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| Family Meeting; RP 34 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 12 2006, 07:06 PM (30 Views) | |
| Angel | Oct 12 2006, 07:06 PM Post #1 |
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[dohtml] <p align="center"><font color="#C0C0C0">> The scene opens inside the restaurant that Angel's uncle owns in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. In a private dining area sits The Costello family. Bencino at the head of the table. Angel to his one side and Salvatore to his other side. Gino, Abe, the list goes on and on. There are about 50 to 75 people here. Bencino looks deeply disturbed as he clears his throat. Everyone that was talking immediately stops. Bencino sighs and slowly eases out of his chair, rising and looking over his family. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FF6600"><b>Bencino: </b>As most of you know we have been working out deals with other families to gain control here and there. </font> <p align="center"><font color="#C0C0C0">> Most of then nod their heads while others merely continue to listen. Bencino moves from his seat and starts to slowly walk around the table. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FF6600"><b>Bencino:</b> I recently spoke with Al Carleone.</font><font color="#C0C0C0"> </font> <p align="center"><font color="#C0C0C0">> That gets most of everyone in the room to glare at Bencino. Bencino sighs deep. They sense his sadness and his regretful tone. <</font><p align="center"><font color="#FF6600"><b>Bencino:</b> We spoke about his grandson marrying my daughter, Angel.</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> As Bencino says this his eyes, as well as everyone else's fall upon the shocked Angel. Angel rises not giving a damn. <</font><font color="#CCCCFF"><br> </font><font color="#FF99FF"><br> </font> <font face="Times New Roman" color="#FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b> </font> <font face="Times New Roman">WHAT?! I am with Ethan dad. You know that. You know how I f eel about him!</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0"> > Bencino pauses in his steps and then stops. Angel glares hard at him. <</font><p align="center"> <font face="Times New Roman" color="#FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b></font><font face="Times New Roman"> Who is his grandson? Do we know him? Or do I have to wait?</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0"> > Gino reaches up and gently take's Angel's hand. Gino says something to her, which gets her to sit down.<</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FF6600"><b>Bencino:</b> His grandson is Andon Davis.</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> That gets most of everyone in the room to now rise to their feet. Gino is the first to rise, followed by Angel and Abe. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FFFF00"><b>Gino:</b> Whoa!</font><p align="center"> <font color="#CCCCFF"> <b>Abe: </b>Pops. What is wrong with you?</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Gino balls up his fists and rests them on the table. Angel wipes a stray tear away. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FF6600"><b>Bencino:</b> I did not who his grandson was until after we made arrangements. Carleone gave me the option to choose the wedding date..</font><font color="#C0C0C0"> </font> <p align="center"><font color="#C0C0C0">> Bencino sighs and lowers his head. <</font><p align="center"> <b>Angel: </b>I refuse. I love Ethan. No one else.<p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Bencino lifts his head. <</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FF6600"><b>Bencino:</b> Then I will have to hold out on setting the date for this wedding.</font><font color="#C0C0C0"> </font> <p align="center"><font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel clenches her fists, then grabs the chair she was sitting in and throws it across the room in pure rage. A lot of the men in the room duck out of her way. Angel turns and leaves the room, storming through the restaurant. Outside she is met by members of the press. Angel shoves her way past them and gets in her mustang. Angel fires it up and peels out of the parking lot. Her cell phone rings and she answers it in an angry tone. <</font><p align="center"> <b>Angel:</b> What?<p align="center"> <font color="#00FFFF"><b>Genesis:</b> Hey.. It is Gen.. what is wrong?</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel sighs and she peels around a turn. <</font><p align="center"> <b>Angel:</b> I have to marry Andon. Thanks to my father.<p align="center"> <font color="#00FFFF"><b>Genesis:</b> WHAT? Why?</font><p align="center"> <b>Angel: </b>Because of some stupid family deal. <p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel comes to an abrupt halt in the parking lot of her garage where her men all come out to see who is driving like a maniac. They see it is Angel and they quickly hide back in the garage. Angel sighs and hangs up on Genesis, slamming her car door shut. Angel then walks into the garage and grabs some tools. Angel walks over to her truck and starts to beat the fenders of it with a wrench. Jackson comes out and his jaw drops as he watches her smash her windows in. Dean comes out to stop her only for Jackson to hold out an arm to block him. Jackson shakes his head and gestures back inside. Both men go back inside as Angel continues to vandalize her own truck. Once done she starts towards her baby, the Mustang. Gino pulls up in his charger and spins it around, parking behind her mustang so she can't leave. He and Abe jump out as Angel raises the wrench in to the air. Gino runs and tackles her, rolling on the ground to get her away from the car.<</font><p align="center"> <font color="#FFFF00">Gino: Angel calm down!</font><p align="center"> Angel: Screw off Gino.<p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> The men come out of the garage. Jackson having a phone in his hand, apparent that he called Gino and Abe. Abe looks over Angel's truck and blinks. Gino gets up, ripping the wrench of Angel's hand and helping her up with the other hand. Angel glares at Gino and then Abe. Genesis pulls up in her explorer, gets out and sighs. Genesis, who is now starting to grow a swollen belly.<</font><p align="center"> <font color="#00FFFF"><b>Genesis:</b> Before you hung up on me I had to tell you that you have a match at the PPV, Redemption. It is for your title and it is against Justice.</font><p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0"> > Angel runs a hand through her hair and walks into her house. On her counter is a vase full of flowers that Andon sent her with a card that reads. 'Happy Engagement". Angel grabs the vase and throws it across her kitchen. It smashes against the wall. Gino blinks as Abe reaches over and pulls Genesis behind him, protecting his pregnant wife. Angel walks out her back door and sits down on her back porch steps, overlooking what small yard she has.<</font><p align="center"> <b>Angel:</b> So Justice you want MY title? Good luck getting it back. I think you are now a washed up has been who has nothing better to do than pine over a title that you lost because you are no longer the best. I am the best. I am the top woman in the NLCW. Not you. Not Faith. Not Jade. Not Autumn. You once stood in my place. But you got knocked down. Once by Faith and Once by me. Face it Justice. This title is mine. It will never be yours. <p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel sighs, still trembling with anger raging inside her. <</font><p align="center"> <b>Angel:</b> I don't care how much you like pain. How much it turns you on. Or how bad you think you are. You are nothing but a has been champ to me. That is what you will stay. I am willing to push my body, my mind and my soul to the limits to keep my title. Which means you better be at your best. This is after all your last chance. You lose, you lose your Number One Contendership for the NLCW Womens Championship title. MY Title.<p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel stands and punches the banister on her porch. <</font><p align="center"> <b>Angel:</b> I won't let you or anyone else have it Justice. So you and your side show freak Scott can have all the fun you want. Oh wait. Scott left didn't he? See... Proof that you are a has been. That is when one has been leaves you because you are not enough for him.<p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel sighs realizing her anger is misplaced. <</font><p align="center"> <b>Angel: </b>I guess not everything is meant to be right? I mean, No matter how much I love Ethan... I have to go through with this arranged marriage. It is either that or I find a way out of it. Oh well. I'll see you at Redemption Justice. Be ready for a beating. That is all I am giving to anyone.<p align="center"> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel stands and walks inside as the scene fades out to black. <</font>[/dohtml] |
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