~*~*~*~*~~*~*~~*~*~*~*~~*~*~~*~*~*~*~~*~*~ "Bigg Rigg" John Gambino Tony Fragale Frankie Penicci For the last few months, I have been sitting home. For once I have been but a fan; watching and enjoying all the chaos so popular and so typical in the XWF. So many things have changed, yet at the same time so many things are exactly the same. The ownership of the XWF has changed hands five times since Jonathyn Brown’s tenure as XWF CEO. From Jon, to Fuzz, to Shank, to Fuzz, to Jason Cash and now; James Raven. I will begin by saying that my disappointment in Fuzz is Immeasurable. The guy steps up and makes people believe that he is the “messiah” and that he is going to be the one to save the XWF for everybody, only to end up running away like a scared little kid. Being afraid is one thing, but not bothering to tell anybody what is going on!? That’s enough to make me wish Fuzz was still around so I could beat some sense back into him. Then to top things off, after Shank had busted his a$$ to make the XWF a success again…..here comes Fuzz, with a good old fashioned excuse. But, excuses are like a$$holes; everybody has got one and most of em’ stink worse than a nugget straight from my brown eye after a nice taco dinner. So, after searching for sympathy from the XWF roster; Fuzz states that he is taking the XWF back over again. But, after making the promise once again…what happens? Fuzz disappears faster than Reverend Jesse Jackson at a K.K.K. meeting. A few days later Cash shows up and tells the roster that he has taken the reigns from Fuzz. Okay, so again Fuzz made a huge decision and again didn’t give a crap to tell anybody about it…..great job. It was at this point in our little story that I wanted to return to the XWF for just one night; make my way to the ring and grab a microphone. I then wanted to lift the microphone to my lips; wait for my fans to quiet down and then yell loud and proud….”YOU SUCK, FUZZ!” because at this point in our tale, I was already set to tell Fuzz that he could bend over and kiss the fuzz in the deepest part of my fat a$$. But, before I could make a return to the XWF; the ownership had changed again. Jason Cash tried and I really believe that. That being said, I have respect for Cash; because there is no shame in trying and not being able to do something. We’ve all been there. Real men try, real men don’t run away to their mommy and hang off her nipple waiting for milk to emerge. Cash showed what he has inside, heart. While Fuzz showed us all that what is inside of him as well, under all the “Fuzz” he is nothing but a big wet stinky vag. You know, the kind of vag you find on an old woman who spent her younger days as the town whore and now her lips are so loose that it sounds like a flag flapping in the breeze whenever she queefs? A vag so dirty and used up that whenever it urinates you kind of wonder why it looks so much like pea soup and even more disturbingly, it has the same thick consistency as pea soup? A vag so vile that whenever a man slides his meat whistle into it, all that is comes back out is a little stub of skin where the penis used to be. And you tried telling your friend not to hit it, but Shank just wouldn’t listen and now has his penis held on by duct tape. No, just kidding Shankster. Now, we have James Raven as the owner of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. Raven stepped up to the plate and took over. My take on that situation is that now, finally the XWF can move on to a successful new generation. No more wondering who is running things, or always having to second guess if there is going to be an arena booked for Anarchy or if the entire staff is just gonna go MIA and say forget it. I have been in the XWF for a long, long time and the one thing that has always made or broken this place is stability. When Jon ran the place, he was stable and the company flourished. Yet, when almost anybody else has attempted to run the place; IE: Cooper, Mike Extremer, Kore, Fuzz, Cash ect. This place was very unstable. Some of the unstable times the company crumbled and had to be rebuilt; and sometimes a savior stepped up. The savior typically worked on stability first chance he got and kept this place running. There have been a small handful of people who have successfully run the XWF since I have been around and I consider myself a pretty good judge of character concerning this matter. I believe that James Raven will do what needs to be done to take the XWF into it’s new era. James will ensure that all that we have built for so long, will not crumble. Instead it will grow bigger and better than ever before. There was something that I never got to discuss that I will now take the opportunity to voice my opinion on. Cyren held the Universal championship again? Really? In my absence from the XWF Cyren was handed an opportunity to swell his head even bigger than it initially was? What happened, did every other XWF main eventer come down with the swine flu that particular week? Was Honkey Lighthouse not available to wrestle that week? Did the XWF staff get into Kitten’s stash of crack that week and let their delusions talk them into giving him a shot at the universal championship? Whatever the case, if I hadn’t been injured at the time I would have made a return; beat Cyren for the nineteenth hundred time and saved all of the XWF fans from having to listen to his dark suicidal drivel go on and on long enough to make a person’s ears bleed. We know, you had a bad frigging childhood Cy, we all did; only difference is instead of using razor blades to cut ourselves and becoming pals with Satan, the rest of us just deal. I cannot tell you how many years I have watched Cyren come out to the ring and bore everybody with his mindless blathering. I would much rather watch two old people having sex, stare directly at all the hanging sagging flesh rolling around; than ever listen to Cyren’s voice again. “I’m the best, I’ve been Universal champ more than once; everybody kiss my gigantic a$$” Well Cy, we would kiss you’re a$$ if it weren’t for two things. One, you don’t deserve it. You are a multiple time champion for one reason and one reason only; because YOU were Jon Brown’s flavor of choice for a very long time. Jonathyn Brown chose favorites, plain and simple. If Jon liked you, then you would be champion no matter how badly you sucked as a wrestler…*Cough, Cough* Cooper *Cough, Cough*. Hell, even if you were one of the best wrestlers ever; yet you were in the midst of being fairly beaten by another one of the XWF’s best ever; even if it meant ruining the match and soiling your name… if Jon liked you he made sure you won…..*Cough, Cough* Ramna *Cough, Cough*. And, second reason that we don’t kiss you’re a$$ Cy, is because we can’t seem to find a time when there isn’t one of your male friend’s penises shoved deep in your anus……. ……And speaking of Chad, how much trouble can HE continue to cause in the XWF before he understands that the way to earn respect is to stop talking, stop backing retarded people like Cy up; man up and show us what he has really got in the ring? I believe that had Chad concentrated more on his career, on being the best he could be rather than telling us that he was the best; he may have already been Universal champ. Chad has the talent, yet he seems to always need a friend around to share a brain with. Unfortunately every friend he chooses never has a big enough brain for himself, let alone enough left over to share with Chad. But, I didn’t decide to break my silence simply because I was tired of other people’s idiocy. I broke my silence because after watching XWF TV every single week without me present; I decided it was time to show up and make myself heard. For a long, long time I have felt that my talents have been overlooked in the XWF. How many times can I be mentioned as number two when the XWF in a whole is talked about? Mentioned only after Steve Jason's ego has been properly stroked. Don't get me wrong, I have all the respect in the world for Steve; he is one of the best guys that I have had the pleasure of meeting during my time in the XWF. But, what has he done that I haven't done? Multiple time universal champion you say? Yes, Steve Has held the universal championship more times that half of the idiots on the XWF roster simple minds could even attempt to count. But Steve was also lucky enough to be a favorite of Jonathyn Brown. So he was not screwed, nor bothered when his desire was to become universal champion. Myself on the other hand, well I have always been Stone Cold to Jon's inner Vince Mcmahon, the Clark Kent to his inner Lex Luthor, the Bowser to his inner Mario. Meaning, every single time I have ever gotten the opportunity to go for the universal championship I not only had to deal with my opponent; but I also had to deal with Jonathyn's back stage meddling. My whole point is this. I am sick and tired of being thought of as the second best. Steve Jason is gone, more than likely never to return to the XWF; so I am going to take this opportunity to take what is rightfully mine. I am going to take my rightful spot at the very top rung of the XWF ladder.
~*~*~ The Truth be told~*~*~ Location: The Gambino home; East Rutherford, NJ. Time/ Date: 1:15 P.M. Wednesday, January 20, 2010.
Finally the pain had gone, the darkness that the demon known as "Wolf" brought could finally be filled by the warm glowing light of the sun. But, the only problem was that there was no way that I could remain the same man after going through such an ordeal. Things like that, they change you no matter how hard you try to not let them. It is very much the same as a man that gets into a car accident and is blessed enough to survive; that man will never be the same again. He will always look at things around himself more closely, take the time to enjoy all the world has to offer and appreciate the people in his life more. I had lived the life of another man for many years, not caring who I lied to in the process. I wanted what he had and I felt that I DESERVED IT. I began to think back, to think back to the time when everything changed for both me and for him. For me life finally began handing me the things that I so rightfully deserved, for him....well his life took an unfortunate turn. One that lead him straight to a eternal dirt nap. Looking back at it now, it kills me. How could I have been such a terrible person? I stood over the bathroom sink, my hands both mounted one on each side of the blue porcelain sink; as I stared into the mirror that hung on the wall above the sink. In the sink were various ID's; licence, library card, social security card, video rental cards and even a couple credit cards; all in the name of "Mr. John P. Gambino" I grabbed the bottle of lighter fluid from the shelf above the sink with my right hand, then began squeezing the liquid all over the sink's contents. After a few seconds, once the cards were drenched enough; I pulled a match book from my inside jacket pocket, lit the flame of one of the sticks and dropped it into the sink. "None of this is mine." I spoke in a whisper, to myself. "May John Gambino finally rest in peace; the way he should have been allowed all the long." The sound of the door opening behind me got my attention, I turned my head and looked toward the now open door. Inside the doorway stood Tony; a shocked expression on his chubby face as he walked into the room and stood to my right. Tony stared downward at the flaming papers, no doubt wondering exactly why I was burning my credentials. "What's going on, Boss?" Tony asked, turning his gaze quickly toward me. "It's a long story, T." I answered, my eyes looking downward toward the floor. "You can trust me to my grave." Tony assured me. "You know that." I lifted my eyes upward, as I placed my hand onto the faucet and turned the cold water on. Smoke poured upward from the charred papers and after a few seconds, I turned the water back off. "My name wasn't always John Gambino, T." I said, as I leaned backward against the bathroom wall. "There was a man named John Gambino, I was his confidant for a long time....or so he thought. I was a different man back then...." ~*~*~ Flashback~*~*~ Location: Canales restaurant, Oswego NY. Time/ Date: 1:17 P.M. December 8th 1998 I was the son of a man who ran a local security company that the family had a piece of. My father's name was John LoFaro and I was his namesake; John LoFaro Jr. I had my first job with my father's security company, I was the guard assigned to the front door of the "Pathfinder Bank". One afternoon, I was standing in front of the door as usual. Smile, nod and open the door; smile, nod and open the door.....it is all I ever did. But in December of 1998, something happened that was a lot different than anything that had ever happened prior to that day. I stood, looking at this very attractive brunette who was inside a shop across the street getting her hair done. Out of nowhere, I heard a strange "click" sound. As I raised my head upward, I saw a man standing with a pair of dark sunglasses resting on his face, a ski mask clutched in his left hand and a shotgun in his right hand. As I looked at him, I began to feel as if my life was surely over.....it was at that time that I wished I had at least wanked off to that hott brunette across the street; before I died. The tall, skiny man with slicked back black hair, dressed in a grey suit looked up at me, nodded his head and smiled.
"Hey Kid." He spoke softly, probably in an attempt not to draw attention. "The name is Frankie, I am a friend of your Dad's..." He put the ski mask into his right hand with the gun, then reached his left hand into his pants pocket. Initially I flinched; until I realized that he could just shoot me with the shotgun if he wanted to; there was no need to dig in his pocket for a gun. When Frankie pulled his hand back out of his pocket, he had a fist full of hundred dollar bills. He handed them to me, much to my own shock. "What...what's this for?" I asked, as I looked down at the money with my eyes widened. "You take this, go over to that Beauty shop and ask that chick you been eyeing to go to lunch with you. bring her to lunch, bring her to a hotel room...I don't care. Just as long as you stay gone for the rest of the day my friend." Frankie said with a smile. It sounded good to me. I took the money, went over to the Beauty shop and introduced myself to the beautiful woman I had been watching. Her name was Laura Puglia, we had lunch at a local Chinese restaurant and then went back to my place and Screwed like rabbits. Even then I knew that I would one day be married to her. But, anyways. While I was gone from my post that day, Pathfinder Bank was robbed. I figured that my Dad was going to be ticked off at me for letting it happen, but when I spoke to him the next day he just told me that I did the right thing. I soon began hanging out with Frankie Penicci and his friend; Johnny Gambino Jr. The rest of the story I am not too proud of. I grew close to Frankie, to Johnny and to Johnny's father, Big John. But, about a year later Johnny came to me and confided in me. He had been cornered by the FBI and he was planning on ratting out everybody; Frankie, Big John and ten more soldiers. As soon as Johnny told me, I became enraged that he could do that to his own father and others that had been like family to him. It made me wonder how replaceable I was to him. I grabbed a nearby steel pipe that leaned up against the wall and when his back was turned I slammed the pipe into the back of his skull. Johnny was down in seconds, blood gushing from the back of his head. I leaned downward, surprised at what I had done. I put my index finger to his neck and attempted to get a pulse.....but he was dead. I immediately went to my Dad, who told Frankie and Big John; who both already knew that Johnny had been speaking with FBI agents. Big John decided it was easier for the other families to accept that a nobody like John LoFaro Jr. had been killed by Johnny Gambino Jr. than vice versa. So with that, Big John and Frankie made all the arrangements including setting up and paying for my plastic surgery. From that moment on...I became John Gambino. The only people that knew the truth were my father, Big John, Frankie and my woman; Laura.
~*~*~ Reality~*~*~ Location: The Gambino home; East Rutherford, NJ. Time/ Date: 1:47 P.M. Wednesday, January 20, 2010. Tony looked at me as if I had just murdered a small child right in front of him. "So, you aren't the son of Big John Gambino!?" Tony said in a whisper, his eyes still bugging. "No, I'm not." I admitted. "And now I feel as if it is time to tell everybody the truth, T. I have kept this secret for so long....." Tony crossed his arms onto his chest, as he turned around and kicked the bathroom door closed with his leg. He turned back around quickly and put both his hands onto my shoulders; as he looked me straight in the eyes. "Don't get crazy on me, Boss." Tony said. "We can't tell ANYBODY else except Jullian and Eli. If it gets out of this house, it could mean the end of a lot of lives. Just...just keep being John Gambino; you've done it for all these years. hell, you've done more as John Gambino than the real John Gambino did. Just sit tight, sleep on it and do the rational thing here, Boss." I ran my hand over the top of my head, then began to nod my head at Tony. "Perhaps you're right, T." I agreed. "I will sleep on this and see what I think in the morning." "That's right, that's good." Tony said. "Go to bed and I will have the maid bring you some warm milk to calm you down. We will talk more in the morning, Boss." I agreed. Tony grabbed the doorknob and opened the door for me. I walked out of the bathroom and headed toward my bedroom; with a lot on my mind. ~*~*~*~*~~*~*~ I feel bad for you Downfall, really I do. You've got to win, or go home. If you and your life partner Jason Twisted don't defeat Orchid and I on Anarchy; then you will not get a shot at the tag team championship belts. The thing is, I really don't give a damn if you get a shot at the titles or not. Downfall, you kind of indicated that Orchid and I were after "your" tag team championship belts. While at the same time, you acted like you were at one point the president of my fan club and had all the facts about my past in the XWF. Well, if you did indeed have all the facts about my past; then you would already know that I don't go after the tag team titles. I don't believe in going after championships that you can only win by depending on somebody else to watch you ass in the ring. I don't want, nor do I need anybody to watch my ass in the ring. So as far as I am concerned, you can take the tag team titles and shove them all up inside your crap factory. I think that it is down right hysterical that both you and your boy toy Jason run your mouths about how things "used to be". You saw me walking hand in hand with Jon brown, did you Jason? Was it before or after you finished cleaning up the shit that I had dropped earlier in the day in the men's room? I am going to inform you of something, just so you can at least make an attempt to stop sounding so ignorant when you speak. Then, afterwards you can go ahead and change the urinal cakes in the men's room; because they've gotten quite bad. If you ever saw me "walking hand and hand" with Jon Brown, it was because promises were made and then after Jon got what he wanted from me; those same promises were quickly broken. I was the one man that stood side by side with Jon and walked through the gates of hell back when he asked to see nude photos of half the divas in the locker room. While the rest of the roster turned their backs on Jon, I stood up for him, I fought for him and I put my own good name on the line for him. What did I get out of the deal? Nothing. I always played the part of the forgotten child fighting for attention of his father. And much like all the neglected children in the world that fight day in and day out for their parents love and respect; I walked away empty handed. During the entire previously mentioned debacle, Steve Jason was the first to say that he couldn't be involved with anybody that would ask for naked pictures of his female employees. Yet, once the entire situation had become nothing more than forgotten history; Jon Brown still embraced Steve as if he had always been by his side. What about me? Well, as soon as Jon had milked me dry of everything he needed me for I was tossed right back where he loved to put me to rot....the world title division. While Jon placed his "chosen one" Steve Jason right back a top the universal championship ladder. Steve Jason isn't the issue at hand with that situation either, Steve is a good guy. You can't blame the child for the parent who acts as if their kid's shit doesn't stink. Besides, after Steve retired....it still continued in the same fashion. Except, Jon's new favorite was a man named Ramna. It is a situation that initially I held against Ramna, which as I said isn't the correct person to be angry with. It was Ramna's fault that Jon Brown creamed his jeans at the mention of Ramna's name. It wasn't Ramna's fault that Jon Brown took down pictures of his woman in his house and replaced them with action shots of Ramna. And, it wasn't even Ramna's fault that Jonathyn Brown lubed up a dildo and shoved it deep into my anus the night I faced Ramna for the universal championship. It was Jon's fault and it is something that Jon himself will have to have on his conscience every single night when he crawls into bed with his life size stuffed Steve Jason and his life size stuffed Ramna. So, yes....you may have seen me walking hand in hand with Satan himself; Jonathyn Brown. But, it could be said by people from your past that they seen you peeing in your pants as a child; does that mean that you still pee your pants? Does it mean that you are proud that you once soaked your scooby doo underpants with sour smelling piss? No. The same goes for me and my past with Jonathyn; it makes me physically ill to think that I helped that sick son of a bitch. If I had it to do over again, I would have snapped his neck and did this company a favor a long, long time ago. Next, Downfall.....you talked about how this return would be much like "every other" Bigg Rigg return. Apparently I will "fizzle" out after a few months and become nothing more than a faded memory. Well, I guess your saying that just backs up my statement that you have no clue of the past when it comes to the XWF. For you, when you speak of the "good old days" you are probably talking about last summer. Yes Downfall, those were different times and it is funny; because it seems like it was just four months ago. I wish I could return to those days, oh how I miss being 27 and three months old, instead of this dreadful 27 and seven months. Let me enlighten you of things that you have no idea what you're talking about. The only Bigg Rigg return that ended in a quick "fizzling out" was my last return and that was simply because I was not ready to return. I knew even before I stepped foot into the ring that the spark that one needs to have to be involved in this business, just wasn't there. This time is different. I feel like the machine that everybody is used to seeing. There are two major reasons that I returned to the XWF. Yes, one of them is to become the XWF universal champion once again. But that goal in my mind is a long term goal, I am in no immediate hurry. The reason that I am in no hurry is because while I await my shot at the belt I never lost, I will enjoy achieving the other goal that I returned here for; to hurt people. I have no boundaries this time around, I do not care whom I inflict pain upon as long as I can enjoy the sound of their blood curdling screams. Prior to my return, I used to think that all the rage inside of me was simply the effects of the demon known to the world as "Wolf". But, what I realized is that while Wolf did indeed turn me into an evil monster that was very much unlike the normal me; at the same time many of the traits that I had attributed to Wolf....were me all a long. The desire to hurt those that dare step in my way, the desire to see those same foes lating before me in a pool of their own blood and the true orgasmic feeling that I get when I think about how I am feared by others....ALL ME! You see, for many years I thought those traits made me a bad person. I am a religious man and always have been; I believed that traits I possessed made me a man that God himself would be ashamed of. But then I began to realize, it isn't me that is evil....it is this world. All the beliefs, the morals and the love between man that once existed is now nothing but a faint memory. This world is filled with murderers, child molesters, rapist and terrorists. I am the hero of this story when you think about it. Because when i come upon one of the few good people left on this earth, I do not feel those feelings of rage and I do not feel the desire to hurt somebody. It is only when I lay my eyes upon one of the world's many pieces of scum that I really begin to become The Angry Italian. I care not what you say or think about me; because in my mind you are a nobody anyways, Downfall. You are somebody that wishes he could be one of the big boys, yet when the time comes for you to prove that you deserve it you piss your pants and run away screaming every single time; like the little child you truly are. This isn't my first rodeo, I have faced people like you in the past. Rookies who forget to give respect to the legends that paved the way for them in this business. That's fine with me Downfall, as I said; I am used to it. But unlike those who have come before you trying to use me as their own person stepping stone to greatness, you crossed a line that will prove to be the biggest mistake of your young life. You Downfall, you made this personal by saying the things you did about my Wife. Laura has stood by my side through everything. Through Wolf, through my cheating, through thick and frigging thin. When I think that I have nobody to turn to I can always turn to my side and see her smiling face telling me that I do have someone. You run your mouth about your "legacy" and the tag team championship and "I beat Trent Gein" to try to what?...Impress me? Trent Gein is a washed up, big mouthed piece of euro trash who couldn't win a wrestling match with my grandmother. As for your tag team championships, take those useless pieces of tin, place them under your pillow and watch as the I don't give a shit fairy comes during the night and kicks you in the nuts. And, your legacy hasn't happened and now that you have run your mouth about my Wife; IT WON'T HAPPEN! So enjoy looking at all the crayon drawings that you did of yourself holding the world or the universal championships; because that is as close to a legacy you will ever achieve. For somebody who thinks that he knows so damn much about about the XWF's golden days; you really should have done your homework a little better on this one Downfall. Because everybody knows, from the tops superstars like Steve Jason, The Brand and Lee Stone; all the way down to the lowly cleaning staff like Janitor Bud and Cyren....when you SCREW with my Wife, you've reached the end of your Life. I am not going to walk down the aisle, climb into the ring; stand eye to eye with you and shake your hand before having a traditional wrestling match with you. No. I am going to make you bleed, until I believe that I have squeezed out your body's last drop of blood. I am going to break your bones, until I believe that there is nothing left inside your body except piles of white dust. I am going to make you scream and beg for your life, until you can no longer speak. Forget The rage, I am going to hurt you so badly that the rage will seem like it could have been a fucking Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs fairy tale ending for you. You ran your mouth, Downfall. You ran your mouth more than you should have and about all the wrong things. Now there is nothing left to do, except kiss your ass goodbye.
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