Post by J on Dec 25, 2020 18:50:05 GMT -5
//Off Camera//
Saturday December 19th 2020
The Pazzini family estate, Palermo, Sicily
Where the hell even was he?
Camilla Pazzini grumbled to herself. Walking into one of the main living spaces, he older sister was watching the television. Wrestling, by the sounds of it.
“Sis, you seen Richard?”
“No.” Isabella responded. “Come watch the show with me, he’ll show up soon enough.”
“If you say so...” Camilla shook her head, sitting on the other end of the couch from her big sister. “Whatcha watching?”
“UPRISING. The Revolution is televised. Or in my case, streamed onto my laptop which is then converted via a signal to my TV, and therefore televised.”
“Fancy. Didn’t know you were so technologically adept.”
“Oh absolutely. I’m all in with blu-rays and blueteeth and the like.” Isabella sipped on a glass of wine. “Besides, what am I meant to do, watch local wrestling shows? Last show I saw in Palermo had a Finnish transvestite on it. Like what the fuck.”
“I didn’t know Finland had wrestlers. Save for Don Tirri.”
“Was probably his girlfriend.” Isabella sipped her wine again. “He wrestles for this company actually. Along with other people.”
“Fascinating...” Camilla said, trying not to seem totally bored with this conversation. As silence reigns between the two sisters, we hear the announcer on the television.
“Stay tuned as we have double debut action in the tag team division! The Smiles Protection Agency will face Trinacria... NEXT!”
“Trinacria... jeez, we got some pretentious Italians or something coming on? Probably a bunch of yanks who’s grandfathers took a shit in Napoli or something knowing America....”
Isabella said nothing but she had the cheesiest fucking grin on her face.
“What are you smirking about?”
Izzy shrugs as they continue to watch the show. As Trinacria’s music hits, Izzy lets out a trademark coo.
“Oooh, Ricky’s here!”
“Where?!” Cammie gets up, looking around. “He’s not here!”
With her biggest shit-eating smirk, Bella points at the television. “There.”
Camilla watches in stunned shock as her significant other, her nephew Nico, and her sister’s bodyguard walk down to the ring. She takes a few moments to process this, before...
“YOU DIDN’T FEEL LIKE FUCKING TELLING ME, THEY WERE IN... IN...”
“Reno, Nevada. Nah, I thought it would be funny to see how long before you clued in.”
“YEAH, BUT WHY? Why are they in fucking Nevada? Why are they wrestling? Why... WHY DID NO-ONE TELL ME!”
“Yeah, turns out they overhead you calling them lame pieces of shit, and got mad, so they went to Reno to prove they’re... er... not that. I sent Vinnie with them, ya know, so they don’t get killed and shit.”
“I’LL KILL THEM, RIGHT AFTER I KILL YOU!!!” Camilla was really mad. “They can’t wrestle! They’re gonna get embarrassed! What have you DONE?!”
“Me? I’ve shown faith in my family. Well... Nico mostly. But Ricky too a bit. Certainly more than you ever have.” Isabella still had a smirk that looked like it was about to explode out of her face.
“But... but... oh my God...” It was as if reality had hit Camilla like a brick. “He... he thinks I think he’s a loser, doesn’t he? He thinks I hate him!”
“Yeah, pretty much.” Isabella nonchalantly replied. “First your daughter, now Ricky, is there anyone you love who doesn’t think you’re a massive bitch?”
“HEY!” Cammie slumped back to the couch, looking quite upset. Her eyes turned to the television as she heard the bell ring. With the officials... raising Trinarica’s hands?!
“Wait... THEY WON?!”
“Of course they won. They’re flying the Pazzini flag. Pazzinis don’t lose. Except you.”
“Now listen here...”
“Relax. They’ll be back here late tomorrow. You should be proud of them. Just goes to show, Ricky’s quite the competitor after all. All he needed all this tIME was decent tag team partners.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right...” Camilla finally let out a smile, before looking at her sister giggling like an idiot.
“HEY WAIT A MINUTE...”,
//Off Camera//
“Homecoming”
December 23rd
Palermo, Sicily
Christmas was just around the corner when a dark tinted benz took a turn to the Pazzini manor’s estate.
Nico: Here it is mang! Coming hooome as champions~ Winners~ Legends~ Undefeated~
He glances over to see Ricky Rhodes, sweating beads like bullets down his brow shivering like he was freezing even if the car was damn near baking them all, the two men in the back and Vincenzo Riina behind the wheel. Riina was his usual self, expressionless and behind sunglasses, Nico was loud and obnoxious only one that was not himself was Richard Rhodes III, he seemed terrified.
Nico: Ey G, you feelin’ fine?
Ricky: I think I’m gonna be sick..
Nico: Oh yeah, pretty dope how we won wasn’t it sick indeed!
Ricky: No, I mean I’m gonna throw up Nico..
Nico: WOW, Not in the car playa, you got any idea how expensive it is to get these things cleaned after something like that.
Ricky: ..not sure a dead man will give a shit.
Nico: Look, you didn’t have to come here.
Rhodes scoffed with a nervous laugh.
Ricky: Yeah, sure. I’d stay there in Reno and oddly enough when you return for the start of the year I’m nowhere to be found..
Nico: Wow, you mean.
Ricky: I AM NOT GOING TO LET THEM BURY ME IN THAT GODDAMN DESERT NICO, YOU KNOW HOW MANY BODIES THEY MUST HAVE THERE?!
Nico: Chill besides it’s not like you’d die..you are practically family.
Ricky: Yeah, tell me something Coppola in all those gangster films you watch, the mob classics, who is it who gets people killed.
Nico: Whacked, get it right.
Ricky: Whatever..is it always some random people?
Nico: Nah G, it’s the ones closest to you, like a best friend or..
Ricky: Bingo!
The Pazzini nephew sat silent for a moment then busts out a hyena like cackle.
Nico: But homie, YOU GOT NO FRIENDS who the fuck would whack you?!
Ricky:..family. Someone close to me, someone I love and trust..need more hints?
Pazzini ponders, then nods.
Nico: Yes.
Ricky: 200 POUNDS OF DEADWEIGHT, HAPPY NOW?!
Nico: Ohhhh Hahaha! That’s still funny yo!
He leans in putting a hand on Ricky’s shoulder.
Nico: ..seriously bro Auntie Camilla would never kill you.
We can see faith creeping into Ricky’s glazed eyes.
Ricky: Really?
Nico: Yeah, I mean obviously it would be Vincenzo or me or someone else but she wouldn’t do it herself, why would she? The whole family is full of legit G’s man, I mean we got dozens upon dozens of zips out from the countryside like Vinnie here, just looking, waiting, salivating at the chance to earn their worth in the family and bumping off a scrawny shit like you..hell that’s like going on vacation, easiest hit ever Guaranteed!
Ricky:..gee, thanks Nick.
He gets a slap on the back from the Pazzini, so hard he was sure he’d throw up from that.
Nico: Anytime bro. Oh, We’re here already? Isn’t that great. Vinnie, get the door. Champs coming home!
Vincenzo sits there, turning off the engine, not even flinching.
Ricky: Oh I’ve had enough of this shit. I’d rather take the bullet than sit here another minute!
He opens the door and gets to his wobbly feet.
“Welcome home Richard!”
He heard her voice, saw her walking in Isabella right on her heels, she stood there with Lucetta, Camilla’s daughter at her side and the seven foot servant Goliath by her side. Isabella grabs Luci’s hand and they stay back.
Isabella: Wait here princess, Mama needs some alone time with her..friend.
Camilla walks in Ricky tries to smile, be brave but the closer she got the more terrified he got, then when she gets to his face he closes his eyes pressing those eyelids tight. This is it Richard, the curtains, end of play and.
*WHACK*
Hell of a slap set his face on fire, his eyes flew open, it was loud like a gunshot she looked at him, those Sicilian eyes in blaze.
Cammie: ..you bastard. I was so worried!
As sudden as the slap she grabs him in for a violent kiss, taking a bit too long to let him go.
Luci: EHH. You plan on sucking his whole face off or what?
By this time Nico, who still refused to open a door for himself, had sneaked out of the door Ricky left open.
Nico: Who’s missed Uncle Nico?!
He steps up arms wide open and Lucetta eyed up and down at him.
Luci: Not hugging you until you put on a shirt.
Meanwhile, Ricky is recovering from the shock, and Camilla pats Ricky on the head.
Camilla: Look. I’m proud of you. But if you ever up and leave without telling me again, your next match you’ll be announced as Miss Rachel Rhodes. Understand?
He gulps.
Ricky: Yes ma’m. Did you see my match though, did you see me, did you?
He was like a little kid trying to impress his parents, so proud of his match beaming like a billion bucks.
Camilla: Er... I missed most of it, you know, down to having a minor seizure at seeing you halfway across the FUCKING WORLD... but er... I saw you won. I promise I’ll watch your match with Lollipop much more closely, okay? Oh, and... watch out for bricks.
Nico: Oh hey Auntie Cam, guess what?!
Ricky: Nico…
Nico swoops in like a vulture, slapping a hand on Ricky’s shoulder.
Nico: Richard here, was dead certain on the way over that you were gonna have him whacked for walking out on you!
Ricky: Look, I wasn’t..
Cammie: WHAT?! REALLY?!
Ricky: Nico’s just lying like usual, I never actually thought you would..
Camilla glares at him which makes Ricky go louder.
Ricky: BESIDES THE WHOLE LEAVING WAS HIS IDEA! HE CAME UP WITH THE IDEA TO GO TO RENO! IT WAS HIM, IT WAS NICO ALL ALONG!
Nico: Bro..
His voice was deep with disappointment.
Nico: ..you know snitches get stitches right, ending up in ditches and all that.
Isabella can’t hide the fact that she’s giggling like an idiot.
Isabella: let’s go inside. Vincenzo, the bags please.
Vincenzo obliges, causing Nico to glare at him as he walks in, he was a Pazzini too, dammit. Ricky took a moment as the others walked in to thank his lucky stars, when suddenly he felt a crunching pain in his nether regions. Yelping, he looked down to see Lucetta Pazzini.
Luci: You hurt my mom again, I’ll put you in a damn ditch myself.
The daughter of his girlfriend turned and walked off, damn fucking proud of herself. The massive servant Goliath who had stood silent through all this finally spoke up.
Goliath: and I’ll help, with pleasure.
When everyone else had gone in Ricky sighed out.
Ricky: There’s no place like home.
He says as he limps in a bit gingerly.