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Fontanna · **08-18-2015, 03:11 PM**

Marco De Angelo the criminal overlord of New Jersey sat quietly in his usual spot at Chickie's & Pete's seafood restaurant. His lobster sits untouched and his glass of Johnnie Walker Blue Blended Scotch sits warming and untouched on the table. How could he have been so fucking stupid to trust those ass clowns to rob a Casino correctly. One simple goal...get in...get the money...and get the fuck out without tripping the alarm! Something his team had done thousands of times but some how fuck it up on the biggest score of his long greedy career! He should have called in the Diego Twins. Yeah they where dirty spic fuckers but they where flawless criminals. They would have been in and out before anyone knew the front door opened. But no...he goes with Michael Fontanna and his crew of half wits and junkies! Now they sit in county lock up awaiting the slew of FBI agent's honing in on Jersey, and Marco is left holding the smoking gun and only having a few hours to distance himself from this whole botched ordeal. That's when his phone rang...

What do you mean we have a problem!! His fucking kid is there!!! Bring him to me right fucking now!

Freddy couldn't believe this crap was happening in his life again! He finally escapes the wrath of his mother and has the life he has always dreamed about and now he sits in the back of a Lincoln Town Car with a black bag covering his face and his hands tied so tight behind his back that he was beginning to lose feeling in them. Heading towards only God knows where, but probably his certain death! He could feel his heart leaping from his young chest cavity as the Lincoln pulled to a stop. Freddy get's ripped from the backseat and tossed over someone's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The smell of fish was burning the nose of Freddy, which made him think...

Oh GOD! They are going to tie bricks to my feet and toss me in the ocean! So this is how it's gonna end...

His panic was interrupted however when the black bag was removed from his head and he was sitting in front of famed gangster Marco De Angelo. A man that Freddy only knew from TV but never in a million years thought he would ever be sitting in front of him. He certainly wasn't ready to find out that his father had been working for the guy all this time.

Do you know who I am?

Yes sir. I have seen you on TV before.

Marco whispered into one of his henchman's ear before turning his attention back to Freddy...

Well by now you probably seen what happened at the Tropicana today am I right?

Yes sir but I'm really quite confused by the whole thing! I thought my dad got his money from the tables.

I would imagine it's quite shocking to learn your father is a crook. Well I need your help with something ok?

Freddy felt like Marco was going to stair a hole through him as he nodded his head yes...

Franklin Anderson had fifteen years on the force before he was promoted to chief of the New Jersey Organized Crime Force or the NJOCF division as most call it. In all his years on the force he had never seen anyone as cold and ruthless as Marco De Angelo. The man that sawed a woman's newborn baby in half just to make a point. Frank had made it his life's work to capture and bring to justice Marco and the whole De Anglo family. He had never been as close as he is at this very moment to stop the high profile crime boss! Michael Fontanna sits with his head bowed at a long wooden table, his hands chained to the desk like he was some sort of animal. Frank walks in shuffling through a stack of papers before sitting in the empty seat across the table from Michael...

I hope you are being treated well Mr. Fontanna?

Go to hell with your pleasantries and get to the fucking point!

Well I want to know what happened at the Tropicana today?

Obviously you have some sort of idea what went down or I wouldn't be sitting in this fucking chair now would I?

Look the FBI will be here at any moment. They will take over this investigation and anything that I can do for you will be off the table!

Fuck you and your deal! I didn't do shit and I will take my chances with those FBI cunts! Now if you want to talk to me anymore then get me my fucking lawyer!

Franklin Anderson shakes his head as he excuses himself from the table. Knocks on the locked door and motions they are complete...

Just so you know. Your son has been missing since we arrested you. I wonder who has him?

Michael Fontanna looks up with tears in his eyes, fearing the worse for his boy, as we fade out.

Game Girl has brought my loyalties into question. She thinks that because I super kicked my "friend", and I use that term lightly, that I will turn my back on the XWF. Well let me explain something to you sweetheart. What I did to Cj Sharpe a few weeks ago was strictly a business decision that had to be made. The McGovernator sent me an offer the day before that just couldn't be ignored. You see this world is kept moving from the power of money and respect and The Dangerous Alliance offered both of those things! So I did the only sane move I could make at that moment and kick Cj Bitch in his mouth and align myself with the future of this company!

Which brings me to Vinny and his bitch squad from the CCWF an organization that has been defunct for a very long time. Now with all this IWGP nonsense they are trying to Incorporate, I feel like they already know they have lost this war and are grasping for straws! Let this be a warning to you

...Intervene in my match this week and I will be forced to return the favor! Me and Gilly did the unthinkable and got on the same page. I got his back and he has got mine! Come fuck with us CCWF, I fucking DARE YOU!

By the way Game Girl you probably don't remember my match from Relentless because I kicked Thundercunt's ass in record time! You should do yourself a favor and go back and watch that match again, because I plan on doing twice the damage to you that I did to him! I know you have stupid stuff up your sleeve that can trip me up, as I have never fought a fictional video game character before, but I assure you little girl that I will be more then prepared come Wednesday night!

Iris Oppenheimer I have no fucking clue what you're talking about in your promo's! Talent relations this talent relations that...you make no fucking sense. I'm going to enjoy messing up that pretty face of yours. By the time I get through with you, you're going to play hell getting a job anywhere let alone here where the big boys play! It's real cute though watching you think you're equal to the men around here. Bitch you aren't even on that cunt Ginger's level! Call me when you actually show me you can wrestle! One question...Do you think blood stains will come out of that pretty little dress you wear? Anyway...see you on Wednesday you two bit whore!

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