Post by "The Genius" James Davis on May 20, 2010 15:49:31 GMT -6
Airport, Italy.
The sun begins to set.
An orange glow splays across the sky. A few white clouds fight to keep their color as they fade into nothing. A single small jet sits on the runway.
A white limousine pulls up. It's sides are pretty banged up, scratches and bullet holes line the length.
James Davis steps out.
"Oh my G-D! That was ridiculously too dangerous! I can't believe that, Victor! Whoo!"
Victor steps out, throwing a sub-machine gun back into the vehicle.
"That, James, is part an parcel here.." he chuckles, coughing a bit, "You hit?"
James turns around, noticing Victor stumbling.
"No.. but you are!" he rushes to him, "Damn, Victor, you're bleeding all over the place!"
James catches Victor before he collapses, holding him up. A wound on his right shoulder is seeping blood.
"It's a through and through. I'll get back to the estate and be fine. You should get on that damn plane, James. Get that briefcase to Joanne. She'll know what to do with it."
"You need to go to the hospital, Victor. You could bleed out before you--"
His voice haggard, "Get on the plane, James. Joanne knows what she's doing."
James holds Victor's shoulder tight and helps him back to the limo. The driver gets out and walks over to them. He takes over for James.
"Get on the plane, James. Get that briefcase to Joanne."
James picks up the briefcase and backs up, turning slowly. He strides to the jet and looks back.
"I'll call you when I land, Victor."
The driver helps Victor into the limo and shuts the door.
As the plane takes off, James watches the limousine drive away in an ever shrinking cloud of dust.
New Jersey.
James walks through the cabin and down the steps. As he steps onto the tarmac, he sees a limousine waiting.
Two familiar characters, decked out in sunglasses, stand hands clasped.
James smiles and holds up the briefcase.
The two men smile.
Both men, "Davis!"
The three men hug, and James hands the briefcase to Reno.
"This is for Joanne. I know you'll get it to her."
Reno nods and walks to the limo door.
"Come on, James. The Boss is waiting."
"Yeah, let's get a bite to eat.. We can't smoke though. Maybe afterwards. She hates it when we get blitzed when there's important sh!t to do."
The three men get in the limousine and it pulls away.
Canelli Estate, Jersey Shore, New Jersey
James sits outside large doors. He props his foot on his knee.
"I know I'm still not part of the family officially." he thinks, "I know my job is not yet done. I just hope that Joanne can see that I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get this right."[/color]
The door opens.
"Get in here, goon." Rude chuckles.
James enters the room where Reno, Rude, and Joanne are standing over a desk. The briefcase is open and they are pouring over papers.
Joanne looks up to James and smiles.
"There he is." she says, "Good job, Davis. You did good bringin' this to me."
James nods and walks closer, still staying a few paces away.
"I did what you asked. I didn't get to meet with your father." he sighs, "So, I've still got work to do."
"You knew that coming in, James." she chuckles, "Don't let it deter you. You're doing just fine. Rude?"
"Yeah, Boss?"
"Get James a drink. We all need to sit down to discuss this."
"I'll take a water, Rude, if that's alright."
"You'll take a I-Just-Poured-You-A-Scotch and like it."
They all laugh as they sit down. Reno and Joanne take the couch, Rude takes a chair beside them and hands James his glass. James stands.
"James.." she begins, "I want to let you know that NCW has plans for you this week."
"Hmm?" he says, sipping his drink, "Plans?"
"Yes. This Friday on Suspense, you're the main event. You're facing a newcomer named Robby Marshall. Very hardcore, from what I've seen. His debut was impressive. A Triple Threat match.. he won."
James looks down at his glass.
"I told you he wasn't going to like that, boss."
"Don't concern yourself with what we've been running you around with, Davis. You have a match. You get to come back and prove something to the fans. To us."
"Yeah, I have no problem with that. You're saying I should let this go?"
Joanne hands her glass to Reno and leans forward, pointing her finger at James.
"I'm saying, James," she says fiercely, "Concentrate on your match. We get to work when it's over. I don't have anything lined up this week, so we'll be watching."
James sips his drink again, gulping loudly.
"We'll get to the bottom of this. And you'll be the one to take care of the culprit. You suceed," she pauses, "And you're in."
James puts his glass down.
"We have faith in you, Davis. You've proven useful.. and that's something that's valued in the family."
"Then I'll see you after the match." he says, turning to leave, "But, I want you to know that I'm keeping my eyes open."
"I know you will."
James has just finished with a grueling workout. He's sweating, shirtless, plum-tuckered out on a bench just outside the showers.
He picks up a towel and mops his face.
"So, NCW.. we meet again.
"I've been away for a few weeks.. obviously.. Handling some business.
"I've only been back in the States for a day and already NCW is clamoring for me to return to the ring. Being under contract obligates me to follow through.
"But, Robby Marshall?
"Look, I could waste my time with lame and immature insults by calling him a Vanilla Ice wannabe. But, I'm not a teenager pretending to be a superhero here.. I'm a grown man. I'm a grown man, with grown-up problems and grown-up intelligence.
"I don't have some psycho following me around trying to stick a probe somewhere uncomfortable either. And I'm not talking about the back-seat of a Volkswagon.
"Robby Marshall, you've got to be kidding me. I can't wait to hear what lyrical snipe you've got for me. You've pointed your jibes at some of the best talent in NCW, mostly to get heat.. And they've ignored you. You know why?
"You're a joke.
"A sad, sad, joke.
"I understand you're background. Hard life, hard knocks, hardcore.. Blah, blah, blah. I get it. You're white, you're here, and we've got to live with it. Is that about it?
"You're problem here, Marshall, is that this Friday, you've got me. Just me. No one else. Just me.
"And I'm looking to beat the holy hell out of your skinny ass.
"Because I'm pissed.
"I come back to the States and NCW puts me up against you? You've had one match! I faced Tommy Victor and Nathan Doe in my debut.. Guys who had at least been around the block at least once! I won't even bother mentioning Chris Payne. He's more worthless than you are.
"What kills me, is that I must not have the attention of anyone who matters. Maybe I haven't done enough around NCW to make much of a commotion. That's mostly my fault. I had to take a break and didn't get to make much of an impact.
"But, I'm going to make up for my lost time.
"I'm going to make it up by tearing you a new one and proving to NCW.. to the Mafioso.. and to the millions who tune in.. that I'm a force to be feared.
"I've got your number Robby. I've got it and I'm calling you out.
"I'm going in Friday to take care of business and going out.. still taking care of business. You're just my first step, 'Shady'. I'm going to destroy you.
"And no clever rhyming is going to counter that."
The sun begins to set.
An orange glow splays across the sky. A few white clouds fight to keep their color as they fade into nothing. A single small jet sits on the runway.
A white limousine pulls up. It's sides are pretty banged up, scratches and bullet holes line the length.
James Davis steps out.
"Oh my G-D! That was ridiculously too dangerous! I can't believe that, Victor! Whoo!"
Victor steps out, throwing a sub-machine gun back into the vehicle.
"That, James, is part an parcel here.." he chuckles, coughing a bit, "You hit?"
James turns around, noticing Victor stumbling.
"No.. but you are!" he rushes to him, "Damn, Victor, you're bleeding all over the place!"
James catches Victor before he collapses, holding him up. A wound on his right shoulder is seeping blood.
"It's a through and through. I'll get back to the estate and be fine. You should get on that damn plane, James. Get that briefcase to Joanne. She'll know what to do with it."
"You need to go to the hospital, Victor. You could bleed out before you--"
His voice haggard, "Get on the plane, James. Joanne knows what she's doing."
James holds Victor's shoulder tight and helps him back to the limo. The driver gets out and walks over to them. He takes over for James.
"Get on the plane, James. Get that briefcase to Joanne."
James picks up the briefcase and backs up, turning slowly. He strides to the jet and looks back.
"I'll call you when I land, Victor."
The driver helps Victor into the limo and shuts the door.
As the plane takes off, James watches the limousine drive away in an ever shrinking cloud of dust.
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New Jersey.
James walks through the cabin and down the steps. As he steps onto the tarmac, he sees a limousine waiting.
Two familiar characters, decked out in sunglasses, stand hands clasped.
James smiles and holds up the briefcase.
The two men smile.
Both men, "Davis!"
The three men hug, and James hands the briefcase to Reno.
"This is for Joanne. I know you'll get it to her."
Reno nods and walks to the limo door.
"Come on, James. The Boss is waiting."
"Yeah, let's get a bite to eat.. We can't smoke though. Maybe afterwards. She hates it when we get blitzed when there's important sh!t to do."
The three men get in the limousine and it pulls away.
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Canelli Estate, Jersey Shore, New Jersey
James sits outside large doors. He props his foot on his knee.
"I know I'm still not part of the family officially." he thinks, "I know my job is not yet done. I just hope that Joanne can see that I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get this right."[/color]
The door opens.
"Get in here, goon." Rude chuckles.
James enters the room where Reno, Rude, and Joanne are standing over a desk. The briefcase is open and they are pouring over papers.
Joanne looks up to James and smiles.
"There he is." she says, "Good job, Davis. You did good bringin' this to me."
James nods and walks closer, still staying a few paces away.
"I did what you asked. I didn't get to meet with your father." he sighs, "So, I've still got work to do."
"You knew that coming in, James." she chuckles, "Don't let it deter you. You're doing just fine. Rude?"
"Yeah, Boss?"
"Get James a drink. We all need to sit down to discuss this."
"I'll take a water, Rude, if that's alright."
"You'll take a I-Just-Poured-You-A-Scotch and like it."
They all laugh as they sit down. Reno and Joanne take the couch, Rude takes a chair beside them and hands James his glass. James stands.
"James.." she begins, "I want to let you know that NCW has plans for you this week."
"Hmm?" he says, sipping his drink, "Plans?"
"Yes. This Friday on Suspense, you're the main event. You're facing a newcomer named Robby Marshall. Very hardcore, from what I've seen. His debut was impressive. A Triple Threat match.. he won."
James looks down at his glass.
"I told you he wasn't going to like that, boss."
"Don't concern yourself with what we've been running you around with, Davis. You have a match. You get to come back and prove something to the fans. To us."
"Yeah, I have no problem with that. You're saying I should let this go?"
Joanne hands her glass to Reno and leans forward, pointing her finger at James.
"I'm saying, James," she says fiercely, "Concentrate on your match. We get to work when it's over. I don't have anything lined up this week, so we'll be watching."
James sips his drink again, gulping loudly.
"We'll get to the bottom of this. And you'll be the one to take care of the culprit. You suceed," she pauses, "And you're in."
James puts his glass down.
"We have faith in you, Davis. You've proven useful.. and that's something that's valued in the family."
"Then I'll see you after the match." he says, turning to leave, "But, I want you to know that I'm keeping my eyes open."
"I know you will."
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James has just finished with a grueling workout. He's sweating, shirtless, plum-tuckered out on a bench just outside the showers.
He picks up a towel and mops his face.
"So, NCW.. we meet again.
"I've been away for a few weeks.. obviously.. Handling some business.
"I've only been back in the States for a day and already NCW is clamoring for me to return to the ring. Being under contract obligates me to follow through.
"But, Robby Marshall?
"Look, I could waste my time with lame and immature insults by calling him a Vanilla Ice wannabe. But, I'm not a teenager pretending to be a superhero here.. I'm a grown man. I'm a grown man, with grown-up problems and grown-up intelligence.
"I don't have some psycho following me around trying to stick a probe somewhere uncomfortable either. And I'm not talking about the back-seat of a Volkswagon.
"Robby Marshall, you've got to be kidding me. I can't wait to hear what lyrical snipe you've got for me. You've pointed your jibes at some of the best talent in NCW, mostly to get heat.. And they've ignored you. You know why?
"You're a joke.
"A sad, sad, joke.
"I understand you're background. Hard life, hard knocks, hardcore.. Blah, blah, blah. I get it. You're white, you're here, and we've got to live with it. Is that about it?
"You're problem here, Marshall, is that this Friday, you've got me. Just me. No one else. Just me.
"And I'm looking to beat the holy hell out of your skinny ass.
"Because I'm pissed.
"I come back to the States and NCW puts me up against you? You've had one match! I faced Tommy Victor and Nathan Doe in my debut.. Guys who had at least been around the block at least once! I won't even bother mentioning Chris Payne. He's more worthless than you are.
"What kills me, is that I must not have the attention of anyone who matters. Maybe I haven't done enough around NCW to make much of a commotion. That's mostly my fault. I had to take a break and didn't get to make much of an impact.
"But, I'm going to make up for my lost time.
"I'm going to make it up by tearing you a new one and proving to NCW.. to the Mafioso.. and to the millions who tune in.. that I'm a force to be feared.
"I've got your number Robby. I've got it and I'm calling you out.
"I'm going in Friday to take care of business and going out.. still taking care of business. You're just my first step, 'Shady'. I'm going to destroy you.
"And no clever rhyming is going to counter that."