Post by justincash on Dec 7, 2014 17:30:47 GMT -5
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The camera turns on and we see that Justin Cash is sitting at a desk talking on the telephone.
Justin: Look doc, I pay you a shitload of money and all I want is for you to sign your fucking signature saying that I can wrestle again.
(Camera can't pick up the other voice)
Justin: Fuck your Hippocratic oath. I know my body and know that I can handle the pain. Besides I've got a special remedy to help with the pain.
(Still can't hear the doctor)
Justin: Look I'll make you a deal, if I should get hurt any more than I am, I will take a week off. Scouts honor. (Justin crosses his fingers) I don't want my career to end over some dumb injury. I'll take it very easy in the ring this week I promise. So have we got a deal?
Another light on his phone lights up, indicating that he has another call.
Justin: I gotta go doc, I have another call coming through. Make sure you sign the paper clearing me or there will be severe consequences. (Justin presses the blinking light to switch calls and puts it on speaker phone.) Yo?
Voice: Uh Mr. Cash, there are three men here to see you. I told them that if they didn't have an appointment then they couldn't come in. Should I call security?
Justin: No Dorothy, don't call security. I forgot to tell you that they would be stopping by. Send them in right away.
A few seconds later, the three men enter the room. They are wearing matching suits and one of them is carrying a metal briefcase. Justin motions for them to sit, but does not rise to greet them. The man with the briefcase, takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk while the other two stand behind him with their arms crossed. The man places the briefcase on the table.
Justin: Ah Tony, I wasn't expecting to see you. I figured that the don would have sent a lower level stooge to bring me what I wanted.
Tony: The boss figured that he couldn't really trust anyone else with such an important package.
Justin: Well I'm very glad that he made the right decision. That package is very important. How is Don Chiffaro doing any way? The last time I saw him, his health wasn't too good.
Tony: Don Chiffaro is doing much better. There was a time when we were all in fear for his life, but he has the best doctors that money can buy and they were able to heal him.
Justin: Fucking lucky bastard. That must have pissed you off a bit, seeing that you are next in line to succeed him. I need his doctors, mine's a law abiding citizen who will barely sign a release form to clear me to wrestle. I fucking pay him enough that he could stop seeing patients and live comfortably for the rest of his life.
Tony: Ha ha ha fucking guys always wanna act like they have to be all noble and shit, but then take our money. Fucking guys always want more and more. It's never enough for them. I should have been a doctor, fuck they make more than I do.
Justin: Tony, I couldn't see you as a doctor. Doctors help heal broken bones, you break em. Fuck em, one day they will try and ask for too much, then they will end up with a set of concrete shoes.
Tony: Concrete shoes? Damn Justin, you haven't done a job in awhile have you? We have new ways of dealing with people now. See with the shoes, after awhile the body would end up surfacing. Ya, it would be so mangaled that no one could identify it but we couldn't afford to take the risk of someone identifying it.
Justin: True. Can't let anyone know what really happened to em. So, you were able to get me everything I needed?
Tony: Of course. Our contacts in the medical industry are the best. It was quite simple to get. I take it that you have the money?
Justin: Good. Glad to hear you could get it. My contacts told me that they couldn't get access to it without drawing suspicion to themselves. Tony, you think I would put in this order and not have the funds to back it up? Come on man, we've known each other since we was kids. I always come through on my part.
Justin reaches into his desk and pulls out an envelope overstuffed with money. He hands it to Tony, who puts it in his pocket without even counting it.
Justin: There's an extra five grand in there for you. I appreciate you coming through for me in such a short time frame.
Tony: The boss loves you, so he has no problem with express service for ya. Thanks for the bonus. I could use it, Molly just had the baby so my pockets are a little empty lately.
Justin: Don't sweat it bro, I always got you. Tell Molly I said congratulations. Did you have a boy or girl?
Tony: A boy. Donatello Alberto. I will let her know you said that. You should come by some day and have dinner.
Justin: I will definitely come by soon. It's hard for me to find free time with my busy schedule, but I will try soon.
Tony: Sounds good. Justin, there's something I need to talk to you about in private. Micheal, you and Sal go wait in the car. I'll be out shortly.
The two men turn around and leave without a word. Tony points to the cameraman, indicating that he wants him gone too. Justin points to the door and the camera man goes to leave. Before he shuts the door he catches part of Tony's sentence.
Tony: I wanna take out the Don....
To be continued. ..
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The camera turns on and we see that Justin Cash is sitting at a desk talking on the telephone.
Justin: Look doc, I pay you a shitload of money and all I want is for you to sign your fucking signature saying that I can wrestle again.
(Camera can't pick up the other voice)
Justin: Fuck your Hippocratic oath. I know my body and know that I can handle the pain. Besides I've got a special remedy to help with the pain.
(Still can't hear the doctor)
Justin: Look I'll make you a deal, if I should get hurt any more than I am, I will take a week off. Scouts honor. (Justin crosses his fingers) I don't want my career to end over some dumb injury. I'll take it very easy in the ring this week I promise. So have we got a deal?
Another light on his phone lights up, indicating that he has another call.
Justin: I gotta go doc, I have another call coming through. Make sure you sign the paper clearing me or there will be severe consequences. (Justin presses the blinking light to switch calls and puts it on speaker phone.) Yo?
Voice: Uh Mr. Cash, there are three men here to see you. I told them that if they didn't have an appointment then they couldn't come in. Should I call security?
Justin: No Dorothy, don't call security. I forgot to tell you that they would be stopping by. Send them in right away.
A few seconds later, the three men enter the room. They are wearing matching suits and one of them is carrying a metal briefcase. Justin motions for them to sit, but does not rise to greet them. The man with the briefcase, takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk while the other two stand behind him with their arms crossed. The man places the briefcase on the table.
Justin: Ah Tony, I wasn't expecting to see you. I figured that the don would have sent a lower level stooge to bring me what I wanted.
Tony: The boss figured that he couldn't really trust anyone else with such an important package.
Justin: Well I'm very glad that he made the right decision. That package is very important. How is Don Chiffaro doing any way? The last time I saw him, his health wasn't too good.
Tony: Don Chiffaro is doing much better. There was a time when we were all in fear for his life, but he has the best doctors that money can buy and they were able to heal him.
Justin: Fucking lucky bastard. That must have pissed you off a bit, seeing that you are next in line to succeed him. I need his doctors, mine's a law abiding citizen who will barely sign a release form to clear me to wrestle. I fucking pay him enough that he could stop seeing patients and live comfortably for the rest of his life.
Tony: Ha ha ha fucking guys always wanna act like they have to be all noble and shit, but then take our money. Fucking guys always want more and more. It's never enough for them. I should have been a doctor, fuck they make more than I do.
Justin: Tony, I couldn't see you as a doctor. Doctors help heal broken bones, you break em. Fuck em, one day they will try and ask for too much, then they will end up with a set of concrete shoes.
Tony: Concrete shoes? Damn Justin, you haven't done a job in awhile have you? We have new ways of dealing with people now. See with the shoes, after awhile the body would end up surfacing. Ya, it would be so mangaled that no one could identify it but we couldn't afford to take the risk of someone identifying it.
Justin: True. Can't let anyone know what really happened to em. So, you were able to get me everything I needed?
Tony: Of course. Our contacts in the medical industry are the best. It was quite simple to get. I take it that you have the money?
Justin: Good. Glad to hear you could get it. My contacts told me that they couldn't get access to it without drawing suspicion to themselves. Tony, you think I would put in this order and not have the funds to back it up? Come on man, we've known each other since we was kids. I always come through on my part.
Justin reaches into his desk and pulls out an envelope overstuffed with money. He hands it to Tony, who puts it in his pocket without even counting it.
Justin: There's an extra five grand in there for you. I appreciate you coming through for me in such a short time frame.
Tony: The boss loves you, so he has no problem with express service for ya. Thanks for the bonus. I could use it, Molly just had the baby so my pockets are a little empty lately.
Justin: Don't sweat it bro, I always got you. Tell Molly I said congratulations. Did you have a boy or girl?
Tony: A boy. Donatello Alberto. I will let her know you said that. You should come by some day and have dinner.
Justin: I will definitely come by soon. It's hard for me to find free time with my busy schedule, but I will try soon.
Tony: Sounds good. Justin, there's something I need to talk to you about in private. Micheal, you and Sal go wait in the car. I'll be out shortly.
The two men turn around and leave without a word. Tony points to the cameraman, indicating that he wants him gone too. Justin points to the door and the camera man goes to leave. Before he shuts the door he catches part of Tony's sentence.
Tony: I wanna take out the Don....
To be continued. ..
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