Tim Lehrbach wrote:BK_2020 wrote:Milwaukee say no.
Don Corleone could make an offer people couldn't refuse because they knew he'd kill them or destroy their careers. The best Presti can do is dangle some picks.
"Real nice franchise you got there... be a shame if something happened to it."
A man drives up in a mobster car... The engine turns off, the door opens, and he steps out with a 3-piece suit, wingtip shoes, a tommy gun, and a fat cuban cigar with smoke idly drifting upwards. A glint in his eyes as Giannis steps out of the bar right as the car stops.
"'Ey You."
Giannis looks up, "Me? Whoa, man I don't want any trouble."
"Yea, you. There's not gonna be no trouble, except for the rest of the NBA."
Presti notices Giannis' apprehension about the gun. "Oh, this ole thing!" Presti pats it lovingly. "Don't worry, champ, this is only loaded with picks."
Giannis nods, "Who are you?"
"Me? I'm known as Sammy, now, leave everything behind, and just get in the cahr."
Giannis then looks behind him... behind him, in the bar, he sees Bobby Portis and Brook Lopez playing darts. They are happy. There's Dame doing shots with Khris, Dame's looking at the clock, seeing if it's time yet. Giannis sees Doc, grinning a huge grin as he has finishes his third beer, and he sees Doc order one more...
Finally, Giannis looks back at the strange man in the film-noir scene. Three more figures step out from the shadows, SGA, Jdub, and Long Legs.
Lightning flashes across the sky from a Larry shaped cloud.
"Join us, Giannis." they echo in unison, as thunder rolls across the dimly lit street. Giannis. Giannis. Giannis... Giannis....
"Get in the car, Freak." Presti hands Giannis the keys [to the franchise] and walks into the bar, turning back with a grin, "I'm gonna make 'em an offer they can't refuse. Dub, where's yous at ? it's yer lucky day, you're up."