"It was Christmas eve, babe. In the drunk tank."
"Seriously?! Christmas songs already? Jesus Christ".
The music continues to blare from the Nightclub located on 10th Avenue in New York City. The camera quickly transitions to the direction in which the complaining was coming from. Standing by the door of the building is an agitated, exhausted bouncer. He may be annoyed due to the Christmas music or just fed up with his job in general, but he obviously isn't happy. Although, he looks like someone you wouldn't want to be in an irritated state. From just the look of him alone, he could be about six-foot-five and weigh around the two hundred and fifty-pound region. He is wearing a full black attire, sporting a protective vest and combat trousers to go along with his boots.
Suddenly, the man turns his attention to two men standing just in front of him. They seem like businessmen, wearing three-piece suits and carrying briefcases. Maybe they're going to the club for a drink or to talk business? Who knows? They slowly approach the bouncer, both with smirks on their faces. One man is stood in front of the other, establishing some kind of hierarchy, but both looking very similar in appearance. The businessman looks up at the bouncer but quickly turns his head to his associate.
???: Ay, Tony! Look at the size of this guy! You look like one of them...
He pauses as his facial expression changes from confidence to confusion.
???: One of them...what do you call them?
Tony: A bodybuilder. You're thinking of a bodybuilder, Louis!
Louis' look once again goes back to its previous state, as he wags his finger in the air now knowing what he was going to say.
Louis: That's right! You look like one of them bodybuilders. Anyways, what's your name, kid?
Vincenzo: My name's Vincenzo. Vincenzo Catalona and no I'm not a bodybuilder, I'm actually training to become a professional wrestler.
Louis: A professional wrestler, ay! You mean like that one guy? Who won that championship that one time? You definitely look the part, Vinnie-boy.
Vincenzo makes eye contact with Louis, looking more agitated than he did earlier.
Vincenzo: Call me Vinnie-boy again and I will send you and your associate here back to whatever pizzeria you two came from.
Both Louis and Tony burst out laughing, obviously not taking Catalona's threat seriously.
Tony: Look, we're not here to start a fight. You wouldn't want that, trust me. We are actually here to offer a very "lucrative" business proposition. We could use someone like you, both financially and even just physically. How about I buy you a drink and we can negotiate a deal inside this "fine" establishment?
Both men discreetly escort Vincenzo inside the building, with the two businessmen still going back and forth.
Tony: Louis, you didn't even offer Vinnie a drink!? What's wrong with you?
Slowly, the camera fades to black as it is unknown what type of business deal is happening inside the Nightclub. Although one thing is for certain, we will be seeing a lot more of Vincenzo Catalona.
"Seriously?! Christmas songs already? Jesus Christ".
The music continues to blare from the Nightclub located on 10th Avenue in New York City. The camera quickly transitions to the direction in which the complaining was coming from. Standing by the door of the building is an agitated, exhausted bouncer. He may be annoyed due to the Christmas music or just fed up with his job in general, but he obviously isn't happy. Although, he looks like someone you wouldn't want to be in an irritated state. From just the look of him alone, he could be about six-foot-five and weigh around the two hundred and fifty-pound region. He is wearing a full black attire, sporting a protective vest and combat trousers to go along with his boots.
Suddenly, the man turns his attention to two men standing just in front of him. They seem like businessmen, wearing three-piece suits and carrying briefcases. Maybe they're going to the club for a drink or to talk business? Who knows? They slowly approach the bouncer, both with smirks on their faces. One man is stood in front of the other, establishing some kind of hierarchy, but both looking very similar in appearance. The businessman looks up at the bouncer but quickly turns his head to his associate.
???: Ay, Tony! Look at the size of this guy! You look like one of them...
He pauses as his facial expression changes from confidence to confusion.
???: One of them...what do you call them?
Tony: A bodybuilder. You're thinking of a bodybuilder, Louis!
Louis' look once again goes back to its previous state, as he wags his finger in the air now knowing what he was going to say.
Louis: That's right! You look like one of them bodybuilders. Anyways, what's your name, kid?
Vincenzo: My name's Vincenzo. Vincenzo Catalona and no I'm not a bodybuilder, I'm actually training to become a professional wrestler.
Louis: A professional wrestler, ay! You mean like that one guy? Who won that championship that one time? You definitely look the part, Vinnie-boy.
Vincenzo makes eye contact with Louis, looking more agitated than he did earlier.
Vincenzo: Call me Vinnie-boy again and I will send you and your associate here back to whatever pizzeria you two came from.
Both Louis and Tony burst out laughing, obviously not taking Catalona's threat seriously.
Tony: Look, we're not here to start a fight. You wouldn't want that, trust me. We are actually here to offer a very "lucrative" business proposition. We could use someone like you, both financially and even just physically. How about I buy you a drink and we can negotiate a deal inside this "fine" establishment?
Both men discreetly escort Vincenzo inside the building, with the two businessmen still going back and forth.
Tony: Louis, you didn't even offer Vinnie a drink!? What's wrong with you?
Slowly, the camera fades to black as it is unknown what type of business deal is happening inside the Nightclub. Although one thing is for certain, we will be seeing a lot more of Vincenzo Catalona.
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