Post by J on Dec 17, 2020 15:27:46 GMT -5
//Off Camera//
“Personal Protection”
December 17th 2020
Reno, Nevada.
Richard Rhodes III was nervous, it was just couple of short days before his debut for UPRISING,first wrestling organization had joined on his own since OCW, way back when before he even knew who Camilla Pazzini was. Now of course when he said “on his own” he was being if not economical then at least somewhat cost-effective with the truth. Because it wasn’t like he was on his own. There was Nico, nephew of Camilla and Isabella the two powerful Sicilian wrestling legends and entrepreneurs and son of their legendary brother who very few spoke of these days. Ricky had heard stories of Nico’s dad well bits and pieces here and there that he had put together to his own narrative like a puzzle. People usually shut up about the past if he showed up.
Always an outsider, not one of them as welcome as he was to the family in a way Ricky knew a familiar sinking feeling, he was like in a fog, the one who looked into the world of others from the outside. Outsider looking in, that was what he was even in his own family. Doctors, therapists and professionals could have called what he felt as Dissociation probably. He had never gotten it checked out, his family didn’t need another reason to despise him. His parents would have never understood that with their success, with their money they could not cure him of what ailed him, to make him the perfect son they were destined to have. He was non-refundable and Ricky always thought he was the only child because of the sheer disappointment his parents had in him, the next kid could be even worse.
So these days in Reno, in the damn desert he had taken his time just to wander around aimlessly, trying to sort his mind out, get his head focused on the task at hand, success at any cost as long as it meant not getting harmed in the process. That’s why he had Nico and Vincenzo. Well mostly Vincenzo, Nico was who he was with his weird ideas of grandeur assuming that his name alone would make him a star “in the business” that being related to someone from the island nation known of hard men, born as his fathers son would make him an equal legend...what a fucking joke.
Ricky chuckled going for a cigarette, Camilla didn’t like him smoking, he told her he had quit a while back but even Cammie Pazzini couldn’t see this far, right? Right? He did look over his shoulders just in case before lighting the Marlboro.
Vincenzo was a beast of a different breed. Ricky didn’t know much of him, he worked for Isabella and had been forced along to accompany him and Nico as part of the agreement. There was something off from a guy so silent as him, something unnerving and being alone with Vincenzo made Ricky’s skin crawl, he tried looking into his eyes but the eyes seemed to always be hidden, behind the paper, magazine or just a pair of sunglasses. Like he knew what he wanted to see and hid it just to be an asshole. Unlike Nico, Vincenzo knew how to dress, didn’t gorge on junk food and from what Ricky saw, stayed on his peak performance. Not once had he seen him drink a drop of alcohol or do any other stuff, indulging himself like Nico who probably would snort talc if someone told him it would get him high. Walking up to his room Ricky hoped and prayed UPRISING didn’t have mandatory drug tests, or if they did maybe he could make a deal with Jackson.
Yeah Brad Jackson looked like a dude who understood the value of money, that is precisely what he would do. Putting the key into the lock at his door Ricky leaned in. It’s almost like he heard voices. Was someone in there? Leaning in however he leaned bit too far, stumbled and fell on his face on the floor looking up he saw the white sneakers, and a pair of fancy dress shoes..along with those shoes came a rather large Sicilian and a bit smaller Sicilian, a lot smaller to be fair.
“The fuck?! Oh shit, Hey Rick. You weren’t here so we uh..let ourselves in, figured we’d wait for ya homie.” Nico Pazzini the only man stupid enough to pack a damn furcout to Reno’s desert, that along with the sneakers and those tacky flashy trousers and shirts would alone made him a walking fashion disaster, and that’s not even counting the hairdo.
“How the hell did you guys get in here? Besides, don’t you both have your own rooms you could spend time with. I’m pretty sure THIS one IS MINE and I don’t like anyone being here when I’m not..”
“Well you are here now ain’t ya?” Nico chuckles and nods at the larger man sitting silent with reading a newspaper.
“Vinnie here has skills. He’s a lock whisperer, those things open right up to him. Just like women open up to the muscles marinara, the Bolognese fueled bull the Palermo panther the..”
“The who?” Ricky mocked, dusting himself off and getting up.
“Me you stronzo! Me! Besides me and Vin here, he thought we should meet up and since you are the leader of this outfit we figured meeting up in your room, isn’t that right Vinman, Ey, Vincenzo, tell em?”
Not a word, not a goddamn peep from the guy. Silent as a stone wall. Ricky glared at the two sicilians in turns. Before realizing he wasn’t going to get them out of his room before they decided to leave, so he went to close the open door before slumping on to his bed.
“I got to let the management know they got some serious health code violations here, my room keeps getting filled up by some roaches that just won’t stay away..” He grumbles only for Nico to glare at him.
“OH! That any kind of a way to talk to your future nephew in law?! Geez Rick, just because we are almost family. I won’t drop you like an overdone batch of pasta..”
There it came again: almost family almost Ricky took a deep breath through his teeth and undid his tie. It felt like a noose as soon as he was in the presence of these two.
“So, you two have been discussing what exactly in my absence?” He asked, with curiosity in his voice.
“Oh you know, strategy and shit. For the match and shit.” Nico talked more eloquently with his hands than his vocabulary would allow.
“Really?” There was genuine surprise in Rhodes’s voice as he looked at the two. Nico’s eyes lit up.
“Yeah you know we facing the Smiles Prtotection Agency, those two broads.”
Ricky nodded.
“Uh-huh, looks like you have some skills of keen observation then.”
His joke sadly went right over Nico’s dyed disaster of a hairdo.
“Do I ever! So me and Vin been talking which one we’d rather have.”
Rhodes was all question marks.
“You have?”
His partner made a lewd smirk.
“Yeah, you know. A little..”
What followed next was a lewd and borderline perverse pantomime of hand gestures and noises.
“You know, a little push-push.” Nico ended his presentation with that and Ricky was ready to throw up.
“...We are supposed to WRESTLE them Nico, Not FUCK THEM!”
“Says Who?!” Asked the insulted Sicilian Stud of his own claim.
“Says the goddamn rules! This is a match not a damn porn flick! Don’t tell me you two have been sitting here dry humping to the idea of molesting our opponents while I was gone! I need to call house cleaning, change a room or maybe the whole damn floor” Ricky seemed clearly disgusted, appalled and insulted all at the same time.
“Don’t be such a jagoff Rick. I’m just bonding with Vin here, getting to know him so we cant gel as a unit you know.”
“Could you PLEASE do THAT in one of your rooms and not here. I don’t want any part of this kinda bs, if your aunt ever finds out..”
“She’ll think you finally grew a pair of NUTS, but fine...have it your way. Ey Vinnie, so which one you’d like? Lemme guess.”
Nico sat there deep in thought.
“I know you want Taylor Samuels, she might be shorter but all of her pounds are in the right places and madonna mia, those thighs! You know they say thick thighs save lives, she could protect my life if I can live between them thighs..forgetaboutit!”
Ricky could have sworn he saw sweatdrops trickling Nico’s temples as he was talking, Vincenzo however was as stoic as ever, turning a page on his newspaper. That didn’t stop Nico though.
“Ohh now I get it! You want Jessi instead, that’s call. Taller and thinner but a lean mean working machine I bet, oil her up nice and see just how much those long limbs stretch, I bet she could twist herself up like a pretzel around your big fat--”
“ENOUGH!” Ricky screamed and jumped up, all the while Nico had been talking he felt like the room temperature had risen, like Nico’s constant babbling had sucked out all the oxygen in the room. He jumped up and grabbed Vincenzo’s paper out of his hands. Not realizing in time what he had done.
When he did though, the Corleone native looked up to him. Through his sunglasses. Goddamn sunglasses! IN DOORS! Ricky tried to smooth up the newspaper and handed it sheepishly back to Vincenzo who continued his reading.
“Look, this match is a big deal. We only get ONE shot at a first impression--”
Nico started swaying from side to side.
“One Shot, One opportunity, to seize everything you ever wanted”~
Eminem he was not, that raspy tone with the thick paisan accent made it clear, Ricky did try to go on.
“We can’t fuck this up guys. This match can set us apart from the expectations and the slander, from every damn team in UPRISING do not fuck this up now.”
“Don’t miss your chance to blow”~ Nico smirked cocking a finger pistol before firing it at Ricky.
“You know what, fuck it. I am trying to make this the best damn thing any one of us has ever done. Make the debut the best it damn well can be. You wanna sit here and crack jokes huh? You wanna be jokes for the rest of your lives. Huh?! WHAT?!” Ricky glared at the duo. Nico first who sat there silent, before his raspy voice was serious, almost as soft as a whisper.
“Fuck no G, we got this one Dawg”
Ricky nods and looks over.
“Vincenzo?”
The big man glances over the paper, arches his brow as if to say “you really asking me this?” Ricky nods on his behalf.
“Good enough, get ready. We got a message to deliver.
(On Camera)
“SMILE: You are in a match with TRINACRIA!”
We open up to a view to somewhere in the Nevada Desert, Stretch of a deserted road, a lonesome cadillac parked with it’s doors back opening. One, greasy rat looking bastard in a suit steps out from the right side, from the lfet a dude who’s shirtless but in a fur coat, pair of broken jeans and shiny white sneakers. They walk up to the front of the caddy camera focusing on them. Rat stays standing while fur coat sits on the hood of the car, hunching up. Rat speaks up first.
Ricky: UPRISING, what a real pleasure it is to finally meet. My name is Ricky Rhodes and you might wonder just what I am about. Well money, is what I am about. I like it, I like it a lot, like making it, like having it and like taking it from others. There’s very few things I don’t like to do with money..but if you twisted my arm asking for one: losing. Losing money is something I don’t like to do, I know, who does? Nobody but I especially detest it. So this Saturday at third episode of Revolution, myself and my associates here are going to be making ourselves a whole ton of money, a debut worth a fortune if you will.
Fur coat hops to his feet swags up to lean against the hood, flicking his wrists, before he hikes up his baggy jeans only for them to droop back down showing the waistband of his boxer shorts.
Nico: Yo, ya mooks. The name is Nico Pazzini. That’s N-I-C-O P-A-DOUBLE Z-I-N-I! Remember it because the ladies in the crowd will be yelling for that all night long this saturday and you mopes there in the crowd with them. You’ll be cussing it out when I send them back to whatever shithole you crawled out of to watch this show. Me and Rick here, we bonafide G’s a damn unit of colossal sized U as in we gonna EFF U U-PPPPPPP!~
He flails his arms wildly throwing some roundhouse kicks which looks less impressive in a fur coat while we see Ricky shaking his head.
Ricky: Apologies for him, in his defense. I don’t think he can’t help it. So if you haven’t figured it out yet. Myself and Nico here we are Trinacria. A bit of a mouthful but like a lot of things in your mouth. I’m sure you will get used to it. This saturday we are facing SMILES Protection Agency. What an adorable concept, judging by our appearance I am sure there’s a bunch of you who think “good those guys look like they could use some protection.” Well boy have I got a delightful news for you.. Meet the third man, Vincenzo Riina, Come on down!
His mock “Price is Right” holler seemed spot on as he steps away, pointing at the car. Nico throws both hands in a weird bend and poses as the drivers side front door opens and out steps the largest man of the three. Vincenzo looking like a mountain of man in comparison the two others in front of the car. He casually walks between the two men to the front of the car, but since he’s so much taller the camera cuts off his head and high as we see is those broad shoulders.
Ricky:So time for a simple math quiz ladies. Jessi and Taylor. There’s two of you but there is three of us..
Nico: Four of us, Vincenzo’s like two dudes at least!
Ricky: However you slice it. We get the bigger chunk of the cheese and you don’t really plan for someone like Vincenzo, you close your eyes, hoping and praying for every deity you know for him to be done soon because in all honesty. It won’t be over until he is done. You two would be wise to remember that. You might be the protection professionals. Taylor got some muscles, good..Jessi I suppose you the one in charge the brains of the outfit. Believe me, I know how that feels. Together though, the three of us we are going to bring you some biblical consequences this Saturday. Consider our debut against you like a gospel of what’s to come. We are like a holy trinity in the name of the father.
Nico holds up a finger.
Ricky: Son.
Nico up another finger.
Ricky: and the holy spirit
Nico holds up a third finger.
Ricky: and when you face Trinacria on December 19th 2020 at the Silver State Ballroom in Reno Nevada..even God himself won’t be able to save you two from the defeat. Vincenzo, you got something to say?
The big man slaps a massive palm on Ricky’s and Nico’s shoulder, leaning in so the trio’s faces fit to the shot. All three smirks wide as ever, sinister, shit-eating smirks.
Ricky: See you Saturday and when the night is over. We’ll see who should have hired some protection and who still has a smile on their face.
As we fade to black the three men get back in the Cadillac and we hear the engine rev just as the video feed cuts off.