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Date Posted: 21:43:41 12/19/00 Tue
{Static hits the screen as a second passes before a black screen fades in. Suddenly in the background we hear painful wimpering of a human, followed by a viscious voice telling the person to shut up. We hear a slight wimper of pain followed by the sound of metal hitting flesh. Suddenly down across the black screen runs a crimson colored fluid... the thickness of the fluid sticks to the screen as after a moment the fluid dry's onto the black screen as we see the black screen with a tint of darkened crimson within it. We hear forced mumbling, as if a man was talking with his mouth covered. Again the viscious voice reponds to the mumbling, as we hear the voice yell "Shut tha f*CK UP!" A short mumble is heard when a very familiar voice is heard making the order to "slice him" and within that very second the screen the blade of a knife appears, slicing through the middle of the screen, causing that same crimson fluid to flow from the slice in the black screen, a loud groan in pain is heard in muffled form. As the red begins to dry a quick black hand appears in the screen pushing the black/redish screen, as the hand disappears from the screen so to does that black/redish screen, as infront of us we see black pinstriped suit pants. The camera zooms out to see Chris Powers tied up to a chair laying on his back with duck tape on his mouth and a bloody left side of his face, along with a slice in the right side of his chest. His head sits at the base of Muzzolini's feet who stands over the former owner of the CEW dressed in a black pinstriped six peice suit, with a diamond stud earring in his left ear, he looks down at the fallen Powers with the look of cold anger in his eyes only the most dangerous of men in this world can portray. The camera pans out even more, revealing the setting, one hanging light above the two men, with a black stretch limo in the distance behind Muzzolini. All of this in a dark and damp burned out warehouse. In the distance you can hear the sounds of water drops and scurrying mice every now and then. Muzzolini puts his left leather gucci shoe on the side of Powers face as he looks down at the man who returned at Icestorm...}
Muzzolini: Who tha f*ck do you think you are? Comin in, tryin to run my show... you think you can F*CK WIT ME?? Who was it you called in to help your ass over and over again, who was it that you called to protect your ass over and over again... now you turn on me because ya heart can't bare to see anotha muthaf*cka runnin tha CEW?? Did you really think it'd be just that easy??
{Powers begins to mumble something through the tape but is abrubtly shut up as Muzzolini rubs his shoe into Powers face, in turn rubbing Powers face into the ground... After a second of this Powers stops mumbling and Muzzolini takes his foot off of Powers face as he continues to talk.}
Muzzolini: What did you think... that AC's words were true? That if he beat me I'd be in the gutter forever, that I'd just lay down and die, sit there in dispare and fade away? {He looks up towards the camera as Powers continues to lay at his feet.} It isn't that easy to kill this nigga... see tha plan was simple, get control of tha company, then get tha belt. And a muthaf*cka was on his way to doin that sh*t. Then Weich stepped in, then AC steps in, then this muthaf*cka at my feet steps in, all thinkin that by reducin my ownership, my power, and by cheating, themselves, to get past me, it was gonna make me switch up and b*tch up. That I was just gonna leave... looks like yall THOUGHT WRONG! Powers is the first one, he's the first one to outta tha three of you thats gonna recieve a muthaf*ckin punishment for comin at me... Weich will be next... then... AC. Forget about savin tha CEW... now it's time to save your lives. This muthaf*cka by my feet ain't a wrestler... he's an exec. Weich your tha same. Once I'm done with you two, I have tha CEW back... and then AC you will be the lone ranger wit out tanto... sh*t you won't even have ya trusty horse silver. It'll be you alone, no f*ckin refs, execs, friends, none of them will be there to save you. Just like no one will be here to save this muthaf*cka. AC... you wanna see gutter sh*T??
{Muzzolini pulls out a 9mm glock from the left side of his suit jacket. With his right hand steadily holding it, he points it down and straight at the head of Chris Powers... a scared Powers begins to wimper, as tears fill his eyes, seeing his life flash before his life(atleast thats what they say happens before you die) a second later we hear a loud blast... the camera blacks out for a second(censors) then reappears with Chris Powers laying with his eyes closed motionless as we see blood running from the left side of his head. Muzzolini lets out a distgustingly arrogant laugh, as if he really doesn't give a f*ck, as if he could do that without caring about another humans life, he sets the 9mm back inside his suit jacket as he looks down on Chris Powers, while talking to the camera.}
Muzzolini: Look at that b*tch muthaf*cka, passed out, fainted... {Muzzolini laughs to himself in disgust for Powers fear, then continues.} All I did was skim his ear wit a f*ckin bullet. A f*ckin flesh wound, a paper cut would've hurt more. The fact is, I ain't above finishin this muthaf*cka off... but tha time and tha place ain't right. Sh*t, it could be at Thrill... but I'm tha one that'll make that decision.
{Muzzolini spits on Powers chest, then motions to someone behind the camera. A moment later a large black man dressed in a black suit appears from behind us. As Muzzolini reaches inside his suit jacket and pulls out a cuban cigar with a match book, the man unties Powers from the chair he was tied from. Muzzolini lights a match off of Powers forehead in the process of lighting his cigar, while the large man takes Powers back to the limo. Muzzolini continues to puff on his cigar, seemingly enjoying every puff, while Powers is carried to the limo in the distance behind Muzzolini and dumped in the trunk once again. Muzzolini looks back at the limo as the large black man closes the trunk and gets in the drivers seat of the limo, closing the door behind him. Muzzolini takes one last puff on his cigar before letting a cloud of smoke rise into the damp air and continuing to speak.}
Muzzolini: So the main event has been set, Phobos, Gaspar... Icestorm is a memory, your futures is the opposite of those memories. You step in the ring with a re-focus Muzzolini. You step into the ring, awaiting to be casualties. Phobos, your nothing without that belt, son, go back to doin commercials for Mountain Dew. Go back to your lil' circus of muthaf*ckaz... Gaspar, you've f*cked things up in the past for me. Bein an annoyance durin tha entire time I had tha CEW in my grasp... Now you get re-paid in FULL for those actions. Gaspar, Phobos, you both started beef with me, kept it comin, then came at muthaf*ckaz I ran wit. You started somethin you can't finish, you tried to take sh*t to another level... at MY EXPENSE! Now, I do the same. You both become involved, you both become targets... tha sh*t between us gets finished. Gaspar... your rising star gets shot tha f*ck down, and Phobos, son, your gonna continue to fall, continue to sink till your six feet under breathin dirt.
{Muzzolini takes a short puff on his cigar, as he lets out a short stream of smoke into the camera as he turns his back to us and begins to walk towards the limo. Muzzolini takes a couple steps, then stops and turns towards the camera as it comes closer to him so he can speak.}
Muzzolini: Oh, and Jeremy Hunter... don't threaten me, Kon or any other muthaf*cka wit usin firearms when you ain't ready to deal wit us on THAT street level, son your more equipped for Barney and Friends than dealing wit us on that kinda level... Hunter, stick to wrestlin... alright skippy?? As for Gaspar and Phobos... Incase yall forgot, when I'm done wit you two, I'm gonna spit, SHIT and HIT each of YA GIRLZ CLIT OVA YA GRAVES!
{With an arrogant smirk on his face Muzzolini turns his back to us and continues puffing on his cigar as he calmly walks back to the limo with a cold, arrogant swagger in his walk... He continues to walk towards limo as the smoke rises above him and the camera slowly fades out to black.}
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