The Business Beginning

*Note*: The following is not to be mentioned in any role-plays whatsoever!

You have been warned!

Opening at the Nicky Mills mansion in Memphis Tennessee, one of several properties owned by the wrestler, the modern building still stands tall and the area is surrounded with armed guards. A large iron black gate blocks the entrance which is guarded heavily, and a fence is built on top of the gate which is covered in barbed wire, a feeling of cautiousness now slowly creeping into our minds. As we continue our journey, we notice that the mansion is surrounded with large gardens and the hot heavy sun is shining down, making the temperature scorching. Looking around, we notice that there are a lot of people around this time around in the mansion, most of them wearing suits and are examining the beautiful gardens while talking to their associates by whispering into their ears.

Entering the actual house, we seem to be in the dining hall which is beautifully decorated with modern furniture and a large Victorian made table stands in the middle of the room. Time has obviously passed gradually judging now that the sky is pitch black and the day is turning into black night . Many men have taken their seats at the table which is covered in various foods, from well cooked Cajun chicken pieces to pure Italian lasagne and all sorts of alcoholic beverages are available for the people eating at the table. Suddenly, the double doors swing open and a man enters in a grey tuxedo and cold eyes for all to see.

Accompanying him are the large man we saw in the last meeting and another figure who is the 'buyer' of the narcotics product. Could this be some sort of meeting about the drugs business? Maybe so, as some of the people at the table are recognizable and are well known to the authorities as drug pushers. Nicky takes his seat at the foot of the table and the figure whispers something into his ear while the man looks on. They are dressed so that they cannot be identified, and it seems that some of the people in the house are offended by this gesture, as people look on with horror and begin whispering amongst themselves, while Nicky takes a sip of some red wine poured into a glass for him, and motions for quiet. The people at the table turn their head in his direction as he stands up and holds his glass in his left hand while his right hand slips into his tuxedo jacket pocket and pulls out a Cuban cigar, which is lit for him by the large man, who could be his right hand man, and puffs on it before addressing the people at the table. His forehead is covered in a bandage still from the Hell in a Cell contest and has some fresh bruises from the match itself.

Nicky Mills: Thank you for attending this meeting. I all hope you are enjoying yourselves, but I must be clear that we have some new faces, and some of us may not be aware of who each other is. So please, introduce yourselves before raising a point. First of all, I know there are people look at my two business associates and why they are dressed so that nobody can see who these people are. Am I correct in assuming this?

A large group of murmurs begin to rise from the dinner hall until Nicky holds his hand up to continue his speech, and the hall falls into silence once again.

These men are not to be identified. Their position is too dangerous for their names to be known, and so I have taken this precaution to identify myself only, and not my business people. One of them has come back from isolation from this country and if seen, he might be in grave danger. The other has asked me not to speak of his identity, and I thank him for his wishes. So if anyone has a direct problem, it comes to me and me only. Now...let's get down to business, shall we? I have called you all here for a reason, and so, I shall not waste anyone's time.

I have decided to enter myself into the narcotics business because I was proposed to enter such a business. It is a rich and fundamental structured organisation, illegal however, that makes money. Now I am a well known person while many of you stay low key. I am no Al Capone and I will not risk my business for anything, even professional wrestling. Even though I am a 'celebrity' in the world' eyes, they know nothing of this and shall never come close to finding out. Some of you may be also wondering if this will affect your own businesses, so I have a proposition that you may find interesting. Please interrupt me at any time if none of this sounds good to you.

Because I cannot enter this business alone and with my own money, I am suggesting that we form our very own family. The narcotics are flew in from different countries such as China, South Africa, Cuba, Russia, and so on. They produce a large amount of drugs which will then be put onto a plane and flew directly here. I will use the public airlines. Basically, I will have these drugs made into powder form and then flown from these countries straight to New York. Once there, there will be people who will pick up the drugs and bring them into our hands. Reports come to me or my men here. Unless you men have a...problem with this.

The murmuring begins again and Nicky whispers into the ear of his right hand man and the figure also beside him. He takes another puff of his cigar as a man at left far end of the table stands up. He is a fat bearded man with grey hair at the back of his head and a small black moustache sitting on his top lip.

Unknown: My name is Robert Colitri. Some of you may know me as head of the Golatti's. We are also the traffickers for Las Vegas. Mr Mills, do you really think you can come here and tell us men our business is over and we HAVE to do business with you?

Mills laughs and stares at the podgy individual before answering.

Yes.

You are quite a character. How dare you tell us that our business is over? Your just some fucking wrestler who thinks he can control a business.

Do any of you remember the Lunacchio Family? Oh, I'm sure you do. It was the family me and my partner wiped out. So don't tell me I'm just a wrestler, because if I recall Mr Colitri, you were a personal friend of Vincent Lunacchio, who I killed with my own two hands.

The man's smile turns into one of anger and Nicky snubs him and turns to the other men.

Look, I'm not here to tell you how to do your business. But I am saying that you could become more richer than anyone on earth. If you come with me on this one, I'll assure each and every person here sitting in this room that you will become more powerful than ever.

Hey! Dont you dare ignore me, you piece of shit!

I just did.

Colitri then pulls out a weapon which is a typical gangsters pistol and points it at the direction of Mills. All the other men look horrified and point their own guns at him. Colitri looks around with a pissed off look in his eyes while his bodyguards are also pointing their weapons in the directions of Mills. Nicky however, hasn't done anything and merely puffs on his cigar before walking in the direction of the man.

It seems your business partners feel the same way as I do. Dont turn this into a war, Colitri.

You think you can try take me over? Fuck you. Your not doing a damn thing. I'll blow your fuckin head wide open, you shit. Nobody takes my business, and nobody threatens me! Understand me, comprende?

Colitri...DON'T MAKE THIS PERSONAL! This is strictly business, and you know that.

Robert Colitri turns to the other men, who withdraw their weapons and look at him with wonder. Colitri has withdrawn his weapon but the two bodyguards of his still have their guns pointed at by the

This man wiped out our friends, the Lunacchio's. They were murdered by this sick bastard, and yet you fuckers do nothing?

I got clearance to kill them, Rob. They were bad for business, and it was personal for me as well.

Nobody thought to ask me, eh? I wasn't asked whether he could be killed. No, I'm an outcast here. None of you think the Golatti's are powerful enough to stand on their own. We could blow you all apart. And especially you, big shot. Mr Mills. You are not touching my business, asshole!

Too bad, Robert, because I am. I have a new proposition for all of you. I'll let you go on with your businesses and I will pay you a small fee for each place we work in. Except for Las Vegas. Because I'm taking it over, as of now.

What?! You got balls, kid. You got fucking balls, you stupid son of a bitch. You want to try and take me out? Take the Golatti's out? Fine. I'll take everyone out! I'll take out New York, Miami, and the Golatti's will OWN America! You fucked with the wrong family this time!

Colitri turns and walks away while the other drug bosses are shocked by this outburst, as his bodyguards withdraw their weapons and follow their boss. Mills shakes his head but the scene slowly fades to black.

The scene reopens back in the Tennessee mansion as Nicky is still in the dining hall, but it is completely empty except for three individuals. Mills is wearing the same attire as before, but seems to be agitated about the earlier disturbance. The other two figures are 'Smith' who is the right hand man and the other figure, who is 'The Baron', for the purposes of identification.

Jesus Christ...this is bad. Are they serious about going to war?

'The Baron': It appears so. The Golatti's have been pissing everyone off lately. They're quite a large family, so it's nuts to take them on. There is also the possibility that to prevent a full scale war, the other families will try to have you killed to calm down the Golatti's. They seem pretty pissed off.

So what now? The other families are going to strike against us along with the Golatti's. But then Rob went along declared war on everyone. But why would everyone be against me?

'Smith': Well obviously, they would cut a deal with them.

So much for the easy entry. How are things, by the way?

Good. Coming in well. But this is going to get very ugly very quickly. You DO know that, right?

Nicky looks at 'The Baron' and shakes his head, as if to acknowledge what he is saying and shaking his head at the dangerous possibilities of what could come. Suddenly, Nicky' cell phone begins to ring and picking it up, he presses the 'Accept' button and holds the phone to his ear.

Mills here.

'The Outlaw's face changes from one of sadness to one of confusion, as if he cannot believe what he is hearing down the other side of the phone. He hangs up the phone and turns to his two colleagues and doesn't hesitate to speak to both men.

They've cut a fucking deal with the Golatti's. Those bastards! Ugh, look, I aint got time for this shit. I need to go cut an interview for my wrestling stuff. Holla at you two laters, okay?

Both men nod as Mills says this and then the Eurasian champion walks from his chair out of the dining hall as the scene slowly fades to black.

Nicky Mills Speaks Out.

*Note*: This is a televised promo and can be mentioned in role-plays.

Opening to the recent events at the Crucible where Mills eliminated himself to take out Billy Dee, and the in ring and backstage confrontation with the God's Disciples, 'The Outlaw' is seen looking straight at a camera with his pink sunglasses and a custom made cream white suit. Nicky takes a deep breath and then his words begin to flow from the mouth.

Eric Baxter. Eric, you are a silly little man with no idea whatsoever of what I am capable of. You've been hiding under a rock since you've gone and so you come back and think that I am an 'average' wrestler? Oh dear lord. I think someone's smacked that bald head of yours around too much that suddenly, bullshit comes directly out of your mouth. I don't even know what the fuck you're talking about. So let me say this to you.

Whether your Bladerskum or Gravedigger, I couldn't care less. But all I know is that the wrestling world has forgotten about you. I mean, according to the world, your just a shadow, an ink blot on the world's drawing. Absolutely nothing. You destroyed the High Rollers. Whoop de do! Those guys could be destroyed just by insulting them. Did you even see how pissed off Vetalo got when I spat in his face? He knows he cant just attack me, his co owner, so he has to throw his weight around with other people. I have more things to worry about than Eric Baxter and the High Rollers.

But Eric, if you really want to settle this, let's do it in the ring, so I can embarrass you in front of the entire world. 'Average wrestler'? Who is that your convincing, the world, or you? Either put up or shut up, because your beginning to bore me already, and I thought you were a legend, man. Nah, your here because nobody is going to remember the great and powerful name of Eric Baxter ten or twenty years from now. No, they'll remember Nicky Mills, the best technical wrestler in the business. Quiet, Eric, you'll bring back Big Boss, and nobody wants to see the 'Lord of Past Terror' bring his sorry fat ass back into TnT Wrestling.

Going into New Era Wrestling matters, and I decided to pull out from those events because no offence, I'm a busy man, and I'm way too upper class for that damn second class company. So after two weeks, they've decided to put me and Ramage up against the team of...Matt Michaels and Frost. I don't know who these two are, but they're apparently supposed to be big shots in this company. Jesus, since when do I fight rookies? Because that's what these two clowns are, rookies. They think attacking the Kovenant's members mean anything to their reputations? Nah. Try that shit with me, and I'd dump them on their asses and send them back to wherever they came from. Already, I've had to put up with cocky black thugs and all kind of shit from those bitches. The Kovenant keeps loosing to the black ghetto bitch, Romeo.

Jesus, the guy isnt even trying, and he's tearing Kevin and Rubeus apart. Kevin's starting to lose that 'streak' he once had, and is just a poor soul. But maybe I'm wrong. Anyways, this Matt and Frost guys, I have a message. I dont care, so dont even think about giving me a long speech about how you are something. Nah, I'll save you guys the energy so you can try beat 'The Outlaw' and Ramage. Second class losers such as them against the best such as the Kovenant? It's such an easy one to pick. The freaking Kovenant! But now ladies and gentlemen, we come to TnT Wrestling.

Nic Totopoulous, you tried to attack me backstage and outnumber me. But then Marcus James came to my assistance. The LEAST likely person I'd ever think to save my ass from another beating from those religious fanatics. And so we're teaming against Joe Shmoe and Billy Dee. Billy, you know what I'm capable of, because Hell in a Cell is still like a nightmare still haunting you. The blood dripping down your face, your screams as I beat you within an inch of your life, and the pain you withstood. It hurt, didnt it? But it isnt over. No, Mayhem will be another example of how I wont stop until I fight the root of this whole problem. No more back attacks, no more bullshit now. Nic, if your trying to get rid of me, I'll give you the chance at Mayhem. Come on out and show yourself, or will you hide behind your guys like you do when your in trouble? Face it, sooner or later, it's going to come crashing down all over Gods Disciples, and nothing will save you from the Devil's hand.

Mills laughs at the camera and the scene then slowly begins to fade to darkness, and then to commercial.