Post by enforcer on Apr 7, 2021 22:46:18 GMT -5
Flashback
1/11/97
*Scene*
:: Enforcer is walking through Isabel Fishing Manufacturing Company in Coney Island, New York. Enforcer is wearing a black and silver Syndicate T-shirt, a pair of black sweats, and black and white Adidas. Enforcer gets to a table where four men are sitting around the table. Enforcer takes a seat at the head of the table.:: Enforcer:What are you fools laughing about?
::The friend Sitting directly across the table from Enforcer laughs as he tries to speak.::
Enforcer:Fucking Angelo! Spit it out.
Angelo:We were just talking about JoJo’s dumb ass.
Enforcer:Oh yeah, that’s right. Haha!
Angelo:So…
Enforcer:No, you had your damn chance to tell the story before I got here.
::Angelo gives Enforcer a shocked look.::
Enforcer:Angelo and I are playing BlackJack in the Horseshoe Casino one night around eleven, eleven thirty. JoJo walks into the casino with a solid gold buckle belt about the size of Gene’s big ass head that says, “JoJo” on it, a bracelet on his wrist that says “JoJo” on it, a fucking necklace on that says “JoJo” on it, he has gold cufflinks on that all say “JoJo” on it. A little cheap bellhop comes up to him and says, “Excuse me, Mr. JoJo.” JoJo looks over at the bellhop and tells him, “Shut the fuck up! I don’t want anybody to know I am here.”
::The five men start laughing hysterically.::
Angelo:Sorry to have to cut this short Anthony but we gotta go handle some business.
Enforcer:Are you serious right now? What the fuck man? I just got here.
Angelo:I know, I know but we’ve got to get that money.
Enforcer:Well, shit. Alright man. Anything I can get it on?
Angelo:Shit, hell naw, man. We’ve got this.
::Enforcer smiles.::
Enforcer:Damn! Like that?
Angelo:Hell yeah!
Enforcer:I’ll remember that.
::Angelo and the three other men get up and exit the restaurant. He is nodding his head as he gets a whiff of the fish, he whispers “damn” to himself as he attempts to fan the smell with his left hand.::
Enforcer:I know, I know what all of you marks are thinking. All of you are obviously wondering why I am here. Which I will obviously respond to that by saying it is quite simple. No really it is. For all of you simpletons who like to keep their heads in the sand or up your own asses This is Isabel Fishing Manufaceting in Coney Island. This location used to be Villa Tommaro back in the days of prohibition. It is notoriously known as the location where Lucky Luciano went to the restroom as four men gun down a mob boss to gain his power. Sometimes you miss all the good stuff when you have to go to the restroom. Typical story that we have all experienced before, right?
::A security guard approaches Enforcer.::
Security Guard:Sir!
::Enforcer sighs as he rolls his eyes.::
Enforcer:What? I am not doing anything wrong?
Security Guard:But you are just by being back here. If you want to do business with us you can’t just be walking back here like this.
Enforcer:Says who?
Security Guard:Says me because that is what the owners of this company say. If not, I have to involve the police.
Enforcer:Typical answer from you rentacops. Fine, I am going.
::The security guard leads Enforcer to an exit and opens the door for Enforcer. Enforcer walks out onto the boardwalk and the security guard shuts the door behind him.::
Enforcer:People just don’t understand, do they? I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised because people are for the most part, you know, stupid. Then they just follow up with their stupidity that they are going to get the police involved. But there is no reason to stress about the ignorance of the unwashed masses. I have bigger and better things to deal with.
::Enforcer starts walking down the Coney Island boardwalk.::
Present Day
*Scene*
::Enforcer is sitting by the pool of his Vila at Nikki Beach Resort & Spa in Dubai. A hotel employee from room service is on the opposite side of the pool leaving the poolside. Enforcer yells over to the hotel employee.::Enforcer:And get me some Cotton Candy too! Some weird ass Cotton Candy! Like some ranch cotton candy that is wrapped around a shot of vodka. Yeah, that sounds delicious!
::The hotel employee gives Enforcer a weird look as he mouths “What the fuck?” and walks away.::
Enforcer:Did that damn hotel employee just give me a dirty look? Seriously? I can order whatever the hell I want! No, I shall digress because I have more important things to focus on. For instance, I am four days away from reigning as OPW Prestige Heavyweight Champion for eight months but this week I don’t have to worry about my championship being at risk because coming up in Saudi Arabia I’m facing another Syndicate member. This damn tournament is just filled with Syndicate members and I have no doubt one of us will walk away as the La Cosa Nostra tournament winner. But in the land of sand where I can totally see Johnny boy smuggling two or three wives and more white powder than Saudi Arabia has sand I am doing battle with Xavier Wolf. The former Immortal World Champion. Xavier and I have not been in a match together since he and his brother were able to retain the World Tag Team titles against Maddox and myself. Sure, that shyster, Eddie Havok, punted me in the balls. Now, I doubt Eddie will show up to an OPW show without being shot on sight so I need not worry about him. Now, I cannot definitively say no one will poke their nose into our match. Just look at what happened in my match with Anicka and I’ll be the first to admit I got damn lucky. But I am sure Anicka is focused on putting Stephen in his place and reclaiming the Immortal World Heavyweight title. X, I am simply going to tell you the same thing I told Anicka since we are on the same team and I have nothing but respect for you. Which is why I know we will steal the show.
::Enforcer stands up out of his chair and starts to casually walk around the pool.::
Enforcer:Now, not only do I have to focus on my primary task in Saudi but there are a lot of things going on around my championship. Because as we all know that Ryan Elias one himself a title opportunity against me but Dark Tiger will be facing Jason Ryan and if he wins that cat loving goof, Dark Tiger, will get another shot at my Prestige Heavyweight title. What the fuck is this shit?!?! I kicked both Ryan and Sebastian’s ass in my record breaking title reign and those two fucking fools will get a second chance to dethrone me. You two need to get that way of thinking out of your damn pathetic ass minds because nobody is taking MY Prestige Heavyweight title away from me. My title reign will continue on and I will reign supreme for well over a year. My championship has found it’s forever home.
::Screen fades to black.::