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Special Guests: Chris Gambino. Ready to strike. Since my return to the Titan Wrestling Corporation, things have felt a lot different than they did back in the day. It goes to show that you can return to places in your past, but you can never relive it. The TWC is a changed place and with it, I am a changed man. But change isn't nessecarilly a bad thing, change can be something great if it is the right kind of change. For some my changes are something to morn, the death of The Ladies Mann. I have watched all of the TWC fans pour into the stands, clad in "The Ladies Mann" Bigg Rigg t-shirts; wishing nothing more than for history to repeat itself. They just can't let go, they can't move with the times....can they? They are all stuck in the past, keeping their eyes closed simply to avoid the truth of the present. But, rather they want top see it or not.....The Ladies Mann rests in peace, The Angry Italian lives. I feel as if I may lose total control very soon, though I use every ounce of restraint to stop the darkness from within from breaking loose.....I fear that I can't hold it back for very longer. It sickens me to see the new generation of wrestlers in the TWC, it sickens me to see what they have turned this place into. I can remember back in the prime days of TWC, this was the federation to be in. We were better than anybody, setting the bar for every other wrestling company. Now, Superballs returned to re-open the TWC in an attempt to re-live what many of us considered to be the best times in our careers. That dream was an honorable one, it was a dream that should be allowed to come true. But the truth is, people like Jose Chavez came into the Titan Wrestling Federation and injected it with a deadly virus. Hence the reason the darkness within me keeps attempting to claw to the surface, ready to destroy. I can continue to fight the darkness for as long as my strength permits, but the truth is...why the hell should I? There is a cure to the infectious virus that the TWC has been injected with, that cure of course being ME! I have no problem stepping up, I have no problem taking everybody out that gets into my damn way and I have no problem showing everybody exactly who the hell I am. Jose, you talk about how this is just "business". You have this entire situation very, very wrong my friend. Because you see, I am DONE with keeping things just business. In my mind everything is personal and our match is no exception to that rule. I don't care about who you are, what wars you've been in over the years or who you have beaten in this industry. Because the fact is, until you have beaten me....you have done NOTHING! You don't scare me, nor do you have me worried Chavez. Mainly because you don't have to be Miss.Cleo to know what the hell is going to happen tomorrow night. What is going to happen, is me walking in, stepping right up into your face. I will look downward at your child-like build, then with a chuckle I will do what I do best. I will attack my prey and I will kill it. Guaranteed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Time/Date: 4:15 AM Thursday June 11Th 2009 Place: The Gambino Mansion ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I packed my bags at four in the morning, feeling like a thief in the night. With my duffel bag sitting on top of my desk, I stuffed my "FLC" t-shirt inside and then zipped the bag up. I didn't feel right having to lie to my wife, to my family and to my head of security Eli Sharpe; but if they knew the truth they would have attempted to talk me out of it by now. With all the difficulties in my life has been filled with, my only release has been heading off to the TWC on Fridays. There was just something about beating the hell out of some poor, unsuspecting rookie that really seemed to calm me. I grabbed the duffel bag from my desk, turned and headed toward the door of my office. To my shock, standing in my doorway dressed in his bathrobe was my son Christopher. He rubbed his eyes with his hands, as if he thought he may have been dreaming that he was standing in my office at four in the morning. He looked over at me, a look of confusion on his face.
"What the hell is going on, Dad!?" Christopher quickly demanded. "Son...." I began, attempting to think about the words I wanted to use for the situation very carefully. "I...uh..." "Are you leaving Mom!?" He shouted, pointing his left index finger toward me. "No, son." I answered, as I walked toward Chris. "It's nothing like that." I lifted my hand, using it to pat Chris on the back in an attempt to comfort him. "Between you and me Chris, I haven't been all that happy as of late." I explained. "But, your mother has nothing to do with that. As you know I have been getting followed by an unknown being, he wants my blood and he won't be stopping until he gets it. In addition I have some wannabe in the XWF, Jason Cash getting involved in business that doesn't concern him. Everything has been so hectic, I just need something that allows me to calm down." "So...you've been seeing a hooker!?" Chris asked, sitting down in the chair beside my desk. "No son, nothing like that." I said shaking my head. "I have been wrestling for the TWC, "moonlighting" if you will. Every Friday night I get out all the agression by beating somebody an inch from their own grave." "How is it that none of us have ever seen you on TV, even by mistake?" Chris pondered. "I made sure that we didn't get in the channel TWC is on." I explained. "I couldn't take the chance that your mother would find out." Chris climbed onto his feet, turned around without saying anything and began walking toward the door. "Where are you going?" I asked. "I am going to pack. I am going with you, Dad." "No, I need you here." "For what!?" "I need you to protect your mother." I said, nodding my head. "Eli is here for that." Chris said, grinning afterward. "You know that I have no reason to be here. Besides, if you don't bring me then I may have to tell Mom where it is you're really going every Friday." I looked on at Chris, shaking my head in disbelief. "Alright." I agreed. "But it is dangerous out there. I want you to sit tight while I do my thing." "Agreed." Chris nodded, "So, who is this week's victim?" "Jose Chavez." I said. "Poor bastard." Chris said, smiling seconds after.
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