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Date Posted: 12:25:50 12/24/00 Sun
{The camera fades in as a yellow 2001 Ferrari speeds past us, kicking up dirt that blacks out the screen for a second. When the screen clears we find ourselves looking out at the docks of the harbourfront in New York. In the dead of night everything is quiet, too quiet for the city that never sleeps. Suddenly out of no where that same yellow 2001 Ferrari speeds onto a pier, without reducing speed it flies down the pier, and flies off the end diving into the cold harbour water. As it sinks the camera slowly zooms out, as we get farther and farther away from the pier. The camera pans to the left only to see standing directly beside us is a large black man, the name is Muzzolini and he stands about 6'5, at around 267. Dressed in a silk three peice blood red suit, and with a diamond stud ear ring in his left ear. After a moment, we finally realize that we've been watching all of this from his Penthouse. The camera pans behind him only to see a large black marble floored den/entertainment room, with a fire alive within the fireplace on the left hand side wall, and a couple of blood red leather couches alongside the right hand side wall, we notice a large entertainment system(consisting of a huge screen T.V., a dvd player, cd played, all the fine stuff) in the far left hand corner of the room. We hear a couple of giggling as the camera pans over to the right hand corner of the room only to see two beautiful black women, relaxing in a hot tub, with only the bubbles from the water covering them up, both are laughing and talking as we can tell they are very happy. The camera pans back to Muzzolini who lifts a glass of Hennessy to his lips with his left hand, as his sleeves drops down slightly we noticed a completely diamond plated rolex hanging from his wrist. Muzzolini finishes his drink and looks back out the glass wall/window of the apartment as he addresses the camera, in a cold, arrogant and calm voice.}
Muzzolini: The GXW. Welcome to my world, fast cars, death, too much money, beautiful b*tch's, and a monster. The muthaf*ckin monster is standing before you, I AM A PROBLEM. The GXW... you now have the worst problem you have ever faced. There is no solution to me, there is no stopping me. How do you take care of business, when your competitor is killing you regardless? You can't. I don't give a f*ck if this is the first time some of yall have seen me. It will never be the last, and a muthaf*cka like me, yall never forget. I don't give a f*ck who you are, what you've accomplished, who you know, where you piss, where you sh*T, cuz nothin about any of you matters to me, your lives mean SH*T TO ME! I will never show fear, because I HAVE NONE. I only ask of yall one small feat, one small favor... one thing that no one has ever been able to accomplish in this biz. The wrestlin biz, everywhere I go, something, someone manages to bring my other life into this one. You want to mix your world of the GXW with my world I've already introduced you to? Fine. Do it, but remember I ain't no muthaf*ckin PIMP... cuz they refrain from f*ckin violence... what I am?? Yall will find out soon enough.
{As he pauses, we see red and blue lights reflect on his face, as the camera pans back down to the pier, where police cars, fire engines and ambulances have arrived. We hear the snap of a lighter, as the camera pans back to Muzzolini who has started to puff on a thick cuban cigar, as he releases clouds of smoke from between his lips, he looks back at the women and a small smirk passes over his face for a second. Muzzolini takes the cigar in his right hand as he lets a cloud of smoke escape his lungs and rise up into the air before continuing.}
Muzzolini: On tuesday I have been scheduled to f*ck UP Julian Caan. Julian, we know each otha, shiiit, we were even a damn tag team once. Your that simple pretty boy who needs to stick to f*ckin modelin and let tha real men play tha real games. Your just a simple muthaf*cka... we both know you got less chance of walkin away from this than Rodman has with playin ball wit Carmen Electra again. Tha reality is your sh*t isn't even close to mine, never has, never will be.
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