------------------------------------------------------------ "Bigg Rigg" John Gambino Tony Fragale Chris Gambino [Part I : The Truth be told] Who is John Gambino? Well...I guess any body's guess would be just as good as mine. All I know about John Gambino is that he is buried under six feet of dirt, worms and crap. Other than that, Johnny and I never got to know each other all that well. I had considered him to be a friend, but he was more of a "hi, nice to see you...goodbye!" type of friend. I had only hung around him in the first place because of my friendship with Frankie. But, when people ask me who John Gambino REALLY is; I know they are actually talking about me. Who am I? That question is one that I have been asking myself now for years and years....who am I? At one time I believed that I was somebody who could be the world's next Steve Jason. The man that could do all the right things and never any of the things that others in the world considered to be "wrong". I tried to be that man too, for many years. But I finally realized that Steve Jason really is like Superman, because there can only be one of him. Steve will always be the guy that people look up to and strive to be more like. He will always be the man that little kids dress up as at Halloween and have birthday parties with his likeness plastered on their cake, paper plates, napkins and decorations. Steve will always be the one that mothers tell their sons to grow up as and the kind of guy any father would love to see his daughter marry. That's Steve Jason and I admire him so, so much for that. But me, I am John Gambino. I may not be the person born with the name John Gambino on his birth certificate; but I am the only John Gambino this world has left. I am the guy that people fear and stay away from. I am the guy that little kids pretend to beat up on Halloween and as they blow out their birthday candles; I am the man they wish to see laying bloody in an XWF ring. I am the guy that creates strict mothers, hoping that their sons don't grow up like me; while doing everything that they can to prevent it from happening. I am the kind of guy that a father chases with a shotgun from his teenage daughter's bedroom at night, while fearing and knowing full well that one day he will call me his son-in-law. For years I have attempted to fight that person, to push him downward and bury him underneath a pile of lies. But....I simply can't and won't fight it anymore. To quote Popeye the sailor man..."I am what I am and that's all that I am." Sometimes I still feel like the villain of this story, as hard as I have attempted to be the hero. I earlier spoke of Steve Jason being a lot like Superman and I find that very funny; because I am a lot like Lex Luthor. Much like Lex, I have tried and tried to become more like the hero of the story; in his case Superman and in my case Steve Jason. But, as much as we tried we could never ever be successful in our attempts. Why? Because Lex and I, we both have the tendency to not be able to look at humanity through rose colored glasses. Both Steve Jason and Superman can always see the best in everybody and always seem to give the world the benefit of the doubt. Lex and I, we see the bad and we do the only thing we know how to do to it...KILL IT. You see, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. That quote is an oldie, but it sure as hell is true. Everything that Lex Luthor ever did that may have looked like an act of evil at first glance, was really his attempt at saving the world. Even when Lex has attempted to kill Superman, it was always because he thought Superman would eventually become a threat to the world. I am the same exact way. Everything that I have done in the XWF and in my life for that matter; has been an example of me trying to do good things. The difference between the good Lex and I are accustomed to and the good Superman and Steve Jason do; is that we are just a bit messier. Never to I stop and think about being gentle or about inflicting as little pain as humanly possible. If somebody gets into my way, pisses me off and makes me think that they deserve it....I won't even pause in splattering their blood all over the walls. I don't consider myself to be a villain, nor am I a hero as I do not fit the description of a hero. Yet, I have a following of people that for some reason; look up to me. Yes, most of my fans consist of the rebels, the tough, the mischievous and the misunderstood...but they are my people none the less. So, when asking the question....who is John Gambino? I guess I would have to answer by saying, The one and the only Angry F'N Italian, The king of bada bing and the XWF's ONLY true anti-hero. Yes Downfall, ONLY TRUE anti-hero. This finally brings me to YOU Blizzard. Steve Jason is the Hero of this story, I am the Anti-Hero...what does that make you? Perhaps you're just another anti-hero, your acceptance of my open challenge could very well have just been your own idea of a respect filled contest with somebody that you have always enjoyed going up against. Maybe. But, I personally believe that you came out to the ring, stood across from me with that cocky grin etched onto your face and accepted my challenge...simply to rain on my parade. I had just made my return and on top of that; I had just got done kicking the hell out of Downfall and his significant other. Then, out comes Blizzard...shocking the world by accepting my challenge; while at the same time taking the spotlight from me. That being discussed Blizz, I have know doubt of what your place in this story is. YOU my friend, are the antagonist of this story. But, why did you want to come out and choose me of all people, to mess with? You singled me out so well from the rest of the XWF roster, that I almost handed you a chainsaw and renamed you Trent. But, it is very easy for me to understand exactly why Trent chooses to attack me all the time....it's called jealousy. But you Blizz, what do you have to be jealous of? Pretty much everything I have accomplished, you too have accomplished. Wait a second.....I was just remembering the last time we faced each other and I made you look like such a bitch that you might as well have borrowed Cyren's favorite dress to wrestle in. Are you still pissed off at e about that Blizz? About me ruining your last chance at fighting for the universal championship? Well, if it makes you feel any better, I went onto that universal championship match to get screwed by Jonathyn Brown so hard that it could have made an old whore blush. But, that's the whole thing....isn't it Blizz? I may have gotten screwed out of the win, but I still got the chance to wrestle for the belt, to headline the pay per view that month....something that you not only wanted; but thought that you deserved. Well Blizz, sometimes life just doesn't turn out the way we expect it to. Even though I would be a seven or so time universal champion right now had Jon Brown saved all his screwing for his male friends as he did before he met me...I still don't sit here and wonder "what if?" because the fact is this Blizz, what happened in the past is already done and over with; you cannot change the past no matter how badly you may want to. You lost to me, I went on to fight for the universal championship and That's undeniable. Facing me again won't change that, hell even if you were to beat me all it would do is tie us in wins against each other. So what is it really that you hope to accomplish? Whatever your intentions are, let me enlighten you to mine; Blizzard. I am tired of doing things in the XWF just to get a chance at the XWF universal championship. It isn't worth it anymore for me to jump through a bunch of little hoops in this company to get what I want and I refuse to do it anymore. The main reason I am here is to hurt people, plain and simple. All the people who ran their mouths during my prior XWF tenure and people that continue to run their mouths now; I want nothing more than to wrap my hands around their throats and Watch as they breathe their last breath of air. But, you were never one of those people Blizz, you have always minded your own business and only ran your mouth when somebody started shit with you first. I respected that about you Blizz. But now, here you are knee deep in my shit. Why Blizz? Do you like the smell of fresh turds THAT much? Or, is there a hidden agenda that none of us yet know about. That's it, isn't it Blizz? Well, hidden agenda or not; either way I could care less. At Snow Job, I am going to be there to do one thing and one thing only; beat you. There are no politics involved in this one as far as I am concerned. In my view, neither of us gets anything by winning this match. The only thing we get from this match is the opportunity to beat another XWF legend and the opportunity to give the XWF fans one hell of a match. I respect you Blizz and I know that you will deliver on your end. As for me, I will deliver and I will also promise you Blizz...that finally you will get the chance to do something that you haven't been able to do in a long, long time. No, I'm not talking about getting it up without that little blue pill. You will get the chance to once again, feel the rage. Guaranteed.
Location: The Gambino home; East Rutherford, NJ. Time/ Date: 11:15 P.M. Saturday, January 30 th, 2010. Christopher. He had returned to the one place that anyone he could have asked would have called him a moron for returning to. Dressed all in black, Chris looked as if he had snuck in and stolen the wardrobe of Roseanne's Darlene. He was in search of the same thing he had gotten from his mother's house earlier, money. Chris had gotten himself into quite a dilemma since I had last talked to him. It seems that his "close ties" that he thought he had with some of my enemies in Las Vegas had turned on him. Now, they wanted money and lots of it. Not in exchange for anything, well...except for Chris' own life. Chris pushed open my office door and peaked his head into the dark room; once he was confident the room was empty, Chris reached his hand up and turned on the light. As he entered the room, his entire body jerked forward as he saw me sitting in my chair. I was dressed in my black Armani suit, with my black fedora sitting atop my head. A cigar hung from my lips and it's smoke poured to the ceiling, culminating into a puff of smoke that looked much like snow clouds. On my lap I held my silenced Delta M1911, stroking it with my right hand. Chris attempted to turn back around and head out the door, where he came in.....but Tony, Jullian and Eli had already secured the exits. "What are you doing here, Christopher?" I asked. "I...I....I need money." He replied, as he sat down in the chair on the opposite side of my desk. "What makes you think that after what you did, after turning your back on me and trying to kill me; that you would be welcome in this house?" I spoke in a soft voice. "I'm your son." Christopher said, his eyes locked onto mine. "You're supposed to love me, no matter what." "I do love you son." I replied. "I love you so much. Which is why this entire situation is so difficult for me. When you shot me and left me for dead, I didn't lay there feeling sorry for myself. No. Instead I laid there, watching my blood soak the carpet of that cheap hotel room...wondering how my son could have broken my heart." "It was my time, MY TIME!" Chris began to shout, as he stood up. "WHEN WAS I EVER GOING TO GET ANYTHING OF MY OWN FROM YOU OR THE "FAMILY BUSINESS"!?" "You just needed to wait, Christopher. Wait and learn along the way." I explained calmly. "If you had, then maybe things would have turned out differently. Maybe you'd still be my son." ".....I am still your son. You love me, remember?" Chris said, as he sat back down. I grabbed my cigar with my left hand and placed it into the crystal ashtray on my desk. Then placed my left hand on the gun along side my right. "I do love you, Christopher." I said in agreement. "But, you are no longer my son. You lost that privilege when you put a bullet into my right shoulder. You are no longer a part of this family Christopher. You move among us and we do not see you. You cry out and we do not hear you. You are but a shadow among us, forever." "Dad...." Chris began, a tear dripping from his left eye. "I am sorry Christopher. I really am." "You have to give me another chance, Dad....please." Christopher pleaded. I stood up from my chair, clutching my Delta in my right hand. I moved closer to Christopher, looking down at him I began to picture him as a child. Tears began flowing down both my cheeks. "Dad......." Christopher said in a whisper. "I love you." "I love you too son.........." Seconds later....... Such a faint sound, like that of a whistling blue jay sitting on a tree branch on a sunny spring day. Such a harmless sound. Yet the damage it does is far from harmless. I opened the door to my office, Tony, Jullian and Eli stood there looking back at me; all their expressions showing the same sadness. I looked up at Tony, my face wet with my own tears; I placed my bloody Delta into the palm of Tony's left hand. "You're right Tony." I said. "People really don't change.....do they?" "No...." Tony replied in a whisper. "They don't, Boss." I walked past Eli and Jullian, keeping my eyes looking toward the floor. I was John Gambino, maybe not by birth.....but I was him. Forever stuck in a life that was never meant to be mine. All of Gambino's problems, his woes, his hardships....all mine. |
