La Costra Nostra {The Familia}

[Kasino Royale]

Date: 1/27/2007
Time: 7:45 P.M.
Location: Familia Locker Room/Arrowhead Pond/Battlezone PPV

+The time is here. The first APW Pay Per View and the Familia tag team Royal Flush were preparing to face a team they had a lot of history with within the last year or so. Harris & Trigga had accepted the challenge and Kasino and his partner were too excited to get back in the ring after being defeated in the tag team tournament a week ago. Not even thinking about that loss, Kasino could be seen seated on one of the bar stools in front of the bar area in the Familia locker room, finishing up putting on his ring gear. After a few minutes of sitting in silence in the room, before anyone else arrived for their ritual Familia pre-show reunion, his eyes locked on the door across the room. +

+He started to envision getting his hands around the necks of at least one of their opponents tonight and inflicting ass much pain as he could within the given time frame. The win didn't even cross his mind. Those didn't mean a damn thing and he and his partner knew it. It was all about putting on a show, even if the Familia rarely gave a fuck what the Fans thought. It was still about putting on a show. Standing up from his seat, he reaches over, grabbing his shades from the bar counter and tosses them on and begins heading for the door as he can hear the beginning of the show starting up. After opening the door, he pauses for a minute as he stepped out into the hallway. Looking both ways and seeing a few of the other roster members, he smiles knowing that tonight the team of Royal Flush would find a way to steal the show if it was the last thing they did.+

[Laura De'Icco]

Date: 1/27/2007
Time: 7:30 P.M.
Location: Outside of Arrowhead Pond Arena/Limousine of Mr. Vegas

Laura was sitting in the back seat of the limousine that she and her beau had arrived in just seconds ago. Upon their arrival another vehicle almost identical pulled up beside them, and as the window lowered on the unsuspecting vehicle, a young blonde haired woman and Mr. Vegas began to converse back and forth between the two luxury cars. It didn't take long until the conversation became heated and Vegas exited the car, making his to the car and entering the car himself.

They had been in the confines of the luxury vehicle for what seemed like ages as she sat impatiently waiting for him to return so they could make their entrance into the building for the pre-show meeting. She knew this was a very important night for the Familia as a whole. There were a lot of opportunities right in front of them tonight and she as their manager wanted to gage their thoughts as well as enthusiasm for the night ahead. Finally after what seemed like hours, Vegas exits the vehicle with a stern scowl upon his face and makes his way back to their car to open the door for his lady. While doing so he glances back toward the visiting vehicle as it speeds out of the parking area with no delay, the screeching of the tires piercing her ears. She then takes her time exiting the car as the look on his face showed even more of that frustration he was clearly feeling at the time. She didn't recognize the face of the young woman in the car but knew if Vegas was meeting with any one, male or female it had to be business related. At least she hoped so.

Once out of the car, she steps aside smiling at him as he forces one himself. Closing the door and turning to make their entrance, she grabs ahold of his arm as they proceed toward the entrance. Things had been strange the past 15 minutes or so. Her mind did begin to swim a bit about the impromptu meeting and who the people in that limo were. But she thought she'd best leave it alone and concentrate on getting her clients prepared for the night ahead. It was sure to be a memorable one if they were up to the task of making significant impacts as they usually were. Here goes nothing.

[fninfamous]

Date: 1/27/2007
Time: 8:25 P.M.
Location: Arrowhead Pond Arena/187's Own Personal Locker Room

187 had just finished opening up for Battlezone. He went out. Called Andrew Walker to the ring. Had an exchange of words with the man. Got challenged to a cage match. Asked the fans what they thought of the idea. The loved it, obviously. He accepted. Then the match became official. Now 187 finds himself inside of his own personal locker room of the arena. He couldn't find the Familia's locker room on his search, so he decided to relax in his own. He was pretty sure that if he was needed, they would call or text message him. They'd find someway to communicate to him. They had the information needed to contact 187. He was sprawled out across his couch with his eyes closed. He figured he would get some rest for the night. He wasn't sure if he was in for more than just a cage match tonight. Of course, no one was sure who the other two in the title match were. 187 just couldn't count himself out of being one of the choices. He had heard that even those who had lost their qualifying matches could even get in. He had his doubts of his own eligibility. It made him wonder but he could always hope. It was a great chance that he would have.

As he laid with his eyes shut on the couch, he had somehow drifted off to sleep. Taking a short nap. He had prepared for such circumstances as this. His cell phone rest on the coffee table infront of the couch. He had his alarm set on his cell phone just incase he had fallen asleep. He felt that he had to be prepared for whatever comes his way. Falling asleep in the back locker room area was an option that he had not counted out. He was always on the move. People knew this. 187 was always out and about. Chatting with whoever he may have come in contact with. Sometimes it made him worn out and he needed time to recharge his batteries. Thus, planning ahead of time for a possible dozing off in his locker room was made.

As he slept... The year was 1999. It was a hot summer day. A young seventeen year old Adrian Taylor sat across a couch in the living room of a house located in Compton. Dressed in a white tank top, red Dickies shorts, a red bandana was tied on the back of his head as it wrapped around his forehead, no shoes but there was a pair of black socks on. The house was empty with the only two people inside was himself and a young ten year old Chris Taylor. There was a television was on as that young ten year old boy sat infront of it. Watching the Saturday morning cartoon line up. Adrian was babysitting the young kid watching the cartoon as he awaited for the mother and little sister of the two to return home from a day of shopping for groceries. Adrian laughed to himself at the cartoons on the television. All was good. All was calm. All was peaceful. It remained like this for another hour until there was shouting heard outside of the house. Adrian couldn't make out what it was exactly was being said. He just knew that it was infront of his house and curiousity had gotten the best of him. He had gotten up from the couch and made his way toward the window. He moved the curtains out of the way to see who exactly it was. There was three men standing infront of the house facing the front porch. An angry glare was in their eyes as they were dressed in all blue clothing. He couldn't make out what was being said. Then next thing he knew, three Mack 10s which were in these men in blue's hands were aimed toward the house. Quickly Adrian told young Chris to get down as he rushed out of the way of the window and hit the floor. He quickly made his way ducked down on the floor over to Chris. But before he could make it to cover overtop of him for protection, young Chris Taylor was hit square in the chest by two stray bullets. Causing the ten year old to drop to the living room floor covered in his own blood. Lifeless. Adrian laid on the floor in complete shock at what had just happened before his eyes. Young Adrian had but one thing on his mind at this point. That was... revenge. He pushed himself off of the living room floor and reached underneath his t-shirt. Making his way over to the front door, Adrian pulls a chrome Desert Eagle from his waist line. Kicking open the front door, he went out gun a blazing. Firing off his own shots at the three men infront of his house with their automatic weapons. Miraclously the bullets cut through the air just past Adrian. The same couldn't be said about the men who fired first. In a matter of minutes, three dead bodies dropped in the streets after being hit from the bullets fired from Adrian's gun. At that moment, a dark green mini van entered the area with two females inside. One was atleast in her early thirties while the other was about five years old. They had shocked a shocked look on their faces at the sight infront of him. Adrian looked up at the green mini van with tears in his eyes as he turned away from the outside world and made his way back into the house. Then....

"Umph!"

...187 found himself on the floor inside of a locker room at the Arrowhead Pond Arena. It seems that he had been tossing and turning on the couch and fell to the floor while doing so. He was in a cold sweat as he slowly pushed himself from the floor. He was breathing a bit hard slightly. He looked around the room. It was empty. Back to reality it seems. He shook his head while taking a deep breath before letting out a heavy sigh. It was just a dream. A dream that has haunted him for years. He hated to sleep in fear of such dreams as this. Now to his feet, he looked down to his cell phone. An hour had passed while he was out. He reached down and scooped his cell phone from the coffee table. Then 187 made his way out his locker door. He needed to take a walk. Walk off this dream and get focused on tonight's match. He was facing Andrew Walker in a steel cage. Must focus. Tonight was a big night. Can't blow it now.

[Dice Dillinger]

Date: 1/27/2007
Time: 8:15 P.M.
Location: Corridors of Arrowhead Pond Arena

+As he walked through the halls of the arena the first APW PPV was being held in, he held his cell phone firmly to his ear as he spoke in loud tones to whoever was on the other end. A few of the APW road crew and superstars he passed by on the way gave him a few nasty looks as he walked along. He just smirked and kept going with his phone in one hand and his drink in the other. He was just a few corridors over from where the Familia locker room was located and was in a hurry to get there for the usual pre-show meeting between brothers. As he walked along what could be heard was...+

[glow=red,2,300]Dice:...Yeah yeah...I hear all that, but hell it's done now so fuck all that...Right...Right...Hey I just said you right now, so stop all the playing around and get yer ass on over here with ya' family now...Oh I heard you been gettin' calls left and right...Talkin' and all...Yeah...Just talkin' is all?...Hell I ain't mad at'cha for that...Just don't take ya' ass to WCW like I heard one of the SUPPOSEDLY top females in the industry did...Pfftt...Damn that was stupid as fuck...But hey...What?...Why didn't we say anything before??? Are you serious? Maaaaaaan don't even play wit' me like that, you know damn well we was scouting you before we even CAME to APW...Yeah...Aw fuck you, smart mouthed ass...So what it's gon' be then? Tell me something good now...Uh huh...Uh huh...Yeah I feel that but...Aiight...Shit...Nah it's all cool but...At least scope the place out and then decide man...Fuck...Oh yeah? For real?...I guess a baller can't ask for too much more...Ha Ha very funny ya' damn tramp...Whatever whatever...You know what it is...[/glow]

+Just as Dice turns the corner and looks down the corridor he caught sight of his partner in crime standing in the doorway of the Familia locker room, arms folded and leaning against the inside of the doorway. He then goes to end the call cause he knows the other members were already there most likely. So...+

[glow=red,2,300]Dice: Well look just do what I said to do now...Stop playin' wit' us and do it already...I gotta jet...Yeah...Oh fa' sho'! HA HA!...You watchin' the show?...Cool cool...Well we gon' holla' later on then...Hold it down homegirl...Aiight...Peace...[/glow]

+As soon as he had ended the call his feet had led him straight to the door of the Familia locker room, standing in front of his tag team partner. He stops and stands there for a second. When he realizes his partner was staring down the hallways towards a few of the ladies he speaks up jokingly...+

[glow=red,2,300]Dice: Man...Yo' whipped ass ain't 'bout to holla' at none of them skirts man...Punk ass...Ha Ha...[/glow]

+Still laughing his ass off, he makes his way past his tag partner who gives him a viciously angry look as he passes him by. He then turns his head and refocuses on the ladies down the hallway, refolding his arms and waiting for the homey Vegas to get his ass here so they can get this damn show on the road already...+

[pornstar]

Date: 1/27/2007
Time: 9:35 P.M.
Location: Familia Locker Room/Arrowhead Pond/Battlezone PPV

Buck's head remains lowered. He'd never main evented before, much less thought about a World Championship resting around his waist. Whereas he'd be getting his prematch blowjob right about now, strangely enough, that was the furthest thing from his mind. He has an open oppurtunity to bring to the Familia what they haven't had before... a World Championship. He'd be one of the one locked in chambers, not released untill later on in the match... he had the full oppurtunity.

While a golden World title never appealed to him, nor other titles he'd won, for that matter, he knew exactly what this meant to Adrian, Cross, Dice and Kasino... and he'd be goddamned if he'd let them down. For once, it was time to give a shit... for once it was time to step up to the plate. PornStar as World Champ? Who'da thunk... much less... who'd ever expect it, much less the man himself?

[King Vegas]

Date: 1/27/2007
Time: 9: 40 P.M.
Location: Arrowhead Pond Arena/Familia locker room

The show had begun...A few matches had been decided as he sat in the confines of the Familia locker room focus intently with his eyes focused on the screen before him showing every single tid bit of vital information every competitor was giving at the time...An interesting showcase it had been thus far...Yet the third act would prove to be the most vital in terms of the season the Familia would have...His brother Pornstar...Had found himself stuck dead center of the Battlezone Main Event match up...6 men walk in...One man leaves...As the first ever Action Packed Wrestling...No higher prize in this business and something that would help to catapult the Familia into an even higher plain than they've been before. His grin was devious as he knew without a doubt Mr. Wylde would be up for such a challenge...He'd give his all...He'd leave everything he had inside of that ring and represent the Familia to the fullest of his abilities...His other brothers Mr. Taylor...The Flush...Would do the exact same...As far as he himself?...Hmm...Well...We'd see now wouldn't we? Perhaps he may end up with a small bit of "gold" tonight anyways?...One can never tell but we were sure that the Familia would NOT disappoint tonight...That was guaranteed...Let the games begin...Familia...

THE END...