>>17324751Scene takes place in a dimly lit locker room after hours at an NJCW event. The show is over, the fans are gone, and most of the wrestlers have left. Only Tony Soprano, Silvio Dante, Paulie Walnuts, and "Big Pussy" Bompensiero remain. The air is heavy with unspoken tension. A duffel bag, partially unzipped, sits on a bench—inside, the NJCW Heavyweight Title glints under the fluorescent lights.
Locker Room – Late Night
(Pussy sits on a bench, unwrapping the tape from his wrists. He looks uneasy, avoiding eye contact with the others. Tony leans against a row of lockers, arms crossed. Silvio stands by the door, keeping watch. Paulie adjusts his wrist tape, cracking his knuckles.)
Tony Soprano:
"So, uh… We heard some things, Puss."
Big Pussy Bompensiero: (forcing a chuckle, shaking his head)
"What kinda things?"
Paulie Walnuts: (mockingly)
"Oh, I dunno… Maybe that you been takin’ meetings with those scumbags over at Tri-State Wrestling. Maybe that you was plannin’ on showin’ up on their TV with our fuckin’ belt."
(Pussy stiffens, his eyes darting toward the duffel bag. Tony follows his gaze.)
Tony: (softly, shaking his head)
"Jesus, Puss. You was gonna do us like that? Like Alundra Blayze? After all we done for you?"
Big Pussy: (voice cracking)
"T, it ain’t like that! Look, man, I was gonna drop the belt, do business the right way. But you gotta understand—they’re offerin’ me real money. I got bills, I got family, and let’s be honest, NJCW? We ain't sellin' out no fuckin’ arenas no more."
Silvio Dante: (grimacing)
"You don’t take our title over to another fuckin’ promotion. That’s day one shit, Puss. You know better than that."
(Pussy wipes his face, looking down. He knows there's no way out.)
Tony: (sighing, stepping forward)
"You was one of us, Puss. We bled together. We built this place together. But now? You’re a liability. And you know what happens to liabilities in this business."
