05-20-2014, 03:51 PM
Paolo Mancini was sitting inside a restaurant looking at a menu while he waited for the other person he was eating with. The person he was waiting for was his father, Nicolo Mancini, as they were going to discuss the result of the message they had sent to the Yakuza last night. Paolo hadn’t told his father his choice to become a professional wrestler, but their dinner meeting would give him the chance. He knew his old man was going to be pissed and probably curse a dozen ways over, but it didn’t matter to him as he was going to live his dream one way or another.
Nicolo: Paolo my son, how are you doing this fine day?
Paolo saw his father standing at the opposite end of the table, his father looked like an older version of him. The other difference was his eye color and skin tone, which looked like his mother’s. He got up and hugged his father.
Paolo: Good, it’s nice to see you.
Nicolo: I am glad to see your uncle’s shenanigans haven’t caused you to get gray hair…yet.
Paolo: Did Frankie tell you what happen the other day?
Nicolo: You mean the part about your uncle taking you to one of our prostitution houses for a threesome.
Yes he did and don’t worry I cleared the air with your uncle, he is ban for life from going their again. We can’t have family members taking advantage of our business operations.
Paolo: Speaking of operations, it looks like the Yakuza is backing out their meth dealings.
Nicolo: For now at least that Japanese trash needs to understand what happens when you cross the line and try to cut into Mafia territory. I assume you got a good long rest, going on a run like that can be stressful.
Paolo: I am fine father.
Waiter: Gentleman, I will be your waiter for this evening. Would you like anything to drink to get you started off?
Nicolo: I will have a glass of red wine.
Paolo: Just some water for now.
Waiter: Very well
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Later in the dinner
Nicolo: Your brother told me to tell you hello and that he has a new job opportunity you might want to take. I know you been used to doing various odd jobs for the family business, but I think it would good if you have an actual solid place in the organization once I step down. Your brothers like to run a tighter operation when comes to workers than I do.
Paolo: Father…I don’t think that would necessary.
Nicolo: You’re right; you and he have always have butted heads. I sure will be able to find you something to do once that time comes.
Paolo: No, that’s not what I meant. I have found a new job and I want to ask for some time off to get settle in.
Nicolo: Oh, what is your new job?.
Paolo: A professional wrestler.
Nicolo: A what?
Paolo: A pro-wrestler, Uncle Louie helped me find a federation that was looking for people to hire and luck be a lady tonight because I got in.
Nicolo: Like hell you are, your part of the mafia not some thong wearing idiot.
Paolo: For one they aren’t thongs, they are trunks. Second I don’t care if I part of mafia anymore, I am happy with this new change in my life.
Nicolo: You’re willing to abandon everything your grandfather and I have built? I thought you had pride in what your family!
Paolo: Look I am being ungrateful for what you and grandfather did to provide for this family, but I am in my mid 20’s and not a child anymore. Look I am your fifth son and what have I been given for my birthright, a bunch shitastic odd jobs.
Nicolo: So last night wasn’t exciting enough because based on Frankie description of the job, it sounded like you had like riot!
Paolo: Yeah the first time in like 6 months, I don’t get enough of the jobs that gets my blood pumping. I only get them, when those brothers of mine are too busy waiting for you to kick the bucket and take over.
Nicolo: DON”T YOU DARE SPEAK ILL WILL OF YOUR FAMILY!
Paolo: Why because I am being honest, face facts father your other sons don’t care about you. When was the last time that they visited you or momma, I am the only who visit her when she’s by herself. Hell I don’t even get to see you since your too busy taking care of those self-serving bastards; I think this is the face one and one we had in six months.
Nicolo: I am trying to keep this ship going and not crash into an iceberg you son of a bitch!
Paolo: DON’T YOU DARE CALL HER THAT! JUST BECAUSE SHE THE NEWEST IN THE LONG LINE OF WIVES YOU HAD OVER THE YEARS DOESN’T MAKE ANY LESS IMPORTANT THAN THOSE WHORE!
Nicolo: Leave….just leave because I do something I regret. And don’t want to your fucking face till you realize this foolish fantasy of yours isn’t worth it.
Paolo got up and walked stone face…never looking back.
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Outside
Paolo notice a familiar car park outside the restaurant and his best friend and senile old uncle waiting for him.
Frankie: We figure you might want some people to back you up while you are on the road.
Paolo: Thanks.
Paolo got in the shotgun position as they drove to the nearest hotel to stay the night, his father wouldn’t probably let him stay at the penthouse they had in Detroit.
Louie: God damn fool needs to learn to let it go….now let’s get you that freeway I promised you. Course I don’t know I how I am going to accomplish that since most of these roads are publicly funded.
Paolo: God dammit uncle.
Both he and Frankie began to laugh as Louie at first confused by it, decided to join in. Paolo knew tomorrow was the day he was going to come out of shadow of the family business and begin a journey that promised both thrills and spills. [/color]
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