AN ITALIAN RESTAURANT IN FEDERAL HILL - PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISLANDThe camera enters through the door of a classically tiny Italian restaurant. Weaving through the crowded maze of semi-rambunctious patrons, the kitchen door swings open as a server smoothly bobs past. The kitchen is loud. Lively. But homey. Like an excited family dinner table. Exiting out the back door of the kitchen, the camera spies Ezio DeLuca sitting on a small bench on the back side of the restaurant.
“Legacy. What does a legacy mean really? I mean, usually when you talk about a person’s legacy, it means they’re already gone. Dead. Just a memory. So what use is there worrying about a legacy when you can’t even control the narrative during the time it matters most? I’ll tell you why.
The sense of carrying on a tradition that has lived many lives before you and, hopefully, will also long outlive you. It’s powerful. Sometimes overwhelming.”
Ezio reaches back and knocks on the brick restaurant building behind him.
“This place is part of my legacy. We were one of the first families over. The 20th century had barely blinked its eyes when we got here. And here we are today. Still working hard. Strong a unit as the brick itself.
I think my first EAW opponent knows a little something about legacy. Or maybe she doesn’t. It’s hard to tell sometimes what Serena Riot knows or thinks. Daughter of “The Prophecy” Nick Riot. I know she’s inherited a ton of skill. The natural ability is clear based on how she performs in the ring. But what about her head?”
Ezio stands up and walks towards the back door to the kitchen.
“I gotta admit. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more unstable person in the ring. When she’s focused, it can be thrilling to watch. When she’s out of control, it’s definitely something that’s hard to describe. Animalistic. Predatory. Like she’s without a conscience or soul.
But regardless of her combination of obvious skill and mental instability, It’s clear she is underestimating me. And there’s no bigger mistake she could make. But hey, who am I to say, right? I just got here after all.”
Ezio opens the door and steps one foot inside.
“Keep thinking what you want to, Serena. That I’m just some washed up pro football wannabe that is settling for a side career in...what did you call it?...’rasslin? The more you internalize that old, trite narrative, the more dangerous I become.
The Prince is here now. In the EAW. On Voltage. And he knows what it takes to influence a kingdom.”