Thinking Back
*Note*: The following is not 'viewed' in any way, shape or form.
Opening at the hotel room of the World title contender 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills, we look at the number of the door which is 'Room 211'. Slowly entering the room, the loud echo of a television playing in the background is heard. Taking a few more steps, we peek around the corner where we see a figure lying on his double bed switching through the television channels, his bag rests on the foot of the bed and wearing the same clothes he did when he was last seen greeting the audience. His eyes however, tell us a different story about how he is feeling right now.
Full of sadness. He sits up and looking at his bedside table which has a half filled glass of Jack Daniels with ice, and the bottle itself nearly emptied out, he takes the glass and holds it to his lips, sipping the contents. His head rests on the pillow while his thoughts continue to haunt him. The television sound is drowned out by the things going on inside his mind.
Why has it come to this?
I should be the happiest man in the world. I'm not a money hungry bitch anymore. I have a World title shot at Jimmy Vetalo, and I'm almost guaranteed to take the championship away from him. But it seems that while everyone else loves me, I've done many things that would make me a hated man, and I'm in a business which kills innocent people because they follow a path they should not.
Nicky begins firing at the exposed Godfather of the Lunacchio Family, and because the old man has no more cover, is hit with every gunshot from Mills' machine gun. He falls to the floor and Jonny attempts to make a move, but Nicky holds his hand out to keep back, and Fly acknowledges this. Nicky walks towards Don Lunacchio, who is breathing but doesn't have much life in him left. Nicky exposes his black tuxedo jacket, and the Don's eyes widen in shock, realising that Mills had a bullet proof vest on. He manages to speak, but his voice is weak now, his life slipping away from him.
You bastard....rot in hell...you fucker...
Nicky shakes his head and stands on his broken leg, which creates a scream, but not loud enough to cause any attention. Standing over the Don's body, which is now destroyed with bullets, he sneers.
You know you could have never won this. I am a more powerful man than you are. The families never supported you. Actually, they told me everything! They wanted the Lunacchio Family out of the picture, and you want to know why? Because your family were obsessed with my demise. I killed Thomas because he was a sick man, but oh no, you never could accept that. It was my fault that your family fell apart because of his death? Bullshit. Why didn't you go out and find another narcotics man? You were too stupid to realise that. According to you, I tore your family apart. But it was you and your total ignorance for moving on that destroyed your family. I have killed one of my brothers, and my other has been murdered. I hold you personally responsible for all of this. My life being torn apart, everything. And now look at you, old man. It's pathetic to see you like this.
So, as you make your one way trip to hell, I have one thing to say...
Nicky turns his back and loads his machine gun, as he turns back, aiming the gun at the Don's forehead, and shouts.
BON VOYAGE, DON LUNACCHIO!
And with this, he loads the entire clip of machine gun bullets into the old withered body of Don Lunacchio, his eyes cold and without emotion. He moves his mouth to speak, but cannot get a sound out, and becomes completely emotionless, his breathing non existent. Don Lunacchio is no more. Nicky slowly walks away from Don Lunacchio's dead body towards Fly, who nods his head, acknowledging they have completed the operation. The two walk away towards the foot of the woods, the sounds of police sirens echoing in the distance. Moments later, the roaring of the sports car is heard, and we are looking at the massacre that the Dynasty have created. Bodies lie with no more life in them, as the business that they attempted to sort out was backfired on them and they have now paid the ultimate price. Rest in Peace Lunacchio Family, for the entire family are no more.
Nicky continues to sip from the whiskey glass, but then slams it on the bedside table, the thoughts continuing to etch themselves into his mind.
But that wasn't even the start of it. Don Lunacchio was just another piece of shit scum that wanted me dead along with the others of drug barons and such that did as well. I killed two CIA agents also that day that had my brother killed for debts unpaid. For money.
My own father wishes my death upon me, and has totally disappeared into the wilderness. He has a copy of a video that could bury me. My family is dead because of me. And yet I continue a life that could very well have me killed. A wrestler on the outside, a drug dealer on the inside. No, a drug baron. But that's not even the tip of the iceburg.
An incident that caused widespread chaos in Canada, the Toronto Skydome bombing in 2004 that sparked 9/11 all over again happened.
Because of me. Because of Nicky Mills.
Outside the Skydome in Toronto, people are walking in and out of the arena entrance, and people are going about their daily routines. Slowly, a tourist bus pulls up outside the arena, and stops, when suddenly the bus is no more, as it explodes in a large ball of fire. The bus is now burning, as screams for help are heard, and people are running away for their lives. Nobody has survived the explosion, as sirens are heard pulling up to the building. The screams of panic echo across as smoke is pouring over the burning wreckage.
I killed innocent people just because a man sent me a note daring me to take the next step to craziness. None other than Jonny Fly. On his orders to prove myself, I killed the father and brother of TnT wrestler Mike Wilson in that explosion along with other people. Then there was the latest. Robert Colitri, the head of the Golatti Family, blew up a speedboat which had my narcotics delivery in them. A stupid moron like that ended up almost taking out my business.
He had no choice but to die.
Now I look back and wonder. Is it ME that's the problem? My entire family is dead because of actions I committed or were responsible for. My birth father still wants me dead or in jail so he can have the pleasure of knowing I am suffering. The list never ends. A man who I used to team with, a man who understood me, Jonny Fly, is now a drug dealer. I'm bigger than him, and I never thought that to happen. Stealing six million dollars and burning 'The Venetian' casino down to the ground, killing an entire Mafia family as well. Now I'm literally the head of an entire business which deals in drugs. A murderer and a terrori...
His thoughts are interrupter by a loud rapping on the hotel door. Mills looks towards the door while the television still blares loudly. As if waking from a sleep, he begins to slowly walk towards the door and looks through the keyhole. His eyes widen when he opens the door to reveal a seven foot man standing at the door.
Nicky Mills: Smith, what the hell are you doing here?
The gigantic business partner of Nicky Mills' walks through the door. He is dressed in street clothing, but his face is shaded out by a baseball cap and his jacket having sleeves so he can pull then up. Long black hair however, is the only thing we know about him. Stepping into the room, Mills staggers over to his bed and falls back onto it, while his business partner smiles and looks at the television.
Watching this?
No...I'm er...just thinking about something. But why are you here?
I have something to ask you.
'Smith' then whispers something into Nicky's ear, who's eyes show shock and he turns towards his business partner.
Are you fucking insane? No.
Why?
Apart from the fact that nobody knows your alive except for a select number of people...
I'd wear a mask. Nobody would even know.
Oh yeah, a guy who's supposed to be dead and that if they found out, our business would be screwed. Me and you, Smith, along with Baron are controlling this business. It's risky and people will die for us. And the last thing I want is to for someone to catch a sniff that your alive.
What's the absolute worst that can happen? Come on. I'm a wrestler. I want to return to the good days. I'd have no association with you in the public eye. Guys like Rollin Thunder need to be crushed. All I have is this business, and I don't want to waste my life just doing that. I need something to keep me active.
Hmm... What did Baron say? Since he's the man to ask in these type of situations.
Told me to talk to you. But he wasn't too keen.
I don't know, Smith. I trust you and all, but...
Your afraid my identity will be revealed?
Well, your supposed to be dead. And if anyone found out, then the whole truth would come out. But alright. Just keep yourself under wraps for now until I give you the go ahead.
So what were you thinking about before I interrupted you?
Nicky takes another sip of whiskey and then tries to say what he was thinking, but then shakes his head and smiles.
Ah, nothing. Let's go the gym. I have to go for an interview with Tim Divine, so I'll meet you in the gym at around...let's say, seven.
Me? Gym? I don't think so.
You want to get back into wrestling, don't you? Then you need to get rid of that hog fat and burn some lead, biatch. Anyway, I got to get dressed for this interview. You book a room?
Yeah, I did. I'll leave you to it.
'The Outlaw' claps hands with 'Smith' and then the gigantic seven foot man turns and walks out of the room while his business partner begins to think to himself as the scene slowly fades to darkness.