Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2013 15:50:02 GMT -6
The office was lit rather dimly as the old man sat behind the large oak desk. To his left and slightly behind him seated in a leather chair was another man , both dressed in tuxedos. Near the office door stood another man ,also in a tux. The sound of the party going on outside on the pool deck filtered into the office through the large window of the room. There is a knock on the door and the man standing by it opens it slowly and another man walks into the room. He is wearing a dress suit and approaches the desk as the man in the leather chair stands up and walks over to him. They exchange words and the man walks behind the desk and whispers into the older man’s ear and returns to his seat. The man in the suit sits down at the desk as the older man behind the desk swivels his chair to face him. The man begins to speak to the older man behind the desk
Man: “Don” Finelli, I have come to you on a matter of great importance. My family needs your expertise in a certain matter.
“Don” Finelli: What is this matter that is so important to you and your family Samuel?
Samuel: Well sir, as we both know, you and my father are long time friends from when you both were younger. There is a problem with his home. The new landlord is threatening to evict him. We are hoping you might be able to convince this mad man not to do such an inhumane thing to an older man.
“Don” Finelli looks at him and slightly nods his head .
“Don” Finelli: Samuel, in all the years our families have known each other, you or your father have never come to me and asked any favor. And the offer was always out there for you to partake of it. Now you come to me hat in hand and ask for my help in this matter. Before I do give you my help, I must know this Landlords name Samuel. What is it?
There is a brief pause as he man sitting in the chair near the wall gets back up and walks to “Don” Finelli and whispers in his ear again and returns to his seat.
“Don” Finelli: I have been reminded that since it is my daughter’s wedding day, It is tradition that I grant any favor asked of me on this day . So Samuel , I will do as you ask. But remember this. At some point ,I may come and ask a favor of you and I expect you to grant that favor as well as a ded of gratitude to me. Now what is this Landlords name?
Samuel: His last name is Israel “Don” Finelli……..
Suddenly my eyes fly open as Lisa is shaking me on the shoulder!
Lisa: Frank wake up, you are mumbling in your sleep.
Startled, I look around, Lisa is next to me standing in the asile of the jet. Evan and Ashley are a few seats up in front of us snuggled up with each other. I look at Lisa and shake my head.
Frank: Ypu wouldn't believe me if I told you any way babe. How long was I sleeping?
Lisa: About four hours now, the pilot just told me that we will be landing in Hawaii in about forty minutes.
Frank: That still leaves another six hours to Miami at least .
Lisa: I know. But what was that mumbling you were doing Frank?
Frank : Okay, you asked for it. Remember the scene in The Godfather when "Don" Corleone was granting favors on his daughter Connie's wedding day?
Lisa: Yes why?
Frank: I just had the exact dream of that happening. But we don't have any children yet. That is what makes it so strange.
Lisa: maybe it is an omen about our future Frank, let it go. After all it was just a dream.
Frank: Perhaps it is jus ta dream, but what isn't a dream is what happened in Tokyo .......
My voice and thoughts trail off as Lisa sits herself down on my lap, her legs hanging over the arm rest of my seat. Her arms around my neck as she kisses me passionately.
Lisa: I ooved how ypu toopk it to Poppa K at Kamikaze Frank. He never knew what hit him most of the match.
Frank: Well, I did defeat the guy, but I don't think.......
She kisses me again and again, preventing me form talking as she slowly begins to grind away on my lap and other parts.. She then gets up and takes my hand and motions with hwer head to my private office in the rear of the jet and winks at me. I get up and she leads the way. as I smile, it was about time we renewed our Mile Hile Club membership anyway.
<Forty minutes later> (what you think we kept going while on the ground in Hawaii? pay attention ! she told me forty minutes )
Back in our seats next to each other , the jet has started to taxi down the runway to take off from hawaii to head back home to Miami. . A slight frown is on my lips and Lisa notices it .
Lisa: Why the frown, Not enough playtime?
Frank: It's not that babe. I'm just having a hard time getting the idea that Poppa K had no clue I knew how to use construction workers tools. I can't believe the guy is that stupid not to realise that Finelli Construction is sort of part of me since it is my families company. How could he not understand thet simple premise of me knowing how to work construction. Not a big point to miss you know. Finelli Construction Poppa K, connect the dots next time .
Lisa:I'm still upset about that Owen Gonsalves guy trying to make a name for himself by coming out to the ring the way he did .
Frank: Don't worry about that babe. Little Owen made the biggest mistake in his life at Kamikaze. I have just started to make the kid's life a living hell. By the time I'm finiahed with the kid. He'll wish he had never walked out to that ring at Kamikaze.
Lisa lays her head on my shoulder and closes her eyes , after afew minutes she is sound asleep. I lean my head back and start to think about Ignite 151 back in Chicago and L.A. Kief.......
Frank: L.A. Kief, the rolly-polly, butterball turkey sized humanoid who likes to make backdoor sex , peener size and poop jokes. Sad thing is, he been able to exit the ring with wins over me the last few times we have faced each other. That is a trend that I must put an end to, and do whatever I must and whatever it takes to make sure he leaves the ring with a loss this time out .
I carefully get up from my seat , trying not to disturb Lisda's slumber and get a beer from the fridge and walk back and sit down. The notion of suffering another loss at Kief's hands is not acceptable in my mind. I take a few sips from the beer and verbalize my thoughts loud enough for only myself to hear.
Frank: That little fat fuck is probably still wading his way through a pool of man juice back in Tokyo. I bet he is enjoying every second of it. The guy is a sick puppy, no doubt about that. To think that he was able to have his hands on the Television title too. God I hope Kronin and subsequently KOP had the sense to sterilize the damn title belt before either of them wore it. No telling what kind of body fluids or who's body fluids came in contact with that belt while Kief was the champion.
That thought suddenly makes me shiver with digust. I grab my beer quickly and take a ferw more sipss from it and shake my head back and forth.
Frank: Oh lord! I almost made myself violently ill just seeing a mental image of what could have been touching the Television title while it was with L.A. Kief. God only knows what will happen to it if he somehow manages to be successful in winning it bak at some point. No, no, no, I have to nip this tumorous growth in the bud before it can flourish and spread .L. A. Kief must be kept away from any title here in New Edge. His cooties must not be allowed to speread to other's just because they touched a belt he had held.
I shake my head again and let out a sigh quietly. I'm beginning to lose my sanity here. I'm imagining things that just could not be true. But then again when Kief is involved. I take nothing for granted. he's capable of anuthing during a match, his problem is so am I. I guess my voice was getting loud, because Lisa lifted her head and looked at me through sleepy eyes.
Lisa: Why are you getting so loud Frank? I was sleeping so well.
Frank: Sorry honey, I was thinking about my match with Kief on Ignite this week and I guess I got a bit loud.
Lisa: That guy gives me the creeps Frank. He's so not mentally home, if you get what I mean.
Frank: Oh, I know. He has a "friend" Bob that talks to him all the time. Trouble is Bob only exisit in Kief's head. He isn't really there. The guy really needs some Psychotherapy and soon.
Lisa starts to laugh when I say this and she quickly quips.
Lisa : A whole bunch of people in this world think the very same thing about wrestlers too Frank.
Frank : Wrong Lisa, they say that only about the crazy wrestlers or the ones who are just plain nuts! And L.A. Kief isn't exactly crazy , he's just plain nuts , but nuts about nuts, peener's, backdoor male only sex orgies, stuff like that . And I though Spaz and Jen using peanut butter,grape and strawbeery jellysexually was weird. Kief would probably put all of that on toast as a snack after they were done.
Lisa: Oh my God, that's sickening and gross Frank!
Frank: But that is what makes Kief tick babe. If it'e perverted and sick, his hand will be the first one up to volunteer to do it, well unlwess Inkt raises his arm faster. Let's just say Kief, Inkt, Pugh could be a dead heat between the three when it comes to sick and perverted babe.
Lisa: You know what? I'm going to try and get some more sleep, in the back office this time.
Lisa gets up and leaves her seat. She kisses me and walks up the asile to the back office and goes inside and closes and locks the door .
Frank: I wonder if I made her mad ? Oh well. one thing is for sure. Come Ignite 151, L. A. Kief had better damn sure be afraid of me, not the other way around. It's time for the butterball turkey to get EXECUTED.!