drop downward as I had gotten mixed up with the mafia. Well I didn't want to do it ,but rather I was dragged into the problem by Riley Winters. I'm still fucking pissed at that old fucker. Yet if that wasn't enough I went on to Disclosure and lost my match to Julian Dark. I lost my match to a man that hadn't stepped in the ring in over two months. Yet that is fine and that is okay cause I will get my redemption this week in the six man tag match. So now I am just hoping for a big hill in the rollercoaster that takes forever to get to the top . I think I see it coming as at the pay per view as I get my chance to prove that I am the next big thing in this company. Also I see a possible relationship with Tara Ebdon on the horizon. I think we are really hitting it off. She is the only that sees inside of me and sees who I really am. I knew that I had starting to get feelings for her. Oh and added bonus to my relationship with Tara is that Ashley hasn't messed with my head since she spoke to Tara on the phone. Hell I hadn't even seen here since she stormed out of my house. That is definitely a big plus in my book. Now I can't wait to get back to Los Angeles and as Pretty Ricky would say " Prelax".. -=Calling On A Favor=- The thoughts faded as the plane touched down on the runway. The plane ride had been long as I have some five or six year old brat playing soccer with the back of my seat. The sign lit up to unbuckle the seatbelts as people begin to move toward the exits of the plane. I undid my seatbelt as I took my time to get up. The kid that kicked the back of my seat for three hours straight jumped up from his seat and started to run down the aisle. For some reason I couldn't help but have him "accidentally" trip over my foot. The kid needed some fucking discipline as he ate the aisle. He began the cry for his mommy as I stood up and got behind the line of passengers to exit the plane. I heard the little brat's parents get on to him from running. "See Steven that is what you get for running." I let out a slight smirk after the comment knowing that I had gotten away with my little revenge on the little snot and the parents were none the wiser. I continued along the slow ass line. No wonder planes are delayed all the time, these airline workers are slower than Corey Page in a hundred yard sprint. Anyway I finally made it to the terminal as the flight attendant spoke to me that seemed to be ripped out of a SNL skit. "Buh-Bye thanks for flying with us." I simply ignored her as I just kept moving on as they said that to every passenger who exited the plane. I knew I was ready to get out of LAX and back to my house. So I could focus on my upcoming main event match. I jumped on the shuttle that was heading toward the baggage claim as seemingly the way my luck had been going this week I was stuck sitting next to a guy that looked like he could have sweated Crisco. I tried to scoot as for away from him as I could ,but I couldn't escape his body order The guy reeked like he hadn't took a bath in a couple of weeks. I held my breath as long as I could. Then to my demise the guy leaned over to me. "Hey aren't you in the PDW?" The man asked I just nodded my head as I was still trying to hold my breath. "Wait you're that Gio guy in the Pantheon. I hope Steve Jason destroys all of ya'll." It would figure that he would be a Steve Jason fan. I mean that is the type of fans he attracts. You know the ones that are looking for a hero cause they are actually nothing but fucking zeros. Though finally to my gratitude we made it to the baggage claim belt. I jumped off the shuttle as the fat Steve Jason fan struggled out of the narrow opening between the seats. I made my way to the baggage claim as I fought my way through the crowd to the front. I watched as my flight's baggage started to appear. I waited to spot my stuff as the baggage started to disappear with each trip around. Yet my bags were no where to be found. Fucking great I thought to myself the incompetent bastards lost my luggage. So with that I made my way to the lost luggage part of LAX and waited in a line for about twenty minutes. Finally I made my way to the front as the woman at the desk seemed very disinterested with anybody's problems. "Whatcha lost?" She asked as I just gave her a dumbfound look as to think why the fuck am I in the line? Luggage you dumb bitch is what I wanted to tell her ,but I refrained from it. "My luggage." I said biting my tongue on the other stuff. She looked up at me as I was stupid. She just kept smacking her gum as she put her out like I was suppose to say something else. "What's the name sheesh." I was starting to get pissed off at this whole day and this bitch was starting to push my buttons to send me over the top. "Giovianni Aries. They were on Flight 283 the Philly to LA flight." She put in my name and stuff as she looked at me as she motioned for me to leave. "Okay. We will send you the luggage when we find it. Uh BYE." Ungrateful bitch, I thought to myself as I started toward the door. Man my day couldn't have got any worse. I mean it started with the little brat kicking my seat, the fat guy in the shuttle, my lost luggage, and the ungrateful bitch at the lost luggage claim. Yet it looked like I was wrong as I saw the two goons from the mafia standing at the exit of LAX. What the fuck do they want now? I continued to walk toward them as they grabbed me when I made it through the door. And my bad luck continued as I couldn't keep my mouth shut. "What have I told you guys about my suit?" Again the big man that broke Riley's finger, punch me in the gut almost knocking the wind out of me. " Again with the stomach." I knew I should stop why I still had all my bones intact. The two gorilla looking bastards then led me to a car as they shoved me in the back of the car. I then turned and looked beside me as it was the old man from the warehouse. He sipped on his drink as he looked over at me. "Gio....Gio.....Gio. You think you just up and leave the state without informing us?" Um yeah I didn't know that you were my probation officer or anything. "Um yeah I didn't know I was any of your concern." I mean his problem was with Riley Winters not me. Yet with the look on his face it looks like I was more of a concern then I had thought. "You see Gio, you and Riley owe me as he said that the money was for both of you." That fucking bastard Riley has fucked me over again. I mean I can't keep handing out check after check to him. "I see, so how much do I owe you to complete the payments?" I saw a smirk come across his face as I didn't like where this was going. He let out a disturbing laugh as the two meat heads in the front let out a laugh too. Apparently I was the only one that wasn't in on the joke. "You owe me ten million dollars." My jaw dropped a bit at the figure he just said. I knew I couldn't just right him a check cause the sucker would bounce like a basketball. "Ten million dollars? So I guess I will keep paying you till then." The don of the mafia just nodded his head as he took a sip of his drink. He then threw up his hand as if to make known that he had an idea. "You know though there is another way." He said as a smile came across his wrinkled old face. He kind of resembled the Grinch from the Grinch Who Stole Christmas cartoon when he smiled. Yet I didn't know what he meant. I don't think I wanted to know what he meant. He then pointed at me as he continued to explain himself. "You work off your debt for me." Wait he wanted me to become some goon for his organized crime operation. I didn't know how to take it. "Why didn't you give Riley this choice?" The Don let out a laugh as I thought about what I just said. Riley was exactly the most imitating person you would ever come across. The Don quit laughing for a moment as he spoke. "I like that, you have a sense of humor. Anyway what is your answer?" I didn't know what to say. I mean it was either be affiliated with the mafia or continue paying off ten million dollars. The choice was hard as I looked at the don. "Can I get back to you on that?" The Don looked at me and smiled as he nodded a bit. It was a bit of a relief that I would have a little bit of time to decide. "You have till eight in the morning to decide. Then we will be back for your answer." With that the car stopped and they let me out of the car. I turned around as for some damn luck they had let me out about three houses over from my house. I continued to contemplate what I was going to do. Yet I had all night to decide. August 8th, 2008
7:50 a.m. My eyes were heavy with sleep as I laid in my bed. My eye were focused on the ceiling as I watched the ceiling fan go round and round. I thought about my decision. If I chose to keep paying the mafia the money, then I would be spending over half my pay check a week to them. I couldn't let them get away with that especially since I never fucking wanted to make a production company in the first place. Though if I chose to work off my debts for the mafia what would that entail? I mean I could deal with some stuff ,but I don't know if I could kill anyone maybe I should ask Pete how it felt to kill John Raide. Though while I was thinking, I heard a knock on the door. I guess it was time to give them my answer. I rose up out of bed and wiped away the sleep from my eyes as I stood up and proceeded down the stairs toward the door. I guess it was either the lack of sleep or the sheer forgetfulness that I walked to the door in my boxers. I had decided not put on some pants. I got closer to the door as they kept knocking. "I'm coming hold your fucking horses." I screamed at the door as I finally made my way to the door as I unchained and unlocked the door. I then proceeded to open the door only to be greeted by the two oversized baboons who grabbed me and pushed me back toward the couch as I again my mouth cost me." What no hello?" As my stomach once again got in the way of the big guy's fist. I grabbed my stomach in pain as the Don entered my house and looked around. "Morning Gio. How did you sleep?" Like a guy on a all night binge of cocaine. He knew that I didn't sleep well ,but he asked anyway to be a prick. Then again he was the don of the mafia should I have expected anything else?. "What do you think?" I flinched a bit after I said that. I fully expected to be hit by one of the oversized muscle for that disrespectfully aimed comment toward the Don. Yet he just smiled knowing that I slept maybe two hours max. "Ah so I take it you have a lot of time to make the decision?" I guess I did. " So Gio what will you do? You going to work of the debt or are you going to continue paying us the money which we can collect today." Well it was time to make my decision. Do I want to join an organized crime family or do I want to continue paying them.... "I'll work it off." I couldn't believe what I had just agreed to do. I mean I had went from having everything in life to now agreeing to do some of the mafia's dirty work. Yet all the blame could be rested on Riley's shoulders. It was his whole fault that I am not the mafia's slave. I knew I would make he would know about this. Yet with answer the mafia don smiled at walked over to me. "That's good we always need some people to help out with the family." I let out an uneasy smile as I was sandwich in between two three hundred pound monsters. I didn't know what they were going to ask me to do as I just continue to look on smiling. " Now I know you are quite the busy man and I know you can't fully work for us ,but we will give you a call every time we need you to do something." "So I need to give you my number? I don't do that till at least the second date." What the fuck was I saying? Why was I smarting off to a fucking don of the mafia? I must have had a death wish or something. Yet to my relief he let out a laugh. The two idiot on either side of me joined in on the laugh. "Don't be silly we have a phone for you that is untraceable by the feds. We will give you a call at anytime just be sure to answer it or else Thumbs will add you to his collection." I looked to my left at Thumbs who gave me an uneasy smile. The one that you don't want to get in prison. I just nodded as the Don reached in his coat pocket and pulled out an phone. He gave it to me as the two oversize buffoons got up from the couch "What if I don't hear it?" The Don let out another laugh as I didn't know what to think. "Let's just hope for your thumb's sake you do." I checked out my thumbs as I remembered what happened to Riley Winter's last week. I just gave a nod as I looked down at the phone. "Also you can only use the phone to answer my call and to call me when you finish the job." I nodded again still not fully knowing what I had gotten myself into. "So Gio we'll be in touch soon." With that the Don and the two goons showed themselves out of my house. I just looked at the phone dreading the first time it rings. I placed the phone down on the coffee table as I laid across the couch as I proceeded to catch up on the sleep that I hadn't got the night before. August 8th, 2008
12:50 p.m. I was awaken by the ring of the phone. I jumped up as I looked at the coffee table and to my dismay it was the phone that I didn't want to be ringing. It was the phone from the mobsters. Oh joy I thought to myself. I answered the phone quickly by the second ring as I cared to much for my thumbs to let it ring for a third time. "Hello." I answered as I didn't know what to say. I mean was I suppose to say "Hits-R-Us who needs to be whacked?" It's not I really have ever done anything like this before. I then waited for the voice on the other end to answer. "You see we have this business owner in town that doesn't want to make his payments." Apparently they weren't big on greetings in the mafia as I listened to him. "So what do you want me to do about?" I mean I was new to the mob scene and all. Sure I had seen my share of mob movies ,but I didn't know if that is really the way handle stuff or not. "What do you think? I want you to convince him that he needs to make the payments to Mr. DeCarlo." So finally I know the name of the old man. Also to my joy he was leaving the door open for me to choose how to do the job. "Just make sure he gives you the payment for this month." I didn't know what to do to make him pay as I wasn't exactly the hitman type. I figured I was try talking to him first. " Anyway his place is located on the corner of 4th and 9th." I looked around for a pen and paper as he gave me the address. I finally found a pen as I wrote the location on my hand. "Call us when you get the payment." Without giving me a chance to answer him, he hung up the phone. I went to put on some clothing as I tried to psych myself up for my first mafia job. August 8th, 2008
2:10 p.m. I arrived at the corner of 4th and 9th as I just saw a local donut shop. This surely couldn't be the place Mr. DeCarlo was talking about. I checked my hand I had wrote the directions on to make sure this was the place. I read it as it was the place. I took a deep breath and made my way into the donut shop that was called "Morning Delights". I walked in as an middle aged guy that looked like he had ate quite a bit of the donuts greeted me from behind the counter. "Welcome to Morning Delights" He let out a grin as apparently he didn't know that I was here to collect his money maybe that was why Mr. DeCarlo had sent me to get the payments. I took a deep breath as I approached the counter. "Thanks, is the owner of this place here?" The guy chuckled as I took it that he was the owner of this place. "Ah so I take it then you know who Mr. DeCarlo is?" The guy's good nature grin disappeared as he grabbed a box of donuts nearby and chunked them toward me. I turned my head for a moment as the guy took off out the back. " Fuck, don't run. Why do you have to run?" I then jumped the counter and took off after him in the back. I opened the door and saw that the donut shop was nothing more than a front as he had a bunch of packages filled with white powder and I knew it wasn't powder sugar for the donuts. Anyway I ran after the guy as he tried to throw stuff in my way. Though I was lucky the bastard was too fat and out of shape to get away. He finally had to stop. That gave me a chance to catch up with him. He spoke in between heavy breaths. "What.............does..............he..............want." Good lord I think the guy may have a heart attack on me. "His money." The guy shook his head no toward me as he didn't want to pay. "I don't have it." I understood his dilemma as I was kind of in the same boat he was in. " The buyers haven't got me the money to me." He pleaded with me. Yet I had a job to do and I didn't want Thumbs to come after well my thumbs. "Well you better find some money quick cause I was told not to leave with out the money." The guy looked at me with a pissed off look as if he was going to take a swing at me. Yet he dropped his head. "Shoot me then." What the fuck!? I didn't even have a gun and the bastard was wanting me to shoot him. I was going to "whack" anyone especially on my first ever mob job. "What!?" I asked. "Shoot me, cause I don't have the money on me." He had to be shitting me. "Can't you sell something?" I tried to reason with him as he looked at me curiously. "I mean can't you come up with the money somehow?" He smirked at me. "You never done this before have you?" Shit he saw right through me. Yet I couldn't let him know that this was my first job. "What? Yeah of course I have. I've done many jobs. I just wanted to give you a chance to live." He laughed at my reasoning as that didn't set very well with me. " You want to give a drug dealer a chance to live? This is definitely your first job." I don't know if it was the fact that he saw through me or the shitty last two days ,but I snapped and laid into him with a punch to the stomach as he crumbled to the ground. I jumped on top of him and starting landing lefts and rights. I don't really remember what happened as I just saw red. Finally I stopped when I heard him scream. "STOP!!!! STOP!!!! I'LL PAY!!!!!" I stood up as I couldn't believe what I had just done. I slowly stood up and looked at blood soaked hands. I couldn't believe that I had just savagely beaten a guy for money. I was nothing more than a school yard bully just like Julian Dark said last week. Yet the most disturbing part of it was that it gave me some sick satisfaction. The fat drug dealer struggled to his feet with blood pouring from his face as he walked over to the desk where the coke had been stacked. He bent down as there was a safe under it. He opened the safe and gave me the money. "Tell Mr. DeCarlo that I will keep my payments up from now on." I nodded as I grabbed a duffle bag laying next to the cocaine and put the money in the bag as I headed out the door. I stopped on the side walk as I pulled out the phone and began to dial Mr. DeCarlo as he picked up. "I got your money and he will keep on his payments from now on." I couldn't believe what I had become. I can't believe that I had enjoyed this job some much. "Good. We will be by your later to pick up the money and it better all be there." He then hung up the phone. I looked at the blood on my hands as I placed them in my coat pockets and proceeded toward my car. I got in my car as I threw the bag in the passenger seat and proceeded home. It seemed from this point on my life would never be the same again. |