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Vincent Altieri · (09-23-2013)

"Vincent. Vacation is over. We need you to collect at the corner of maple.

Vincent has been laying low for the last several days just to enjoy some quiet time. He's been working hard nonstop for the 'family' since a young boy and it's the first time he has taken a break. The first break is short-lived. Within a few days at the beach, he's been called by the family to collect some capital and to fight on Monday Madness. It's not ideal to do two jobs in the same day, but like he always says, "it's business, what can you do?" Vincent gets on the phone with someone on his drive to take care of business.

"Yeah. I'm in a tag team match with a man named Mr. Radio as my partner. Opponents? That princess Hunter Payne and some idiot named Shawn Steele. The kid thinks he's hot stuff now he's with a group called The Brotherhood. It's all the same, though. There's always a weak link in a team and I guess Steele was chosen to be the little Tim on the team. I'm not too worried about the kids. I've met tougher pre-teens than these two girls.

Hunter is a little bitch who doesn't have any balls left. Shawn is the fat kid that finally got picked to play dodgeball by a top team. They're both girls who just had their virginity taken away by the popular quarterback, and they're just all giggly. I'm not worried. I'm just not sure what to think about my partner. I'm getting paid either way, and that's fine by me. I guess it wouldn't hurt just to work with this guy and finish these two off.

I'm pulling up at Maple. Let me collect, and call you later.

Vincent arrives at the location for a racket to collect. It looks abandoned like someone had closed up shop and skipped town. Vincent just stands there looking annoyed that he's going to have to search for this idiot who thinks he can just run away and he'll never be found. It's a guess he's never read about the mafia before to do this sort of thing. It could be that he just hopes they'll ignore it and move on to someone else. Maybe he thinks he's the one to beat the system and get free, like in Shawshank Redemption. Regardless of what the runaway thought about, it has annoyed Vincent because he has to do extra work for the same amount of return pay.

He takes out a piece of gum from his pocket and pops in his mouth with a little side smirk on his face. He turns to his car like he's going to leave, but turns back around and kicks the wood that has "KEEP OUT" spray painted on it that's blocking the front entrance. He walks in the dark building and it looks like it's been robbed. There's trash and papers everywhere. Shelves have been tipped over and a lot of things have been destroyed by a bat or something similar.

Apparently someone had seen Vincent break in and notified the cops of someone trespassing. Vincent hears the sirens getting closer but doesn't leave. He continues to look around and observe various things to get clues. He hears a man yell,

"Freeze! It's the police! Put your hands on your head and turn around slowly."

He turns without putting his hands on his head. The officer notices Vincent and recognizes who he is. The officer places his gun back in his holster and starts to walk out of the building. He radios in,

"It's clear."

The policeman drives off while Vincent continues to sort out the big mess.

After a few hours of sifting through everything, he picks up his cell as he leaves the building to get back in his car to make a call.

"Easy find. So, what's the collect?"

"Sixty-Five. Large."

"Sixty-five large with some points."

"Done. See you soon."

Vincent drives off from the location and begins the hunt for the one who owes quite a bit of money to the family. After several hours of searching, he realizes it's getting close to preparing for Madness. He decides to postpone the search and heads out for his match.

As he arrives to the arena and gets in the building, he's caught by Steve Sayors.

"Mr. Altieri. May I get a word with you about tonight's match?"

Vincent looks annoyed that he would come up to him, but decides to give some last words to his opponents.

"I've heard enough of these daises walking around here and talking like they own some sort of prize already. Hunter's balls are in Joy's hands, Steele is a giggly bitch, and my partner toy you wind up and shit gets annoying quick. I don't care who my partner is or who my opponents are. The fact is I'm here to collect and do what I do, put people on ice. Now, of course, I can't exactly do that or some lawsuit might happen, but I can do damage.

Let's get some things straight. First you, Shawn. You talked so much about being a part of The Brotherhood, but forget who the hell is standing in front of your way to staying with the Brotherhood. You think they're gonna keep a princess like you around? They needed people, bodies, to accomplish what Duke and Griffin want. The end of The Black Circle and John Madison. Period. I don't blame their thoughts or ways. Hell, it's a smart thing. They take girls like you, ask them to join their cause, and you start to build up your pride like you mean a damn thing to them and this company. Let make this is easy for you to understand. They need people. If John Madison were in a limo and you were all around, they'd throw you in front just to get the driver to stop so they could kick John's ass. You're a pawn. In that sense, I actually want to say bravo to the smarts of Duke and Griffin. You guys know how to play a bitch, and Shawn is dumb enough to be one.

I've heard you. Hell, we've all heard you cry. That time of the month? I've main evented, tear. I deserve to be a champion, tear. I want my television title shot, tear. Tear after tear after tear. The fact is, Shawn, that your little girl tea party is about to be over. What happens when your ass gets handed to you tonight and then in the television title match? Then what value do you have to the Brotherhood? The. Same. Fucking. Value. You've. Always. Had. To. Them. A number, except they'll start to realize you're hurting them more than you are helping.

What would be smart for you, Shawn, is to forget about the Extreme Revolution boys. Forget about the success of Rebel, Duke, and Griffin. Forget about the Black Circle and the Congregation. And forget about the possibility of you being something great in this company or any other company for that matter. The reality is going to set in for you very soon and I'll be the guy that says the annoying phrase, "I told you so."

Just because I haven't appeared lately doesn't mean I'm never around. It means I'm a busy man with things happening outside this place. Don't worry, though. I'll be there tonight and do what I need to do.

The fact of the matter is I'm here and I'm ready to kick your ass and shut you up. You're the annoying kid nobody wants to start a conversation with because you use all the hot air in the damn room. When you do talk, you must have tissues nearby because of all the crying you do. It reminds of me a old wrestler named Raven. He always bitched. "What about me? What about Raven?" Who gives a fuck. Get in there, fight, and do your job.

Now, to your partner. The lovely princess, Hunter. Wins and losses happen. It's a part of life. It seems your partner is more excited that you beat me two weeks ago than you are. Two weeks ago, Hunter, you got me. It's a different day and it's going to be a different ending, and that I promise. If anyone out there is a betting person, then I would put money on Vincent Altieri in this match because I'm going to get the job done.

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