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Bronx Bombers smiter, AKA the italian guy
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Date Posted: 10:37:34 01/05/02 Sat
*The Scene opens up like we're strait out of the Godfather. We have a shot of 5 men around a poker table, playin cards. All men speak with a heavy..and i mean heavy italian accent. Why they are here, is still unkown. Why one of these men brutally attacked Bronx Bomber has yet to be determined. Why Sean Ferguson is still called sexiest man alive...also a mystery. Why Fabuloso Felipe Romero..etc. All of the men are dressed up in suits, but without the jackets on. The collars are a little bit undone. 2 of them are smoking stogies. One of the men, the Italian Guy that destroyed Bronx Bombers career as it may seem, is racking up the money. The other players are seemingly getting stressed, and time and time again don't see the italian man as he sneaks cards in and out of his sleave. We move in, and begin to hear their conversation*
The Guy who destroyed Bomber: So how bout 'dem yankees huh? ah?
Mobster 1: Fogetta about dem yankees! HOw bout da mets?
The Guy Who Destroyed Bomber: DA METS?! DA METS?! SHUDDA UPA YOU FACE!
Mobster 1: But vinny..
Vincent Capelle: It's Mr. Capelle to ju cappish?
Mobster 1: I was just sayin..
*The other 3 mobsters beat up the one mobster relentlessly, as soon as the man is unconscious, they drag him into a backroom, put him in the closet, and shut the door. They all quickly come back to see that all their cards were re-arranged into losing hands*
Joey: Hey..Mr. Capelle..how come my cards are different, did somebody cheat?
Vincent Capelle (visibly angered): Joey..how could ja..I..I thought you were better than that..i thought..i thought ju knew me betta den dat...How ..How dare you make such wild accusations..
*Vincent lifts up the table and flips it over. He reveals he had a baseball bat under the table. He grabs it and weilds it. Joey can do nothing but stand there. Vito and Johnny just stand to the side*
Vincent Capelle: Come here..come here my good freind. yes thats it. I won't hurt ya, badly..Look here son, you know who i am, am i right?
Joey: Your my boss, Vinny Capelle
*Capelle grabs the bat and rams it into the gut of Joey. Joey kneels over in pain, and Capelle swings the bat over and cracks him over the back. Joey hits the floor like a sack of bricks. Capelle continues to bash him with the bat for a few more moments. Then stops, puts the bat over his shoulder, and begins to tighten his grip on the bat..over and over again*
Vincent Capelle: You damn right Ima your boss, and you gotta learn..ju dont cross da boss. and its vincent capelle to you!
*Capelle aims the bat, and takes a huge swing at hits Joey in the ribs..You can hear them shatter. Everyone cringes except Capelle. Capelle smiles sadisticly, and points the bat towards Johnny and Vito*
Vincent Capelle: Let dis be alesson to yas, now get ridda dis piece a trash.
*The two remaining mobsters grab the body that was Joey. They drag him to the back room, and into the closet. They pile his body on top of the other one. They close the closet door behind him, then the backroom door. They slowly walk back to their boss, hoping not to be the next ones. Suddenly the phone rings, and the mobsters with the tension already in the air almost jump at the sound of the phone*
Vincent Capelle: Answer da fuckin phone Johnny. And if its da wife, I'm not here. She dont like me hangin around here she wants me to getta real job.. that broad scares the hell outtame so dont let her know im hea and you wont die..cappish?
*All they do is nod. Johnny walks over to the phone and picks it up*
Johnny: Hello? Oh hey boss. Ya sura hes right hea.
*Hands the phone to Capelle*
Johnny: It's Uncle Salvatore.
Vincent Capelle (talking in the phone yelling because thats what italians do on the phone): UNCLE SALVATORE! HOW ARE YA?! GREAT! yah? ya kiddin? hold one second then i will be wit ju.
*Puts his hands on the phone and talks to Johnny and Vito*
Vincent Capelle: boys, go get da limo and wait in it till i'm done here, I got some...business to take care of.
*The men walk away and out of the basement of the pizza restaurant. Vincent waits till hes sure they're gone then begins to talk again. There is a voice over for Uncle Salvatore*
Vincent Capelle: Sorry about dat boss, what do you need?
Uncle Salvatore: Because yoa doing me a good favor like dis, about doing the HWA, and letting me do business through you to da wrestlers, I'm going to do youa favor. I told jour wife that you are gonna to be in Aruba for a little while on business, she bought it.
Vincent Capelle: That's a tremendous favor! now when im doin the HWA broads i dont gotta hea none a her bullshit.
Uncle Salvatore: You've done good for me in da past Vinny so I'm sending ju some real help. The Guy's name is Frankie, that is all ju need t oknow right now. He's good, not as good as ju, but betta den da rest.
Vincent Capelle: Thank you sir, thank you.
Uncle Salvatore: While you're there try to bring home some gold. Your as skilled as a fighter as i neva seen. You bust some heads ova der. I gotta go Vinny, I got some ziti right hea that needs to be eaten. Good Luck my good freind. Don't screw this up, or it will be your last time..cappish?
Vincent Capelle: Cappish..*click*
*Capelle hangs the phone up and just smiles*
Vincent Capelle: Now i get to bust some heads in the hwa..dis is gonna be fun...almost as fun as last night, when i busted that no good Bronx bomber. He thinks hes from brooklyn, he thinks hes a tough guy, well i showed him. There's a new man in town, and he dont take no shit from nobady. So Ace Shocker, get ready to be placed on your death bed. I'm going to hunt you down like the livestock ju are..cappish?
*Capelle wakes up from his mini trance, and walks over to the table. He puts the table back up. He grabs an air freshener, and opens the backroom door, throws the air freshener in. He walks up the stairs, closing the downstairs door behind him. He sees Tony, the restaurant owner, and walks toward him*
Vincent Capelle: Tony Tony Tony..my good freind..my sincerest apologies for the mess we left down stairs, I will clean it up after in finish some business that i gotta get taken care of for da boss.
Tony: FOGETTA ABOUT IT! I will clean da mess, you go ahead and do whatcha gotta do
Vincent Capelle: You're a class act my freind..class act. arrivederci!
*Vincent leaves the store. He opens the limo door, and closes it. The scene fades into the black paint job of the limo*
OOC: I just wanted to let ya know, I will be getting better on my Brooklynese, so please imput is needed so i can get better. thanks a lot.
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