Post by Allen Guiliano on Jan 31, 2010 16:22:21 GMT -5
The scene opens with a casually dressed Allen Guiliano grabs a black gym from the carpeted floor of his Atlantic City hotel room and quickly unzips it. He makes his way over to a closet, pulling the doors open and removing a hanger that contains one of his finest black, pinstriped suits. He carefully lays it across the couch and heads back into the closet, removing a set a freshly polished wingtip shoes a pair of bundled dress socks. Guiliano sets the shoes on the floor under the suit and once again reaches into the closet, this time revealing a white linen dress shirt that soon joins the suit on the couch. Before returning to the open closet doors for more articles of clothing, he grabs one of the straps on the gym bag and drags it over, filling it with his usual wrestling gear and fresh pairs of underclothes, socks, t-shirts, and shorts. The Italian checks the now empty closet making sure he didn't leave any stray items behind, pulling the closet doors shut and zipping up the gym bag before tossing it near the door of his suite.
Guiliano glances over the room and takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, the anticipation of the evening's event now starting to get to him. The small daily calendar that sits on the top of the television reveals a large “31” as he peels back the page marking the previous day. He checks his watch before starting to making his way back into the bedroom, grabbing a towel and removing his shirt, tossing it atop his packed gym bag before disappearing into the bathroom. A rush of water can be heard from inside the room as the camera remains outside, but it is soon interrupted by a rapping at the door. Guiliano curses under his breath and pushes the door to the bathroom open, heading towards the door of his room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He checks the peephole and then cracks the door open slowly, inviting the man standing outside in the hallway inside the room before closing the door behind him. A uniformed hotel employee steps inside the room holding a small cardboard box.
Employee: Mr. Guiliano, this package arrived for you this morning at the front desk from Palermo, Sicily. There was a note attached to the top of it that said it needed to be delivered to you before you checked out this morning. Sorry to disturb you at a time like this, but I knew you would be heading out soon.
Guiliano doesn't say a word, just reopens the door for the employee and he slowly exists as Allen pushes the door shut behind him and sets the box on the coffee table before proceeding back into the bathroom for a shower. The lens zooms in on the box showing the name “Antoni Guiliano” scribbled on the front in black Sharpie marker. The reason for his actual given name on the box is unknown, but the package is instead adorned with a postmark from Palermo, Sicily. A few moments pass for the sound of rushing water from the other room suddenly stops and Guiliano emerges not long after in a t-shirt and a pair of black boxer shorts, quickly buttoning up the white shirt around him as he removes it from the hanger and slipping into his black slacks before styling his hair with a dollop of gel from a small bottle that he removes from his pocket.
After slicking his hair back and establishing his usual look, Guiliano approaches the box and pulls the tape off of it before flipping open the pair of cardboard flaps on the top. He starts to remove the contains from the container and sets it on the table, revealing a picture of an unknown stadium, a webcam, and a tri-folded piece of paper. Guiliano grabs the corner of the paper and flips it open, quickly reading the message inside.
Dear Mr. Guiliano,
You have been an inspiration to the entire town of Palermo with the way you have represented the region of Sicily in the Wrestling Championship Federation. We want you to know that we are behind you 100% and will be rooting for you in your match on Sunday night as you face Logan, Creeping Death, Brad Kane, and Torture for the Championship of the World. We will be broadcasting the event live in the Stadio Renzo Barbera and are expecting a crowd of nearly 37,000.
Do not feel obligated to do this as I know you are a busy man at this time, but I have included a webcam in this package and was hoping you could hook it up to a computer back in the United States and maybe broadcast yourself over the screen at the Stadio Renzo Barbera for a short time to let us all know that you indeed got this package and to let us give you some words of encouragement for your match. We are planning on setting up an account through Skype for you to connect to and the user name that we will be using is on the bottom of this page.
If you are not able to find the time to do this, I understand, but people will be filling the stands very early in the evening just in case you do happen to grace us with a quick message. Just know that not only is Palermo cheering you on this evening, but your entire country is behind you as well. You have made us all proud by representing Italy in the WCF and you are truly a role model and inspiration to not only our young men, but to each and ever citizen.
Sincerely,
Diego Cammarata[/font]
Guiliano raises a brow seeing the paper is signed by the mayor of Palermo. A genuine smile comes over his face as he neatly refolds the letter and places it back in the box, removing the webcam and opening the plastic package that surrounds it, setting it neatly back down on the table. Guiliano slips a cell phone from his pocket and flips it open, quickly dialing seven digits, holding it to his ear and letting it ring, his smile now becoming a sly smirk. After two pulses, someone picks up on the other end.
Hey, its Allen Guiliano......I'm not doing too bad, how about yourself?......Good, glad to hear it. The reason I called is because I have a little favor to ask of you...... Well, I got a package this morning from Palermo and they......Yes, Palermo, Sicily, and they wanted to know if I would use the webcam that they sent me to do a little broadcast into the soccer stadium there in Palermo......Yeah, I thought it sounded cool to and I was wondering if you would be willing to join me and show the people of Italy your face as well......Because I figured they would want to see another one of the superstars in the WCF and not just me, even though it is kind of an event in my honor, but I figured you would make for a great surprise and one hell of a special guest so to speak......Oh, it won't be that bad, you are used to having your face broadcast into millions of homes each and every well......You will be fine! Trust me! I won't even make you talk if you don't want to, I just want to give my fellow citizens a little gift from me to them and you are the most recognizable face in the WCF......No, that wouldn't be Torture, that would be you......Look, if you don't want to do it that's fine, but I think the people of Sicily would love you and be chanting your name to just see your face up on that screen back in Palermo......I need a yes or a no here real quick, I have to check out of this hotel in less than an hour......So you'll do it?......Hell yes! Alright, I figured we can meet in my locker room and get a computer set up before Ten tonight and do it from there......They are supposed to be setting this up a couple of hours before Ten starts so you will have all kinds of time to do your prep work and get ready before it actually starts......Alright, I will see you in Reading, thanks a million for doing this for me......Have a good one!
Guiliano flips the phone closed and practically jumps up off the couch, throwing his suit jacket over his shoulders and snatching his gym back from the floor. He collects all his loose belongings and tosses them into the gym bag, searching the room one last time, leaving his room key on the coffee table, retrieving the webcam before making his way out the door. He continues down the hallway, his feet barely touching the floor as he makes his way into an elevator and descends down to the main level of the Taj, standing at the doors, rushing through them as the open once again. The WCF superstar drums his fingers on the counter in impatience as the desk clerk prints out paperwork that needs to be signed to confirm his checkout. He reaches over the counter and plucks pen from the pocket of the desk clerk and quickly scribbles his signature on the appropriate lines, rushing through the revolving door and out into the cold New Jersey air. A vehicle is waiting for him and the driver is waiting with the passenger's side door held open as he quickly tosses his gym bag in first and follows close behind, signaling the driver to pull away as he pulls the door closed himself. The black Cadillac speeds away, making its way into the flow of traffic en route to Reading, Pennsylvania.
The camera is now at the back entrance to The Sovereign Center as the wrestlers lot is about half full of personal vehicles and other means of transportation, such as limousines. The familiar black Cadillac becomes visible as it passes through the security gate and pulls up to the door that leads to the dressing rooms. The driver parks the car and hops out of his door, making his way around to the passenger's side door, opening it for the main eventer that is residing inside. Guiliano steps out with his gym bag thrown over his shoulder and proceeds into the building, glancing around the environment to take in the new surroundings. He shakes his legs out, trying to stretch them out from the long car ride before proceeding down the corridor of doors, trying to find the one that is labeled with his name. He passes the numerous promotional posters with his caricature visible on the front without even noticing as his find is fully focused on getting his webcast up and running. As he continues down the hallway, he nearly reaches the end, finding the room that he is designated to occupy for the day and spots a WCF employee at the end of the hallway.
Hey, I don't know if you are the right person to ask for this, but I need a computer set up in my locker room so I can do a short webcast later on before the event starts. You think you could do that for me or do I need to find someone else?
The employee gives a simple thumbs up, assuring Guiliano that he can make it happen before disappearing behind the black curtain that leads out to the main arena. Allen shrugs and pushes open the door to his dressing room, tossing his gym bag into the cherry wood locker that is now currently bare. He quickly unzips his gym bag and pulls out the wrestling attire that he will wear in tonight's main event; his glossy black boots complete with white laces, his familiar red, white, and green tights, and his black elbow pads and wrist tape. As he organizes his gear in his locker, there is a knock at his door and a WCF employee enters with a laptop computer in tow. He nonchalantly plugs the computer into a nearby outlet and rests it on a table that resides inside the locker room. The employee then proceeds to connect the computer to an internet cable that extends from the wall and turns it on, logging into the computer, making sure the connection is live. Guiliano tosses the webcam onto the table next to the man and watches as he connects the webcam and gets a live feed inside the locker room. Guiliano begins to get giddy knowing that he is just a Skype login away from having his face broadcast live in Palermo. The WCF employee slides out of the chair and exits the room, content with the job he has done and Guiliano begins to sit at the table, relaxing against the chair as he checks his watch in anticipation for his guest.
Moments pass, and then a few more as Guiliano begins to pace the room, checking his watch in about 30 second intervals. He finally gives a deep sigh and sits back down behind the computer, adjusting his tie and readying himself for the appearance he is about to make in front of 37,000 Slickie T supports from his home country. Just as he is about to go live, there is another knock on his door. Guiliano leaps from the chair and raises his arms in celebration as he cracks open the door and sees his surprise to Italy standing outside in the hallway.
PA Announcer (in Italian, but translated to English, of course): Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please...We have received word that Mr. Guiliano will be joining us in just a few moments and will be patching the feed up onto the screen at the north end of the stadium. At this time, please take time to find your seats and make any last minute visits to the restrooms or concession areas. Once again, we have confirmed that Mr. Guiliano will be joining us this evening and will be patching the feed through in approximately 10 minutes. Thank you.
A buzz comes over the crowd as they begin to scurry around the stadium to find their seats and make last minute runs for food and relief. Applause and cheers start to fill the stadium as the Sicilians make their way back into the stadium and soon begin to chant Guiliano's wrestling alias. Once everyone in attendance appears to be seated, the large screen at the Stadio Renzo Barbera turns on and gold numerals on black background begin to countdown from 10. The numbers begin to run off after every second as the crowd prepares for the arrival of their native son. 5...4...3...2...1. “Lake of Fire” begins to play over the speakers in the arena and the face of the all familiar Allen Guiliano appears with his characteristic smile across his lips. The crowd erupts into cheers, chants, and applause. Guiliano slightly lifts his right hand and gives a short wave to his people before getting them to quiet down so that he can speak. A hush falls over the crowd once again as they scoot up to the edge of their seat and hang on his words.[/color]
Diego Cammarata, the citizens of Palermo, and the people if Italy, I am humbled to be asked to appear before you here this evening just hours before the beginning of Ten, and I have only two words for each and every one of you...Thank you! Thank you so very much for asking me to do this and for all the support that you have given to me not only since my return to the ring in the WCF, but also throughout my career as a professional wrestler and also as a professional business owner.
As I prepare for perhaps the biggest match of my career, I could not think of a people group of people to be in front of than the people of Palermo, Sicily. I apologize for the disappointment that I gave all of you back in December, but I promise that I will make it all up for you tonight in Reading, Pennsylvania. The World Title that will be around my waist at the end of the night is not for me, but also for all of my supporters around the globe, including every single one of you that sits in that stadium right now. Once again the colors of Italian will adorn my tights and I cannot wait for those red, white, and green pyros to finally be unveiled after my hand is raised in victory and the WCF World Championship belt is placed around my waist. You are the very reason that I subject myself to the punishment of professional wrestling each and every week and tonight will be the night when all of that hard work, determination, and worth ethic will finally pay off.
I know that all of you are very familiar with the four men that will be stepping into the ring with me this evening; Brad Kane, Creeping Death, Logan, and the current World Title holder, Torture. As bad I was I would like to prove that I am head and shoulders better than each of those previously mentioned individuals, I will settle for pinning just one of them...as long as it is Torture.
The stadium erupts once again at the confidence of Guiliano, beginning a hearty chant of “Slick-ie T” that resonates throughout the stadium and city outside.
Creeping Death, I have nothing more to say to you. Keep living in the past and thinking that you are the reason that I exist in the WCF today, but that simply isn't true. You are past your prime, the WCF has changed, and it seems that you aren't ready to change with it. And that very reason will be your undoing tonight at Ten. The World Titles that you have won in the past mean nothing and your past achievements may mean something to you and to the history books, but mean nothing to this man. Go ahead and claim that I am like every other new wrestler that gets a shot at the WCF Title, keep telling yourself that no one will remember my name in the future, keep believing that you are still the face of this federation. It will make it that much sweeter for me when I prove you wrong and my name is the one that is spoken throughout the Wrestling Championship Federation as one that began the best era in the history of the WCF. After tonight, I will no longer be the future of this organization, I will be the present, and I will lead it to an entirely new level of greatness. Enjoy the run that you had, thre is no doubting it was extremely successful, but all great things must come to an end and January 31 will mark the downfall of Creeping Death.
Logan, there is a mutual respect between us but is appears as if you will not show your face until your music is played and you are summoned down the ramp for the main event at Ten. As I mentioned in promos before tonight, we faced off in two epic battles prior to this evening, and I seemed to have your number. Hopefully I can emerge victorious for a third time over you, but there is no doubt you will not make it easy. We share a common hatred of Torture, as does everyone else in this match, but the two of us seem to be the “good guys” in this five-man main event. Tonight, we will put that mutual respect aside and it will be all for one and one for all. You are a legend in this federation and there is no doubt that you possess a great deal of talent, but your heart and your head seems to be elsewhere as of late. I hope you can get it all put back together and continue your legacy of greatness here in the WCF.
Brad Kane, I suppose I should give credit where credit is due, you are a major reason that I was able to earn a spot in this main event and I thank you for that, but right now the only thing I see you as is another opponent. I respect that fact that you thought I should have been the World Champion at One, an event that I see more prestigious than any other in this federation, but I will not be lulled into a false sense of security and I will not fall into the trap of simply settling for being the pre-match favorite to finally win this title. All it takes is for one man to pin another for the title to change hands and even though you see yourself as having no shat at winning, I would beg to differ. As with any other match in which more than two men are in the ring, I will have to have eyes in the back of my head and not only focus on winning, but also me focused on keeping others from stealing a pin and dashing my hopes yet again. Brad, I respect the hell out of guys like you that go out there and put it all on the lines for the fans, but also keep your family and your personal life in perspective. Perhaps the chance to be the next World Champion has distorted my view of what is important in this business, but until I get to call myself the best in the world, I will continue to have tunnel vision and continue to pursue that strap of leather and gold at the end. Believe me, I want to get my hands on Torture just as bad as you do and I will not settle for anything less than being the one to pin him for the World Title. I don't want to pin you, I don't want to pin CD, and I don't want to pin Logan, I want to pin the current World Champion and leave him no excuses for why he will be facing a six month hiatus for his precious prize. You have more beef with Torture than anyone else and I will gladly let you take that out on him during and even after the match, but do yourself a favor and stay out of my way until that final bell rings. I don't want to give your wife and kids any more reasons to hate me other than the fact that I am a foe instead of friend tonight.
Torture, there isn't much left to say that I haven't already said. Go ahead and start making your excuses, blame karma, blame the beat down that you took at the end of Slam, blame destiny. I don't care, just get them all out of the way before you step through the ropes, because I want to leave no doubt in anyone's mind that I am simply better than you. You got the best of me at One and will forever be remembered for that victory, but I am after you and your title, no matter how bittersweet it may be winning it tonight rather than back in December. As I told Brad Kane, I want to be the one to pin YOU. Anything less would be unsatisfying. You won't have to worry about someone else “stealing” the title by getting a cheap pin or submission against someone other than you, because I will be the one standing toe to toe with you the entire night and making sure you are the one that suffers the loss. I am all about respect and as much as I loathe your very existence and everything that you stand for, I will have the common courtesy to make sure you are the one that loses your title so you cannot put it on someone else and give you a reason to bitch and moan to Seth about how you deserve a title shot within your six month time frame. Lace up those boots and keep reliving the glory of your win that you had back in 2009, because after tonight you will be the one that get's to make that long walk back up the ramp with a little less weight around your waist. This time, I finish what I started, and this time there will be no head games, no getting the last laugh, just a man on a mission that will not fail in his second attempt. Being the nice guy that I am, after you lose, I will leave a set of plane tickets in your dressing room and book a six month stay in one of the world's finest hotels for you so you can enjoy your time off and get your mind off what actually occurred at Ten. You have reigned over and had your way with this federation for far too long. The Slickie T era in the WCF is about to begin and you will be nowhere to be found. Perhaps this is just the beginning to one of the greatest rivalries that the world of wrestling has ever seen, but the current tally stands Torture 1 and Slickie T 0. I plan on evening the score tonight in Reading. With all these fans here in Palermo as my witness...I will not be denied a second time. I have not lost two matches in a row since arriving in this federation and I believe it was Mikami that was the better man last Sunday night in our meeting. That only means one thing and you will be unable to avoid the inevitable. The colors of the red, white, and green went off prematurely at One, this time they will light up the arena for the right reason. Forza Italia...
The stadium in Palermo erupts once again as each of the 37,000 fans finish his sentence simultaneously with a resounding “Mi Amore!”. Guiliano smiles and takes in a deep breath, looking off to the left and giving a thumbs up before turning his attention back to the webcam.
Ladies and gentlemen, I wish I could stay longer but the final hour is approaching and I must go. BUT, before I do, I have a special guest for each and every one of you back in Italy. I know that you all follow each and every wrestler in the WCF and probably have other favorites other than myself, so for that very reason, a man that I consider one of my best friends in the WCF has agreed to speak to you all for a short time before we go live from Pennsylvania. He needs no introduction, as he is the most recognizable face in professional wrestling today, but I will give him a proper one. People of Palermo, please give a warm round of applause for THE most interesting man in the world of sports entertainment....HANK BROWN!
Each and every person back in Palermo rises to their feet and gives Hank a standing ovation as Guiliano grabs the webcam and turns it in the direction of his now fully flushed face. Hank's cheeks turn bright red and he is speechless, simply watching the fans cheer his face as it appears on the giant screen in the arena. The crowd begins to quiet once again but Hank remains speechless. Sensing his nervousness the Italians begin to chant his name in rhythm “Hank, Hank, Hank, Hank...”. Brow manages a weak smile as Guiliano disappears from view and leaves him by himself to address the fans in Palermo. Hank takes a deep breath and starts to speak but can only manage an almost inaudible sound as the stadium goes quiet.
Hank: Um...Hello Italy!
The screen fades to black as the fans once again rise up out of their seats and cheer Hank. The famous interviewer eventually calms himself and begins speaking to the crowd, taking them all the way until the live feed from Reading, Pennsylvania cuts him off and appears on the screen as the opening pyros explode around the entrance ramp and Shannon Lerch, Zach Davis, and Bobby Cairo welcome the viewing audience.
Guiliano glances over the room and takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, the anticipation of the evening's event now starting to get to him. The small daily calendar that sits on the top of the television reveals a large “31” as he peels back the page marking the previous day. He checks his watch before starting to making his way back into the bedroom, grabbing a towel and removing his shirt, tossing it atop his packed gym bag before disappearing into the bathroom. A rush of water can be heard from inside the room as the camera remains outside, but it is soon interrupted by a rapping at the door. Guiliano curses under his breath and pushes the door to the bathroom open, heading towards the door of his room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He checks the peephole and then cracks the door open slowly, inviting the man standing outside in the hallway inside the room before closing the door behind him. A uniformed hotel employee steps inside the room holding a small cardboard box.
Employee: Mr. Guiliano, this package arrived for you this morning at the front desk from Palermo, Sicily. There was a note attached to the top of it that said it needed to be delivered to you before you checked out this morning. Sorry to disturb you at a time like this, but I knew you would be heading out soon.
Guiliano doesn't say a word, just reopens the door for the employee and he slowly exists as Allen pushes the door shut behind him and sets the box on the coffee table before proceeding back into the bathroom for a shower. The lens zooms in on the box showing the name “Antoni Guiliano” scribbled on the front in black Sharpie marker. The reason for his actual given name on the box is unknown, but the package is instead adorned with a postmark from Palermo, Sicily. A few moments pass for the sound of rushing water from the other room suddenly stops and Guiliano emerges not long after in a t-shirt and a pair of black boxer shorts, quickly buttoning up the white shirt around him as he removes it from the hanger and slipping into his black slacks before styling his hair with a dollop of gel from a small bottle that he removes from his pocket.
After slicking his hair back and establishing his usual look, Guiliano approaches the box and pulls the tape off of it before flipping open the pair of cardboard flaps on the top. He starts to remove the contains from the container and sets it on the table, revealing a picture of an unknown stadium, a webcam, and a tri-folded piece of paper. Guiliano grabs the corner of the paper and flips it open, quickly reading the message inside.
Dear Mr. Guiliano,
You have been an inspiration to the entire town of Palermo with the way you have represented the region of Sicily in the Wrestling Championship Federation. We want you to know that we are behind you 100% and will be rooting for you in your match on Sunday night as you face Logan, Creeping Death, Brad Kane, and Torture for the Championship of the World. We will be broadcasting the event live in the Stadio Renzo Barbera and are expecting a crowd of nearly 37,000.
Do not feel obligated to do this as I know you are a busy man at this time, but I have included a webcam in this package and was hoping you could hook it up to a computer back in the United States and maybe broadcast yourself over the screen at the Stadio Renzo Barbera for a short time to let us all know that you indeed got this package and to let us give you some words of encouragement for your match. We are planning on setting up an account through Skype for you to connect to and the user name that we will be using is on the bottom of this page.
If you are not able to find the time to do this, I understand, but people will be filling the stands very early in the evening just in case you do happen to grace us with a quick message. Just know that not only is Palermo cheering you on this evening, but your entire country is behind you as well. You have made us all proud by representing Italy in the WCF and you are truly a role model and inspiration to not only our young men, but to each and ever citizen.
Sincerely,
Diego Cammarata[/font]
Guiliano raises a brow seeing the paper is signed by the mayor of Palermo. A genuine smile comes over his face as he neatly refolds the letter and places it back in the box, removing the webcam and opening the plastic package that surrounds it, setting it neatly back down on the table. Guiliano slips a cell phone from his pocket and flips it open, quickly dialing seven digits, holding it to his ear and letting it ring, his smile now becoming a sly smirk. After two pulses, someone picks up on the other end.
Hey, its Allen Guiliano......I'm not doing too bad, how about yourself?......Good, glad to hear it. The reason I called is because I have a little favor to ask of you...... Well, I got a package this morning from Palermo and they......Yes, Palermo, Sicily, and they wanted to know if I would use the webcam that they sent me to do a little broadcast into the soccer stadium there in Palermo......Yeah, I thought it sounded cool to and I was wondering if you would be willing to join me and show the people of Italy your face as well......Because I figured they would want to see another one of the superstars in the WCF and not just me, even though it is kind of an event in my honor, but I figured you would make for a great surprise and one hell of a special guest so to speak......Oh, it won't be that bad, you are used to having your face broadcast into millions of homes each and every well......You will be fine! Trust me! I won't even make you talk if you don't want to, I just want to give my fellow citizens a little gift from me to them and you are the most recognizable face in the WCF......No, that wouldn't be Torture, that would be you......Look, if you don't want to do it that's fine, but I think the people of Sicily would love you and be chanting your name to just see your face up on that screen back in Palermo......I need a yes or a no here real quick, I have to check out of this hotel in less than an hour......So you'll do it?......Hell yes! Alright, I figured we can meet in my locker room and get a computer set up before Ten tonight and do it from there......They are supposed to be setting this up a couple of hours before Ten starts so you will have all kinds of time to do your prep work and get ready before it actually starts......Alright, I will see you in Reading, thanks a million for doing this for me......Have a good one!
Guiliano flips the phone closed and practically jumps up off the couch, throwing his suit jacket over his shoulders and snatching his gym back from the floor. He collects all his loose belongings and tosses them into the gym bag, searching the room one last time, leaving his room key on the coffee table, retrieving the webcam before making his way out the door. He continues down the hallway, his feet barely touching the floor as he makes his way into an elevator and descends down to the main level of the Taj, standing at the doors, rushing through them as the open once again. The WCF superstar drums his fingers on the counter in impatience as the desk clerk prints out paperwork that needs to be signed to confirm his checkout. He reaches over the counter and plucks pen from the pocket of the desk clerk and quickly scribbles his signature on the appropriate lines, rushing through the revolving door and out into the cold New Jersey air. A vehicle is waiting for him and the driver is waiting with the passenger's side door held open as he quickly tosses his gym bag in first and follows close behind, signaling the driver to pull away as he pulls the door closed himself. The black Cadillac speeds away, making its way into the flow of traffic en route to Reading, Pennsylvania.
*** 2 Hours Later ***
[/b][/color]The camera is now at the back entrance to The Sovereign Center as the wrestlers lot is about half full of personal vehicles and other means of transportation, such as limousines. The familiar black Cadillac becomes visible as it passes through the security gate and pulls up to the door that leads to the dressing rooms. The driver parks the car and hops out of his door, making his way around to the passenger's side door, opening it for the main eventer that is residing inside. Guiliano steps out with his gym bag thrown over his shoulder and proceeds into the building, glancing around the environment to take in the new surroundings. He shakes his legs out, trying to stretch them out from the long car ride before proceeding down the corridor of doors, trying to find the one that is labeled with his name. He passes the numerous promotional posters with his caricature visible on the front without even noticing as his find is fully focused on getting his webcast up and running. As he continues down the hallway, he nearly reaches the end, finding the room that he is designated to occupy for the day and spots a WCF employee at the end of the hallway.
Hey, I don't know if you are the right person to ask for this, but I need a computer set up in my locker room so I can do a short webcast later on before the event starts. You think you could do that for me or do I need to find someone else?
The employee gives a simple thumbs up, assuring Guiliano that he can make it happen before disappearing behind the black curtain that leads out to the main arena. Allen shrugs and pushes open the door to his dressing room, tossing his gym bag into the cherry wood locker that is now currently bare. He quickly unzips his gym bag and pulls out the wrestling attire that he will wear in tonight's main event; his glossy black boots complete with white laces, his familiar red, white, and green tights, and his black elbow pads and wrist tape. As he organizes his gear in his locker, there is a knock at his door and a WCF employee enters with a laptop computer in tow. He nonchalantly plugs the computer into a nearby outlet and rests it on a table that resides inside the locker room. The employee then proceeds to connect the computer to an internet cable that extends from the wall and turns it on, logging into the computer, making sure the connection is live. Guiliano tosses the webcam onto the table next to the man and watches as he connects the webcam and gets a live feed inside the locker room. Guiliano begins to get giddy knowing that he is just a Skype login away from having his face broadcast live in Palermo. The WCF employee slides out of the chair and exits the room, content with the job he has done and Guiliano begins to sit at the table, relaxing against the chair as he checks his watch in anticipation for his guest.
Moments pass, and then a few more as Guiliano begins to pace the room, checking his watch in about 30 second intervals. He finally gives a deep sigh and sits back down behind the computer, adjusting his tie and readying himself for the appearance he is about to make in front of 37,000 Slickie T supports from his home country. Just as he is about to go live, there is another knock on his door. Guiliano leaps from the chair and raises his arms in celebration as he cracks open the door and sees his surprise to Italy standing outside in the hallway.
***Stadio Renza Barbera in Palermo, Sicily***
[/b][/color]PA Announcer (in Italian, but translated to English, of course): Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please...We have received word that Mr. Guiliano will be joining us in just a few moments and will be patching the feed up onto the screen at the north end of the stadium. At this time, please take time to find your seats and make any last minute visits to the restrooms or concession areas. Once again, we have confirmed that Mr. Guiliano will be joining us this evening and will be patching the feed through in approximately 10 minutes. Thank you.
A buzz comes over the crowd as they begin to scurry around the stadium to find their seats and make last minute runs for food and relief. Applause and cheers start to fill the stadium as the Sicilians make their way back into the stadium and soon begin to chant Guiliano's wrestling alias. Once everyone in attendance appears to be seated, the large screen at the Stadio Renzo Barbera turns on and gold numerals on black background begin to countdown from 10. The numbers begin to run off after every second as the crowd prepares for the arrival of their native son. 5...4...3...2...1. “Lake of Fire” begins to play over the speakers in the arena and the face of the all familiar Allen Guiliano appears with his characteristic smile across his lips. The crowd erupts into cheers, chants, and applause. Guiliano slightly lifts his right hand and gives a short wave to his people before getting them to quiet down so that he can speak. A hush falls over the crowd once again as they scoot up to the edge of their seat and hang on his words.[/color]
Diego Cammarata, the citizens of Palermo, and the people if Italy, I am humbled to be asked to appear before you here this evening just hours before the beginning of Ten, and I have only two words for each and every one of you...Thank you! Thank you so very much for asking me to do this and for all the support that you have given to me not only since my return to the ring in the WCF, but also throughout my career as a professional wrestler and also as a professional business owner.
As I prepare for perhaps the biggest match of my career, I could not think of a people group of people to be in front of than the people of Palermo, Sicily. I apologize for the disappointment that I gave all of you back in December, but I promise that I will make it all up for you tonight in Reading, Pennsylvania. The World Title that will be around my waist at the end of the night is not for me, but also for all of my supporters around the globe, including every single one of you that sits in that stadium right now. Once again the colors of Italian will adorn my tights and I cannot wait for those red, white, and green pyros to finally be unveiled after my hand is raised in victory and the WCF World Championship belt is placed around my waist. You are the very reason that I subject myself to the punishment of professional wrestling each and every week and tonight will be the night when all of that hard work, determination, and worth ethic will finally pay off.
I know that all of you are very familiar with the four men that will be stepping into the ring with me this evening; Brad Kane, Creeping Death, Logan, and the current World Title holder, Torture. As bad I was I would like to prove that I am head and shoulders better than each of those previously mentioned individuals, I will settle for pinning just one of them...as long as it is Torture.
The stadium erupts once again at the confidence of Guiliano, beginning a hearty chant of “Slick-ie T” that resonates throughout the stadium and city outside.
Creeping Death, I have nothing more to say to you. Keep living in the past and thinking that you are the reason that I exist in the WCF today, but that simply isn't true. You are past your prime, the WCF has changed, and it seems that you aren't ready to change with it. And that very reason will be your undoing tonight at Ten. The World Titles that you have won in the past mean nothing and your past achievements may mean something to you and to the history books, but mean nothing to this man. Go ahead and claim that I am like every other new wrestler that gets a shot at the WCF Title, keep telling yourself that no one will remember my name in the future, keep believing that you are still the face of this federation. It will make it that much sweeter for me when I prove you wrong and my name is the one that is spoken throughout the Wrestling Championship Federation as one that began the best era in the history of the WCF. After tonight, I will no longer be the future of this organization, I will be the present, and I will lead it to an entirely new level of greatness. Enjoy the run that you had, thre is no doubting it was extremely successful, but all great things must come to an end and January 31 will mark the downfall of Creeping Death.
Logan, there is a mutual respect between us but is appears as if you will not show your face until your music is played and you are summoned down the ramp for the main event at Ten. As I mentioned in promos before tonight, we faced off in two epic battles prior to this evening, and I seemed to have your number. Hopefully I can emerge victorious for a third time over you, but there is no doubt you will not make it easy. We share a common hatred of Torture, as does everyone else in this match, but the two of us seem to be the “good guys” in this five-man main event. Tonight, we will put that mutual respect aside and it will be all for one and one for all. You are a legend in this federation and there is no doubt that you possess a great deal of talent, but your heart and your head seems to be elsewhere as of late. I hope you can get it all put back together and continue your legacy of greatness here in the WCF.
Brad Kane, I suppose I should give credit where credit is due, you are a major reason that I was able to earn a spot in this main event and I thank you for that, but right now the only thing I see you as is another opponent. I respect that fact that you thought I should have been the World Champion at One, an event that I see more prestigious than any other in this federation, but I will not be lulled into a false sense of security and I will not fall into the trap of simply settling for being the pre-match favorite to finally win this title. All it takes is for one man to pin another for the title to change hands and even though you see yourself as having no shat at winning, I would beg to differ. As with any other match in which more than two men are in the ring, I will have to have eyes in the back of my head and not only focus on winning, but also me focused on keeping others from stealing a pin and dashing my hopes yet again. Brad, I respect the hell out of guys like you that go out there and put it all on the lines for the fans, but also keep your family and your personal life in perspective. Perhaps the chance to be the next World Champion has distorted my view of what is important in this business, but until I get to call myself the best in the world, I will continue to have tunnel vision and continue to pursue that strap of leather and gold at the end. Believe me, I want to get my hands on Torture just as bad as you do and I will not settle for anything less than being the one to pin him for the World Title. I don't want to pin you, I don't want to pin CD, and I don't want to pin Logan, I want to pin the current World Champion and leave him no excuses for why he will be facing a six month hiatus for his precious prize. You have more beef with Torture than anyone else and I will gladly let you take that out on him during and even after the match, but do yourself a favor and stay out of my way until that final bell rings. I don't want to give your wife and kids any more reasons to hate me other than the fact that I am a foe instead of friend tonight.
Torture, there isn't much left to say that I haven't already said. Go ahead and start making your excuses, blame karma, blame the beat down that you took at the end of Slam, blame destiny. I don't care, just get them all out of the way before you step through the ropes, because I want to leave no doubt in anyone's mind that I am simply better than you. You got the best of me at One and will forever be remembered for that victory, but I am after you and your title, no matter how bittersweet it may be winning it tonight rather than back in December. As I told Brad Kane, I want to be the one to pin YOU. Anything less would be unsatisfying. You won't have to worry about someone else “stealing” the title by getting a cheap pin or submission against someone other than you, because I will be the one standing toe to toe with you the entire night and making sure you are the one that suffers the loss. I am all about respect and as much as I loathe your very existence and everything that you stand for, I will have the common courtesy to make sure you are the one that loses your title so you cannot put it on someone else and give you a reason to bitch and moan to Seth about how you deserve a title shot within your six month time frame. Lace up those boots and keep reliving the glory of your win that you had back in 2009, because after tonight you will be the one that get's to make that long walk back up the ramp with a little less weight around your waist. This time, I finish what I started, and this time there will be no head games, no getting the last laugh, just a man on a mission that will not fail in his second attempt. Being the nice guy that I am, after you lose, I will leave a set of plane tickets in your dressing room and book a six month stay in one of the world's finest hotels for you so you can enjoy your time off and get your mind off what actually occurred at Ten. You have reigned over and had your way with this federation for far too long. The Slickie T era in the WCF is about to begin and you will be nowhere to be found. Perhaps this is just the beginning to one of the greatest rivalries that the world of wrestling has ever seen, but the current tally stands Torture 1 and Slickie T 0. I plan on evening the score tonight in Reading. With all these fans here in Palermo as my witness...I will not be denied a second time. I have not lost two matches in a row since arriving in this federation and I believe it was Mikami that was the better man last Sunday night in our meeting. That only means one thing and you will be unable to avoid the inevitable. The colors of the red, white, and green went off prematurely at One, this time they will light up the arena for the right reason. Forza Italia...
The stadium in Palermo erupts once again as each of the 37,000 fans finish his sentence simultaneously with a resounding “Mi Amore!”. Guiliano smiles and takes in a deep breath, looking off to the left and giving a thumbs up before turning his attention back to the webcam.
Ladies and gentlemen, I wish I could stay longer but the final hour is approaching and I must go. BUT, before I do, I have a special guest for each and every one of you back in Italy. I know that you all follow each and every wrestler in the WCF and probably have other favorites other than myself, so for that very reason, a man that I consider one of my best friends in the WCF has agreed to speak to you all for a short time before we go live from Pennsylvania. He needs no introduction, as he is the most recognizable face in professional wrestling today, but I will give him a proper one. People of Palermo, please give a warm round of applause for THE most interesting man in the world of sports entertainment....HANK BROWN!
Each and every person back in Palermo rises to their feet and gives Hank a standing ovation as Guiliano grabs the webcam and turns it in the direction of his now fully flushed face. Hank's cheeks turn bright red and he is speechless, simply watching the fans cheer his face as it appears on the giant screen in the arena. The crowd begins to quiet once again but Hank remains speechless. Sensing his nervousness the Italians begin to chant his name in rhythm “Hank, Hank, Hank, Hank...”. Brow manages a weak smile as Guiliano disappears from view and leaves him by himself to address the fans in Palermo. Hank takes a deep breath and starts to speak but can only manage an almost inaudible sound as the stadium goes quiet.
Hank: Um...Hello Italy!
The screen fades to black as the fans once again rise up out of their seats and cheer Hank. The famous interviewer eventually calms himself and begins speaking to the crowd, taking them all the way until the live feed from Reading, Pennsylvania cuts him off and appears on the screen as the opening pyros explode around the entrance ramp and Shannon Lerch, Zach Davis, and Bobby Cairo welcome the viewing audience.