Iím do dope boy fresh. Holy shit, look at what I got. A title, a physical representation of my skills and abilities. Now, it is true Iíve dogged this title man. Iíve made fun of it, and complained about how worthless it is. Well, it was worthless, but now itís around the owner that gives it instant credibility. Take a hard look and a good listen Danger Boiz, the titles are around the waists of NFB and thatísí where they are going to remain. You had an okay, insignificant, unimpressive run with the titles. But thatís all history now. These are the first titles that we have claimed, and itís only going to get better from here. At least it should get better. However, the GCWA executives for some reason, seem surprised by this outcome, somewhat outraged. For whatever reason, they put their marketing noise machine behind the Danger Boiz and do not appreciate the fact I knock them off of their false pedestals. They do not appreciate the fact me and TGO showed the whole world how undeserving they were as champions. So what do they do in response? They punish me for winning. Thatís right, I win my first title, I show that I belong in the main event scene. Number one contenderships, possible title shots should be now coming my way. But no, itís not meant to be, because you see, I threw a kink into GCWAís plans.
No, they punish me for winning. Because I won a match that the executives thought I would lose, they throw me down to the under card, the god damn opening act, in an attempt to bury me, in an attempt to put me in a place they think I belong. Bullshit, and they definitely know it. Iím opening this weekís Inferno? Have you guys not figured out who the fuck your dealing with yet? I am Lorenzo Demarco, Iím the nastiest nigga to ever step in the squared circle, and I refuse to be buried as the opening act, especially just after I won my first title. Itís bullshit, itís politics, and you know what, Iím just going to have to take out my aggressions. In this case, my aggressions will be taken out on this up and comer Johnny Vegas. Johnny Boy, youíve made your bed havenít you? Youíve decided to get in bed, and sleep with the owner of G.C.W.A. I understand the move. Many people have come into this federation, successfully sucked Aceís dick empty, and be rewarded with titles, money, and opportunities that extend far and beyond what they deserve. You are just following in the foot steps of others, because you see itís the easiest path, you see itís the direction that gets results. I canít fully fault you for that.
Yet, itís not working is it? Youíve made your bed, and look at your rewards. First you get thrown in as the opening act of Inferno, an after thought, a throw away, and second, they throw you to me. Someone really doesnít think highly about you, and considering they try not to think highly about me, they really have a low opinion on you Vegas. Now donít get me wrong, you did defeat the hardcore champion Bucky Johnson. But with that being said, who hasnít defeated Bucky? Losing to Bucky Johnson is punishable by firing quad in several states. Itís true,. I read it on wikipedia. So Vegas, color me unimpressed with you so far. You are officially at this moment GCWAíS whipping boy. They know Iím frustrated, they know that I know they are doing me wrong, so to make sure I donít take it out of them, or any of their referees, they throw you to me in an attempt to appease me. Youíre the Christian and Iím one bad ass lion. Prepared to get mauled.
But itís not all gloom and doom for you Johnny Vegas. After I hand you your ass, and I will hand you your ass, you can crawl out of the ring, crawl backstage, curl up in Aceís lap and ask him to lick your wounds. Heíll do so, heíll nurture you, heíll heal you back to health, because he needs grunts like you. He needs sacrificial lambs to throw at NFB and even the Roman Empire in hopes that theyíll accept his offerings and leave his crown jewels, as well as himself alone. But I hear your position pays well, and in the end you might completely benefit from it. So go ahead, be Aceís whipping boy, be the lamb he sends out to slaughter. Cause me and my comrades, weíll accept it. Weíll even help you in the ring, hold the ropes open for you. Weíll let you walk to an neutral corner and gather you thoughts. Then when the bell rings, weíll even listen to your pleas. Weíll listen to you tell us that it doesnít have to go down, that you are willing to take a count out loss. Weíll listen, weíll contemplate, weíll stomp youíre face through the mat. Then weíll toss you out of the ring to give you a head start in heading back to the locker room. So thatís that Vegas, Iím going to get PAID IN FULL, and your going to be given an education on why Nobodyís . . . . Fucking . . . .Better.
The place he was arriving at was fancier than he was comfortable with. He was also awfully underdressed. He was wearing a decent enough shirt, but it had itís share of wrinkles in it. His pants were possibly the nicest pair of jeans he had, but they werenít good enough for a restaurant like this. At least Lorenzo Demarco was wearing a tie. He seemed rather uncomfortable as he stood in the small line waiting for his turn to speak to the hostess. He squirmed a little bit as he peered over the line and looked into the restaurant. He could hear live piano music playing from inside. He shook his head as he also looked around. If there was another black person in this place, they were gifted in the art of concealment. Yet, Veronica Fine was suppose to be somewhere in this restaurant. She had called him up that morning asking him to meet her hear for dinner. She had told him to dress nice, but he didnít fully comprehend what she meant by nice. Still, it would be wrong to say he put forth no effort. Lorenzo Demarco moves up in the line as he scratches the back of his head in nervousness. Veronica Fine didnít really give a reason for wanting to have dinner with him. He was surprised to have heard from her at all. He hasnít heard a thing from her since his ďrock bottomĒ experience. Still, he couldnít deny, it would be good to see her face again. He finally moves up to the podium and it is his term to speak.
Hostess: Hello, welcome to the Mystical Cove. My name is Sharron, we are currently booked so unless you have a reservation?
Lorenzo Demarco: Well, I donít, but Iím suppose to be meeting someone here. Her name is Veronica Fine?
Sharron looks down at her bookings and smiles as she points at something.
Hostess: Ah yes, Veronica Fine said she be expecting a fine gentleman such as yourself. WAITER! WAITER! Please escort Lorenzo Demarco to this table. Thank you.
The waiter beckons for Lorenzo Demarco to follow him. Lorenzo Demarco does so as he leads him into the middle of the restaurant. There in a flowing red dress, and glass of champagne touching her lips, was Veronica Fine. She was definitely living up to her last name this night. Lorenzo Demarco skips a breath when he looks at her. The waiter walks over to a chair and pulls it out for Lorenzo Demarco to take a seat. He asks Lorenzo Demarco for a beverage, and Lorenzo not sure of what would be prudent to purchase at this juncture meekly asks for water. The waiter leaves as Veronica Fine takes a look at Lorenzo Demarco and sighs.
Veronica Fine: I thought I told you to dress nicely?
Lorenzo Demarco: What are you talking about. I look pretty damn good.
Veronica Fine: Please mind the cursing in this restaurant. They donít take kindly to it, and nor do I as you should know by now.
Lorenzo Demarco: Fine, Fine, Fine. Look, this place makes me uncomfortable. Itís nowhere near what Iím use to coming to.
Veronica Fine: I know, but I enjoy it, and it really has fantastic food which even someone with tastes like yours should be able to appreciate. Besides, I wanted to get a good look at you, see how youíve been doing. I can just tell by looking at your face and all youíve kept good to your word, you havenít been on the stuff.
Lorenzo Demarco: Nope, Iíve been off cold turkey. Iíve had some rough nights. Iíve woken up with cravings so bad itís made me vomit. Iíve done the whole scratching my arm thing several times. A few times I even started to walk toward a dealer to . . Well you know . . .
Veronica Fine: But you stopped yourself?
Lorenzo Demarco: Yes, I stopped myself. I still end up spending the money. On coffee, on a sandwich, on something, anything to keep me from spending it on that. Itís not always easy, but so far Iíve been doing it.
Lorenzo Demarco picks up a menu and begins to read through it. His face gets more irritated and irritated as he looks down the menu.
Lorenzo Demarco: I canít even pronounce half of this sh . . . Cr . . .stuff.
Veronica Fine: Heehee, itís all good believe me. If itíll relieve some of the pressure from you Iíll order for you. Iíll pick out something I know youíll enjoy. So, not to bring it up, but I assume youíve heard about Stubs Mackenzie.
Lorenzo Demarco frozed at this moment. He knew Veronica Mars wasnít stupid nor was she not up to date. There was no way she didnít know he was a suspect. The silence is awkward as the waiter comes back and gives Demarco his water.
Veronica Fine: Your silence speaks louder than you can imagine. No, I donít think you had anything to do with it. I know you are many things, but a murderer is not one of them. Stubs Mackenzie was a low life drug dealer who just got what usually happens to the likes of people like him. His just desserts. Iím just trying to make conversation, not throw at you accusations.
Lorenzo Demarco: Um well . . Sorry, just as you probably know I did have a run in with the police, but luckily my new attorney Trevor Kent was able to make them see the errors of his ways. Heís really a smart guy, and heís really done a lot to advance my career.
Waiter: Are you two ready to order.
Veronica Fine takes charge. She begins to speak off several items off the menu. Lorenzo Demarco has no clue what she says, except for one word. . Calamari . . . The waiter nods and walks off.
Lorenzo Demarco: Please tell me you did not just order squid!
Veronica Fine: Indeed I did, for the both of us. Itís delicious. Donít complain youíll enjoy it. Now I would like to propose a toast. That means raise your glass!
Lorenzo Demarco groans as he lifts his glass of water. Veronica Fine lifts her glass of champagne.
Veronica Fine: A toast to Lorenzo Demarco, for keeping his promise to be clean. I must admit, I was skeptical that you would actually do so, but Iím proud to say I was wrong, and glad to see you are better off for it. Furthermore, congratulations to Demarco on successfully claiming his first title/
Lorenzo Demarco: Thatís something Iím willing to toast.
Lorenzo Demarco and Veronica Fine ding their glasses and take a drink each. They set their glasses down as Veronica Fine looks at Lorenzo Demarco with bemusement.
Lorenzo Demarco: What is it?
Veronica Fine: You know, this place has excellent food, but terrible coffee. If you remember, I love to have coffee after a good meal. Why donít we go back to your place after dinner and enjoy a nice cup of coffee as friends?
Lorenzo Demarco: Honestly, I donít think thatís a good idea. I know itís never bugged you in the past, but the place is worse off than it usually is.
Veronica Fine: I see, well then I have a second suggestion. Why donít we go to my place after dinner and have ourselves a cup of coffee as friends?
Lorenzo Demarco: Youíre place?!
Lorenzo Demarco couldnít help but give her a stare after her suggestion. He hadnít been allowed at her place since they broke up. It had been awhile. Was Veronica Fine really trying to patch things up? Was he really deserving of her friendship? Would going to her place be a mistake?
Veronica Fine: Yes my place? Is that a problem?
Lorenzo Demarco: No problem, in fact, I think itís the best idea Iíve heard today.
Veronica Fine: Splendid. Oh, here comes the calamari.
A plate of calamari is put in the middle of the table. The waiter walks off as Veronica picks up a piece and leans over the table.
Veronica Fine: Come on . . . Open up . . ..
Lorenzo Demarco groans but finally gives in as he opens up and lets her pop a piece in his mouth. He slowly chews, and then swallows. Shit, it was delicious.