It had been a long weekend during Road to Glory, and an even longer start to the week for Capo. He was exhausted...
Yet in still, he was dedicated to making sure all of his new business ventures were intact. The Filming Studio had been completed with the help of Ashley Blain, and now Capo was working on several logos and merchandising.
Today was Wednesday, and Capo was now headed to his new Deli to meet the newly hired workers.
As Capo pulled up to the Deli, he saw a bunch of guys hanging out in front of the store. They were smoking black and milds and carrying on about basketball. One of the guys—yelled:
Guy 1: What the F** is the WiFi for this place? Yo go tell that broad to hurry up wit my fuggin bagel.
Guy 2:Yo You are wild son, you see she is by herself, chill fam…
Guy 1: She taking all day tho...I should rob this joint…
Guy 2: Chill son, we ain’t in the hood….I’m not tryna be hit….
Guy 1: Well go tell her slow ass she need to—-
Capo interrupts the group of guys…
Capo: ahem….yo yo yo excuse me fellas, but may I ask what are you doing in front of my shop acting like hoodlums…
Guy 2: You see Reggie, this is the ISH I be talking about...Loud ass…
Reggie:Who you calling a hood——
As Reggie turns around, he pauses for a moment and starts to laugh….
Guy 2: Bro, what’s so funny?
Reggie: You don’t know who this is? Yooooooo (more laughing occurs)
Guy 3: Oh snap it’s him b….
Reggie: I can’t believe I’m sitting here staring in person at this trash ass wrestler Capo
Guy 2: OOOOOOHHH…..Daaamn it is him….
Guy 3: Yo Reggie that’s foul…
Capo: I would appreciate it if you took your business elsewhere.
Capo:
This ain’t Harlem….
Capo:
We just opened up and we don’t want any trouble...
Capo:
I guarantee you don’t want any trouble either.
Reggie:Yo ain’t no wrestler about to tell me where I can’t eat. Especially a losin ass Wrestler.
Guy 3: That **** is fake anyway…
Guy 2. That **** ain’t fake..
Guy 2:
Not all of it….You telling me Mofos ain’t really getting thrown off the cage b.
All 3 start laughing….
Guy 1: Look at his face?
Guy 1:
After the big hawaiian looking dude BEAT HIS ASS over the weekend...
Guy 1 starts to mimic a Malu powerslam----BLAH!! MAN DOWN!!.....more laughs continue..
Capo: Alright Guys I’m gonna tell youse one more time to keep it moving, here’s 50 cash….Eat elsewhere…
Guy 2 and 3 lunge for the 50 dollar bill…
Reggie: Yo you ninjas some fiends...Y’all gonna let this washed wannabe wrestler just disrespect us like that.
Guy 3: Bro your bagel eating ass the only one that ordered from here.
Guy 3:
We gettin wings after this…
Reggie : Yo shut your ass up..All yall eat is wings...unhealthy ninjas….
Capo: Listen here, Reggie is it?
Reggie: Call me Trap mofo, you don’t know me Cap….
Reggie blows smoke into Capo’s direction…
Capo steps closer to Reggie, who starts to feel even more disrespected…
Reggie: Yo I ain’t one of these wrestling mofos….
Capo: Listen here Trap or Reggie or whatever your name is, you come around my shop with this ghetto bull crap, forgetuhboutit….fuccouttahere….
Capo:
This isn’t the hood. Now I’m warning you that you need to leave before this place is crawling with feds trying to poopa scoop youse wise guys off the ground..…
Reggie tries to lay into Capo but gets suplexed onto the hood of his friends car…
Guy 2 and 3: DAAAAAAAYYYUUUUMM!!
The two guys quickly pick Reggie off the ground and usher him into the car...They pull off…
Capo enters into the building of his new Deli to see that there are no workers except 1.
Capo: Where is everybody?
Worker 1: Guys you can come out…They're gone...
Several people come from behind the back room...They start to explain how the young guys outside had been very rude and one had a gun.
Capo apologized and calms the group of down as he welcomes them to Capo’s Deli.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Where is Spike Lee?
These People Need To DO THE RIGHT THING!
CODE JACKMAN vs JACOB TRANCE
The camera pans to the announce team.
OH MY
GOD
Previously Record: Minio at Lake Mead
As the scene fades onto the screen, the entire frame is filled with a zoomed in view of water, flowing mildly with the wind. With an overlay of text that reads “Previously Recorded”, the camera pans and zooms out, revealing a dock blanketed in sunlight with a number of boats swaying in the distance.
The One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, walks into frame past a sign that reads “Lake Mead Marina”, wearing a pair of shorts and his Wayfarers.
He gesture the camera man over towards him, who complies, following across the walkway of the dock. Minio points down into the water, the camera follows when sudden movements in the water causes the camera man to hop back in shock.
On the border of the frame, a smirk plays across Minio’s face, which leads the camera man to steel himself and look again.
This time it becomes much more clear, it’s a number of oversized catfish, freakishly big, swimming around and jousting for ripped chunks of white bread.
Bobby Minio: Would you just look at these goddamned things?
He waves a hand dismissively at the group of huge catfish.
Bobby Minio: I don’t know if this is some leftover radiation from the old days of testing nukes or whatever the hell, but they’re friggin huge.
Bobby Minio: When I moved here as a kid, they really unsettled me, I was pretty confident that one or two of them could pull me away from my family or friends and take me out there to drown.
Bobby Minio: I've heard they've found some as big as forty pounds out here, can you believe that? They definitely could have swooped lil me up if they really wanted...
He hops down into the water, just a little over waist deep, and begins wading towards the catfish. Then, looking at the camera, he gestures up and around.
Bobby Minio: Yeah I know, it’s in the mid 80’s out here today, and what? I was gonna hop back on a plane to go to Riot tonight and freeze my bag off on the east coast?
Bobby Minio: Hell with that, I was gonna enjoy the day, work on bronzing up, enhancing the physique, the boys would all understand.
He continues moving towards the fish, dragging his legs through the water.
Bobby Minio: Besides, I could say what I needed to say there, right here, just like this and still get my point across.
Bobby Minio: The news hit the dirt sheets hours after Road to Glory had ended anyway, and by now it’s on the official OCW website...
Minio stops in his tracks, looking up at the camera man, his arms outstretched.
Bobby Minio: They’re gonna finally make it official. They’re sending H2O back into a ring to deliver what I’m rightfully owed, the Light Heavyweight strap.
Bobby Minio: Ain’t it about goddamned time?
At this point, the catfish are beginning to swim short circles near and around Minio, he stares at the camera unphased.
Bobby Minio: It’s about time that people are starting to notice, right? Speaking of which…
With a shift of his hips, Minio fires a blind thrust kick to his right side, landing square on the side of a catfish’s head with a sharp smack, even through the water’s muffling.
The catfish recoils back, darting away in the opposite direction while the others swim around faster, agitated now.
Bobby Minio: THRUST KICK PARTY!
His hips shift towards the other side, firing off another brutal, targeted shot about the head of an unsuspecting catfish.
This one thrashes near Minio as a quick response, which prompts Minio to plunge his fist down, landing a devastating blow from above.
Bobby Minio: These stupid assholes don’t even know how to reverse!
He steps forward, before sharply dropping backwards with all of his weight, landing a falling elbow drop across the back a third catfish, this one larger than the others, which send the catfish cruising away a flight defense speeds.
Bobby Minio: Have I made my point clear yet? Do you get it? This is the line in the sand!
Bobby Minio: I’m waging war on all things H2O!
Bobby Minio: If you cheer for that guy, if you LIVE in water, you’re getting this work!
Bobby Minio: If you live ON the water, you better believe you’ll catch me strolling onto your houseboat with bad intentions!
He begins wading back towards the ladder to the dock, the catfish now giving him a wider berth.
Bobby Minio: If I so much as catch someone even drinking water before I have that strap over my shoulder, I might put a boot in your diaphragm and turn you into a goddamned FOUNTAIN, do you follow?
Bobby Minio: Am I making myself clear?
Bobby Minio: They’re sleeping on me, they slept on me in that Chamber, they’ve slept on me since the day I signed the contract and it’s going to be a big goddamned WAKEUP CALL!
Bobby Minio: When I win that title for the SECOND time in as many months, this time making it official!
He climbs up the ladder, standing square in front of the camera man who begins to step back slowly as Minio continually closes the gap, water spilling across the dock in his wake.
Bobby Minio: King Quotable is ready to receive his crown, ready to sit shoulder to shoulder with the so called legends of this company, most of which truthfully couldn’t hold a conversation with me, let alone hang with me at any point in my career!
Bobby Minio: I’m done waiting for the rest of the wrestling industry to acknowledge what my brothers had seen in me years ago, and now, they put ink on the paper and made the mistake of providing me with an opportunity that I can snatch away from one of their golden boys. From there?
He continues pressing forward on the camera man, his eyes staring through the camera, through the screen, his shoulders shrugging to emphasize.
Bobby Minio: Who knows, maybe the Muge and I make good on what we started a few weeks ago, and capture those tag straps as well, take total control in the say way that Sensation let a cabal of gassed up cut rate wrestlers run roughshod over this place, eh?
Bobby Minio: How would THAT FLY?
As he shouts into the camera, a groan is heard behind the frame and it shakes violently with a crashing sound.
As the camera focuses, it becomes clear that it was not a crash we had heard, but a splash.
The camera man had fallen backwards into the water. Minio steps to the edge of the dock, staring down into the lens, the front side of his shrouded in shadows as he is back lit by the beating sun over Southern Nevada.
Bobby Minio: Let me make this loud and clear, so you get it, alright? Understand… I’m underrated and I’m overstaying my welcome!
He stares into the lens for another five to ten seconds before turning his back on the camera, walking away with deliberate steps that vibrate through the wooden planks.
The camera man begins to curse to himself behind the lens, looking for the easiest way to escape the waters and catfish of Lake Mead as the scene fades into the next segment.
