Ryan Williams vs Gambini

[Alan White]

limit of 3 rps per wrestler and deadline will be extended to sunday at 10 pm central.

[godfathergambini]

* The scene opens inside of the United Center in Chicago, Illinois. A tuxedo wearing Michael Davis stands backstage with a camera crew and a mic in hand and beside Godfather Gambini. Gambini has an arrogant look on his face and grins into the camera. He is wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt and black tie. As usual his hair is tied back into a ponytail.*

Michael Davis: First off I would like to congratulate you on your win last night. It was a great debut for you and for those fans who missed last nights main even I have a clip of some events late in the match.

*The scene fades to a clip of last night. It shows a very intense battle and Gambini locking in his tactical finisher the Mobster Clutch. When the Godfather applies some pressure you can see RJ almost immediately tapping out and begging for mercy. The scene comes back to Michael and Gambini.*

Michael Davis: Well can you tell us what was going through your head near the end of this match Mr. Gambini?

*Gambini rubs his hands together and seems to think back to last night’s main event*

GG: Well Mike I knew I had the advantage towards the end. I mean RJ was alright at the beginning but then I just got into my rhythm and dictated the rest of the match. When I locked in my Mobster Clutch I knew it was all over. It was just a matter of time before I was victorious. And I think I showed the world what I am all about. I went into that ring and got right down to business just like I said I would. There was no horsing around or no taunting just strictly competing and the better man definitely won.

Michael Davis: Well there was some big announcements made about the World Heavyweight Tittle! And you will be competing in the tourney for that tittle. Next week you will be in the ring with Venom and the winner will advance for gold. What your feelings on the tourney and your opponent for next week?

GG: HAHA, excellent question pizzan. You see I got my eye on that tittle and I don’t care who gets in my way. They will be easily disposed of and it will start with this clown Venom. If he expects to even stand a chance he better be training day in and day out. He better be focused and he better be motivated. I am a man who lives to compete and will only be stopped by a bullet. No man can stop me with their own two hands. In the ring I am always one step ahead of my opponent and I plan on being the first ever WUW World Heavyweight Champion. Then the scum of the WUW will know who to bow down to. Not Steve Whit or Alan White but me Godfather Gambini! I will be unstoppable next week and if Venom slips up in that ring I will lock him into one of my hundreds of Submission and end his worthless little career. I am the Sicilian Sniper, I am Italy’s Finest, I am the Godfather! Now who dares to take the Italian Test? Get into line because soon everyone is going to want a shot at MY tittle.

Michael Davis: Well thanks very much for joining us and tune in next week when the World Tittle tournament will begin.

*The scene fades to black*

[venom]

A short chubby man in a brown suit can be seen standing in the woods at the end of a dirt trail that leads into the heart of a dark forest. He takes out a handkerchief from the inside of his suit pocket and dabs at the sweat on his bald head.

Ryan Williams jogs out of the woods wearing nothing but a pair of shorts with his ripped upper body soaked in perspiration.

Williams: “Lister what the f**k are you doing here?”

Tom Lister, who has his back to the trail, jumps at the sound of Williams disgruntled voice.

Lister: “ I was just making sure your getting ready for your match. How are things goin on the comeback trail kid?”

Williams: “It was great until you showed up.”

The two start to walk together towards a parking lot where 2 cars are parked.

Lister: “Well you know you’re the main event and it’s the first round of the Title Tournament.”

Williams: “Thanks captain fat ass, like I already didn’t know. I’m in the same shape I am since I left the ring and I’m ready to show these fans what I can do. There’s no way I’d want to come back other then Staring in the main event on Friday Night Freeze. There is no way that I would embarrass myself out there. At the age of 23 I’m just entering my prime. I can’t go out there and suck worse then your mom trying to earn a few bucks. I’m gonna go out there and keep the fans on the edge of their seat. I’m going to give them a look at what greatness can be. When I enter the ring, I will give the fans what they paid for and them some more. You know how I operate and you shouldn’t expect anything less from me.”

The two arrive in the parking lot and stop between the two cars.

Lister: “This isn’t time for jokes, your going to be facing one of the best wrestlers In the WUW. You better be ready and you better have all the rust worked off.”

Williams: “You mean this Tony Soprano wannabe? Tom, I know guys in gaudy jewelry and velvet track suits scare you because your always up to something shady but this guy is just another goon that will get what’s coming to him. Pretty soon he’ll be sleeping with
Vito Spatafore again, I bet he misses him dearly.”

Lister shots Williams a glare and grumbles out a retort.

Lister: “I know these mobster guys you don’t want to upset them. I wouldn’t say anything like that in an interview if I was you.”
Williams: “ Yeah and thankfully I’m not you. I’d have to shoot myself if I looked like a life size Pillsbury Doughboy. Fortunately the only thing I owe this guy is an ass kicking.”

Lister: “Well Ryan, at least your wit is as sharp as always. The rings skills better be on par too.”

Williams: “ Just call me Tiger Woods, because I’m ready to win. Give me the keys to this hunk of junk. What kind of rental is this anyways?”

Lister reaches into his pants pocket and throws a pair of keys to Ryan.

Lister: “ Sorry we couldn’t fly your cars in this weekend, I think it’s a chevy impala.”

Ryan opens the door and is about to get in before he ask Lister one last question.

Williams: “ Did you get the full coverage insurance on this bad boy?”

Lister with a look of fright stares at the car as if it’s the last time he’ll see it.

Lister: “ Uhhh, yeah, Don’t do anything stupid Ryan.

Williams: “Don’t worry about me big guy. Oh and the Names Venom, Remember M---”

Ryan is interrupted by Tom before he can finish his sentence.

Lister: “ I know, I know. Everybody knows your trademark phrase.”

Williams: “Later fat man.”

Ryan speeds off as Lister shakes his head.

Lister: “I think he’s ready.”

[venom]

A tall, tan man wearing jeans and a tight shirt to show off his well chiseled physique walks out of a dark tunnel that leads to the floor of the Georgia Dome. The dome is completely empty but its set up and all prepared for WUW’s Friday night Freeze. The man’s electric eyes survey the thousands of seats still folded, waiting to be filled with excited fans to watch some of the best wrestlers entertain them. He slowly walks towards the ring that stands in the center of the Georgia Dome floor.

Ryan “Venom” Williams rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and lays on the center of the canvas mat.

Williams: “The worst sight ever, the ceiling of an Arena….. A sight only seen when your down and out for the count. When your done, finished, dead, out of gas, no more juice left.”

Ryan closes his eyes and replays a match in his head as his thoughts wander.

**A large arena is packed with a standing room only crowd. The noise level is unbearable and the air is full of suspense. Two men, covered in sweat and blood are trying with all their will to stand again. A young man reaches for the ropes to pull himself up. Just before he fully regains his stance he’s pulled back down to and into an ankle lock by his opponent. As his ankle twist so does his face, into a look of pure agony. His eyes fill with pain but in an instant the pain leaves his eyes and he’s suddenly infused with pure adrenaline fueled rage. He rolls his body to counter the ankle lock and delivers a kick to the face to floor his opponent. The young man jumps up to his feet and waits for his dazed counterpart to stand up. The opponent rises and is instantly scooped up into the young mans grip. The young man delivers a punishing, body crunching jackhammer to finish his opponent. The young man covers his opponent and the ref starts the count as the fans yell each number louder until the refs hand hits the mat and 3 reverberates throughout the massive arena. The roar is so deafening the only thing you can hear is a ringing in your ears. The ref hands the young man a belt as the man falls to his knees. He stares at the belt in amazement and a small smile is seen forming on his face.**

Ryan snaps out of his day dream state to find himself kneeling in the same position as the young man in the memory, staring blankly at his empty hands. Goosebumps cover his body as he shakes his head to clear his mind.

Williams: “It’s been to long since I’ve held the gold in my hands. If any of these jobbers think that they’ll stop me from being a champion, they got another thing coming. It all starts against Gambini and ends with me holding the title. I don’t care how many people I have to pin, I’m going to win that belt.”

Ryan rolls back out of the ring and starts his walk back towards the tunnel. Just before he’s consumed by the darkness of the tunnel’s shadow he turns to glance at the empty Georgia Dome one last time. A smile creeps across his face.

Williams: “Its gonna be a bloodbath. I better bring some bubbles.”
With that he turns and journeys into the bowels of the Georgia Dome to find his locker room.

[godfathergambini]

Director: Here you go Mr. Gambini we are finally finished editing your promotional commercial that will air tonight all over national television in the United States of America. To tell you the truth I don’t think it is such a great idea to air this. I mean this is going to be very offending to most people.

**A very bulky and muscular Godfather Gambini stands in black dress pants and a white tank top. There are three or four thick gold chains draped over the tank top.He seems very intense and gives the director a very cold glare. The director takes a few steps back awaiting GG’s verbal response.**

GG: Is this country not a land that you call free? Is this not a place where you have freedom of speech pizzan? Obviousely you have no clue who I am and what I have done you ignorant piece of crap.

Director: Well yes it is…but I don’t think you are getting the point. I mean people are going to be very upset if this commercial airs. It sends a very bad message to everyone, especially the youth.

GG: No, No, No! I don’t think you are getting the point Mr. Big shot commercial director. If this commercial does not air tonight then I will be one very pissed off Mobster . Do you understand? Capiche ?The Godfather always gets what he wants! And some ugly hillbilly director is not going to stop my destiny. The world needs to see who I really am and this promo will show these prejudice Americans my purpose in America. Not play it back on the big screen so I can see it! NOW!

** The Director throws in a DVD and the The Godfather Theme music begins to blare from the speakers. Pictures of explosions play in the background. Suddenly they stop and the scene comes totally black. Gambini submerges from the darkness and begins to speak.**

GG: I am new to the WUW. That I can admit. But I will show the world who I really am. And most importantly I will bring back the pride of my Italian people. Everyone wants to make us a big fat joke. But we are very strong willed people and we will not be the laughing stock of filthy Americans. That is why I am in the premier American federation WUW…to prove to the world that the Italians are and always will be the best competitors and fighters in the world. We have come along way since the beginning of time, but we have showed everyone that we are here to stay. Most people do not agree with are ways. But one thing that everyone can agree on is the way we spread our messages… through TERROR. We do no fear anything or anyone. Most people fear the day of their death but the Italians see that as a day of rejoice. If we die spreading the message of our culture then we will be legends forever.

**The Godfather sets himself up in a boxing stance as pictures of old Mafia court trials speed through the background. Ali throws a left jab towards the camera as a simultaneous scene of a bomb dropping plays behind the superstar.**

GG: You see as most of you already know, I have fought all over the world but mostly in Japan. I have put my life on the line just to taste sweet victory! And now next week I have to fight a man who obviously has a big mouth and will pay the price for talking out of turn. All I know is he is American and as an American he is my sworn enemy. He is everyone’s sworn enemy for that matter. If you do not agree with my ways then you will be placed as a target. No one will save you from my Italian Submission tactics. Ryan Williams will find this out next week. He will feel the pain of the Mobster Clutch…As I slowly thrust my hard bicep into his atoms apple. And then when I apply just the slightest pressure you will here Venom scream in excruciating pain and almost tap out instantly. That is something I promise to my legion‘s of fans. He will see and feel my shoot wrestling skills. I can end his night in a split second or carry on the match as a painful, brutal one-sided blood bath. It all depends on my mood at the time. So tune in next week to see my match in the great WUW. Watch me become the most successful wrestler in WUW history. Who wants to stop me? Step up!

** The scene fades as screams from innocent victims flood the television. The scene comes back to the director watching on in fear as Gambini is smiling with pride.**

Director: Do you understand what I am trying to tell you Godfather? This should not be a commercial that is aired on national Television. And to tell you the truth I do not want to be involved in this picture.

GG: That was the greatest piece of work I have ever seen. It represents me in the best way possible. It is exactly what I wished to have. Plus I payed you to do a job and now you have to be a man of your word and accept your work. You must go on with your part of the agreement and air this promo.

Director: I refuse to air this. I’m sorry but it is too offensive to show the American people. After all we have been through a lot. It’s not something I want to support. It is something that will ruin my career.

GG: Well we should have showed film of Americans torturing innocent Iraqi soldiers! What do you call that? My people call it terrorism. You Americans are two-faced. What do you call George W. Bush? My people call him a Terrorist! He sits back at his ranch in Texas drinking champagne with Bin Laden. Meanwhile Americans are giving their lives to try and find him in the middle east.

** The director swipes the DVD and tries to leave the studio. GG grabs the man from behind and nails him with a straight kick to the knee. The director falls like a ton of bricks**

GG: How dare you disrespect me like this! We had an agreement. You gave me your word. Now you will pay the almighty price. You will receive the worst assault of your life!

**GG picks up the Director and nails a power bomb through the wood table near by. The director lays limp as GG snickers at the terror he has caused. He picks up the director and locks him into ’The Hit’ a form of the figure four that Gambini uses. The man continues to lay limp. Gambini hears a snap come from the left leg of the director and drops the hold. He picks up the DVD laying on the floor and exit’s the studio.**

[venom]

A beautiful blonde bombshell with long sexy legs is walking down the back halls of the Georgia Dome. In a short skirt and revealing top, Pamela Paulshock stops in front of a door with the words Venom on the front. She plays with her hair and looks a little flustered. She turns to the camera man to ask a quick question.

Paulshock: “Do you think I look Ok? I mean, this is Ryan Williams!”

Before the camera man can reply the door to the locker room swings open to reveal a shirtless Ryan Willams. His muscular body Shines in the light of the camera.

Willams: “Pamela, you look great, probably the best thing I’ve seen all day. What can I do for ya?”

Pamela who Is obviously blushing tries to regain her composure to ask Ryan a few questions.

Paulshock: “ Um, well, I was just wondering If you’ve seen Godfather Gambini’s Commercial?”

Williams: “Yeah what a nut job. I can’t believe this man said some of those things. We’re set to rumble in the main event on friday night freeze and its going to be a war but it seems like Gambini is bent on turning this into something bigger then it has to be. Friday, It comes down to 3 things. One it’s a test of strength. Second it’s a test of skill. Last but not least, It’s a test of will. The man who has the most heart will be the one who wins. I’m young but I’ve been around this wrestling business my whole life. And yes it is a business. My job is to be the best professional wrestler I can be. A wise man once told me do what you love not love what you do. When I’m in between those ropes and in that ring, I wrestle for myself and nobody else. I don’t care about a paycheck, I care about coming out on top. I don’t have to make a whole country an enemy or put a whole race on my back to get motivated to win a match, I do it for me. When your in the ring, its just you and the other guy. You can’t bring a country with you, you have to win by yourself. I live for the moments when I’m in the zone and taking it to my opponent. There is no better feeling then kicking some ones ass in the ring with the fans behind you. They eat up every move you make and scream for more. Everything in the stadium is energized. The Dad who’s stuck at the event because his kid wanted to come for his birthday, Is cheering for you. The popcorn vendor stops selling popcorn and watches you. Ushers mouths drop in amazement as you flawlessly execute stunning moves against a man who will soon be defeated. A rush flows through everybody and you’re the man that controls it. You’re untouchable and when you nail that finisher and pin the man for a 1,2,3, Its pure ecstasy.”

Paulshock: “Well you’ve painted quite the picture there. What do you expect against Gambini?”

Williams: “Nothing less the best match seen in WUW’s short history. Sure, it will be one sided as I wipe the mat with his greasy carcass, but it will be one to remember. The way I see this is that Gambini is a guy who has stolen, cheated, and schemed his way towards whatever he’s wanted in life. Hard work is a phrase that doesn’t exist in his vocabulary. I may have it all now but that’s because I worked I disagree off to get here. I paid with blood, sweat, and tears. He’s just been a thug his whole life. Before this man declares a “war” on America, he should really think about what he’s saying. America has given so many of his people a chance to make a better life. If he wants say I have a big mouth I’ll give him an award for stating the obvious. Yeah I have a big mouth but I’ve backed it up time and time again. I can walk the walk and talk the talk.”

Paulshock: “Are you worried at all about the Godfathers submission type wrestling tactics?”

Williams: “Not at all. I know there’s still a few things people need to learn about me here. The name “Venom” just isn’t a silly nickname or gimmick. It best describes my style. Once you get in the ring with me it’s all down hill from there. I get into your head and work you like a piece of meat. I’m toxic and once this toxin is in your blood its all over. There is no antidote for this poison.”

Paulshock: “Interesting, I did not know that. Any other words for Gambini?”

Williams: “Funny you should ask. I have just a few, I will try to keep them small so he can comprehend them. That means understand Gambini. Remember the name or you’ll die in vain.”

Ryan Williams shuts the door and the interview is over.