Act I: The Beginning
June 1940: Roman Coliseum
The crowd is filled with excitement as the Roman Coliseum explodes with cheers as a muscular 20 year-old man sporting spandex shorts stands victorious over another man. The young man places his right foot on the competitorís chest as an Italian Announcer announces the winner to the crowd. The Italian dialect has been translated for your convenience.
Announcer: Here is your winner, the Magnificent Marcello!
The skinny announcer steps forward and is wearing a red and white stripped shirt, white pants, and has a long curly black mustache. He stands next to the wrestler known only as Marcello and calls out to the stands.
Announcer: If any of you feel like you have what it takes to last five minutes with the Magnificent Marcello then step right up and accept your fate.
The crowd continues to cheer but nobody steps forward to take on the dominant Italian Wrestler. Marcello graciously waves to the crowd as he makes his exit from the Coliseum floor and the carnival continues. Marcello is stopped in the hallway exiting the main floor by two members of the Italian Government. Marcello quickly recognizes the one as ďHis Excellency Benito Mussolini, Head of Government, Duke of Fascism, and Founder of The EmpireĒ and he salutes him. Marcello turns to the other Officer and salutes as he is the Commander of the Italian Army Pietro Badoglio.
Pietro Badoglio: You are a very fine fighter Marcello, but we have a challenge for you. We want you to fight one of our Italian Officers to the death. If you win you will be held in high regard and offered a highly regarded spot in our Italian Army. If you lose, then you are not the fighter that you claim to be.
Marcello stares at Badoglio but is still brimming with confidence, after all nobody had as much as taken Marcello off of his feet since he started competing at carnivals years ago. Marcello, knowing that he canít ignore the highest authorities in Italy salutes them both again and heads back out to the make-shift wrestling ring in the Coliseum much to the delight of the crowd.
Benito Mussolini motions for a man to join him and man dressed in Italian Army attire joins General Badoglio and Mussolini.
Benito Mussolini: Out there is a man that is wanted for high treason. Go kill him and return to me with his body.
Santo Bianchi: Yes sir!
The member of the Italian Army rushes out into the Coliseum as you can hear him being introduced by the Announcer in the background. General Badoglio turns to Benito Mussolini and speaks hesitantly.
Gen. Badoglio: Iím unsure if this Marcello is the answer to our problems Your Excellency, but he certainly should help.
Benito Mussolini scoffs at the General as he is unhappy when anyone doubts him or his ideals.
Benito Mussolini: We will see in due time General.
Back in the Coliseum, Santo and Marcello circle each other both ready to pounce on the other. Santo is the first to lunge forward and Marcello quickly moves out of the way while grabbing Santoís arm and twisting it sending him to the ground. Santo lays on the ground and pulls out his Baretta M1935 hand gun and as soon as he points it at Marcello it gets kicked from his hand. Santo goes to get up from the ground and Marcello kicks Santo in the head forcing his head to jolt to the side breaking his neck. Santo lays motionless on the ground as the announcer once again holds up Marcelloís hand.
Announcer: Here is your winner and still undefeated carnival championÖ.. ďTHE MAGNIFICENTĒ MARCELLO MAURAKO!
Act II: Embarrassed
Present Day Maurako Island
Matteo: Come on Maurakoís hurry up and get your stuff loaded on the jet. I canít wait to get back to Italy.
The oldest Maurako loads his bags onto the private Jet that the Maurakoís purchased right after buying the Island. Martino, Mosť, and Emily stroll up to the plane and begin to load their stuff onto the jet. Off in the distance you can see Mario Maurako sporting his HOW World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. He is standing still talking to Bobbinette Carey-Maurako who is pulling both of their suit cases behind her.
Mario: Come on Carey-Bear! Johnny Elite could pull these bags faster then you, and heís borderline retarded.
Bobbinette drops the suit cases in place obviously annoyed by Marioís berating of her.
Bobbinette: Well maybe if you didnít over pack it would be easier to pull your shit
Mario back hands Bobbinette across the face due to her out-lash.
Mario: Just because you were born in the Ghetto doesnít give you the right to talk to me that way. Iím not some thug on the street. Iím the HOW World Heavyweight Champion and you will address me with respect and kindness for all that I have done for you.
Bobbinette bites her lip and picks the suit cases back up and starts dragging them again as the 1st couple of HOW continue to make their way toward the jet.
Mario: Iím sorry you had to see that sweetie.
Bobbinette: its ok, I deserved it.
Mario: I was talking to the Belt.
Bobbinette hangs her head and looks at the ground as they walk to the plane. When they get to the plane Mario climbs on board joining Matteo, Martino, Mosť, and Emily on board and leaves Bobbinette to load the luggage onto the plane cargo area. After Bobbinette loads the luggage she climbs onto the plane to find everyone seated and buckled up, including the HOW World Title which is in the seat next to Mario.
Bobbinette: Umm, where is my seat?
Mario quickly unbuckles his seatbelt and stands up to confront Bobbinette.
Mario: Did you think you would actually be riding to Italy with us? Did you forget what happened on Turmoil? Well let me remind you! You cost The Maurako Family the HOW World Tag Team Championships. The Marvelous One has been on a roll lately, and I donít want your jobberitis rubbing off on me and my HOW World Championship.
Bobbinette: So that is the way itís going to be?
Matteo: Bobbinette, if you want to go to Italy I suggest that you book a commercial flight, because this jet is full.
Bobbinette glares at The Maurako Family as she slowly backs down the steps of the plane. Once Bobbinette is off the plane Mario closes the door. Mario returns to his seat and buckles himself back up.
Mosť: That was a little harsh wasnít it?
Mario: Not at all. She is lucky that I didnít let her get on board the plane just to throw her out while we are over the ocean. I busted my ass to win those Tag Team Titles and I busted my ass to win this World Championship and her lackluster attitude has already cost this family enough pain and suffering.
Mosť nods as he sees his fathers point and actually starts to agree with him.
Mario: But enough about her and the past, itís time to look forward to the future. Itís time to look forward to The Maurako Familyís triumphant return to our homeland of Italy. Itís time to look forward to The Marvelous One stepping into the ring with The Empíerrorí Max Kael and defending the top prize in the business, successfully might I add.
Matteo: The entire country is no doubt looking forward to our arrival and the showdown between two of HOWís greatest stars. The Emperor of Max-
Mario cuts Matteo off and unbuckles his seat belt and gets up and paces back and forth in the isle as he talks.
Mario: Empíerrorí. Yeah yeah yeah, Max Kael is a HOW Hall of Famer; heís the reigning ICON Champion, and heís on a hell of a streak. But you know what that means to me?
Mario pauses briefly and waits for someone to offer up an answer. When nobody
speaks Mario continues talking.
Mario: It doesnít mean a damn thing to me. Just like I donít care that it was a little over a year ago that Max Kael beat me to win the ICON Championship from me just seven days after I had won it. Just like I donít care that he worked hard to fight his way through the Lee Best Invitational Tournament, while I took a much different path to get to March 2 Glory. But the important thing is that Iím not only in the Main Event at March 2 Glory, but Iím going in as the HOW World Heavyweight Champion. Iím going in the hometown favorite and world renowned Whacker extraordinaire, and when I leave the Roman Coliseum on March 22nd in front of all of my Italian descendants, Iíll still be the reigning HOW World Heavyweight Champion.
Mario takes his seat again and buckles his seatbelt.
Mosť: I know you will do the family proud and retain your Championship Dad.
The conversation is interrupted when a voice comes across the speakers and into the cabin of the private plane.
Captain: Welcome to Air Maurako, this is your captain speaking. I would like to inform you all that we will be departing for Italy momentarily so if you would please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts we will begin the journey of a lifetime! And as always, thank you for flying Air Maurako.
Martino: Does he have to say that every time we fly?
Matteo: Itís his job, heís the captain.
The plane slowly begins to itís take off sequence and starts down itís runway on Maurako Island. Bobbinette watches as the plane lifts off the ground and goes air bourn as The Maurako Family depart.
Matteo: Next stop, Italy!
Act III: The Homecoming
The sunlight has faded away and darkness has taken its place. Air Maurako didnít experience a single problem in the long flight to Italy. The Maurakoís were extremely happy to land and had been expecting hundreds of thousands of people to greet them. However when they stepped off their plane there wasnít one single person who was there to see them. Because it was late The Maurakoís agreed that their fellow countrymen had probably decided to wait until the morning to welcome their returning sons. The Maurakoís however climbed into a waiting stretch limo and once their bags were packed onto the limo they were whisked away to the Duca díAlba Hotel where they were set up with the nicest suite in the whole hotel.
Several Minutes laterÖ
The Maurakoís arrive at the hotel with no fan fair. The Family gets out of the stretch limo and the driver retrieves their bags. Mario is the first to enter Hotel Duca díAlba and he walks straight up to the counter while sporting the HOW World Heavyweight Championship belt over his right shoulder.
Mario: Where in the hell is everyone? I completely expected a huge welcoming party.
The desk clerk stares at Mario blankly. The clerk then rattles off a response in Italian to which Mario returns the blank stare. As this takes place Matteo, Martino, Mosť, and Emily walk into the Hotel and join Mario at the desk.
Mario: Weíve got a small problem, does anyone speak Italian?
The entire family simultaneously looks at Matteo simply because he was born here.
Matteo: Donít look at me; I left this country when I was a little boy. I barely even remember what it was like.
Mario turns back to the desk clerk and smiles, and then begins to talk loud and slowly as if talking to a deaf person.
Mario: I am WORLD CHAMPION. My name is MAURAKO. I get BIGGEST ROOM so I can rest and beat up Max Kael.
Mosť: Dad he isnít deaf, he just speaks Italian.
Mario: What ever happened to the good ol days where everyone knew English too?
The desk clerk face lit up upon hearing the name Maurako and now gets the Familyís attention by ringing the bell at the desk. The Maurakoís stop their talking and look at the desk clerk. The clerk walks over to the window a few feet away and pulls the curtains over. Outside the window there appears to be at least a hundred Italianís with home made torches.
Mario: Hey, they finally heard we were here and have come for an impromptu nightly autograph session.
The Maurako Family & Emily exit out the front of the Hotel and Mario climbs onto the roof of the Limo and holds the HOW World Title high above his head.
Mario: Welcome my Italian brothers and sisters-
Before Mario can say another word one of the torches is hurled at him and flies into the open window of the Limo catching it on fire. Mario quickly covers up the World title and jumps down from the limo as the angry mob continues to throw torches, trash, and a pitch fork.
Mario: A pitchfork? Seriously!? What is this the 1800ís?
Matteo grabs a hold of Marioís arm and pulls him away as a torch lands right where Mario was standing. The Family and Emily scurry off into the night attempting to flee the angry crowd and the scene fades to night time sky over Rome.
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