For the last few days Tomasso Ciampa had been filmed by a documentary crew. He was told it was by Gorrila Films or Guerrilla Documentaries or something similar. He had agreed as a favour but was beginning to regret this decision. These kids seemed to have plenty of flair & talent but passion was lacking.
Ciampa: I want to preface this little video recording with a little disclaimer. I've had a bad day. What other kind is there? In a nutshell, I missed my original flight cos of the worst Uber journey of my life. Following that I had the old last minute flight with the seat between two fat asses and directly in front of the stroppy little kid who kicked the hell outta my seat. What can I say? My life has become the opening lines of some two dollar stand up comedian. You think that's bad? I arrive at the building and look at who I got. Untelevised match against Matt F'n Sydal. You have got to be pulling my leg!
The camera zooms out to show Ciampa sat on a weight bench at the gym.
Ciampa: Regardless. I am not a man to bitch and moan about his lot. I am someone who is going to take any opportunity he is given. It just happens though this opportunity is to face that mamaluke. If that's the cards they're going to deal me, I know exactly how to play my hand. Sydal. I got you trumped bud, your hand is ineffective against mine. That was me speaking metaphorically but now let me get literal with you. I want to talk about your actual hand Matt. I hope you're not feeling too attached cos I have plans for each one of those little piggies. Not one of them is going to make it home with you. Try me bud. I. Will. Rip. Your. Effing. Hand. Straight. Off.
Ciampa: Look at that Matt. See what you did! You got me mad. When you piss off Tomasso Ciampa there's no saying what happens next. In this case you brought out my inner Enzo. Pathetic. Gimme a second to compose myself.
Ciampa pours a bottle of water over himself.
Ciampa: Sorry about that. I just get so... you know what? I'm not sorry. Why lie? I am better than this. Don't you agree? I'm above fighting Matt Sydal in an attempt to warm up the crowd for those other morons.
Crew member: All due respect, you've hit a bit of a funk since starting at EBWF
Ciampa: Is that so? Hit a funk? Well, I appreciate your honesty. Eff it. I take your constructive criticism on board. Thank you for schooling me. It takes some stones to come out and say something like that to a person like me. Seriously, thank you bud. Maybe answer me one thing? How many freaking wrestling matches have you fought bud? What has your illustrious career looked like so far
Crew member: I'm not a wrestler.
Ciampa: Speak up, I didn't catch that. Actually gimme a sec. Can we...
Ciampa stands and takes a few steps across the gym towards a man in his late 20s. The guy has multiple facial piercings and tattoos and is sporting a classic Guns N Roses tee.
Ciampa: What you say bud?
Crew member: I'm not a wrestler
Ciampa: You don't say. Who are you?
Crew member: Names Jacob Evans. I'm a media studies graduate. This is gonna be my breakout piece.
Ciampa: Is it? Breakout piece? You think you're gonna make it big doing a spotlight on Tomasso Ciampa?
Jacob: Well, no. They told me it was with an EBWF star, I was hoping...
Ciampa: You was hoping what? For someone else. Who? Joe? Roman? Enzo? Havoc? Come on tell me.. Who do you imagine would make a better subject than Tomasso Ciampa? Braun? PJ?
With each name Ciampa becomes increasingly angry. The emotion spreading from a quivering lip to full face scowl.
Ciampa: TELL ME. Now! Make it freaking good or I might just preview my match with Sydal on your little twig arm.
Ciampa moves to grab Jacob's arm. Jacob responds quickly, the panic causing his voice to break like a teenager
Jacob: Sasha. Okay, Sasha Banks. I was hoping and praying this was going to be a focus on Sasha Banks
Ciampa: Jakey, Jakey, Jakey. You little pervert! Know how close you were to getting your arm ripped from its socket?
Ciampa reaches out a hand to Jacob to show that all is well. Jacob takes it and the two bump chests. On the release Ciampa throws a forearm into Jacob's jaw knocking him over & seemingly knocking him out. Ciampa leans over the downed Jacob and grabs his face
Ciampa: You are the problem! People like you. Stop objectifying women you asshole. And stop criticising me for something you know jack all about. I am a wrestler bud. I don't tell you how to direct or do your media crap, do I?
Ciampa returns to a standing position
Ciampa: Camera front and centre bud. I need to get this in the can you can film me getting my gym on for an artsy shot.
Ciampa shakes his head as he returns to the weight bench.
Ciampa: Dammit Jakey. Why did you make me so mad? That was unnecessary violence. An outburst. How's about this. As compensation- use that in your effing trailer for this docu-crap. Anyways, Matt Sydal.... what can I say that hasn't already been said? You bore me bud. I am going to do the entire roster a favour and send you packing. Matt, if you're a good boy and do the right thing you might regain the use of your arm one day. You'll never wrestle again but with, I dunno, 2 years of intense physiotherapy you may be able to hold a pen. Sydal, do the right thing bud. TAP. TAP. TAP.
Ciampa stops speaking and begins to lift. After a few reps the scene fades
Breaking Matt
Breaking Matt
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