Post by Joanne Canelli on May 1, 2010 14:23:08 GMT -6
Act 1: Training
The scene opens on a large home gym. The sound of voices could be heard as the camera pans over the sets of weights, the exercise bike, and treadmill, only to stop at a home made ring at the back of the large room. Inside the ring we see Joanne with Rude training for her match on Sunday night. She has her hands tapped up, while Rude holds two black padded gloves on his hands. Her punches were hard and quick as she moved around him, throwing punches at invisible people that were in the ring. She had finally checked out Tara's latest RP and her words were still ringing in Joanne's head. She had lived her life watching her back, wondering if someone was trying to take her out, and Tara thought it was nothing more than fantasy world. Joanne understood chess and knew that she was nothing more than a pawn that was trying to take the queen down. Tara had it wrong... She was the pawn while Joanne was the queen of the ring that had to stand against her and the Bishop that was coming at her. After the little chat that Joanne and Emma had the night before, Joanne felt a little more confident knowing that she had a higher chance of taking out Tara before she got her. Joanne hits the black pads once again with a little more force sending Rude toward the ropes.
Rude: Damn boss. That was a good hit.
Joanne shakes her head, and snaps from the thought as she looks over at Rude, with a soft smile.
Joanne: Thanks.
Reno: Are you ok? You seem to throwing those hits a little harder than usual boss.
Joanne: Sorry... I was just thinkin' about what Tara said that's all.
Rude: Damn, no wonder you're throwing down more than usual.
Joanne just sighs, and leans against the ropes, folding her arms in front of her.
Joanne: I mean who does she think she is really? She's never had to worry about people tryin' to kill her on a daily basis, or makin' deals behind closed doors where there's a chance that you might not make it out alive. All she's ever had to worry about if she was goin' to win a match, and so far she's only won one, and that was against me.
Voice: Quello è allineare. Ma ora avete altra probabilità mostrarla che dovete essere temuto, Don non deriso Canelli. Non conosce nulla circa il nostro modo di vivere e quello è che cosa allineare la spaventa. Tutto nega che persino esistiamo in modo da non è la prima per emettere quelle parole. Lo importunano che nega questa e volete dimostrare il vostro punto. Allora usi tutto che abbiate ed indichile che non dovete essere spinto intorno e quello è voi da prendere seriamente.
(That is true. But now you have another chance to show her that you are to be feared, not mocked Don Canelli. She does not know anything about our way of life, and that is what truly scares her. Everyone denies that we even exist so she is not the first to utter those words. It bothers you that she denies this and you want to prove your point. Then use everything that you have and show her that you are not to be pushed around, and that are you to be taken seriously.)
Joanne just smiles as she looks back toward the door where she she sees Franco. It was still early, and she thought he would be still resting after a long flight. He walks towards the ring, as Joanne leaped out of the ring and met him halfway. She extended her hand and he kissed the back of it, as Joanne smiled at him.
Joanne: Grazie per quelle parole gentili. La notte di domenica Cesalpina saprà che cosa significa ritenere il dolore e perché la gente non va contro di me a meno che abbiano un desiderio di morte.
(Thank you for those kind words. Sunday night Tara will know what it means to feel pain and why people do not go against me unless they have a death wish.)
Rude just looks at them and shakes his head. He was the only one in the house that never understood a word of Italian. He looks over at Reno while he was taking off the black padded gloves.
Rude: What in hell are they saying?
Reno: That you're an asshole.
Rude: F*** you. What are they really saying?
Reno: It's just a normal conversation man. Don't worry about it. Hey boss can we go?
Joanne: Yeah go ahead.
Reno and Rude leave the room, as Joanne hopes back over the ropes and into the ring, and smiles back at Franco.
Joanne: How would you like to help me train for my match tomorrow night?
Franco: Sarei Don honored Canelli. Sono un po'arrugginito, ma farò il mio meglio.
(I would be honored Don Canelli. I am a bit rusty, but I shall do my best.)
The two of them circle each other trying to find an opening. Joanne goes to grab him, only to be tripped with his foot. She hits the mat, and the feeling of something going around her neck was felt. It was piano wire. A simple weapon, and hard to trace. Joanne begins to choke, only to hit Franco with a low blow with her foot. He lets go, and Joanne gasps for air. He had tried to kill her, and that was never good. Joanne was back on her feet quickly, as he tried to attack her again. She hits him with a drop kick sending him to the mat, and hits Bite the curb putting him down, as she sits on his back, with her knees digging into his ribs. He struggles underneath her trying to get up, but is pushed back down as puts an arm around his neck.
Joanne: Who sent you?
Franco: Go to hell. They paid me to make sure you ended up dead.
Joanne: Who? Tell me before I cut your balls off!
He just spits on the mat, and Joanne sighs, She pulls back on his arm, and applies a little more pressure to his ribs with her knees.
Franco: I won't talk. They'll kill me!
Joanne gets up long enough to kick him in his ribs causing him to turn over.
Joanne: If you don't talk, you'll never make it back to them. They'll never find your body... So are you goin' to tell me now?
He spits in her face, and she just smirks, as she sits on his chest with the piano wire in her hands, and with a smile forming on her lips.
Joanne: *voice over*Tara do you think this is fake now? Do you think that I'm not part of somethin' bigger than you'll ever understand? What do you think now you bitch?!
He struggles under her once again, and she just hits him with a hard right hand, knocking him out. She gets to her feet pushing a piece of hair back that had fallen into her eyes, and looks at the camera, as she hops out of the ring.
Joanne: Did you see that Tara? Did you see anyone around me to help me take that asshole out? No! Sunday night is goin' to be your downfall, and when we stand face to face, I'll be ready for anythin' that you can throw at me. I'm not goin' to back down from someone like you. You think you're all that but let me tell you somethin' when you can look death in the eye and tell it to go f*** itself, then tell me your better than me, and that you don't need anyone to stand with you. Even you have your brother, and I have no doubt in my mind that if you asked him, to get involved you know he would.
Joanne starts to take the tape off of her hands, as she looks at the camera her eyes burning with rage and a look that could possibly kill.
Joanne: Tara you think that you're some big s*** don't ya, just because you know how to play chess, and can do math that most people don't understand. Do you think I'm that stupid, that I don't understand the simple thin's in life. I was taught how to play chess by a master that had it perfected within his lifetime, oh and as for the fact that you know math, good for you... You're talkin' to someone that had offers from every Ivy League school in the nation. My marks were high, and I worked my way from the bottom up, makin' my own way through it. So before you say that I've had everythin' handed to me in my life think again. I've worked my way to the top of every fed that I've been in, and gotten the titles that I deserved. This time isn't any different. I got to this spot by earnin' it, but how you got here, I'm not sure! You're win loss record speaks for it'self, as does mine.
Joanne tosses the last bit of tape down to the floor from her hands, and looks back at Franco. She had to do something with him until she got a hold of Blitzskin. She looks at the ring and just smiles grabbing the piano wire, and grabs his hands and ties them to the middle rope, before walking out of the room.
Joanne: You really think that you are the best out of us? HA! You are worthless Tara! You have only one match since you've been in the NCW, and you think that you can actually get the number one contender spot against Ayla, or Zelda? Think again! Zelda kicked your ass all over that ring, givin' you that pretty third loss. You keep talkin' about how you're goin' to stand against Zelda or Ayla but how can you when you have to get by Emma and myself first? We're not goin' to back down that easy, and I know that you'll put up a fight, but it won't be enough! All you've done this whole week is bitch and moan about how I use brass knucks in my matches or how I have the guys with me... Gawd get a f***in' life and shut up! Sunday night I'm goin' to show you that it doesn't matter if I use the brass knucks or not on you that you're goin' to go down and out for the count.
Joanne walks down the hall and into her office, grabbing her desert eagles off of the coat rack, and slips the holster over her shoulders. Someone was out to get her, and she couldn't take another chance, she had to be prepared. She pulls one of the eagles out of the holster, checking the clip and smiles sliding it back into the holster, and grabs her shoes from under the desk.
Joanne: Tara do you actually think that I'm afraid of you? Yeah right. I just looked death in the face, and still managed to walk away. I'm not afraid of anyone or anythin' for that matter. I get shot at almost on a daily basis and have at least an attempted murder once a month. If I lived in fear Tara, I wouldn't be out in that ring now would I? I stand in that ring with my head held high every time, knowin' there is a chance that I can lose, but I know if I try hard enough that I can pull a win out with or without help from anyone. Unlike you Tara I have people that I can call family, my friends and not have to worry about them leavin' me in the middle of somethin' that could end my life... Funny, where was Doc last week when you had your ass beat by Cleopatra and Ayla? Where was your precious brother then? He didn't give a damn about you, and left you to be beaten by those two. My guys would have been on them in two seconds flat, makin' sure that I was alright and protected. That's why I have them with me. They watch my back, like a real family does!
She slips her shoes on, and heads out of the office, and toward the living room where she had heard voices. She knew they wouldn't be happy with the fact that she didn't call for help, but she could handle something as simple as someone try to kill her, without knowing he was really up against.
Joanne: Tara you are not my superior and never will be. If anythin' it's the other way around. I don't answer to no one, but you have to answer to your trainers, your brother, and others... The only one that I answer to is Mr. Fox, that's only because I like it here, and don't want to lose my place. To Emma I have to say good luck, and if it comes down to it... It will be an honor to lose to you. You have shown me nothin' but respect, and last night that we could even possibly be friends after all this is said and done. Sunday night is comin' and I'm not afraid, of standin' against you Emma, but like I said before with you it's nothin' but business, but with Tara it's personal. I'm not goin' to go easy on you Emma, because I know you won't go easy on me. Bring everythin' that you have to our match, and show me why they call you the Queen of Extreme. I'm not goin' to give up that easy, and I won't back down until there is only one of us left standin' at the end of the match... The only one that will be left will be me. We are the Mafioso; and we get paid to kick your ass. Good luck on Sunday... You're goin' to need it. See you soon ladies.
Joanne walks into the living room and tells the guys what happened between her and Franco. Joanne shows them the mark from the attempted murder, before they head back toward the other room, as the scene fades to black.
Act 2: Say goodbye Davis
The scene opens on the Plaza hotel in New York city. The city was rushing by as the black limo pulled up in front of the hotel. Joanne and the boys step out of the back of the limo. They had one of the guards drive them, to keep Joanne safe from another attempt on her life. Once was already enough for the day. They head inside, into the main lobby where we find James Davis sitting in of the large arm chairs, with his bags packed and sitting by his feet. Joanne walks over to him and sit across from him.
James Davis: When Reno called and told me what happened I couldn't believe it. So you think that I'm in danger?
Joanne: Yes. Someone is after me, and they will go through everyone that is associated with me, or even knows me slightly. But that's not the only reason I wanted to see you.
Jame Davis: Really?
Joanne sighs, and puts a hand to her head. She didn't have time to deal with this right now, and the day hadn't been the greatest for her.
Joanne: Not in that way. I want you to go to Italy and find out who tried to have me killed. You'll have to stay with my father and his men will train you, and they will help you in every way they can to find the one that sent Franco after me. That wasn't the man my father sent... I mean anythin' can happen between the estate and...
She sighs, knowing what had happened. Her father's man had been killed more than likely after they told his replacement where he was going. It didn't surprise her any. She leans forward handing Davis a passport, and a plane ticket, before she gets to her feet. A young man in his late 20's walks up to her and whispers something in her ear, and she just nods.
Joanne: This is Nick. He'll be travelin' with you to the airport, to make sure that no one tries anythin' funny. You can trust him. He's my cousin on my mother's side. Now get goin'.
James Davis: What about the NCW? I mean Fox...
Joanne: Don't worry about Fox... I'll tell him why you left, and that you'll be back soon as possible. Good luck Davis.
She kisses him on the cheek and walks off, leaving Davis to watch after her, if the kiss had meant anything or was it just a friendly good luck? Joanne and the boys head back to the limo, and check it over before they get in. Reno and Rude head to the front of and slide in, and the car is soon pulling away from the curb once again.
They are soon back on the interstate heading toward Jersey Shore, and on the radio from what Joanne can hear is what sounds like Tic Toc being played. She sighs and leans back in the seat, only to see blue and red flashing lights. She closes her eyes and curses under her breath, as she moves over to the seat in front of the black glass that separated the front and back, and hits the button. The glass slides down, and Joanne taps Rude on the shoulder.
Rude: What is it boss?
Joanne: We got a problem. The cops want us to pull over.
Rude: ****. Wait ... I wasn't speeding.
Rude pulls over as the police car pull up behind them, and out steps a man that was dressed in a full uniform with a bulletproof vest over it, wearing dark glasses. Joanne looks out the back window and sighs. This might turn out bad, depends on who it was. He walks up to the drivers side door, and leans down.
Rude: Is there a problem officer?
Officer: Yeah... You're under arrest...
Rude swallows hard, and looks at him as the office lowers his glasses, and smiles.
Rude: For what?
Officer: For driving while black!
Reno and the officer just laughs, realizing who it was. It was a friend of Joanne's. This was officer Blitzskin. Rude just smacks the steering wheel.
Rude: F*** you Blitzskin.
The back window goes down, and Joanne just smiles seeing who it was. She leans out the window, as Blitzskin looks back at her, and walks towards her.
Blitzskin: Afternoon Ms. Canelli. I need to talk to you.
Joanne: Alright. Hop in.
Blitzskin: Actually can you step out?
Joanne just sighs, and nods, as he opens the door for her. She steps out and leans against the car.
Joanne: What's up Alex?
Blitzskin: My envelope was a little light this month.
Joanne looks back into the limo at Scarpaci, and sighs.
Joanne: Really? How much?
Blitzskin: 2500.
Joanne slips back inside the limo and smacks Scarpaci across the back of the head. He yells as Joanne just looks at him.
Joanne: How could you hold that much back? You know if it wasn't for him our asses would be in jail!
Scarpaci: We were short...
Rude: Bulls***!
Joanne grabs her jacket and pulls out a wad of bills, and counts it out, before handing to him.
Joanne: There's five grand there. That should cover it.
Blitzskin: Thank you Miss Canelli. Where are you headed?
Joanne: Home... I have to get ready for my match on Sunday night... Oh that reminds me...
She leans in and whispers something into his ear. He just nods and helps Joanne back into the limo, shutting the door, only to lean on the window.
Blitzskin:I'll give you a Police escort then.
Joanne just smiles and nods, as Blitzskin walks back to his car and hops in. He pull out in front of them, with the sirens blaring, leading them all the way back to Jersey Shore as the scene fades to black.