Post by Joanne Canelli on Apr 30, 2010 20:27:57 GMT -6
Act 1: A Request from the Godfather
The scene opens on the outside of a little convenience store called the "Quick Stop, where we find two guys, one tall and skinny dressed in a yellow jacket with a black hat turned backward, while the other is heavy set, wearing a heavy coat with his hat on backwards. The skinny one begins to speak and we hear...
Skinny Guy:
****, ****, ****
Motha motha ****
Motha motha **** ****
Motha ****, motha ****
Noich noich noich
1,2
1,2,3,4
Noich, noich, noich
Smoking weed, smoking wizz
Doing coke, drinking beers
Drinking beers, beers, beers
Rolling fatties, smoking blunts
Who smokes the blunts?
We smoke the blunts
Rolling blunts and smoking..
Motha motha ****
Motha motha **** ****
Motha ****, motha ****
Noich noich noich
1,2
1,2,3,4
Noich, noich, noich
Smoking weed, smoking wizz
Doing coke, drinking beers
Drinking beers, beers, beers
Rolling fatties, smoking blunts
Who smokes the blunts?
We smoke the blunts
Rolling blunts and smoking..
Two younger boys soon walk up to them and look around, making sure they wouldn't get caught in whatever they were doing.
Teenager: Uh, let me get a nickel bag.
Skinny Guy:
15 bucks, little man
Put that ****, in my hand
If that money, doesn't show
Then you owe me, owe me, owe.
My Jungle Love, yeah, o e o e o, I think I
wanna know ya know ya,
yea what?
Put that ****, in my hand
If that money, doesn't show
Then you owe me, owe me, owe.
My Jungle Love, yeah, o e o e o, I think I
wanna know ya know ya,
yea what?
Teenager: What in the hell are you singing?
Skinny Guy: What? You don't know Jungle Love?
Teenager 2: Isn't that the band that was in that Prince movie?
Teenager: Yeah Purple Rain.
Teenager 2: That was gay.
The older guys look at each other, and the skinny one grabs one of the younger boys, and holds him up against the wall.
Voice: Beatin' on kids again Jay?
They turn around and there stood Joanne with the boys behind her. She just smiles as Jay drops the kid, and fixes his hat, smoothing back his long hair.
Teenager 2: Thanks lady.
Joanne: Beat it kiddies... I have business with these two.
The teenagers run off leaving Jay and his friend to their fates. They knew that she had to be someone important, and didn't want to get caught in the middle of anything. Once they disappear Joanne just smiles and heads back towards the limo.
Jay: So that's it then? You just f***ing stopped to save the kid?
Joanne turns around slightly, and looks at Reno and Rude, nodding. They grab Jay and his friend, taking them to the limo, and shoving them inside, where Joanne is already waiting for them.
Joanne: No... We have business.
Jay: We didn't know you were back. They told us that you were like dead or something, right Silent Bob?
Bob just nods, without speaking, and puts a finger to his head and pulls the invisible trigger. Joanne just sighs, as she moves a little closer.
Joanne: Who said I was dead?
Jay: Two of your brother's guys! I don't know... F***!
Joanne: Don't worry... I'm not goin' to kill you. I was just wonderin' that's all. But now it's time to start makin' me money again. Reno and Rude, will give you what I want you to sell. You get your ten percent and nothin' more do you understand?
Jay: F*** ya! We'll make your money...
Joanne: Good. I'm glad that we could have this little chat. Now get out.
Jay: Well ain't that some s***! You're all business and didn't even try to grab my junk or nothin'.
Joanne just sighs, as Silent Bob shakes his head. He was the polite one and knew when to keep his mouth shut. Reno and Rude grab the two of them out of the back of the limo and back into the front of the store, before heading for the trunk to get the stock.
Joanne: As always it was a pleasure doin' business with you two. Have a nice day.
Silent Bob: Thanks.
Jay smacks Silent Bob upside the head, as Joanne smiles closing the car behind her, as her cell phone rings. She looks at the number and smiles seeing that it was her father calling, and answers it quickly.
Joanne: Hello daddy. I'm fine... No I'm not busy, why? No we just dropped off the last bit of stuff in front of the Quick Stop... Yes those two. I know, but the silent one is easy on the head. So why did you call? Oh, I see. So you need us to... When is he arrivin'? In the next hour in Liberty... Not a problem. We'll make sure that he has a good time, and I'll help him find some one reliable... It's no trouble.... I know my match is only like two days away. I'll be ready for them. I love you too. Bye.
Joanne hangs up the phone and leans back in the seat, as Reno, Rude, and Scarpaci get in the limo. She just smiles and places her cell phone back in her pocket, stretching slightly.
Reno: Who was that?
Joanne: My father. He has an associate of his comin' into town today, and he wants us to make sure that he has a good time.
Rude: You mean your daddy sent someone here just to have a good time?
Joanne: No, he's here on business. But what, my father didn't say. Franco will let us know when he gets here.
Reno: You mean that guy that taught us how to use that piano wire with a single swipe?
Joanne: That's him.
Scarpaci: Franco is an asshole. He never liked me.
Joanne: It could be the fact that you slept with his wife on more than one occasion. C'mon I don't want to keep him waitin'. We have to get to Liberty International.
Reno: Well what are we waiting for? Let's get going.
Reno and Rude get out of the backseat, and take their place in the front. Joanne sighs, as she stares out the window, leaving the Quick Stop and Jay and Silent Bob behind them, as the scene fades to black.
Act 2: Welcome to America
The scene opens on one of the many bars within the Newark Airport. It was pretty empty except for Joanne and the boys that sat a table that faced the arrivals and departure boards. The flight had been delayed by a full half an hour due to fog on the east coast. Joanne sighed, as she twirled the straw in her drink, as Reno downed his third drink.
Rude: You haven't even started to train for your match yet... You sure you're going to have time before Sunday night?
Joanne: Of course I am. I want to make sure that Tara feels all the pain that she has caused to everyone else that's faced her. I mean she's lost three times already, and after Sunday night she'll have another loss to rack up.
Reno: Yeah. Your match on Sunday night is going to be great. I mean if you and Emma team up against Tara... she won't know what hit her!
Joanne: Thank you for that vote of confidence. I know that I can take Tara out. I mean I've done it once before, even with a little bit of help from you guys tossin' me my brass knucks, but what does that matter right?
Scarpaci: She seems like a bitch to me. I mean saying how you are nothing and that our life is totally fake. Give me 5 minutes alone with her, and I'll show her that the Mob is real enough.
Joanne just looks at him, with a puzzled look on her face. She hadn't seen or even heard from Tara after the first promo that she had done. Joanne grabs him by the collar and looks at him with her eyes burning a hole through him.
Joanne: When did you see it?
Scarpaci: When we were at the Quick Stop. I went inside to talk to Randel, and that's when it came on.
Joanne: And you didn't tell me why?
Scarpaci: You were busy with Jay and his friend, and you always told me never to disturb you when you are doing business...
Joanne lets him go and he falls to the floor in his chair. She wasn't thrilled that Tara had run her mouth again, but it didn't matter. The time for talking was over, and the fun would really begin on Sunday night.
Joanne: So what did she say? Not that I care.
Scarpaci: A whole bunch of s*** about how standing against you two was like a chess game or something. I really didn't get that part of it... But what she said afterward I know is going to make your blood boil sis.
Joanne: Try me...
Scarpaci: That we aren't really in the mob, and if we were the police would have a tail on us, and you'd be in jail by now basically.
Joanne just laughs as she leans back in her chair, downing the rest of her drink. The FBI had been tailing them for months.
Joanne: Is she serious? A police tail? C'mon the whole police force in Jersey is on our pay roll. I'm more worried about the FBI that has been tailin' us for the last month, and still can't prove anythin'.
Rude: Yeah like the time we were coming out of Speedy's with dinner. Man were they in trouble. They really got to learn what we mean by pickups.
Reno: They never will, that's why they can't do anything about it.
Joanne: Tara better learn there are people in this world that if I'm not connected to them will go after for just sayin' those words. She's lucky she's not dead yet. Of course she might be... Who knows. So what else did she say?
Scarpaci: That you don't do anything illegal on camera, but they know you still do things, and just a whole bunch of crap about how you aren't going to win this match, even though you have me, Reno and Rude to watch your back.
The board starts to flash and Joanne sighs looking at her watch. Franco's flight was just landing. They set a bunch of bills on the table and get to their feet, as Joanne adjusts her jacket and her hair.
Reno: Are you coming boss?
Joanne: I'll be right behind you, I promise. Tell Franco I'm sorry for my delay, but somethin' came up. I know he'll understand.
Rude: Right. C'mon guys.
The guys walk off leaving Joanne alone. She walks to the window as she watches a plane land. It was more than likely Franco's flight, but there were a few things that had to be said.
Joanne: You know Tara you are really lucky to be alive right now. I mean if any one of my associates saw your promo they would have found you and put your body through a wood chipper, but they haven't... and I know why. They are leavin' it up to me to take care of said problem. This Sunday you will feel ever inch of pain as I hit you with my moves, with every hard closed fist that ends up against your face, makin' sure that you'll never be able to go outside again without people screamin' in your direction. I'm not one that likes to be insulted or to have my family or society bad mouthed, and you just crossed the line. Sunday night, I don't care what it takes or how I have to do it, or how long that I beat your face in, I'll make sure that you stay down on the mat so Emma and I can actually give the fans a great match. From the first time that we met Tara you have never shown me any sign of respect and Sunday night, you will wish you would have.
Joanne looks back at the camera, with her eyes filled with determination, and fire ragging from deep within her. She wasn't going to back down from Tara no matter what she said, or what she had heard.
Joanne: To Emma I have to say that I have nothin' really bad to say against you. You have showed me respect as a competitor and are not afraid to admit that you would do the same thin' in my shoes. You don't really care for the rules much either and maybe that will work in my favor on Sunday night, but I don't know. You have talent, and you know how to handle yourself in the ring, without any help comin' in and tryin' to save the day. You have impressed me, and I hope you consider that a compliment.
Joanne walks out of the bar, and heads toward the terminal where she knew she would find the boys waiting for Franco to come off of his plane.
Joanne: Tara Sunday night will be the last time that we meet. I'm goin' to make sure of that. When Emma and I get through with you, you won't know where you are or who you are for that matter. The last time that we stood toe to toe, you beat me, yes I'm willin' to admit that, and I not really ashamed of it. It was my only loss since I've started in the NCW, but you, you've had three losses, and seem to be on a downward spiral toward continuin' to lose, while I continue to rise in the ring, and in the world that you call fake. Sunday night I'll be laughin' as the EMT's drag your ass out of the ring, knowin' I was the one that caused all that damage to you, and made sure that you will never be able to stand in the ring again. Sunday night is goin' to be A Night To Remember all right... It's goin' to be the night of your downfall. See you soon Tara, and good luck, because you're goin' to need it.
Joanne just smiles as she sees an older looking gentlemen coming out of the gate way door. He walks over to them and kisses Joanne's rings before hugging her. They walk off speaking in Italian with Rude shaking his head, not understanding a single word that was being said. They head for the luggage claim, and gather his bags, before heading to the main entrance and to the limo that was waiting for them as the scene fades to black.
Act 3: Bar Hopping... Guest Staring Emma Danielson
*A big thank you to AJ giving me a hand with this final part.*
The scene opens on O'Neill's Irish Bar, in New York. The bar was full especially on a Friday night. The music was loud, as well as the big screen TV's that were playing one sport or another. People at tables talk among themselves while a few couples danced to the music that played. The door opens slowly and there stands Joanne and the boys with an older looking gentleman. Joanne looks around the bar, and soon sees and empty table in one of the dark corners. They head to the booth, only to send Scarpaci to the bar to get the drinks, who stops to flirt with a very built blond haired woman that seemed all to familiar to us.
Scarpaci: Hey sweet cheeks... How would you like to see the lower east side?
He leans against the bar as he looks her up and down. Scarpaci smiles only to have lame come-on elicits gain a very, VERY loud groan from the woman.
Emma: Hey, how about you take your...wait, you're Scarpaci Canelli, aint'cha?
Scarpaci: Yeah... My reputation follows me I guess...
Emma smirks at Scarpaci, shaking her head and taking a drink from her beer.
Emma: Nope. Your sister.
He curses under his breath, and gathers the drinks as the bartender sets them down. He walks back to the table as Joanne just laughs, at the fact that he had been shot down again.
Joanne: Shot down again?
Scarpaci: I think she's a lesbian... She was looking for you!
Joanne looks over at the bar, and sees Emma sitting there. She excuses herself, and gets up from the table, moving toward the bar. She sits beside Emma, and smiles softly. Emma takes another drink, not looking over. She smirks to herself.
Joanne: You lookin' for me?
Emma looks over to Joanne, cracking a grin.
Emma: Well, ain't that 'bout a bitch? Fancy seeing you here.
Joanne: I'm here on business... If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't even be here.
Emma nods sagely, taking her Jägerbomb and downing it. She smirks to herself again.
Emma: Gotcha...so, what sort of business?
Joanne just smiles, and looks down at the bar, as she taps her long fingernails against the wood.
Joanne: Family business. But since I'm here, I want to talk to you about our match on Sunday night. You and I have somethin' in common...
Emma nods.
Emma: That being that we don't particularly care for the rules.
Joanne just laughs, and nods. She never was one for the rules, and broke them every chance that she got.
Joanne: Well that's one thin'... But I meant our other opponent. I haven't seen her latest promo, even though my brother did… and all I know is what he told me… So I have no clue what she bitched about this time around... Nor do I really care. I heard enough from her mouth... How about you?
Emma: If she shut her mouth this instant, it wouldn't be soon enough.
Joanne: So true. She's said enough as far as I'm concerned. I would love nothin' more than to shut it permanently, if you know what I mean.
Emma cocks an eyebrow at Joanne, as Joanne just smirks a bit.
Emma: I'm not suggesting anything lethal.
Joanne sighs, and nods. There were laws and she didn't want to end up in jail again.
Joanne: Neither am I. Even though it has come up... I love the people I associate with, but they are old fashioned and they think that force is the best way of doin' anythin'. The thin' is, I've noticed that you haven't said anythin' bad about me since the first time you spoke. I have a lot of respect for you, and after this is all over I hope that you and I can at least be friends.
Emma nods again, offering a hand, and Joanne takes her hand, with a smile forming on her ruby red lips.
Emma: You seem decent enough. I think you're just being given a bad rap. Especially with the Three Stooges over there giving you constant headaches.
Emma jerks her head in the direction of the booth. Joanne just sighs, and shrugs. Joanne just sighs, and laughs lightly.
Joanne: I know, but they are my family. Hey to show no ill will, I'll be glad to pay your tab. My treat.
Emma grins at her.
Emma: Thank you. I appreciate it.
Joanne: No problem. Enjoy the rest of your night. I'll pay it on the way out. Oh... and Good luck Sunday night.
Emma nods, as Joanne starts to walk away.
Emma: Same to you.
Joanne just grins to herself, as she looks back at Emma who was downing another drink. She knew the tab would be high, but it didn't matter. She knew then she had an ally, and hopefully Sunday night she could count on Emma to help her take down Tara, and allow them to continue the match without her. She sits back down at the table, and joins in the conversation that was already being carried on as the scene fades to black.