Post by Allen Guiliano on Oct 12, 2009 15:01:09 GMT -5
The scene opens on an enormous, well-lit deck outside the home of WCF’s own Allen Guiliano in Las Vegas, Nevada. Tiki torches provide most of the light as the sun begins to settle behind the horizon and the camera pans in on perhaps the most popular man in wrestling today. Guiliano stands over a lavish barbeque grill, tongs in hand, flipping the succulent pieces of meat that rest against the metal grate. A smirk comes across his face as he notices the camera behind him and the aroma of a perfectly constructed marinade fills his nose. He stands in a pair of long swim trunks, black sandals, and a white tank top, the most casual attire he has been seen in since entering the World Championship Federation. As he slips a meat fork into a steak, he nods in approval at the thin strip of pink that becomes visible on the inside and removes the beef from the grill placing it on a bed of fettuccini noodles. A cheese grater and a wedge of gorgonzola rest at his right as he quickly picks them up and slides the wedge over the grater, littering the plate with thin strips of the white cheese, watching them melt over the freshly prepared dish.
Once again, Guiliano flashes a smile to the camera, almost like he wants approval from the man behind it. He then shoos the cameraman back slightly and picks up a small pot of alfredo sauce that has been warming on a side burning and pours it over the near complete plate. Allen holds up a finger, instructing the cameraman to stay put as he quickly rushes inside through an opened sliding door and emerges once again with a small cup of freshly dried red peppers and eating utensils. He meticulously shakes the peppers from the cup over the steak, fettuccini, grated cheese, and sauce and holds it up to the camera, giving the audience the first view at the culinary masterpiece he has created.
Guiliano makes his way over to a small table that has a single dining chair slid underneath it and rests the plate just off the edge. He then sighs, looking at the standing cameraman and quickly pulls a chair over for him at the table as well before going over and shutting off the grill, depositing a dirty plate and meat fork inside the home. As he exits for a second time, he pulls the sliding door shut behind him and carries a second plate of pasta and white sauce in his left hand, setting it in front of the WCF employee as he sits and quickly cuts the steak into bite sized pieces, tossing them quickly into the other ingredients. The Italian extends a hand towards the second helping and offers it to the only other person joining him. The cameraman quickly obliges and sets the camera down on the table, making sure it is still focused on the face of Guiliano as he takes the first bite and closes his eyes, giving a sound of satisfaction and accomplishment. As he swallows, he then acknowledges the camera and begins to speak.
Alright, now that we are seated and have hot meals in front of us, I suppose that I should start by answering questions about what the ENTIRE WCF audience is asking about. Seems there has been rumors, speculations, and even an announcement that I will become the newest member of the Team of Torture. Well, I would gladly answer those questions right here for you this evening and end the suspense that is surrounding the announcement, but I don’t Seth would be too happy with me if I simply cut his television viewers in half this week for Slam by answering just an important question in a pre-event promo. So, for all of you out there with questions tune into Slam on Monday night and things will start being answered for you. Hey, I know that you are all unhappy with the boss right now, but he’s just doing his job, getting all of you riled up and keeping you on the edge of you seat so you have no choice but to tune into Slam and find out just what is going to happen next.
Let’s be honest here for a moment, it has become quite evident to me that the reason most of you watch is to see me, Slickie T, in action each and every week and ever since I become that winner of War VIII, that interest has only grown and so has the WCF viewership and I just want to let you all know how much I appreciate your loyalty and fandom. You are all the best audience the business has to offer and it is my pleasure to go out there and put on a show for you each and every week.
Guiliano quickly glances down at his plate and drops his fork, shaking his head and looking over at the cameraman who sits across from him.
Damn, how could you let me forget the most important thing at a meal? I wouldn’t be very good host if I didn’t provide my guest with some fine Italian wine now would I?
He quickly jumps up and leaves the view of the camera, darting inside the house once again, nearly forgetting he closed the sliding door and catches himself against it as he vanishes into the house once again and emerges yet a third time with a bottle of Italian red wine and a pair of wine goblets in one hand and a cork screw in the other. He forces the spiral corkscrew into the cork stopper the top of the bottle and slowly lifts it out, careful to not contaminate the liquid with the loose cork particles. Guiliano then gently rests the neck of the bottle on the glass of the cameraman and then on his own, filling them both about three quarters of the way before shoving the cork back into the top and setting the wine bottle on the ground at his right.
Alright, where was I? Ah, yes, the fans. Some people have noticed that I have a little bounce in my step since becoming the victor just a couple of weeks ago in New York and they would be right. Not every day does a sports entertainer have the chance to prove that he is the absolute best a federation has to offer and in doing so, I think I am inclined to be a bit...less humble, if you will. Guys in the back might see it as cockiness, but those who have stepped into the ring with me as past events know that it simply isn’t cockiness, but confidence, and now that confidence is higher than ever and personally, I think the rest of the roster is a bit concerned, especially the current World Champion. I may be the current #1 Contender and may be second in line when it comes to prestige here in the WCF, but it seems that I may actually be the favorite in my upcoming World Title match at One. Sure, Torture is a very talented individual and it won’t be easy beating both him and this stable that he seems to have assembled, but why do you think he is trying to be so many people between himself and I? He knows that it is inevitable who is going to unseat him as World Champion and I could see the fear in his eyes when my hand was raised at Madison Square Garden and my music played over the speakers as I celebrated my win at War. It was perhaps that greatest moment in my career as a professional wrestler, but the job is not yet complete. There is one more thing left to do and I plan on making it happen at One no matter who Torture recruits to get between me and that World Championship. Hell, I might even be one of those recruits for all you people know Once again, watch Slam and find out because I’m sure not telling you here at my place of residence.
He lifts another bite to his mouth and grins over to the camera guy as if to ask if he is enjoying his food and wine. The grin becomes wider on Allen’s face as we assume the WCF employee nodded in agreement. After a short sip of wine and a wipe of his mouth with a crimson cloth napkin, he continues.
I have also had quite a few questions on my week off about my opponent for this Monday night in Madison, Wisconsin, the lovely Ms. Anastasia Petrova. For the first time in my career I will be going up against a female competitor, but I ensure you that I will not be taking her lightly. She is a former Television Champion in her own right and even those she has since relinquished that title, the fight inside her is still admirable. I’m sure she will be out to prove that she deserves a shot at another, more prestigious title, and what a better way for her to do it than by defeating the man that won War. Anastasia, I will not take you lightly just because of your gender and I must say, any woman that takes her vodka straight has my respect, but that respect only extends to the end of that ramp. Once you step through those ropes, you are just another competitor to me and I will be ready to come after you like any other male foe that I have gone up against. This is a main event that you have the honor of competing in and I am going to show you what it takes to consistently have your name atop a World Championship Federation card. The Russian winters may be harsh, but they are nothing compared to the fight that exists inside the heart of an Italian.
He reaches down his right leg and plucks the bottle of wine off the tile deck by the neck and extends it to the camera as if offering it to his opponent.
Besides, I think you should start putting some sweet red win inside that flask instead of that simple clear liquor made from fermented grains. Perhaps you will enjoy yourself a little more and learn how to make a proper spaghetti next time instead of this...Americanized rubbish that you find on the shelves of a commercialized supermarket. Buying a red sauce from a store, that just disappoints me Anastasia. I would invite you over here and show you how to make a proper sauce, but then again you make your living having men woo over you and taking advantage of them. Well, this man is different, his primary business is located in Sin City. You think I haven’t seen my fair share of tight red leather outfits? Hell, dressing like that is considered business casual out here in Vegas. I see and converse with beautiful women every day of my life, a red-headed diva from Saint Petersburg will be no distraction so go ahead and throw that card from your hand. I am a different opponent than Craig Jacobs and although you showed you were capable of in that match, I am a little different competitor. So, I just have one thing left to say to you Ms. Petrova, Удача. You, of all people, should know what that means.
Guiliano looks to the cameraman once again as he finishes his sentence and quickly turns the lens toward the unsuspecting employee. We get a short glimpse of the man behind the camera before he quickly picks it up and nearly overturns his bowl of pasta into his lap. Allen quickly reaches out and grabs the wine glass with all his might, not wanting to waste a drop of the sweet liquid as he shakes his head in disappointment.
The Italian soon relaxes as the cameraman stands and supports the heavy piece of equipment on his shoulder and continues taping as Guiliano enjoys his meal in piece and finishes the last morsel, leaving the plate nearly spotless, washing it down with another generous swallow of mine before making his way back to his feet and setting his empty plate aside on a separate table and glancing up at the camera once again, resting his fingertips on the edge of the nearly eaten place of simple pasta that was prepared for Guiliano’s guest.
You going to finish this? No? Alright, but I’m disappointed. See if I invite you back out here to Vegas anymore. Seth and his ungrateful staff failing to finish what has been so HUMBLY provided for them.
Guiliano ends his sarcastic tone with a hearty laugh and setting the dishes and empty wine glasses to the side as he picks up a small white wine box from near the grill and slips the near full bottle inside it, closing the lid and resting it next to the leg of the cameraman.
Here, you take that back and give it to Anastasia. Tell her it’s from you or something. Maybe that will get you out from behind that camera and into the spotlight, even if it is just as an acquaintance of Ms. Petrova. Hey, many of those guys back there in the locker room would envy you forever if you were lucky enough to be called an acquaintance of hers. Now if you will excuse. Go take your tape back there to the WCF and get it on the air before Slam.
The scene fades to black as Guiliano slips off his tank top and sandals and makes his way into the awaiting hot tub that has been warming throughout his meal. He gingerly makes his way down into it as the water rises up just under his chin and he closes his eyes, relaxing in the Vegas sunset. as the green WCF logo appears.
Once again, Guiliano flashes a smile to the camera, almost like he wants approval from the man behind it. He then shoos the cameraman back slightly and picks up a small pot of alfredo sauce that has been warming on a side burning and pours it over the near complete plate. Allen holds up a finger, instructing the cameraman to stay put as he quickly rushes inside through an opened sliding door and emerges once again with a small cup of freshly dried red peppers and eating utensils. He meticulously shakes the peppers from the cup over the steak, fettuccini, grated cheese, and sauce and holds it up to the camera, giving the audience the first view at the culinary masterpiece he has created.
Guiliano makes his way over to a small table that has a single dining chair slid underneath it and rests the plate just off the edge. He then sighs, looking at the standing cameraman and quickly pulls a chair over for him at the table as well before going over and shutting off the grill, depositing a dirty plate and meat fork inside the home. As he exits for a second time, he pulls the sliding door shut behind him and carries a second plate of pasta and white sauce in his left hand, setting it in front of the WCF employee as he sits and quickly cuts the steak into bite sized pieces, tossing them quickly into the other ingredients. The Italian extends a hand towards the second helping and offers it to the only other person joining him. The cameraman quickly obliges and sets the camera down on the table, making sure it is still focused on the face of Guiliano as he takes the first bite and closes his eyes, giving a sound of satisfaction and accomplishment. As he swallows, he then acknowledges the camera and begins to speak.
Alright, now that we are seated and have hot meals in front of us, I suppose that I should start by answering questions about what the ENTIRE WCF audience is asking about. Seems there has been rumors, speculations, and even an announcement that I will become the newest member of the Team of Torture. Well, I would gladly answer those questions right here for you this evening and end the suspense that is surrounding the announcement, but I don’t Seth would be too happy with me if I simply cut his television viewers in half this week for Slam by answering just an important question in a pre-event promo. So, for all of you out there with questions tune into Slam on Monday night and things will start being answered for you. Hey, I know that you are all unhappy with the boss right now, but he’s just doing his job, getting all of you riled up and keeping you on the edge of you seat so you have no choice but to tune into Slam and find out just what is going to happen next.
Let’s be honest here for a moment, it has become quite evident to me that the reason most of you watch is to see me, Slickie T, in action each and every week and ever since I become that winner of War VIII, that interest has only grown and so has the WCF viewership and I just want to let you all know how much I appreciate your loyalty and fandom. You are all the best audience the business has to offer and it is my pleasure to go out there and put on a show for you each and every week.
Guiliano quickly glances down at his plate and drops his fork, shaking his head and looking over at the cameraman who sits across from him.
Damn, how could you let me forget the most important thing at a meal? I wouldn’t be very good host if I didn’t provide my guest with some fine Italian wine now would I?
He quickly jumps up and leaves the view of the camera, darting inside the house once again, nearly forgetting he closed the sliding door and catches himself against it as he vanishes into the house once again and emerges yet a third time with a bottle of Italian red wine and a pair of wine goblets in one hand and a cork screw in the other. He forces the spiral corkscrew into the cork stopper the top of the bottle and slowly lifts it out, careful to not contaminate the liquid with the loose cork particles. Guiliano then gently rests the neck of the bottle on the glass of the cameraman and then on his own, filling them both about three quarters of the way before shoving the cork back into the top and setting the wine bottle on the ground at his right.
Alright, where was I? Ah, yes, the fans. Some people have noticed that I have a little bounce in my step since becoming the victor just a couple of weeks ago in New York and they would be right. Not every day does a sports entertainer have the chance to prove that he is the absolute best a federation has to offer and in doing so, I think I am inclined to be a bit...less humble, if you will. Guys in the back might see it as cockiness, but those who have stepped into the ring with me as past events know that it simply isn’t cockiness, but confidence, and now that confidence is higher than ever and personally, I think the rest of the roster is a bit concerned, especially the current World Champion. I may be the current #1 Contender and may be second in line when it comes to prestige here in the WCF, but it seems that I may actually be the favorite in my upcoming World Title match at One. Sure, Torture is a very talented individual and it won’t be easy beating both him and this stable that he seems to have assembled, but why do you think he is trying to be so many people between himself and I? He knows that it is inevitable who is going to unseat him as World Champion and I could see the fear in his eyes when my hand was raised at Madison Square Garden and my music played over the speakers as I celebrated my win at War. It was perhaps that greatest moment in my career as a professional wrestler, but the job is not yet complete. There is one more thing left to do and I plan on making it happen at One no matter who Torture recruits to get between me and that World Championship. Hell, I might even be one of those recruits for all you people know Once again, watch Slam and find out because I’m sure not telling you here at my place of residence.
He lifts another bite to his mouth and grins over to the camera guy as if to ask if he is enjoying his food and wine. The grin becomes wider on Allen’s face as we assume the WCF employee nodded in agreement. After a short sip of wine and a wipe of his mouth with a crimson cloth napkin, he continues.
I have also had quite a few questions on my week off about my opponent for this Monday night in Madison, Wisconsin, the lovely Ms. Anastasia Petrova. For the first time in my career I will be going up against a female competitor, but I ensure you that I will not be taking her lightly. She is a former Television Champion in her own right and even those she has since relinquished that title, the fight inside her is still admirable. I’m sure she will be out to prove that she deserves a shot at another, more prestigious title, and what a better way for her to do it than by defeating the man that won War. Anastasia, I will not take you lightly just because of your gender and I must say, any woman that takes her vodka straight has my respect, but that respect only extends to the end of that ramp. Once you step through those ropes, you are just another competitor to me and I will be ready to come after you like any other male foe that I have gone up against. This is a main event that you have the honor of competing in and I am going to show you what it takes to consistently have your name atop a World Championship Federation card. The Russian winters may be harsh, but they are nothing compared to the fight that exists inside the heart of an Italian.
He reaches down his right leg and plucks the bottle of wine off the tile deck by the neck and extends it to the camera as if offering it to his opponent.
Besides, I think you should start putting some sweet red win inside that flask instead of that simple clear liquor made from fermented grains. Perhaps you will enjoy yourself a little more and learn how to make a proper spaghetti next time instead of this...Americanized rubbish that you find on the shelves of a commercialized supermarket. Buying a red sauce from a store, that just disappoints me Anastasia. I would invite you over here and show you how to make a proper sauce, but then again you make your living having men woo over you and taking advantage of them. Well, this man is different, his primary business is located in Sin City. You think I haven’t seen my fair share of tight red leather outfits? Hell, dressing like that is considered business casual out here in Vegas. I see and converse with beautiful women every day of my life, a red-headed diva from Saint Petersburg will be no distraction so go ahead and throw that card from your hand. I am a different opponent than Craig Jacobs and although you showed you were capable of in that match, I am a little different competitor. So, I just have one thing left to say to you Ms. Petrova, Удача. You, of all people, should know what that means.
Guiliano looks to the cameraman once again as he finishes his sentence and quickly turns the lens toward the unsuspecting employee. We get a short glimpse of the man behind the camera before he quickly picks it up and nearly overturns his bowl of pasta into his lap. Allen quickly reaches out and grabs the wine glass with all his might, not wanting to waste a drop of the sweet liquid as he shakes his head in disappointment.
The Italian soon relaxes as the cameraman stands and supports the heavy piece of equipment on his shoulder and continues taping as Guiliano enjoys his meal in piece and finishes the last morsel, leaving the plate nearly spotless, washing it down with another generous swallow of mine before making his way back to his feet and setting his empty plate aside on a separate table and glancing up at the camera once again, resting his fingertips on the edge of the nearly eaten place of simple pasta that was prepared for Guiliano’s guest.
You going to finish this? No? Alright, but I’m disappointed. See if I invite you back out here to Vegas anymore. Seth and his ungrateful staff failing to finish what has been so HUMBLY provided for them.
Guiliano ends his sarcastic tone with a hearty laugh and setting the dishes and empty wine glasses to the side as he picks up a small white wine box from near the grill and slips the near full bottle inside it, closing the lid and resting it next to the leg of the cameraman.
Here, you take that back and give it to Anastasia. Tell her it’s from you or something. Maybe that will get you out from behind that camera and into the spotlight, even if it is just as an acquaintance of Ms. Petrova. Hey, many of those guys back there in the locker room would envy you forever if you were lucky enough to be called an acquaintance of hers. Now if you will excuse. Go take your tape back there to the WCF and get it on the air before Slam.
The scene fades to black as Guiliano slips off his tank top and sandals and makes his way into the awaiting hot tub that has been warming throughout his meal. He gingerly makes his way down into it as the water rises up just under his chin and he closes his eyes, relaxing in the Vegas sunset. as the green WCF logo appears.
