[This should be a time for partying & celebrating right now. JMont not only has his baby girl being born this month, but he also just won the PWE Impulse Championship, was given the Golden Ticket by Denzel, & is also going to be headlining the Main Event at OPW’S first PPV in over a year. Any professional athlete would be on cloud nine right now. But why isnt JMont feeling that way? Sure he has been gloating all over social media & during interviews. But deep down, the ones that truly know him can see that something is really weighing him down.]
[You cannot trick the grim reaper. When it's time to go, it's time to go. People have tried to fake their own deaths, only to fail. From William Grothe to Timothy Dexter. All got caught, & had to do the time. Now, there is one man out there today that could be defying all those odds & that's Tupac Shakur, but I guess we will find out one day how true his death really was. And what is with all this death talk?]
[Maria Salviano. You all are probably wondering where this name came from. If you haven't been following the personal issues of J & PMont, then you definitely won't know the name. But if you have been on top of things, you will know this is the REAL mother of Paul who has been dead, & it has caused Paul to start searching for answers. Ever since that day that JMont opened his mouth, & spilled the beans, it has caused nothing but a family war. Paul has pretty much cut ties to JMont, his uncle George, & his Aunt til recently when they had a sit down. Will he finally muster up enough courage to listen to what his so-called brother, cousin or whatever he wants to call him & hear his side of things? Or will Paul just hate JMont forever? Time will only tell on this matter but while one man won't speak to the other, that doesn’t mean that JMont can’t try to make things happen.]
[Making something happen is what’s going on right now. The Montuori name goes a long way in NYC. You have the Gambino’s, Genovese, Lucchese, Colombo, & the Bonanno families as some of the biggest & most powerful families in all of NYC. But when push came to shove, they all came to the Montuori family when they needed something done because of all the connections they had. So, when it was time for Paul’s mom to be buried, they had it done at a special place. Right outside of St John’s Cemetery, which is the resting place of some of the most notorious crime bosses & families. This private area is where anyone related to the Montuori family is buried. Everyone knows this is a place not to fuck with. You have many of the grandfathers, mothers, cousins, aunts & uncles buried here today. This private site gets visitors on a daily basis & today it has a special visitor.]
[You can see the back of a man standing about 6’5 tall, facing a tombstone. When the image starts to get closer, you can read the name Maria Salviano. With his back turned still, you can hear the sound of a man letting his emotions take over.]
Voice: If he only knew why we had to lie. He would understand.[With that said, it makes it quite apparent it can only be one person. With this being a private property, with the height of this man, & with that quote, it makes for the number 1 answer to be none other than JMont himself. And this proves to be true when he rolls up his sleeves to show all the tattoos.]
JMont: I should have come here a long time ago Aunt Maria, but I have so much on my plate. I know that is no excuse because I'm about to finally become a family man. I know I need to learn how to juggle everything that is going on in life. And that is why I am here today. Hoping maybe you can give me some kind of sign that things between myself & Paul will get better. Because right now, things are in the shitter. Seems like there is no hope in Paul giving me another chance, or even trying to listen to me. The closest thing we have had to a conversation since the incident has been some twitter war words & that's it.
[JMont shakes his head as he wipes away a small tear from his eye.]
JMont: I miss having my brother around. I don't care what everyone wants to think or say. Paul is my brother, & always has been. I guess im venting to you right now & im sure your probably making a face right now to me hoping i will shut the fuck up, but i wont take much more of your time. I just wanted to come here & say I'm sorry for all the pain I have caused Paul & I hope that somehow, someway you can send us a message that you want us to reunite as brothers & work things out.[After that last statement, a butterfly appeared out of nowhere & flew by the face of JMont. In a matter of seconds though, the butterfly was gone & nowhere to be seen.]
JMont: Aunt Maria. Was that you? Are you here to help us? Were you showing me that you are going to be around to watch over us?[JMont, now like Paul, has a million things running through his mind after what just transpired.]
JMont: I love you Aunt Maria, & I will be back soon. I need to go handle a few things right now, but I know you will be watching over us.[JMont kneels down on one knee, & blows a kiss towards the tombstone. Finally getting up, he starts walking towards the main road where he has his 2022 Mercedes Benz G Wagon waiting for him.]
JMont: Im hoping after this visit, that maybe some signs will come out & show Paul i did what i had to do. And that he will finally understand.[Opening the front door & quickly getting inside like he is about to get car jacked. Slamming the door shut, & pushing the start button to start the G Wagon. He then proceeds to push the bluetooth button.]
JMont: Call WIFEY![And for all you wise asses out there, it's not ALLISON RIGGS, it’s Mia. Leave the past in the past. And just after one ring, Mia answers.]
Mia: Hey baby, how are things?JMont: Im good love. I think this visit to Aunt Maria was good for my mental health.Mia: I knew it would be. Now you just have to let things happen. One day at a time.JMont: You know I'm an impatient person & wanna fix everything as fast as I can.Mia: This isn't something that can be fixed with superglue or duct tape. It’s going to take time. JMont: I don't have a lot of time. You know we are partners on Monday night in the PWE.Mia: You guys are going to be fine. You both hate losing so it's going to work out.JMont: You might be right, but I need to go to one more place before I head back home.Mia: And you better not forget my wings from the Rabbit either. Not only will I be mad, but baby GMont in my stomach is going to get pissed, & I don't need all that kicking & moving around.JMont: I love you both, & I won't forget.
[JMont ends the call & seems like a man on a mission now.]
30 Minutes Later
[Pulling up to Sparks Steak House, the #1 Steak in all of NYC. I don't know if Mia knows he's not on the way to the Rabbit to get her wings, but the G Wagon is now parked in the front as the Valet make their way around & open the drivers door for JMont.]
Valet: Welcome back again Mr. Montuori. Your Uncle is inside at the bar like usual.[This is a famous place where a lot of Mobsters & crime families hung out, did some business & had some laughs. Also one of JMont’s favorite places to go when it comes down to business & family. Making his way to the front door, he walks in like he owns the place. He looks around & sees Uncle Vincenzo at the bar. But he can also hear his loud ass voice as well, like he is Vinny’s Uncle from the Jersey Shore.]
UncleVincenzo: [At the bar] I need another shot, & get this sexy lady over here anything she wants.[JMont quietly makes his way towards the bar, but is going towards the back of his uncle. Then in that instance, JMont extends both arms & wraps up his Uncle from behind.]
JMont: You have to be more careful, old man.[JMont lets go as his uncle turns around laughing.]
UncleVincenzo: Joey Boy. You know better than to think someone has me. The bartender here is loaded. The guy 2 stools down is loaded. I'm never alone.JMont: Just making sure Unc. I don't wanna lose you to no bullshit.UncleVincenzo: What brings you here when you have a pregnant wife at home ready to burst out your first child?JMont: Mia is fine, but I am here to ask for a favor.UncleVincenzo: You need me to kill Dane Preston for you?JMont: Old news. I need to find a way to get me & Paul in the same room, so we can talk this out. He won't take my calls, texts, emails, NOTHING!UncleVincenzo: I can try, but he has pretty much cut off the whole family.JMont: If anyone can do this, it's you Unc. I gotta get going, but please get this done for me.[JMont hugs his Uncle, & being the smart ass he is, reaches over & grabs his shot. He slams it & puts the empty shot glass in front of him.]
JMont: Damn Unc, got you again.[JMont walks away, & Uncle Vincenzo can't help but laugh & orders another round. The Valet never even moved the G Wagon. Still parked in the front of the restaurant, they throw JMont the keys & he drops a few hundred dollar bills on the podium as he gets around & back into his vehicle. Once again not buckling up & why should he? JMont knows most of the cops on duty & the main judge in all of NYC. Stepping on the gas because he knows Mia is waiting for her wings & isn't a happy woman when she is hungry & pregnant.]
JMont: Baby, those WINGS, WINGS, WINGS, WINGS. Baby make your booty go. She had dumps like a TRUCK, TRUCK, TRUCK. Thighs like WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!
[JMont lost his mind with the remake of the Thong song, but truth be told, I bet if he took that to Dr Dre, it could be a number one hit. I mean if Los Del Rio with the Macarena or Vanilla Ice with ICE ICE BABY can be number 1, why can't the remake of Thong song be just that? But anyway, back to business. The speedometer is showing 65 miles per hour which is double the speed limit on the side streets of NYC.]
JMont: I find it funny that the PWE is trying to play mind games with the man that created the term mind games in this business. First by teaming me up with Paul who wont even say a fuckin word to me, then having one of my opponents have the name MIA. Are they trying to humor themselves or just straight piss me off? Either way, they just started something that they are going to have to deal with.
[JMont takes a sharp right turn, barely letting off the gas.]
JMont: Mia Castillo. For starters, when I'm done beating the living shit out of you, the first thing you need to do is change your name. There is only one MIA in this world & its MIA MONT. And if you even dare for one second to say anything about my future wife & mother of my daughter, I will send your ass all the way back to Mexico with a JKO. And if you don't believe me, just ask the other 6 assholes from the last show who thought they could run their mouths at me & get away with it. It’s my time again. When people mention the PWE, they right away say JMONT. No one gives two fucks about a Mia Castillo. And when I think about your last name, the first thing that pops to mind is Luis Castillo. A man that played 15 years in the big league level & hit just 28 Home Runs. Fuckin Pathetic. So I can see the apple wont fall far from the tree. Just like him, you will have no success in the PWE let alone this tag match. Even if I have to do this all on my own, I will WIN.[JMont is swerving all over the road like a man that had a 12 pack of Coors Light.]
JMont: This match means a lot to me. Not because i'm teamed with Paul or going up against 2 hookers who ask for a #1 supersized at the corner for a blow job. It’s because PWE is my new home & in my debut, I set the bar high by winning the Impulse Championship. Time to get back to the way things used to be. Having gold on both shoulders, & everyone in the fed being jealous of me. It’s already happening & I have to keep the momentum going. I will not let the management team here throw me off my game by putting me with Paul. One way or another, the job will get done. With or without Paul. I prefer with Paul to show him I want us to be brothers again, but if I have to do it alone, so be it. He just needs to suck all this up & understand why things were done.[JMont blows a red light as a few cars hold their horns down, but that doesn't stop him. Never have, never will.]
JMont: Damn, I'm getting hungry. Thank god the Rabbit isn't too far away.[JMont just passed a fruit stand on the side of the road which brings him back to match and thoughts.]
JMont: Peach Dillinger. Best place for her would be on the side of the road in that fruit stand. What a stupid name. If she went to school, she would know that if a peach is not kept in cool storage, it's going to rot in two to three days by fungus. And from the looks of her, she doesn't even have a Georgia Peach. Her ass is far from that. Maybe her rich dad Peter can go buy her a fake ass so she can really feel like a so-called Peach. Fun Fact too. The name Peach is the 6645th most popular girls name. Peter must have been smoking some of that strong ass Chemdog weed when he named her.
[Speaking of weed, JMont is really getting hungry now as his stomach made a growling noise. He should have gotten a steak when he visited his uncle, but he had a lot on his mind at the time. A few more green lights are passed & low and behold, you see the lights.]
VELVET RABBIT
[JMont, the cocky asshole he is, pulls right up to the front door & turns off his vehicle. Blocking the way for an ambulance & emergency people if needed. Slams his door shut & hits the alarm button. He walks to the front door & opens it. Once again walking in like he owns the place but still doesn't have an Empire Membership. He sees a waitress he's never seen before & approaches her.]
JMont: I need an order of 20 wings. 10 Lemon Pepper & 10 Teriyaki. Blue Cheese & side order of Cheese fries to go. Like yesterday. Thanks.Waitress: You must be Mia’s man.JMont: How did you know?Waitress: She called up here in case you forgot what to order her. Typical man. Always forget what a woman wants.JMont: I got the order right. So take your flat iron board ass to the back & get the food ready.[She storms off in rage. I'm sure VooDoo will hear about this later on & even dampen any chance of ever getting an Empire Membership. But right now, all he cares about is getting his wings for his woman & making sure he is ready for anything when this tag match happens.]
[While waiting for the wings, the THOUGHTZ in his head takes over again.]
JMont: Can I trust Paul? Even if I can't, it's only 2 bitches. I'm going to hit this Castillo girl so hard in the face that when she wakes up, she won't even know what her real name is. So I can help rename her from Mia Castillo to Kandy Castillo. Perfect name for a prostitute and her new career. Then I'm going to make sure that the JKO I give to Peach makes her all mushy & rotten inside. Make daddy spend that money to fix her all up again & find something new for her to do. Stepping in the ring with this JMont is suicide for these ladies. Everyone will see Monday night why I will be the longest reigning Impulse Champion in the history of the PWE, & I will do this with or without Paul.[Time must have flown by because the order for Mia has come. JMont grabs the big bag, throws a few hundred dollar bills in the air & takes off for the front door. I hope Peach & the fake Mia realize that JMont is going to win this match for the REAL MIA & his baby girl that will be here any day now.]
“Perhaps the BUTTERFLY is proof that you can go through a great deal of darkness, yet become something beautiful.”
