'Time In The Jailhouse'
Hours after the incident at the cafe and the report on the internet about TNT wrestler Nicky Mills being arrested, we fade into the local Columbus, Ohio country downtown police station known as the 'Columbus City Police Department, a rather small building because of the fact that the state is rather small and not really a major state for businesses and tourists. The building is packed with local police officers filling in reports, walking around ready on duty, or putting people inside custody.
Doesn't it look like a typical police station, full of junkies, alcoholics, crazy and much more many people either pursuing a complaint or coming to talk to an officer, or being released. It's a police station. But in the custody reception, Nicky Mills and Travis Williams, also known as codename 'Smith', are being booked into custody. The room has been rather modernized and the entire place has been recently refurbished. The seats are full of other people having the same treatment, but Mills and Williams seem to be being disruptive and are just making the police's lives hell while they are there.
Nicky Mills: Goddamn, this place smells like a butchers. Full of fat ugly meat like you guys. Seriously, you ever considered washing?
We look at the two officers who arrested the two men at the Columbis, Ohio cafe. They seem to be getting weary of the men's attitude towards them. Travis is singing loudly so that the entire station can hear, but it is rather out of tune and the lyrics are stupid. It's more of a song to wind up the police there.
Travis Williams: I'm a juuunkie...Ohh yes I'm a junkie BABY...Oooooh yeaaaaah...I smoke crack...Yeeeeeah I smoke crack...Oh honey HONEY...I smoke marijuana!
Rip it baby, rip it...
Travis then does the one thing that he has been forbidden to do. It's a sin to do something when you are not very good at it, and he is about to break this rule. Rest the souls for people who are about to hear Travis try a rap song to piss off the police. Yes, and for the benifit of all here, the name 'Domic Huelty' is being used, as 'Travis Williams' is meant to be dead and buried. So basically, it's his fake name in the world.
Okay, homies. Yo yo...It's D to the H, folks...Up in this mother fucking hood, baby...Because I'm the REAL SLIM SHADY. Stand up? Nigga, whassup. Cussin like you a ho, so what the fuck are you lookin at me fo? Biatch, I'll slap your trap like a goddamn crap rap. Yeeeeeah nigga...UP IN THE HOOD, NIGGA! Yeeeeeeah, I...
Dominic?
Homie, I'm in the middle of my rap. You killin ma flow, dawg.
Stop. Please. Stop. For the love of god in all that's good, please don't rap. Your worse than Cortez Prodigy.
WHAT?!
Your THAT bad, man. You ever heard of silence?
And now the situation is starting to heat up, with both men handcuffed shouting at each other in the middle of a busy custody battle. The police drag both men away and 'Travis' is brought up to the custody desk, a small old grey haired man is booking everybody into the cells and interview rooms. The arresting officer who arrested Travis approaches the table, and completely towers over the custody sergeant, the officer, and the table itself.
Officer #1: I arrested this one along with the other guy over there for criminal damage, assault and threatening behaviour.
You want to see threatening, little man?
Custody Sergeant: Okay, I'll take them both. Name?
Dominic Huerty.
Right. Age?
Twenty five.
The old man enters this information into a computer and then looks up at the tall man.
Okay. Do you have any physical disabilities?
Hm, I have turrets syndrome, OINKERS! PIGGY! FUCK OFF! Oh, and have a load of STD's and I think I have AIDS from that goddamn bitch I kept sleeping with down the street. She always wanted me to go unprotected, and I always wondered why. I guess she's one of them evil conniving bitches who wants to infect everyone.
Get serious, buddy.
Listen, little man, don't be giving me orders. I'll crush you like a twig. Or er...something worse. Whatever sounds more threatening.
I'll take that as a no then.
Typing away at the computer, Mills begins to laugh at 'Dominic', who snarls at him in response but is told to face the desk.
Do you have any mental disabilities?
Voices tell me what to do.
Be serious, will you?
Okay, no. I am not a mental psychopath intent on death, unlike him over there. He's got a few problems up and down there, if you know what I mean.
He points over to Nicky Mills, who then smiles and laughs, then responds.
I'll tell your mother you've been a bad boy while I'm nailing her.
Okay you two, break up the party. We haven't got all day.
Finally, do you have any medication?
Hm, I take a shit load of drugs. Crack, marijuana, you know. Shit like that. It keeps me from having outbursts that could harm other people.
Ugh, stick this guy in and throw away the key, will you?
Are you threatening me, sir?
What?
Shut up and get on with it.
The custody sergeant takes a moment to key in all the information before then asking the officer to fill out a form. After a minute or so of this, the officer gives it to the sergeant who then begins to speak.
Stick him in cell four. Oh wait, empty his pockets.
Have fun getting ass raped by your piggy, Dominic.
I swear to god, your going to get your ass kicked as soon as we get out out of here.
Oh, check his pockets. He just happens to chase the magic dragon a lot, you know. A very very VERY weird person when he's on the go with that powder.
Travis' arresting officer begins to rummel through his pockets and begins taking out items. But one of them happens to be a bag of white powder. The officers stare in awe as one of them puts his finger in it and tastes it. He smiles at the officers and Travis turns to Mills with anger.
This isn't mine.
He then realizes Nicky has pulled a bad prank on him.
You son of a bitch...
Well my mother wasn't a bitch. Yours is though.
And then everything kicks off, as the gigantic man runs towards Mills but is restrained by a gang of police officers. The scene fades to black with Mills' laughter and Travis being dragged to his custody cell.
Wait...what? She dropped the charge?
Travis Williams, known to the police now as 'Domic Huelty' is being spoken to in an interview room by 'The Baron', who is now identified but you still can't know who he is. I mean, that would be kind of spoiling it, so, you don't get to know who he really is.
'The Baron': Yeah. After I went to her house, apologized, and basically gave her some money, she seemed to be okay about dropping the charges. And the cafe has dropped it's charges of criminal damage because I paid them a damn lot of money. But the 'threatening behaviour' charge is kind of hard to get rid of.
Cop's aint corrupt?
This is Ohio. Nobody's corrupt.
Your just saying that, aren't you?
Well, your damn lucky that you aint getting charged for it. But for your own good, and just because Mills needs to calm down and get to realism, I asked them to keep you in their local jail.
Travis freezes and stares at the man who brought him back to the world itself and introduced him to 'The Outlaw' after his long time away from running from the government.
Keeping me? Jail? What the fuck?
They will drop all of the charges if you guys spend two days in their local jail.
Two days? In a jail where gangster niggers and gay shower guys reign?
Um, I dont know. I have no idea the jail they could put you in. But two days should set you straight never to try that shit again.
Um, well why Mills?
He can have the knowledge never to threaten the police.
Right.
And anyway, you two will enjoy it. Chill out, learn some authority, and then go out and learn to next time not to cause a scene.
Come on, man. You have to be crazy.
'The Baron' leans back and smiles before answering Travis.
Crazy is what YOU did yesterday at the cafe. Your lucky I showed up at the right time. Now, just relax and enjoy jail.
That's easy for you to say.
Your being transported out in an hour, so you had better be ready. Anyway, I have to run. See you later...jail bait.
The mystery man laughs and Travis screams in fury as 'The Baron' makes his way out of the room and the police officers enter the room and lead the gigantic seven foot man back to his custody cell as the scene fades to black, with the realization that Nicky Mills and Travis Williams are about to have two days of the worst time of their entire lives. Can they survive the gangster thugs and the 'shower' guys? Find out... on the next page.