The Street Fight: Part III

Calm Before The Storm

The scene opens quickly as The Hollywood Icon and the Wresting Legend, 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills', is sitting in front of a camera, and it looks to be a straight up wrestling promo, as the screen is completely black, except for a spotlight resting on Nicky Mills. His black sunglasses shine and reflect the light, as he begins to speak.

Nicky Mills: Jimmy Vetalo. Have you not got any sense? I mean, have you got a brain cell in that small little brain of yours, or is there nothing in there? What I just witnessed coming from you was some of the most incorrect statements I have ever heard. To be honest, I don't know how you can be a World champion when you take up air time just droning on and on. So I'll make this as quick as I can.

First of all, Five-nil? Five-nil? Jesus Christ. Are you also counting any matches that we've also been in together? The Eurasian triple threat? All of that stuff. Okay. So let's be correct here. When we face off one on one, how many times have you beaten me? That's right, twice. One in UwA, as Triple X, but that was ONLY because of interference from Minds Eye. So don't get your hopes up about that one. Second was in TnT. Okay Jimmy, I got beat that night. But it was a stroke of luck, period! But you won, so fine. I'll hold my hands up and say you cleanly beat me. Which you did, Vetalo. Never again, however, will you beat me again. And I can understand your anger at me, man. You swear and swear, trying to make yourself sound macho. Hey, I'm being calm here. I can see your anger right through you, man.

What is there to be angry about? Your supposed to me the owner of TnT Wrestling. Your the World Heavyweight Champion of TnT. So why are you whining like a schoolgirl about me? Why take up precious air time you could be using to build up your match, when your using it against me? If I am indeed, such a 'joke', then why cant you shut up about me and move on? I know why. Because I'm better than you. Okay, and I don't mean statistics or anything like that. I mean inside that ring. Not wins, not loses, or anything like that. In that very ring little man, who is the best? Me. Why? Because what it comes down to Jimmy, is wrestling. And something you know absolutely nothing about. Do you even know what a 'wristlock' means? Or do you confuse it with 'wristwatch'?

So let's break down your promo here, after trying to stay awake at you proving to be better than me. Oh, and by the way, Manchester United is from...Manchester. Their stadium is in Manchester, not London. Shows how much you know. But anyway, let's get back to the real subject. Me. Apparently, I suck, I'm not the best technical wrestler because I get beaten, apparently, a lot, and I'm a racist? Where the hell did you even get that footage? Anyway, I was stoned. Hell, I cant remember what I say when I was stoned. Shows what happens when I smoke Jeremy's shit, huh? It's called having fun, which you don't seem to be having.

But your sitting there like an angry little man spouting off about me like there is no tomorrow. Jimmy, calm down for a second, and listen to me. When I said you know how to 'twist for title shots', I meant before you were champion. I even used it in the past tense. Oh no Vetalo, you got wrong there. Actually, your entire wrestling promo is wrong. Just because your cameo in the Longest Yard went down like a fart in church doesn't mean that you have to tell me that my movies suck. They don't. Cinematic evidence proves Jimmy, that my movies were the most successful in 2004. Box office ratings got smashed, it made lots of money, and I'm a richer man in the process. Your the owner of TnT, so you don't need to prove yourself to me, right?

Wrong. You feel threatened by me. You'll probably put me in a match next week against you and you'll talk the same trash and whine the same whines and everything you think your going to do to me. You see, what it all comes down to in wrestling is talent. If you have no means of talent, you don't belong in wrestling. And bingo, you don't have any talent whatsoever. When was the last time you had a decent match? Wait, you mean there's no decent Vetalo match? That he's the equivalent of Brutus Beefcake when it comes to wrestling? Here's what happened when I visited a New York mall, and just tried to prove my point.

The scene opens at a busy New York mall and where people are going about their daily business. Inside a HMV media shop however, is 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills himself, wearing normal street clothes who is looking at the 'Wrestling Section' of VHS and DVD's. He looks at the TnT section, and flicks through their selection. He picks one out, and it reads 'The Best Of Nicky Mills'. He turns it over to the back, and it's a three DVD set, with many matches that are, well, the best.

Hey! They forgot to put that Vetalo match on. Oh wait I forgot, he sucked.

He keeps flicking through the DVD section, and doesnt find what he is looking for, so he approaches the counter. The woman on the counter, sporting good looks, long blonde hair which reaches her shoulder, and ocean blue eyes, looks shocked as she looks for words to say, while Mills approaches. Some customers turn to look as they see the popular wrestler lean on the counter.

HMV Woman Worker: Wow! Are you Nicky Mills?

Yeah. That's me, alright.

Wow, my boyfriend and I are such huge fans of yours. I think your great...

Thanks. Listen, I have a question.

How can I help?

Do you have a 'Best Of Jimmy Vetalo' or 'Best Of High Rollers' or anything of those guys?

The woman looks horrified when Nicky says this, and he laughs.

Research purposes, lady. Trust me.

Okay. We do not have any in the shelves.

Do you have it anywhere at all?

I'll check for you on the computer.

The woman then begins to operate the computer behind the desk and she takes a few moments. She shakes her head and returns from the computer to Nicky, and begins to speak.

There is no such product, sir. And according to the website, it doesn't even exist. There's a Jeremy Cundiff DVD which we have in stock, a Nic Totopolous DVD, a Jonny Fly DVD, and some others, but there is no DVD nor VHS of that kind.

What? You mean to say...there is no DVD or VHS that has the 'best of Jimmy Vetalo' matches, nor the 'best of Rollin Thunder', or anything like that which contains best matches of those guys?

None at all.

Mills begins to laugh and gives a thumbs up to the camera as the scene fades back to the Mills promo, who now has a giant grin on his face.

Vetalo, how wrong you were. There isn't a DVD to show your greatest matches, or wins, or anything like that. Hell, not even about Thunder. Apparently, the Dynasty's DVD's sell out the fastest, and they always have to restock. Shows how much TnT really did care about you, that your matches were so craptastic, and that your match against Thunder was one of the worst pieces of wrestling shown on television. It looked more like one of Jeremy's porno videos, not that I would know. See, fact is Jimmy, you really aren't a very good wrestler. So let's take a history lesson here.

In the UwA, you were Triple X, and you wanted to have a World title shot. So you got put into matches where you had to win them all. Your first opponent was Mirror, and he was thought to have perished in a car accident. So you got a bye on that. Then it was against me, our very first match against each other. The start of a beautiful hatred, but it didn't look good for you. Then that freak Minds Eye came out of nowhere and beat the shit out of me and you got the cover. Not very clean, huh? Your third match was against the Homosexual Shepard himself, and what happened? I WON YOU THE MATCH! Yeah. It was me smashing the sledgehammer over his back that got the referee to disqualify you, but you still qualified for the match against Nikolas Globe. So you got a World title shot. Now HOW exactly did you win that? Wait, you didn't win! You actually lost, but thanks to you kissing Drivlaine's ass, you won. You moaned and whined, and according to you, he 'made the right decision', if I recall a few months back when I took you up on that subject. Hm, so your first title reign isn't remembered by anybody, and that you didn't even win it properly, you complained for the belt?

Jimmy, that doesn't look too good for you, does it? Then comes your actual title reigns in TnT. Who did you beat again? I cant remember. You'll have to refresh my memory. So your latest title win came after beating your 'buddy' Rollin Thunder. What a win that was. But you pinned Thunder, not Fly, and not Harrington. So because you weren't taken seriously by anybody on the roster except Tim and Kraig. Well, not even Tim. Because of that, when Fly sold the company, you snapped it up. Well done. You made sure some good businessmen didn't get any chance, and you had Marcel 'hand' the company over to you, when Marcel was a complete and utter monkey doing a mans jobs.

Let's sum up your career. A World title due to complaining. A company which you now own, and nobody even respecting you. Mike Wilson actually being a better WRESTLER than you, so you have to talk about him being a paedophile and such to drown his credibility. That didn't work too well, did it? The audience kind of told you to 'fuck' off there, and you didn't take that too nicely, did you? And how MANY times do I have to tell you. Stop trying to tell people it was MY fault Thunder was fired! Look, just because you two cant wrestle a lick, yet have oversized ego's , doesn't mean you can blame someone like myself, the best technical wrestler in TnT and possibly the wrestling business, about getting someone fired.

And about UwA. It's actually beat you guys in the ratings. I mean, I get more money than what I paid for. It's called 'profit', something you don't know, because you bought TnT for an ego stroking, and for you to waltz around telling everyone your the man, and everyone should respect the fearsome Jimmy Vetalo, a man who spends more time droning on than actually getting in the ring. Let's cap this off, then? My movies do better than your stupid cameo. I'm a richer man than you. I have more fun than you. I'm a better businessman than you. I'm a better wrestler than you, and I mean IN THE RING, not stupid statistics. I'm a better actor than you, and most finally, I'm a better entertainer than you. Fact is, I'm just so better than you. Your a bitter jealous man, and you cant stand the fact nobody respects you around here. Oh, don't compare me to Bret, of all people. He's actually a better wrestler than you, but his charisma sucked, while mine is just ohsogreat. How am I supposed to be Bret either? I'm a better wrestler, a better entertainer, and most of all, just better than him overall.

Just because you cant talk properly, you have to swear to be noticed, and you aren't a very good wrestler. No wait, your the worst wrestler inside the ring throughout 2004, and now, looking through 2005. If you want a match against me, just make it. No more talking, Vetalo, let's just WRESTLE and see who is the better man, shall we?  Now if you excuse me Jimmy, I mean Triple H,  I've got better things on my mind to talk about right now, and the guy's name happens to be none other than Billy Dee. We are just hours away from Madison Square Gardens, one of THE most anticipated matches on that card. It's going to be none other than a street fight, no rules, nothing but sheer hell for you. Granted, you got me bad at the last PPV, and just two weeks ago, but I have your number. I've had it ever since this match was announced. And I have two words for you...

The End...

Because I'm going to open you up and let the crowd see your insides. You cant beat me, Billy! I am just unbeatable! I am the greater man, and you are nothing but a pin in my ass. So let me tell you that when your beaten down and humiliated, dont let it come as a giant surprise to you. I cant wait to slam that chair down on your skull and let you bleed like a stuck pig. Face it, no matter what that Voice says, you really don't stand a chance unless you have help. But I cant see them trying to help out, due to the fact they'll be so horrified at your downfall occurring they'll run for cover. Sorry, but this time, it's not going to work out. The Godfather of Professional Wrestling says so! The Voice of Wrestling commands you!

Sorry, I got carried away there by mocking Dee. Fact is, your career is done by tomorrow night, because I'll make sure you have a thousand scars to show the beating you sustained at my hands. Bye Dee...say goodbye to everybody before I just plain beat you within an inch of your life. January Damnation. 2005. The night of revenge, and the night that good conquers.

Yeah...I'm supposed to be the good guy now.

Nicky grins and gives a thumbs up for the camera, and then turns and walks away, as the scene slowly fades to black.