It’s another scorching hot day in Richmond, Rhode Island. Tourists travel through Rhode Island daily. People come and go, and no one could care less, except when a man like Romano comes by. The time is, 5:00 pm. What is the significance of today? Well, a Romano has stepped into a boxing ring. Not Dante Romano, instead…Angelo Romano, Dante Romano’s brother.Inside of a local gym, with no air conditioning stands Angelo Romano. He looks across over to his opponent, Jeremy Hill. Both men were un-established boxers, waiting to make an impact on the boxing world. The referee then made his way into the ring and took a look at both boxers. Angelo turned his attention over to the audience that was waiting to watch the match. There were about 100 people there the small gym was packed. Angelo looked over at the door as if he was waiting for someone, the door then suddenly opened, and just another nobody walked in. Angelo shook his head with disappointment.
The boxing match began and these two boxers rumbled for 4 rounds, almost equally. It was a close match and it could have been anyone’s match. This match was scheduled for 6 rounds and both men were almost happy that the other would soon cease the punishment they were handing out. In between the match, the entrance door once again opened, and Dante walked in.
Dante was wearing a brown Armani suit, he had a few stitches across his face and he looked more tired than usual. He took a seat on a nearby folding chair, away from the audience and watched the match. When the fourth round-ended…Angelo saw that Dante had arrived, he was filled with excitement. Dante didn’t greet his brother with a smile, not even a nod he just looked on as if to say, “stop wasting my time”.
[That little son of a…why must he waste my time. He knows that he will never accomplish the things that I have accomplished as a boxer. Is he just trying to prove to me that he knows how to box? I’m not impressed with a single thing I’ve seen…stupid little guido. I hate this da*n state. It’s filled with nothing but middle aged, overweight men and women in pink shorts and Hawaiian shirts…disgusting.]
The match continued as the two boxers continued rumbling. Angelo went for an uppercut but he left himself wide open for a jab…BAM. Angelo was almost knocked down right there, but he was only dazed. While Angelo was still open…BAM the faster Jeremy connected with another powerful Jab sending Angelo down. The referee began to count
Referee: “…1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10, KNOCK OUT!”
[How did I know this was going to happen?]
Jeremy began celebrating with his trainer as he stepped out of the ring; Angelo soon came to and walked out of the ring as well. Dante wanted to have a little fun, since he was bored throughout his trip to Rhode Island. He walked into the boxing ring and looked around at the audience. As soon as they recognized Dante they began to boo him. Dante picked up a mic and began to speak.
Dante Romano: “Well folks, the talent obviously doesn’t run in the family. But hey thanks for coming. You people have been a great!”
The audience began to cheer Dante as Dante smirked.
Dante Romano: “Great at being a cr*ppy crowd. You people are all idiots. Rhode Island is filled with, disgusting nobodies! Why don’t all of you just get your fat asses on out of here and head over to the nearest Burger King.”
The audience begins to boo Dante once again. Dante just shrugged it off as he began pointing to random people and talked about them…
Dante Romano: “You will never be as good looking as me, you will never be as rich as me, you will never make as much money as me. H*ll now that I think of it, this entire audiences life savings wouldn’t even come close to the amount of money I have. I’ve slept with more women then there are obese bast*rds in this state, and that is a h*ll of a lot!”
Angelo made his way over to a small locker room that had been set up for him, as Dante continued insulting the audience.
Dante Romano: “As long as I’ve got every bodies attention, who here watches Warfare?”
The audience begins to cheer, as names like Redline and Max Roach roll through their heads.
Dante Romano: “Now, how many people here saw Full Throttle…uh never mind, you poor son’s of bi*ches can’t afford to watch a PPV. But, that’s not my point here. My point is, this Friday two guys are going to be making their SW debut! That’s right, Twizted and Suicide! Now I know what your thinking, who the h*ll are they? Well don’t look forward to much people, I know I’m not.”
Dante Romano: “You see, both men come from…Richmond, Rhode Island.”
The audience begins to cheer at the mention of their own hometown.
Dante Romano: “Oh shut up. Every time I mention the state and city you people are from your going to cheer? How stupid are you people anyway? Oh wow, he mentioned my state…golly gee that is just super! Shut your mouths and listen up!”
The audience begins chanting “ass hole” as Dante chuckles. He walks around in the ring looking at the audience, and continuing to talk.
Dante Romano: “Anyway…as I was saying. I heard that Suicide once killed a man, Jimmy something or another. I wonder what he used to perform that deed. Let me guess, a weapon, hah. Well let me tell you something, Suicide. Dante Romano doesn’t need a weapon to kill a man. All I need are my fists. Which I will of course use this Friday.”
Dante Romano: “What about that other idiot, Twizted. This guy seems to be a lot like Suicide in some ways. Let’s see they are both Gothic’s, check. They both think they are crazy, check. They both have never stepped into the ring with someone like Dante Romano before, check. That pretty much covers it. I mean I’ve seen these guys wrestle before and I mean come on they’re opponents were nothing like me.
Dante Romano: “They should just go back to whatever rock they crawled under from because Supreme Wrestling is the major leagues. If you’re not prepared to go against the best of the best a.k.a. me then you don’t belong here. They don’t belong in a company like this, they belong in a barnyard setting themselves on fire and doing stupid sh*t and calling it wrestling! Oh wait a second, now that I think about it…Twizted once actually “wrestled” in a barnyard…funny how things work out like that huh?”
Dante Romano: “Before I go, there is one more person I want to talk about, redline.
The audience begins to cheer, as Dante roles his eyes.
Dante Romano: “Oh redline, redline…if his not busy making stupid IQ jokes then you can find him getting his ass handed to him in the ring. I mean how lucky can someone be really? I was the first to escape from the cage in round one; I eliminated Seth and Cameron Tymes! You were just lucky that I was so da*n tired. Both you and I know that you can never, ever take me one on one!”
Dante Romano: “I’m going to make an example out of Suicide and Twizted. I’m going to beat them single handedly, without tagging in my partner…Draven-something. Redline; you were just riding the Dante wave. You wouldn’t have been able to eliminate Seth or Cameron…come to think of it you couldn’t eliminate them, and you tried hah!”
Dante drops the mic and walks out of the ring to a chorus of boo’s. His face seems to reveal that he doesn’t care at all what the audience thinks of him. Dante makes his way into Angelo’s locker room. Angelo is sitting on a bench trying to heal his wounds. Dante crosses his arms as he walks over next to him.
Angelo Romano: “Dante, thanks for coming. It doesn’t matter who won or lost, at least I put up a good effort.”
[He is a complete, and total…idiot.]
Dante Romano: “It’s not about putting up an effort. It is in fact all about winning, Angelo. It’s not like you had 4 matches. You had a single match, and you lost…against some nobody at that. I can’t believe we share the same blood, you make me ashamed of being your brother.”
Angelo Romano: “Dante…what has gotten into you man? The last time we spoke yo-“
Dante Romano: “The last time we spoke, I hadn’t won the WBA heavyweight title yet. My eyes were not opened up to the real world. I learned that no one is actually looking after you. My trainers, they just wanted a piece of the money. They knew I was going to be a huge star one-day and that’s why they trained me. You, your not a boxer. Even when I was just starting out I didn’t move as slowly as you. H*ll, it took a lot more that two little jabs to knock me out. How many head shots did you land on him anyway?”
Angelo Romano: “About 10, didn’t phase him much…his head is made of medal, Dante!”
Dante Romano: “The problem isn’t that your opponent was a good boxer, the problem is that you’re a horrible boxer. And to think our parents used to believe that you were the one that would succeed in life. Well they were wrong. If I was to die today, do you think they would care? H*ll no. And if they died would I care? Same answer. They always doubted me…unlike Uncle T. He was the only person in the world that really looked after me and he is still the only person that I know I can trust.”
Angelo Romano: “Dante, what are you talking about! Our parents do care abo-“
Dante Romano: “Shut it!”
Just then the locker room door opened and in walked, Jeremy Hill. There was a huge grin on his face, as he looked straight at Angelo.
Jeremy: “Well, Angelo you weak little dipsh*t…looks like you lost, so hand over the money…wait a second. Is that Dante Romano?”
Dante Romano: “The one and only…”
Jeremy: “So, your brother is the one time WBA heavyweight champion? Ha if the skills run in the family that must mean I could beat Dante too. In fact why don’t we have a match right here next week? I can see it now, Jeremy Hill Vs. Dante Romano.”
Dante Romano: “Forget about it, Dante Romano is a wrestler now, not a boxer.”
Jeremy: “Oh, so I guess you’re scared. Oh well, I would have expected that from an…Italian.”
Suddenly, something inside of Dante just snapped…outside he was cool and calm but on the inside he was ready to explode. Dante walked over to Jeremy with a smirk upon Dante’s face.
Dante Romano: “Ok then, let’s have a match right here…right now.”
Jeremy: “Nah, not right no-“
Suddenly Jeremy sucker punched Dante straight on the jaw with a jab. It barely fazed Dante as he let out a chuckle. As Jeremy was about to go for another jab before Jeremy knew it…Dante landed an incredibly fast uppercut. Jeremy went down right then and there. Jeremy wasn’t twitching or moving, he had been knocked unconscious. Dante didn’t even care. All Dante did was put his foot right on Jeremy’s chest as he spit right on his face.
Dante Romano: “Is that what you would expect from an Italian, you son of a bi*ch?”
Dante walked out of the locker room, he still had a cool composure as he made his way over to the entrance of the gym and left.
A Ticking Time Bomb