Prolong They think he’s dead, Vincent Santini and Joey Vegas two men who hate Gary Mac with a passion, think he is dead, maybe that is the way they wanted it to be. If you shot someone square in the head you would believe they where dead now wouldn’t you? But that didn’t happen, they left him lying there in a pool of his own blood thinking it was the end of an era, but how wrong where they? His ex-wife Jasmine Knight was shocked to see that he was still breathing, the man of her life and dreams was still alive. No matter what has happened to Gary throughout his life he hasn’t been down, he lost everything and when I say everything I mean everything. Losing a child is hard enough, a four year daughter makes it worse but to lose a child the way he did it knocked him down but he got right back up. His daughter was killed through a rivalry with fellow drug kingpin Roberto De Lucas, in the same week his wife was raped by the same man. His club was blown up, his marriage collapsed due to him having an affair with Jasmine’s sister Andrea. But nothing held him down he lived like the way he wanted too, he got De Lucas back, but he also had all his assets frozen as he could not provide records of tax or how he came into so much money. Obviously he couldn’t say he came into it through drugs, so he lost everything apart from the house he had in his wife Jasmines name. You would think staying in a run down apartment with his best friend Johnny Knight would get to him but it didn’t. Now how can he come back from this, he was shot at point blank range if he remembers anything how does he move on from here? Date: 16 July 2006 Location: ??? Time: 08:00 Roleplay Title: Resurfacing In the months that passed, from the moment Gary was killed. Vincent Santini and Joey Vegas grew in power, in those months both men began a business relationship. Joey didn’t just control San Antonio’s drug world he controlled all of Texas’s illegal activities where as Santini was still king of New York, two men who could easily be business rivals know that together, they are more powerful. Together they both control a lot of Los Angeles and both co-own a huge Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada. They ran a mob of gangsters out of town and took over a hotel and casino. They re-named the casino Antonio’s York, they also have a whole floor named after the man they think the murdered, the Gary Mac suit. Ever room was lavish as ever, as if Gary himself decorated it, but neither of them knew that Gary was on his way to making both men pay for what they did to him. After he woke up from his coma, Gary took his time getting himself into shape, while also making sure Jasmine was safe. He was hiding away in a little small part or Louisville, Kentucky. He knew both Santini and Vegas thought he was dead, he was given newspapers of their business venture, and one phone call to a well trusted associate let him know how strong their friendship was. Sitting on a sofa, Gary looks at his wife, who since he came out of his coma has been begging Gary not to go after them. For him to just re-start his life, her eyes are always filled with worry because she knows full well his mind is filled with revenge. “Jasmine, Tomorrow night I’m going to resurface, I’m letting them know I am still alive.” Straight away Jasmine gets up after hearing the words from Gary, “Look Gary I can’t . . . “ Instantly she is cut off from a rather changed Gary, before he listened to Jasmine, but he is more bitter, more twisted than ever before. “I’m not going to argue with you, or even raise my voice. You know tomorrow night is exactly one year, one fucking year from when they killed me. They have been walking around not even thinking they need to look over their shoulder. I’m going to Nevada, I get picked up in an hour. So you can either spend that hour arguing with me, or not speaking to me or we can just get along.” His words were exactly to the point. He wanted her to know how serious he was, she just turns her back and leaves the room, not wanting to speak to him she leaves the house. The echoing of the front door banging off the wooded frame does nothing but irritate Gary. He has been living in Kentucky for nine months, living under an alias name so now one could know it was him. The name he used was John Dolan, as close to John Doe as he could be, he and Jasmine were going to re-marry but couldn’t as Gary Mac was pronounced dead, and his eighteen million dollar will which was handed to Jasmine after he died, was enough for them to create this new life. No one asked questions, no one messed with Gary. Maybe it was the sickening scar left in the middle of his head from the bullet that was lodged into his head by Joey Vegas. He doesn’t remember that night, though he has nightmares about it, he only remembers it was Joey who pulled the trigger, so Joey is the last one to go. The time reaches eight in the morning a car horn is heard from outside, a quiet and sober Gary Mac gets up grabs a large bag and exits the house, going into the car he throws the bag into the back of the car while looking at the driver. “Lets do this.” A day passes by and it is reaching eight o’clock at night in Nevada, we see the Casino Antonio’s York owned by both Vegas and Santini. Inside the casino there is people gambling, throwing their money away. But at one table, where there is a poker game playing, three men are left sitting at the table. The game they are playing is texas hold’em poker, one of those men is Gary Mac. He has been sitting at the centre table for three hours winning up to seven hundred thousand dollars at the game. The dealer is amazed that a man who has won that much hasn’t attracted the attention of the two owners. But Santini and Vegas are preparing for a toast at eleven o’clock a toast which is to say a final goodbye to their friend Gary Mac. Gary is sitting with a two of spades a six of diamonds. Sitting with half a million in chips Gary goes all in, the two men he is playing go all in, then he sits and watches, as both men turn over respectively two jacks and a queen and king of clubs. Having the worst possible start a three of clubs comes out along with another jack of hearts this time and then the final card on the flop is an ace or diamonds. Now Gary needs a four and a five to come out, all he can do is hope. The next card that turns is a four of clubs, meaning a five is needed and Gary will win. Turning the last card a five of hearts comes out and Gary wins, the dealer believes he has had a great deal of luck as he wins the game and takes away the three million dollar prize money. This will be handed out after the one minutes silence for Gary Mac ends. Standing up he looks around at everyone gambling, finally he walks over to the bar area and says to the young attractive waitress, “Jack Daniels on the rocks.” She walks off while he looks around and waits till she comes back, as she places the drink on the bar, he hands her a twenty dollar bill and says, “Keep the change, but who is this Gary Mac that they are having a minutes silence for?” Asking he waits on her replying. “The owner’s friend and former business partner was murdered a year ago tonight, they feel they need to as it was his dream to own a casino.” She say’s while flicking her eye lashes. He smiles while taking a drink from his glass, “Why are you working here anyway, you seem intelligent enough to be working somewhere, well you know, better.” He might have been shot in the head but his charm didn’t die either, his charm makes the waitress blush. “What makes you say that?” She ask’s wondering why a man who has only ever said to her that he wasn’t a Jack Daniels on the rocks thinks she is intelligent. “Well you see, I’ve been throw many things in my life and I can say working for those two up stairs was a big mistake. In case you are wondering my name, just keep watching me tonight.” With that said he turns and walks off, she looks right at him her eyes lighting up because of his kind words. The time arrives for Santini and Vegas to have their memory service for Gary Mac, all the lights go on in the casino. All the tables stop playing their games as both men come out to the front of the casino entrance. It is like a stage as Santini stands their all dressed up, wearing the exact suit he wore one year ago, Vegas does the same both men wearing the suits, that they wore when they killed Gary Mac. “Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for our one minute silence for our dearly departed friend, Gary Mac.” Santini opens the memory service as everyone stands looking at him, Gary Mac blends in with the crowd. “Our friend was a business partner and one of the men that helped orchestrate the building and casino before you, so now without any further ado let the minutes silence begin.” As soon as Vegas finishes speaking he hangs his head as does Santini and ever one else. A few seconds pass and then, “So what if he’s dead.” A voice rings out during the silence, Vegas and Santini look up and see a man, the man was the guy who drove Gary to Nevada. “He didn’t do us any favours fuck him, fuck his dead ass.” The man becomes more angry, trying to stir some trouble, inside Santini and Vegas are laughing they don’t care, but they need to show that he is disrespecting them. Vegas begins to pretend to look up set as he shouts out, “Security, get that man, that disrespecting piece of shit and throw him outside.” The security guards run towards him but then a loud whistle is heard followed by the words, “He’s with me.” The whole crowd along with Santini and Vegas look at Gary Mac, Vincent and Joey rub their eyes just looking at him in amazement. “Don’t think you’re going mad, it is me guys, I’m not dead now give me a fucking hug.” THE END. Its been a long fucking time since I walked into a wrestling ring, well I wouldn’t say that long but to me it feels that way. In my prime I was the greatest thing to walk this earth, I know that everyone knows that, no one can dispute that at all. I gave my life to this business and decided I didn’t want to be apart of it any longer, I’ve did it all. World titles, multiple titles, rumbles or lottery style matches and I can honestly say there is nothing in this business I haven’t don’t or cant do, most know me through my sheer talent alone, and World Pro Wrestling is going to see that first hand. I was once like the rest of you degenerates, I use to walk out there and come out with the same quote’s week in week out. I also thought it made the fans happy, but the truth is they are more retarded and fucked up than what you degenerate bastards are. The business doesn’t change, sure you can walk into a new promotion filled with new hope, but you get let down. Every place in this planet is the exact same, sure they may have different faces and different names but that is all that is different. Anywhere you go, you’ll see people just like Mike Sensation or Slayback, you will also see people like Grendel and even Tyger Lilly. Like I said the faces and names change but the caliber of people don’t, in a way that sort of made me sick of this business because nothing is new nothing is fresh and not many are talented. Sure most can talk the talk, they can say how great they are, just like everyone else. But the thing most in this business cannot do is back that up with solid wins and a solid consistency, like I said it made me sick of the business because I was the only one out there doing the best I could week in week out. I had a life too, in fact I have a complicated life and had it not been for the money factory I would have retired a long, long time ago from wrestling without ever looking back. But its all about the cash, money makes the world go round and so forth, if you don’t have money you cant live. The bad thing for me is the fact I have lived a luxurious life for many years that I need this business to support that life, and to fool the tax man into thinking all my cash comes from wrestling, which I’ll be honest it doesn’t. But that is another story for another time, I’ll be honest here, wrestling and WPW mean absolutely nothing to me zilch. I don’t even care about titles or even winning we all know its about cash, anyone else who cries over not winning a title or getting a title shot really needs a swift kick in the balls because owning a title means nothing. Only reason is means nothing is because the paycheck means more, you look at your pay check and tell me, if I hold a title will it make a difference? It won’t no one gets more money for holding a title when you sign that contract you sign up to a weekly payment we all know this, only time a title helps you gain more money is when you pack your bags and leave for another federation. They look at your previous achievements and might up your cash, but when they see the caliber of opponents you faced especially in WPW they wont give you any fucking more, they might even give you less. That of course will happen unless you can beat me, but lets leave that for another day. Moving on we have this Roy Lee Rumble, I’m thinking who the fuck is Roy Lee but then again I really don’t give to shits who he is. I don’t care for the simple fact its just another generic rumble match that has been done to death throughout this industry, only a few times have I saw real innovation and I put the emphasis on the words a few times. I don’t know what it is, but creative minds went out the door about three years ago, why stick with a little rumble? Fair enough WPW’s Rumble is a little different, not much just a little, but why not go with something totally new, sit down think about something and become innovative. Is it that much to ask for at least one federation out there to do something new, something exciting? I guess it is, I haven’t even stepped back in the ring and already I am growing sick and tired of this place, maybe I should have stayed retired at the tender age of thirty one. So lets move on to the generic and the usual caliber of wrestlers in WPW. Lets start with Ego Driven, I’ve seen guys like you over and over in this game throughout my career and I’ll tell you something for nothing. At least those guys where one hundred times better than you two fucking jokes, if you are going to get upset with that well fair enough, call me out or come after me either way I’ll look forward too it. I’ll draw the bulls eye on my back right now shall I? Or has the wrestling industry finally got some guys in this place with balls? And I think I better explain that to you both because I think neither of you two are smart enough to comprehend anything I tell you. See back when I ran around the wrestling business and ruled everywhere I went, one thing that never changed was the backstabbing. If you upset someone they would backstab you, but has that changed do you two guys actually think you have what it takes to come up to my face and deal with any business we have? I doubt it, but then again you are Mike Sensation and Slayback right? I’ll applaud you both, I don’t know why but you must have done something half decent in your careers. So Mike, we haven’t met nor have we even spoke but you find it in you to invite me to your wedding to Brooke Starwind. Well you havent really invited me I’ll just invite myself shall I? I could give you a bit of advice, simply because I have been married three times, divorced three times too, I doubt I would get married again. It is a waste of money and time, I mean do you honestly think you wont get another bit of pussy for the rest of your life that your willing to settle down with the first slut that comes along and opens her legs? Either way my friend enjoy, but be warned Brooke isn’t the hottest piece of pussy out there, you’ll get better at the street corner, I don’t doubt that for one second. I’ve had better than your girl on a bad night. Then again I am Gary Mac not Mike Sensation, I need to stop talking about all my conquests because I’ll be here talking until after your honeymoon. Oh Mike another piece of advice for you, make a hot sex tape involving you and Brooke, keep it just incase you two happen to part company and then sell the tape to the highest bidder. Its what all the guys are doing now, instead of a pre-nuptial agreement they get a post-nuptial sex tape and get their money from that. Then again, just looking at Brooke I would say there is already a few sex tapes out there involving her. I don’t know your history but I can tell with the way she looks that she must have sucked more dick and made more tapes than Pamela fucking Anderson so son, enjoy your time because that pussy is just on hire too you. I sat down with a bottle of beer getting ready to watch a promo by the great Mike Sensation I got into it for a few minutes and got fucking bored. You bore me Mike, you honestly give that line, “they don’t pose me any threat” so much more meaning. I’m just kidding you actually just used a line straight out the book of nineteen ninety nine wrestling catchphrases. You sure do like the sound of your own voice, I mean come on do you honestly believe everything you say, you still use those nineteen ninety nine catchphrases in “curtain jerker” and “beat me if you can”. I have to admit, if this was back then you would be the biggest fucking star on the planet, but it is two thousand and seven and I think someone needs to teach you that. I’ve been bored lately so don’t take it personal when I said you bore me, I’ve just been trying to get some entertainment, your promo just didn’t do it for me. Maybe I’ll watch a Brooke Starwind porno . . . Shit I mean promo. See how easy it is to get those two mixed up, just remember Mike I’m not here for titles or shit, only here to show to WPW what greatness actually looks like. I’ll go on record as stating I’m not entering the Roy Lee Rumble to win it, I’m entering it to make sure you don’t, and hopefully if your wife enters it I can grope her whilst I’m preventing you from winning the World title shot, good luck kid I think you’ll need it. Moving right along to RockHard . . . Man one word sums you up, pathetic hold on do you even understand what the fuck pathetic means? I’m hoping you do because I really cannot be bothered telling you what it means, your just . . . I don’t even want to start putting you down you must realize what you are. Plus if I called you a retard, or any other name it would be insulting to all those retards around, I think we need to create a new name just for you. But like I said I cannot be bothered, why did I even bother mentioning your name, maybe the thought of you being called RockHard and being a stupid little prick. Yep I guess I’ll leave you at that, fuck you, I’m not even going to wish you good luck now I know why Mike Sensation and Slayback think they are gods with someone of your talent here . . . Hold on. I used RockHard and talent in the same sentence, fuck what is becoming of me. I’m getting bored, and I’m rambling on now, I don’t really want to say too much about anyone else, I think I might just go away and sing. Yes that is what I’ll do, I’ll go and sing, also sit with a bottle of beer and a bottle of vodka, next time you all hear from me I will probably be drunk. So until then fuck you all, from Your God.