Cash: Shall we say a family prayer?
[The camera shows Cassius Corleone - dressed in a white suit - seated at the end of a beautifully-crafted dinner table in the dining room of the Corleone Mansion as his wife, Sakura - dressed in a white dress with pink flowery designs and a neck brace on - is seated next to him, holding Cassius’ hand. Seated next to Sakura is their infant daughter, Hurricane. The family holds hands as they pray.]
Cash: Dear lord, we thank you for this food that we’re about to eat that we ourselves and only ourselves have provided through our hard work. We know that there are many people throughout the world that do not get to eat food of this quality, nor of this quantity. In fact, there’s many who starve every night. Many who don’t even have a home and roam the streets on an empty stomach with nothing to live for. Lord, we thank you for helping us win the genetic lottery that got us such a sweet ass set up to never have to worry about living like that and instead being able to focus on simply being successful and the best at everything that we do. Amen.
Sakura: Amen! Such a beautiful prayer, my Cassius. I could tell it even brought tears to Hurricane’s eyes. I mean, she’s usually always crying about something, but I know it was definitely because of how great you are at saying grace.
Cash: Thank you, my Cherry Blossom. Shall we eat?
Sakura: Meh. I’m honestly not that hungry.
Cash: Yeah, me neither. Hey, Cedric! CEDRIC! Get your ass in here! Come on, shake a fuckin’ leg!
[A man who looks to be in his 30’s dressed in a suit as a Servant for the Corleone Family walks in quickly.]
Cedric: Yes, Mr. Corleone.
Cash: We’re not very hungry. Go ahead and throw this out.
Cedric: Right away, Mr. Corleone.
[Cedric picks up the plates and rushes off with the untouched food as an annoyed Cassius looks on.]
Sakura: That was a lovely dinner, my Cassius. We’re so fortunate to have such a beautiful and talented family. It almost makes me wonder if that little bitch Violet Snow has ever experienced such a thing. There’s no chance of that, right?
Cash: Of course not. Have you SEEN her? You don’t become a fucking freak like that by ever having any ounce of good come to your life. I don’t know what she’s gone through, and honestly I couldn’t give a shit what she’s gone through, but I know for a fact she’s never experienced love or kindness or honesty for that matter. I’m sure she thinks she’s made some new little friends with her group she’s a part of, but let’s be honest here… She’s nothing but a mascot. Hell, nothing but insurance even. A group looks a lot more tough when you’ve got a psychopath like her backing you up. That’s all she is to them. And that’s all she’ll ever be to anyone. I bet you the only thing keeping her from going postal and shooting up the place and becoming a serial killer - if she isn’t one already - is her “bestie” Steph Matsuda and The World’s Finest. Acting like they’re some great big family now--
Sakura: Ugh. Family… That mutt came from gutter trash, and that’s the only family she’s ever known. Maybe she could have been a decent servant to us if she had played her cards right. I thought for sure we made her incapable of making decisions on her own when we lobotomized her on the cement at King of the World.
Cash: Exactly. She’s not one of them and she never will be - there’s no family ties. They’re all a bunch of misfit toys banded together to soak up each other’s aura of failure. In fact, that’s exactly what her little personalities are, aren’t they?
Sakura: Goodness, don’t get me started on that…
Cash: No, no - I gotta say something about it, cause last Chapter I had to take on - what was it… Violent? Is that the one? I had to fight her precious Violent, and what happened? She lost. They all lose, and that’s what brings them together. Not just her personalities, but her World’s Finest buddies too. They’re all a bunch of fucking losers that don’t know when to give up and quit, and I’d have a hell of a lot more respect for them if they did. I’m almost certain Violet is only allowed to be in Wrestleworld as some big fucked up experiment by Jaywalker himself to see what someone as screwed up as her can do in an environment like this. Well I’m gonna go tell Jaywalker myself that it’s gonna end one way and one fucking way only, and that’s by this bitch Violet leaving as a cripple or as a corpse.
[Sakura’s eyes light up as she grins.]
Sakura: Ohhh, I love it when you talk like that, Cassius.
Cash: This place… This Wrestleworld shitshow island that Jaywalker’s created - it’s got no order. And usually that’s what I’m all about, but it means a lot of things. It means that while a justified group like The Underworld can thrive… That freaks like Violet can show up and do as they damn well please. No, that’s not how it goes. People go around claiming The Underworld have BROUGHT chaos to this place? Hell no. We’ve brought order, because we’ve gone out of our way to punish the people that have done nothing but wrong here before we came along. The people who have disrespected us. The people who have gone on too long thinking this place is theirs for the taking. But there is NO offender greater than Violet Snow. She spat in the face of a once in a lifetime offer from Claudia Michaels and then attempted to taint a contest for the American Dream Championship. And these people look at us funny like we did something wrong when we shut that down and put her nearly in a coma for it. What we did was justice, but that’s alright cause I don’t expect any little fucking idiot to understand that we were well within our rights to maim her and punish her for what she did. She got off light considering she was still able to function like a normal human being afterwards… But then…
[Cassius looks at the neck brace Sakura is wearing as Sakura pretends to act hurt while touching it.]
Cash: And then she made the fatal mistake of putting her hands on you. When she did that, Violet didn’t just give herself a death sentence. No, no, no… She gave her whole fucking crew a death sentence. And The Underworld - we don’t do death sentences like pussies. We aren’t gonna end it quickly or peacefully. There isn’t gonna be a lethal injection or an electric chair to take you out fast or pain-free. Fuck that. FUCK THAT. Violet Snow… She deserves worse than she ever got to make her into the broken piece of trash that she is today. I don’t know what happened to her, but I promise, what I do to her, Sakura… It’s gonna be so much worse. She’s probably training right now. Her and all her personalities and all her World’s Finest friends are probably training for the fights of their lives right now. They don’t know what’s coming. That no amount of training is gonna save their asses. I was willing to hire two people outside of The Underworld to help me take care of business, and they aren’t any slouches. They’re two people willing to do whatever the fuck it takes to win, even if it means putting two skinny little bitches or an old man through an Oak Table. Drago Santiago and Jay Jones aren’t just competitors - they’re executioners helping me put down these pieces of shit. Hana Nakajima and Reno Dumont don’t know what they got themselves into by stepping into this match to help Violet. They don’t know how badly they just fucked up. Cause what I’ve done so far - that’s nothing compared to what’s to come. I’ve beaten and I’ve tortured and I’ve humiliated Violet in so many different ways… And it’s still not enough, Sakura. She deserves so much worse… SO MUCH WORSE! She deserves to live every day in agony - and I want that. I want every single fucking person in her head to feel the same amount of pain coursing through their bodies along with her. I want all of The World’s Finest to feel it. I want everyone to feel it.
[Cassius gets up from the table.]
Cash: Cedric! Cedric, get in here, I need you for something.
[Cedric rushes back into the dining room as Sakura gets up and picks up Hurricane before stepping back. Cassius takes off his jacket and loosens his shirt.]
Cedric: Yes, Mr. Corleone? What do you need?
Cash: An example.
Cedric: Sir?
Cash: See, a lot of people have been pestering me, Cedric. They’ve been questioning me ever since the last show. Asking me why on earth I’d pick a stipulation like an “Oak Table Match” if I’m trying to end Violet and her friends.
Cedric: … I don’t think I follow, Mr. Corleone.
[Cassius grabs Cedric’s head and slams it hard onto the top of the dining room table. Cedric nearly drops to the ground, but Cash holds his head against the table.]
Cash: Take a guess what kind of table this is, Cedric. That’s an Oak fucking Table, isn’t it? I know because I specifically asked for one in case I needed to put on a show along with dinner tonight. Looks like you’ll be my special volunteer.
[Cassius slams Cedric’s skull into the Oak Table repeatedly before tossing him on top of it as Sakura cheers him on with Hurricane in her arms.]
Cash: A lot of people have doubted me for this, but I find something beautiful about this kind of match. Because it’s not about just putting an opponent through something. It’s so much more than that. It’s about punishment. It’s about torture! So I can take Violet’s little body…
[Cassius pulls Cedric off the table, scoops him up, and slams him hard onto the Table.]
Cash: And I can slam it onto that fucking Table again, and again, and again, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN! As many times as I please! I can throw her onto it! Slam her onto it! Throw her into it! And it’ll never break! Her little body will never be strong enough to go through it, so I can keep going all night! Drago, Jay, and myself are going to have the time of our lives - taking our time to watch as Violet and Reno and Hana all get to feel just how fucking painful this is! Wishing with every impact that they would just go through it! That it would just end!
[Cassius climbs up onto the table; stomping away at Cedric before placing a foot against Cedric’s skull and pressing it against the surface of the Oak Table.]
Cash: But it won’t end. Not until I say so. Even when the match is over and I’ve won yet again… It doesn’t end there. Every single time Violet convinces herself it’s a good idea to get up again for her own sake or the sake of her personalities or the sake of her friends or whoever the fuck… Every time she gets up, I’m gonna hurt her beyond belief, and knock her down again. And I hope she keeps getting back up. Because I wanna keep going until I break her. Not just a Table.
[Cassius hops off the Table as Sakura clings to his side with Hurricane still in her arms.]
Sakura: That was beautiful, my Cassius! What a show! Let’s go watch the clip of you putting Violet through the Table again! That’s Hurricane’s favorite!
Cash: Of course, my Cherry Blossom.
[Cassius and Sakura walk off - Sakura pulling off her neck brace and tossing it over to a moaning Cedric on the Table as he writhes in pain while the camera fades to black.]
Sat Dec 03, 2022 4:36 pm by 
Subject: Dinner And A Show 
