The Final Resolution: Hell In The Cell

Part III: Playing The Devils Game

TnT December Nuclear Winter Pay Per View

December 29th, 2004

Mosh by Eminem hits the speakers. Nicky Mills appears from behind the curtain and out on to the stage. He the proceeds to walk down the ramp and in to the ring. He stands on the middle of the ring waiting.

KK: Nicky Mills is getting ready for his huge match tonight against Billy Dee. The last time we saw him he disappeared, and that mysterious voice was there.

TD: That’s right Kraig. We haven’t heard from him since. I don’t even know if he’ll arrive here tonight.

KK: I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

Nicky Mills continues to wait in the ring as the crowd stirs. Mills is clearly becoming a little restless as his music stops. He walks over to the side of the ring and reaches out demanding a microphone. He is handed one quickly and he walks back to the middle of the ring.

Nicky Mills: This is where I start to wonder what could have happened to Billy Dee? But that wonder only lasts a few seconds as I realize why he is not here. It is no surprise to me that’s he’s not here, and why would he be hear? I mean he has a match against the legendary Nicky Mills. It’s simple, Billy Dee is scared. He is scared of Nicky Mills. He’s scared of the beating he is going to receive, he’s scared of being embarrassed, he is just plain and simply scared. I don’t blame him. He knows he’s gotten himself in over his head this time, and there is no backing out. He’s just a rookie who doesn’t know yet. He had a realization...

Suddenly the lights go out. The crowd begins to stir even more. Then O Fortuna hits the speakers. The crowd begins to get even more anxious. Then there is a spotlight shining directly on to the stage. That same man in the white cloak is standing there with his head down, and once again the shadows covering his face. His long blonde hair his coming down the sides of his shoulders and chest. He is wearing a gold cross around his neck as he stands with his hands clasped together on the stage. Then that same familiar voice is heard as some people in the crowd begin to light their lighters.

Voice: Nicky Mills, it is time for you to make a choice. There are so many people in TNT Wrestling who are non-believers. They do not believe in the power above them, the power that controls them. They do not believe Mills. You are one of the strongest non-believers I have ever met. The conversion process will begin tonight Nicky, and it will begin with you. The Second Coming has finally realized his true destiny. He will help me lead TNT Wrestling to prosperity, one person at a time Nicky. It all begins tonight, and there is nothing you can do about it. The Second Coming, on December twenty fifth, was reborn. He was reborn to be the leader he always has been, and the leader he forever will be. The Lord, the Second Coming, and his disciples will help show you the way to true inner peace. What is your choice Mills? It should be an easy one.

Then a spotlight is on Nicky Mills in the centre of the ring.

There is no way in Hell that I’m going to join some crazy cult. Now get your ass down to the ring, and we’ll see...

Then Mills’ microphone cuts out.

If you are not going to join us Mills, then you are one of the many against us.

Then the lights flash on and there are four men standing in the ring with Nicky Mills. All of them are wearing brown cloaks, all with hoods covering their faces. Three of them are standing in front of him, and one is standing behind him. Mills drops his microphone and has a stunned look on his face.

Since you are not going to change your ways Mills, then we will change them for you. And we will use force if we must. The Lord has spoken.

Mills takes a couple of steps back and bumps in to the cloaked man behind him. He turns around suddenly. He winds up to throw a fist, when the other three men in the cloaks grab Mills’ arms and drags him down to his knees on the mat. Mills can’t go anywhere. The fourth cloaked man stands in front of him.

KK: What the hell is going on here. Mills is being held down and there is nothing he can do!

TD: I don’t know. Whoever these men are though, they are determined!

Then the fourth cloaked man flips the hood off of his head. He is revealed as Billy Dee!

TD: It’s Billy Dee! He must have been converted!

Billy Dee has a look of stone on his face as he looks straight down at Nicky Mills. Then the white cloaked man begins to walk down to the ring. Billy Dee then winds up and hits Mills hard in the face with his right fist. Mills’ head swings to the side from the impact. Mills continues to struggle to get away, but with no luck. The man with the white cloak gets the side of the ring and grabs a steel chair. Billy Dee winds up again and hits Mills in the face with another hard right hand. Dee shakes off his hand from the pain of the impact. Mills’ head bobbles down and hangs low as the three men continue to hold him up.

KK: Mills is getting the tar beaten out of him here! I can’t believe what I’m seeing!

The man in the white cloak climbs in to the ring with the chair, keeping his head down. He hands the chair to Billy Dee. The man in the white cloak keeping his head down looks straight at Nicky Mills. Mills lifts his head up and looks straight into the cloaked man’s eyes. He gets a look of realization on his face.

TD: Mills know who it is under the hood. The look on his face says it all!

Then quickly Dee winds up with the steel chair and nails Mills across the face with the steel! Mills falls to the mat. The blood begins to poor from his face as he lies there motionless. The three other men walk around to join Dee and the white cloaked man. Billy Dee drops the chair and looks down at Nicky Mills, keeping that stone face.

TD: Look at what this group of five has done here! Nicky Mills is a bloody mess, I can’t believe it!

KK: This is a group of dangerous men Tim, they are dangerous!

Then suddenly Jonny Fly runs out from the back toward the ring. He slides in to the ring and the lights go out once again. Then a few seconds later they turn back on, and Fly is in the ring kneeling next to Nicky Mills and a puddle of his blood in the ring.

TD: What a mess! I can’t believe it!

Then the paramedics come out from the back to get Mills and take him to the back.

KK: These five men are dangerous, and will do whatever they can to convert Nicky Mills to whatever it is they are promoting.

From a little bitter rivalry, the master versus the rookie, just mere business. I was trying to teach the kid a lesson.

To something definatly more than personal. It's become a definite hatred between me and Billy Dee. His religious cult however, are the ones egging him on to go and take it more further. Billy Dee is just a sheep but is the sheep that is trying to take down the wolf himself. Attacks, assaults, mind games, everything they can to try take me down, or make me join their stupid religious cult. Nicky Mills? Religious? You couldn't put them in the same sentence.

Dee has a dream, to have me in his cult. So that they could convert others with the help of the most vicious and egoistical bastard to live since Adolf Hitler. Nicky Mills is the most cold hearted person there was, and also a very dangerous man. The man responsible for wiping out an entire Mafia family known as the Lunacchio's because they murdered my brother. Then killing two CIA agents Donald Malone and Craig Patterson in the process, and I did this with then stable partner Jonny Fly, the King of New York Wars.

Two powerful icons against the Mafia. And we won! The other families did not want to avenge the Lunacchio's, because the family had been outcasts ever since their narcotics business went to hell. To cut a long story short, my oldest brother, Thomas Mills, had been a paedophile and also a drug smuggler. When I found out about this, I went to his house and shot him. Tom was still alive, but he had to escape the country because he knew I would finish the job. After that, the Lunacchio's were nothing. So they decided to try assassinate me, but I was tipped off. So after we slaughtered them all, that was supposed to be it.

But another problem came along, which sparked the 'Chinese Restaurant Massacre' in where the son of the murdered Don of the Lunacchio Family, Santonio Lunacchio, was so pissed off that he went to the Bamboo house, where I was eating, and shot everyone there except for me and Cundiff. We both escapes narrowingly with our lives. Santonio burned the place to the ground, but we were still alive, and as far as anyone was concerned, we hadn't been seen there.

Sonny was going around trying to have me killed, and then he was betrayed. I had him betrayed by his own bodyguards, and we dragged him to an abandoned warehouse where we hanged him until his dead was confirmed. Those cold merciful eyes staring back at me....was I really such a cold hearted bastard?

Yes. My entire family is dead. My mother was the last one to pass away when I finally reunited with her. My youngest brother, Mark, was killed in a wrestling ring by a jealous champion, and I spent seven years of my life in jail because I took revenge when the authorities gave up and said that because it happened in the sport and Mark had known the rules and regulations when he went into it, it was manslaughter.

He didnt even go to trial! What the fuck kind of justice was that, where a pig can make the rules of families and life? So I beat the poor bastard to death outside a nightclub, each shot with the iron bar was the anger that I felt against the injustice of the world itself. And they convicted me! They locked ME up, when there were majorities of rapists, paedophiles, and such that deserved to rot in jail.

I recently killed my oldest brother thanks to him trying to kill me and then my second oldest brother was dead because of the CIA. I took revenge, and it destroyed my whole family. My father tried to have me killed because he says I tore apart the family. But I didnt abandon someone in a time of their need. So he can rot in hell for all that I care.

I'm going to be the most powerful guy in the United States when this narcotics business takes off, and also a very rich one. Jimmy Vetalo is Al Capone, for fuck sakes. He thinks being the owner of TnT Wrestling and also rumours of him being a former hitman makes him the shits? He aint no Jonny Fly, and he wont EVER be a big timer. Al Capone flaunted his wealth but lost all political connections and nobody went near him because he was being watched. Vetalo is nothing, just a man with a motor mouth who thinks showing off his success, his paper belt that makes him nothing, and making up lies when he hasn't done his obvious homework.

He thinks beating Cosmos means he beat the entire Kovenant? Has he beaten Rubeus Dahrkov? No. Never faced him. How about Reverend Snow? Um, no, he's never faced him either. Wait, how about Doctor Placebo and Rilo? I dont think so. Wait a second, that joke hasnt done anything. He's only powerful because everyone is moving on. I'm still around and that means he will always be threatened. But the quote of the week came when he said 'He has yet to register a win against us.'

Um, how about me PINNING you in the match that me and Jonny Fly dominated because your partner got cold feet? Trying to bring in Johnny Thunder, and he ran away from you. How about me annihilating Rollin Thunder in a normal rules match, my own game? How many times have you beaten me? Two? Once unfairly, and the other fairly? Well, congratulations. A clean win over me. You must be proud of yourself, you fucking bigot. Why cant he just get it over and done with and face me in the ring? Nah, he's too afraid to. I'll have to carry him through the match like I did last time.

"Vetalo, irish whip me into the ropes and hit me with a spinebuster, okay?"

"What's a spinebuster? Do I bust your spine?"

What a joke. This guy doesnt deserve to be in wrestling, yet it seems he is. Fine, let him wallow in his own stupidity. I have better things to do than spend time on this loser. A word cannot be wasted on this....waste of good skin.

Nobody in TnT Wrestling has the iron balls that I have. But I have finally grown respect for 10 Minute Major. He finally understands this world! He doesnt kiss the fans asses anymore.  And nobody could have survived such tragedies that I have managed to. I am the Godfather of Professional Wrestling, the man that people want to be when they grow up, what they try to be. Billy Dee, you have crossed the line and you will pay for it. I warned you again and again not to cross me. You were a mere rookie before you fucked with me. Trying to seek attention and promotion for your religious cult. But in the end, I will always be the better man. Play the Devil in Hell, try to see who wins. But we already know the winner, Dee. There is no denying it. I have been waiting for this moment ever since you put me in my coma. That street fight wasnt enough. No, we're going to make this more drastic.

Your career ends. Your movement ends. You lie in a hospital wondering why you got there in the first place. The blood seeping from your forehead, the steel cutting apart the flesh and tearing your skin apart. I'll be keeping my Eurasian title after all, but you'll be losing something much more precious than any title or even any cult. Your career. After I am done with you, there will be no more 'Nicky Mills vs Billy Dee'. This is the final confrontation, the showdown, the war to settle the score, everything comes down to this very moment. A locked cell. No interference to help you or me. Just the two of us. Mono versus mono. Face to face.

And we know who wins that one. Guess who?

Nicky Mills

Your Dead End has already arrived. It's just a matter of time of when we reach it. And it happens this Sunday.