Post by Joanne Canelli on Apr 28, 2010 9:28:19 GMT -6
Act 1: The Breakfast of Champions
The scene opens on the quiet neighborhood of Jersey Shore. The street was lined with the posh homes of the rich and famous, of senators, and people involved in the local government. A Lone paper boy makes his round tossing the local paper at the large iron gates, only to have them land on the other side on the vast estate grounds as he passes by them. The birds were chirping, as they winged across the bright blue sky. The sweet smelling flowers were in full bloom and the buds on the trees were starting to come out and into flowers among the branches that rose high above the street, while the fresh morning dew sparkled in the bright sunlight of the morning. The camera soon focuses on the familiar estate of Joanne Canelli, and through the double glass doors of the patio that lead into the kitchen. It was spacious, and done in a beautiful hard wood, with all black appliances. The coffee maker still bubbled with dark liquid, while the double black fridge hummed with life. On the fridge there were a few take out menus, and a few small notes, but one stood out among the rest. It was a simple to do list or was it?
TO DO LIST:
1. Pick up Milk
2. Do Laundry
3. Drop off Dry Cleaning
4. Pick up drugs
5. Distribute drugs to dealers
6.Collect money from girls on the corner Collect money from hoes before we beat their ass.
1. Pick up Milk
2. Do Laundry
3. Drop off Dry Cleaning
4. Pick up drugs
5. Distribute drugs to dealers
6.
We soon see Joanne, Rude, and Reno sitting at the bar area in the kitchen going over the events for the day. She sighs, pushing back a strand of hair that had fallen in her face, as she stretches. Small boxes from Speedy's sat all over the bar, with a cup each in front of them. The match that she had been in the night before had went just like she had hoped it would. She had taken down Julietta and Angel without to much of a challenge, and walked with just a few bruises and scratches while Julietta and Angel were laid out on the mat. They had celebrated all night, and now she had a hangover from hell. Her head was splitting, but she had things that had to be tended to.
Joanne: I can't believe I'm sittin' here eatin' Speedy's and drinkin' coffee... What a f***in' mix.
Rude: What are you talking about? It's the breakfast of Champion's boss.
Reno: Yeah. Besides... we ordered more than what we needed last night.
Joanne: I figured that much. Do I have anything planned for this mornin'?
Rude: Nope. You can go back to bed until at least noon. The meeting you have with the heads of the five families isn't until this afternoon.
Joanne: That's right, and I can not postpone that one.
Reno: What about your match this week? Are you going to start training for it?
Joanne: Not right now. My head is still splittin' and I feel like I'm goin' to be sick.
Reno and Rude just shake their heads. She had put away more booze then the two of them put together, and had a slight hang over and a headache. Reno sets a water bottle on the counter and she just smiles taking a drink from it only to spit it back out tasting vodka instead of water.
Joanne: You put vodka in my water bottle?
Reno: Wait that's mine. Here's yours. Sorry about that. So how are you going to handle Emma and Tara this week?
Joanne: The same way I took Julietta and Angel out last night. I'm not goin' to let Tara and Emma get a chance to even make a move if I can help it. Tara is still gunnin' for me if nothin' else, but Emma doesn't seem to have a problem with me... At least I don't think so.
Reno: I think she's pretty cool to tell you the truth. I mean she can pack away the booze like there's no tomorrow.
Joanne just sighs, and downs the rest of her coffee and walks into the living room to check the morning news. As she turns the TV on, she sees Tara Fenix's latest promo just beginning. Joanne sits on the leather couch and watches with just a smirk upon her ruby lips. She soon turns the TV off and gets to her feet slowly, and walks to the glass doors leading out to the patio that ran along the side of the house, leading out to the still empty pool.
Joanne: I knew you couldn't keep your mouth shut Tara. You had to be the first one to open your mouth and say you're goin' to walk away the winner of our match. That's where you are wrong. I've been waitin' for another chance at kickin' your ass and I finally got it. You are right about one thin' though. The third time is the charm, but it won't be for you, but for me. I'm not goin' to let you get the upper hand this time around, and make me look the fool. You got the advantage over me once but not again. You disrespect me by takin' ill about me, and I will not stand for it. Usually when someone disrespects the Don or another superior they disappear without a trace... But seein' that I can't have that happen, I guess I'll have to do the next best thin' on Sunday night.
She smiles to herself, as she walks along the patio, watching birds fly around the yard. The guards made their rounds keeping the house safe from anyone that would try to enter and do harm to the Don as she walked about. As she passes them, they just nod, and continue on with their rounds.
Joanne: As for Cleo, I'm not sure why she would even be praisin' me considerin' that I can't stand the woman. We've faced each other before, and I beat her, maybe that's why. But other than that... I have no clue. As for me bein' like her, think again. I only use the skills and gifts I was given, so don't even compare me to that Egyptian whore! She beat the holy hell out you last week, and now you think you're goin' to get an easy win over Emma and myself. I hope you are just dreamin' or talkin' out your ass because there is no chance that you are goin' to stop me this time. I want to see you on the mat with an imprint of my brass knucks or my shoe print on the side of your face.
Joanne just smiles and sits on one of the lounge chairs that were still set up. The paint had faded slightly from the long winter months, but it didn't matter. It was still comfortable, as she leaned back staring up at the bright blue sky above her.
Joanne: It's funny... You said that I couldn't beat you... I hate to tell you I almost had you down and out the last time that we met. You know why that is? I'm better then you and I know that I can win this time around over you. You're not goin' to be standin' for very long when you Bite the Curb. I'm not someone that backs down that easy, or gives up without a fight. I want you to brin' everythin' that you have to our match on Sunday night, and show me that the last win that you had over me wasn't a total fluke.However my record looks a hell of a lot better than yours. 3 Victories to 1 loss... and yours is the total reverse of mine.
Joanne laughs as she sits up, and gets to her feet and starts to head back toward the kitchen patio double doors. She slides one of them open and walks inside only to see Scarpaci walk into the kitchen dressed in nothing more than in a pair of red European briefs. The hair on his chest was mangled, and more than should be on a normal man. She turns away quickly as she hears Reno and Rude scream.
Rude: What have we told you? Damn man put some clothes on!
Reno: I think I'm blind!
Scarpaci: F*** you guys! What's for breakfast?
Reno and Rude walk out of the room, as Joanne turns back and heads back out the door and into the yard to where beauty could be found, as the scene fades to black.
Act 2: Meeting of the Good Fellas
The scene opens on the dimly lit office in the Canelli estate. The sound of voices could be heard, as the camera pans inside. The large fireplace that was on wall was unlit, and covered with a black mesh screen, while a ceiling fan turned slowly above the room. five gentlemen ranging in age sat around the room, with Joanne sitting in a black leather high backed chair behind the mahogany desk that sat in front of the window. Reno and Rude stood on either side of her, while the other gentlemen's bodyguards stood with them.
Don Cesario: What you want to do is when you face this woman is to make sure to take a bat to the knee caps, and smash them to bits that way she can't get up!
Don Gambino: That's always a good way, but don't wait until your match Don Canelli... Get her before she ever makes it to the ring. Take a sawed off shot gun, and BAM! Blow her brains out all over the pavement!
Joanne just sighs, rubbing her temples knowing that they all meant well, but she realized that the only thing she could use so far was the baseball bat... and that's only if she wouldn't get caught.
Joanne: Those are wonderful idea's but unfortunately the company that I work for, frowns upon weapons in the vicinity of the arena.
Don Gambino: Hell with any where near the arena... Do it at her home or at the hotel that she'll be staying at.
Don Lucano: If you want something that you can hide, use an ice pick. It's small but its f***ing deadly. When you get her down, put it into her neck, take it out and let her bleed.
Don Palamara: Piano wire always works. No one sees it, and you get rid of it easy.
Joanne: If I could get away with half of it gentlemen I would do it, but if I get caught with it, or even try to do anythin' like that, it's considered attempted murder, or at least assualt.
Don Vitanza: I have connections with the courts in New York. You would have nothing to worry about Don Canelli, and we could get you acquitted with no problem and no questions asked. Besides this Tara Fenix seems like the type that if she doesn't win, she goes after someone no matter what. Have you had any problems that need to be taken care of?
Joanne: Thank you for all your concern gentlemen, but I'll be fine. To answer your question Don Vitanza, no she hasn't tried anythin', and she would be stupid to even try. If that's everythin' gentlemen I have a match to get ready for.
Joanne stands, and the others do as well. She walks to the door, and as each one of them leave, they kiss her hand with the rings on it. She just smiles politely, and watches them leave with their bodyguards following behind. When the last one leaves, Rude closes the office door behind them and sits on one of the chairs in front of the desk.
Rude: Damn, they really get into it when they talk about the old methods don't they?
Joanne: Yeah. No wonder my father fit in so well with them when he sat here. If I could do half of what they said in the ring, I could be in and out of the ring in a matter of minutes.
Reno: Seconds actually. An ice pick to the back of the neck into the spinal cord would work rather well... Or even one to the back of the ankle would be good.
Rude: Yeah, Tara and Emma wouldn't know what hit them if you did it.
Joanne sits back in her chair, and leans back, putting her feet up on the corner of the desk. Tara had something against Joanne, but Emma seemed like someone that she could deal with. The office door opens and Scarpaci walks in with a large package in his arms. It was a flower box from the local florist. He sets it on the desk and Joanne just smiles knowing where it had come from.
Reno: What's that?
Rude: It looks like flowers. But who are they from?
Joanne: My father. He said he was sendin' somethin' to me. Go ahead and open it.
Scarpaci opens the box, and inside was a dozen red roses. Joanne smiles as she looks at them and notices something else hidden by the red petals. A solid wooden baseball bat was sitting on the bottom of the box, with a few marks still on it from the last hit that it had made. She takes it out and smiles running her hand along it.
Reno: Your father is just awesome.
Rude: He's a very classy man.
Joanne: I love my daddy.
Rude: So what are you going to do about Emma Danileson?
Joanne: Not sure. That's the odd thin'. She hasn't crossed me wrong, or anythin' like that, and I think she's a great competitor and everythin'. I like her methods and she has talent if nothin' else. She's not afraid to get her hands dirty, and is somethin' that I can respect in my opponent. I know that she's goin' to step into that ring with me, and look me dead in the eye, wantin' me to know that she wants that win, just as bad as I do.
Scarpaci: When I was answering the door, I heard Danielson on the TV. She was cutting her promo I think.
Joanne: Gee... Thanks for tellin' me. Never mind, it's probably on the website by now anyway.
Joanne opens a spot in the middle of the desk, where a monitor was sitting, and pulls out a small tray where the keyboard lay. She hits a few buttons and is soon on the official NCW website, and comes across the latest promo from Emma Danielson. Joanne sits back and smiles slightly at what she was hearing. Danielson had her own problems with Tara and that was a good thing. Joanne might have an ally on Sunday night... or at least someone that was willing to help her take Tara down before they finished the match. The promo soon ends, and Joanne turns the chair to face the window, and leans forward with her hands in front of her.
Reno: Boss...
Rude: You ok?
Joanne: I'm fine. I just need a few minutes. We have to make a run anyway so why don't you guys get ready, and I'll be there in a minute.
Scarpaci: Sure thing sis. C'mon guys.
The guys head out of the room, as Joanne stares out the window, with a smile on her face. She ad been impressed with Emma, and there was no hiding it.
Joanne: Emma I have to say that I'm very impressed at how intelligent you really are, and how you haven't disrespected me at all within what you said. You complemented me more and for that I thank you. The way I see it, you and I have a problem in common at the moment, and hopefully Sunday night between the two of us, we can take down Tara, before we start the real match between us. Just remember what happens between us on Sunday night is nothin' more than business. I respect you and consider you a great athlete, but with Tara it's personal, and has been since the first time we stood face to face in the ring.
She turns the chair around and gets to her feet, and leans against the desk, looking at the camera, with her dark eyes full of life, and determination.
Joanne: Emma you're right about me though. I threw the rule book away a long time ago, and I will do whatever it takes to win in a match. But as for my boys interferin' in any of the matches that I've ever had... That is such bull s***! The most they have ever done is maybe distract the ref... Is that so wrong? Or given me a pair of brass knucks to knock the livin' s*** out of someone... Does that make me a bad person? No. But I will do everythin' and anythin' to win this match, and I won't stop until I get to the top, and get a shot at Zelda's title. Even if I lose, my time will come, and I can wait a very long time, and I will keep fightin' all the way, no matter who they put in front of me. Emma like I told Tara I want you to bring everythin' you have to the ring on Sunday and give me a challenge. I want to see what you can do, and just how bad you want to win the number one contender's spot. Don't hold back, let me see the full fury of the bitch that you have deep within you, and maybe just maybe you and I can team up long enough to take care of a slight problem. Just remember what I said Emma, Sunday night is nothin' personal... It's just business... For you at least. See you soon ladies.
Joanne just smiles and walks out of the office looking back at the camera, and turns out the light, as the scene fades to black.
Act 3: A Fish stick in a Newspaper?
The scene opens on Joanne heading toward the front door, as she hears voices coming from the kitchen. She sighs and walks back toward the kitchen only to find the guys standing around. She stops in the doorway and she looks at the folding her arms in front of her.
Joanne: I thought we were leavin'. What are you doin' in here?
Rude: Besides waiting on you? Nothing really.
Reno: Yeah... But we have been talking...
Joanne arches an eye brow as she looks at the three of them. They didn't have enough intelligence between the three of them to over throw her, so it had to be something else.
Joanne: About what?
Scarpaci: About your problem with Tara.
Joanne: What are you talkin' about? I've already decided what I'm goin' to do about her! I'm goin' to beat her ass on Sunday night.
Reno: Scarpaci was thinking about sending her a message.
Joanne: What kind of message?
Scarpaci: An old Sicilian message. We'll send her a fish in a newspaper as a warning that if she messes with you, that she'll end up sleeping with the fishes!
Joanne sighs and tosses her hands up. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The other Don's had offered to finish Tara off before the match on Sunday and she didn't take them, now her own brother was willing to do something stupid.
Joanne: No messages, no warnin's no nothin' will be comin' from this house to Tara. I'll deal with her when the time comes! Now lets go! I want to get this done and over with some time today please!
With that Joanne walks out of the kitchen as Rude walks to the fridge.
Scarpaci: Do we have any fish?
Rude: Nope, but we do have those like frozen Marie Calendar's pieces of fish. Will that work?
Scarpaci: It'll do. We'll just have to send her a Fish Stick in a Newspaper that's all. You guys get it wrapped up, and I'll make a call.
Reno and Rude wrap the small piece of fish up in a piece of the paper from the day before, and set it in a small box, as Scarpaci picks up the phone and dials. It's soon answered.
Scarpaci: Hello... UPS. I need something delivered. How long do you guys take to deliver something frozen? Good. The address is 18 Corleone Drive, Jersey Shore. Thank you.
Scarpaci hangs up the phone and grabs the box, before heading out toward the front door. Joanne was heading toward the large garage as Scarpaci was coming out the front door. The UPS truck soon shows up, and gets the small package before taking off back down the driveway, as Reno and Rude walk out the front door, and head for the garage as the scene fades to black.