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| Fiasco | Jun 18 2008, 10:20 PM Post #1 |
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There is one thing that Julian Fiasco can’t stand in life and that is losing. The man doesn’t know how to deal with losing. Why should he? He is used to winning all his life and having things go his way. Losing was never an option for him growing up in the family he grew up in and losing still isn’t an option. Despite his passion not to lose Fiasco has hit a stumbling block in his return to wrestling in Sanctioned Violence Wrestling. He has lost his first two matches and is going crazy. Granted his two matches were against formidable opponents especially his last one, which was against the World Champion Psyko Stevo. Julian has the tough task of trying to right his own ship and find his way into the win column. His next match is an eight-man tag match. This is Julian’s chance to get things turned around in sVo and to start taking care of Bad Religion. The scene opens with a near plastered Julian Fiasco slouching at the bar in some local joint in Monterrey, Mexico. He is wearing one of his expensive black pinstripe suits with a red shirt and black tie, which is hanging loose from his neck. His scotch glass is empty but he motions for the bartender to fill it up. The bartender quickly walks over to Julian with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. He fills up the glass and is given a fifty-dollar tip from Julian. With little hesitation Julian downs the drink in all of five seconds and his head drops on top of his arms, which are resting on top of the bar. The bartender lets out a chuckle to himself as he walks away from Julian. A couple of minutes pass and Julian has not moved an inch. The bartender becomes worried and attends to Julian and starts shaking his shoulder. The bartender shakes harder and harder but to no avail. He then fills a glass full of water and starts to pour it on Julian’s face causing him to jolt up in his seat. Fiasco: What in the hell just happened?! Why is my face wet?! Bartender: I poured water on you to try and wake you up sir. Between him being drunk and the bartender’s hispanic accent Fiasco had a hard time understanding what the bartender was saying. Fiasco: What did you just say? Bartender: I said I poured water on you to wake you up. You were passed out sir. Fiasco: You better not be fucking lying to me!! That shit isn’t cool bro! Bartender: I apologize sir. Would you like for me to call you a taxi? Fiasco shakes his head yes to the bartender’s question then his head drops back down to the bar. The bartender quickly phones a taxi service and decides to leave Julian be until the taxi arrives. Ten minutes later the taxi pulls up out in front of the bar. The bartender notices and signals for the bouncers. Two men who look to be filled with steroids come over and pick up Julian and carry him out to the taxi and lay him in the backseat. .......................................... Julian is walking down an alley in Monterrey, Mexico when two men dressed in all black sweat suits with ski masks come up behind him. He can feel the presence of the two men and he picks up his pace a little bit, but the two men close in on him and get closer and closer with each step. Julian breaks in an all out sprint, but is blindsided by a man dressed just like the other two from an alley. The man speared him to the ground causing blood to begin to flow from Fiasco’s head. The two men that were chasing Julian quickly catch up with their comrade that took him out. The three men pick Julian up and carry him down the alley the third man had come from. Approximately two hundred yards down the alley the three men approach a door and carry Julian through it. Inside is an empty warehouse room exactly like one you would see in a movie. In the middle of the room is a chair with rope lying in front of it. A single overhead light is shining down on the chair. The men put Julian down in the chair and being to tie the rope around his chest and the chair. One of the men starts to slap Julian in the face to wake him up and on the fifth slap he finally opens his eyes. Still groggy Julian shakes his head to wake himself up. After several seconds he finally comes to and realizes that he is tied down to a chair. Fiasco: What the fuck is going on here?!! Why am I tied to this chair?!! Man 1: Ah Mr. Fiasco how nice it is to see you again. Fiasco: Who the fuck are you?! You don’t know me! Man 2: Actually Julian we do know you. We happen to know you very well and you know us too. Fiasco: I don’t know you! I don’t associate myself with little bitches! Man 3: Now Julian, why does my partner have to be a little bitch? Fiasco: Because it took three of you to jump me and then you won’t be men about and show your faces. The three men starting laughing in unison while Julian just stares blankly at them. Man 1: Say what you will Julian, but we really don’t care. The only thing we care about is our money. Fiasco: Your money? There is only one person on this earth that I owe money to and it isn’t you! So untie me right fucking now!! Man 2: You should really calm down Julian because you aren’t going anywhere until you tell us where our money is at. Julian gives a smirk to the three men and starts to whistle. After several seconds pass of him whistling the three men start to get angry and impatient. They finally realize that Julian isn’t going to speak so they take things to the extreme. Man 1: Well Julian I have come to the conclusion that you aren’t going to tell us where our money is so it looks like we will have to do things our way. Fiasco: Your damn right I’m not telling you shit! You know why….because there is nothing to tell you, you dumbass! One of the three men walks into the darkness of the room and returns seconds later with a machete in his right hand. Julian notices and looks up at the man and then the other two and spits at their feet. The two men back up and let the one with the machete stand directly in front of Julian. Man 3: We gave you your chance Julian. Now it is time to pay for your decisions. The man grips the machete so tight his knuckles start to turn white. He cocks his arm back and with one swift motion he slices through Julian’s neck sending his head flying off……… Julian sits straight up yelling and grabbing onto his neck. It was all a dream….his head was still intact and there were no men after him. The only thing he had to worry about was how he ended up laying on the ground in front of his hotel room. |
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