Kidnapper?

Part I

*Note*: The following scenes are not witnessed at all in any way, shape or form except for by the reader.

Only the wind blowing ferociously and two figures standing in the pitch darkness are seen talking to each other but look to be waiting for someone. Their voices are muffled by the winds which smash against the trees surrounding them and the threat of tree's falling down become more probable. The surroundings are looking to be a local forest, and only the headlights of a Harley Davidson provide light for the figures for sight.  One of them known as 'Smith' who is quite a tall man and around seven feet tall and also is the right hand man of Nicky Mills for his narcotics business, while the other is only known as 'The Baron' and is the provider in the business.

The roaring of an engine then suddenly breaks off their conversation which belongs to the car seen at the end of Sunday Mayhem involved in Billy Dee's kidnapping. The car's headlights switch on abruptly and pulls through the trees until it comes to a direct halt. Banging is heard as the person driving the car steps out and approaches the two figures, who look back and smile when their boss approaches them, who is none other than Mills, who is dressed rather suspiciously for a man who spreads the word of his wealth around. Dressed in a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a black biker jacket which is zipped up, he begins to speak to his two associates.

Nicky Mills: I'm sorry to pull you away so fast. But it's of great importance we meet in a very quiet area to discuss all of our business. I think the Golatti's are about to prepare an attack, and I am trying to keep hidden. Well, as hidden as I can be, anyway.

The two figures nod their heads and then turn their heads towards the vehicle, where a banging from the boot of the car is repeating itself and screaming follows the sound itself, while Mills just laughs and walks towards the boot. He opens it and then looks into the boot, where the now fully conscious Billy Dee is lying inside, and looks up in horror as his kidnapper drags him out of the boot of the car and throws him onto the cold leaf covered ground.

Dee screams for help while his two associates seem quite taken aback by these actions, but Mills ignores their reactions and puts some duct tape, which he pulls out of his biker jacket, onto his nemesis' mouth. Nicky lights a cigar given to him by 'Smith' and begins to smoke it, then looking down at the man he has kidnapped, and grinning.

Billy! It's your lucky day, my friend. I've finally decided what to do with you.

Dee tries to shout and scream through his tape, but it's completely silenced by the duct tape and only the muffled sound comes out. Mills then pulls out a silencer pistol which makes his two associates back off a little, wanting to protest but realizing he wouldn't listen anyway because of his state of mind he is currently in. Standing over the whimpering Billy, who tries to crawl away but Mills puts his boot onto Dee's back to stop him going anywhere. He lets a sneer escape him and he begins to speak.

You know Dee, you have fucked with me long enough for forgiveness. I wanted to change Billy, I really did. I wanted to stay a nice person, but then everything changed. Well fuck you Billy, because it's all over.

Man, why didn't you walk away when you had the chance? No, then you pushed me over the edge. With all those attacks on me and that coma I was in because of the God's Disciples. My target may be Nic Totopoulous now, but I haven't forgotten about my old enemy. The man who went far beyond Minds Eye or anyone else, and made things very complicated for me. No, you didnt make my life a misery, you had to physically injure me. My wounds are still fresh from those attacks, and you haven't fully paid for your sins against not only Christianity, but to me! And that's the most important thing.

So, do you have anything to say for yourself before I...er...send you to hell?

He walks over to where Billy can see him and bending down, opens the duct tape so Dee can speak.

Billy Dee: Nicky Please! Your making a big mista...

Mills soccer kicks Dee in the abdomen to silence him, then putting the duct tape back on his mouth, and

Stupid asshole. I gave you some words to redeem yourself, and you just waste them by trying to convince me not to kill you. Well sorry I have to cut this short, but I'm sending you down so the devil can personally stick pitchforks in your ass. It's all over Billy, and that's the way it's going to be. Maybe they'll finally find out who I really am because of this, but I've done everything. Well, goodbye, Billy Dee. You did nothing for this planet except piss people off.

'The Outlaw' points the silencer towards the skull of Billy Dee, who screams and shouts through his tape which is muffled. After a long tense moment with Nicky' two associates watching closely, a bullet is fired from the silenced gun. The air becomes quiet and his two associates look at Mills with horrific looks. Has Nicky really killed his former enemy?

This is answered when Billy begins moving again, and doesn't seem to have been fired at. But how is this possible? Wasn't a bullet fired just moments ago? Nicky empties the entire contents of his gun, and they drop to the floor all around Billy Dee. We slowly begin to realize they are blank bullets. Mills laughs and shows the silencer to his own associates, which turns out to be a plastic gun which of coarse, doesn't not fire live rounds.

'Smith': You insane bastard! What the hell is wrong with you?!

'The Baron': Okay, that wasn't funny, even for me.

Oh come on, I could see your reactions. You really thought I would kill this worthless asshole? I may be a murderer, but Billy doesn't deserve death. Nor do the High Rollers. No, they're men who believe their cause is right. I'm using him to bargain with Nic Totopoulous so I get my match with him. And to CAST SOME REVENGE! You hear that Dee? Your life is saved, but only because I don't kill people like you. The only people I would use live bullets on are the Golatti's. So, how is everything? I'll take Dee back to the trunk so he doesn't listen.

Mills picks up the afraid form of Billy Dee, who is literally shaking with fear, and taking him back to the car, throws him into the trunk, then shuts it completely to prevent escape. He walks back to his two associates to talk business with them.

Not very good, Nicky. Things are fucked up. Our product is everywhere, but we're going to get attacked any day now. It could be you, me, Smith, or anybody from our Family. The Golatti's have rallied support from every major drug trafficker in the United States. They're represented by entire Mafia families, which could provide fatal for our deals.

We're screwed, man. That's basically it.

Bullshit. What the hell do they have? Nothing. Guns? Weapons? Crazy gangsters? We have that. We could bomb these fucking assholes back to Sicily or wherever they come from.

Look, I've been away from a long time thanks to those damn assholes trying to gun me down. THAT is absolutely nothing compared to these guys. Cold blooded murderers like yourself, only more of them. I'm with you all the way, but this is dangerous.

I'll make sure we ditch the plane idea. They'll attack the major airports for our stuff, and everyone knows now what our plans are. I've suggested we do it via ships. Ship the stuff to docks all over America and make sure the customs don't touch them. But the airplane stuff is out of the question.

Well, yeah. That's kind of obvious. It's not as if I can just fly them in, walk through customs, and then walk through with a bunch of happy gangsters who wave back at me, is it?

Enough wisecracks. I suggest you stick to your wrestling, Nicky. That's more important than this.

Let us handle the narcotics for now and we'll notify you of anything which develops.

Yeah. That's cool. Listen, I'd better get this piece of shit back before he starts to irritate me. I'll give you a lift, Baron, shall I?

Where are you going? Wont the cops be trying to find you and all?

According to them, this is a 'wrestling angle'. Unless an official complaint is actually lodged, they don't have shit on me. But look, we had better not hang around here like a bunch of hippies at Woodstock. See you later, Smith.

I'll meet you back at the hotel.

Later. Oh, and goddamn, get a hair cut, will you?. You look like Jimmy Hendrix resurrected from the dead.

Um, Jimmy Hendrix was black. And don't go there.

Whatever. You still need a haircut. Don't be a stranger.

Mills and Baron walk back towards their car and open their respective doors and then the engine roars, and the car slowly reverses and then accelerates from the forest and out of sight while the winds still blow heavily.'Smith' starts up his bike and drives away in the same direction as the car went, as the scene slowly fades to darkness.

The Golatti's Situation

The scenery is one of Las Vegas, Nevada, the town which never sleeps. The popular American town is covered in casino's run by businessmen and women, but the casino currently being looked at is 'The Venetian', one of the most popular in the gambling state. Looking inside the resort, we are looking into the popular restaurant. It is packed with tourists and everyday goers eating and drinking, and generally just enjoying themselves. It's quite noisy and there are three areas to this restaurant. The non smoking, which is quite crowded because smoking is rather unpopular now. The smoking area, which is quieter than usual but still quite crowded. And the section we are looking at is the V.I.P area, which seems to be barred for tonight, as it has a large sign that says 'Closed' and directs people to the normal seats.

But however, it is a different story behind the closed doors. A meeting is taking place between the infamous Golatti situation. The last time we saw them, it was at the Memphis, Tennessee mansion of 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills and a situation developed because Robert Golatti, the head of the Family, took offence to Mills suggesting his offer and it ended in guns being pulled. Rumours are circulating that the heads of the other Families are backing the Golatti's to prevent a full scale war occuring as a result. Four men are sitting at a round antique table. Robert Golatti, his two business partners, who were with him at the meeting.

These may be official members of the Las Vegas mafia family. They are all dressed smartly as if they were at a meeting or something important. The third person is known to the authorities as Frankie Chianella, an associate of the Golatti's and formerly of the late Lunacchio Family. He has small grey thinned out hair and looks to be in his late fifties but looks rather old and wrinkly, so suggesting he could be older. The men are discussing the situation regarding Nicky Mills' narcotics business, and are in deep conversation. The discussion is in Italian, for the purposes of the authorities not being able to listen in without a translator, and any tourist or American not understanding from the outside.

Frankie Chianella: Così che cosa stiamo andando fare, Roberto? Questa situazione è pericolosa. I laminatoi di Nicky è abbastanza un carattere e potrebbe portarlo tutti giù. Il Lunacchio tutto è stato eliminato a causa di questo bastardo.  

(What are we going to do now, Roberto? This situation is dangerous. Nicky Mills is quite a character, and he could bring us all down. The Lunacchio's were all wiped out because of this bastard.)

Robert Golatti: Non dò una merda, franca. Questo idiot pensa che possa camminare nei nostri commerci ed ordinare appena tutto intorno? Nah, non happening. Scopilo. Lo ho le altre famiglie sostenerlo su questa, in modo da basamento del doesnt una probabilità.

(I don't give a shit, Frank. This idiot thinks he can just walk into our businesses and order everyone around? Nah, it is not happening. Fuck him. I have the other Families supporting me on this one, so he doesn't stand a chance.)

Ma pensi a che cosa state facendo qui. Le autorità scoprirebbero circa questa in un battito cardiaco. Già stiamo trovando che i nostri amici anziani ora sono informatori. Prego, Roberto, pensa a che cosa state facendo. La guerra non è una buona idea, anche con il supporto delle altre famiglie. Li otterrete interamente uccisi.

(But think about what you are doing here. The authorities would find out about this in a heartbeat. We are already finding that our old friends are informers now. Please, Roberto, think about what you are doing. War is not a good idea, even with the support of the other families. You will get us all killed.)

I nostri amici sono stati eliminati da questa scopata cocky. Chi lo pensa è? Solo perchè è un certo wrestler ed ha media che del doesnt di ricchezza può camminare nel NOSTRO TAPPETO ERBOSO e scopare con noi. Il Lunacchio è guasto a causa lui e di un certo grudge che ha avuto contro di loro. Mi dico franco, io sono supposto per dimenticare appena il suo insulto e cammino via?

(Our friends were wiped out by this cocky fuck. Who does he think he is? Just because he's some wrestler and he has wealth doesnt mean he can walk into OUR TURF and fuck with us. The Lunacchio's are dead because of him and some grudge he had against them. Tell me Frank, am I supposed to just forget his insult and walk away?)

Frank looks up at his business partner with a look of concern and takes a long puff of his cigarette and breathes out the smoke before speaking once again, his eyes directly staring into the eyes of Robert Golatti.

Sì Roberto, per i nostri commerci. Non gradisco questo carattere di Nicky, ma gli ha abbastanza un esercito. Se lo spingete abbastanza lontano, li attaccherà con tutto che abbia e non abbiamo bisogno di quello. Non ora mentre siamo ancora avanti. Abbiamo tutto che desideriamo e vostro gettando esso tutto via perché desiderate avenge le morti?

(Yes Robert, for the sake of our businesses. I don't like this Nicky character, but he does have quite an army behind him. If you push him far enough, he will attack us with everything he has, and we don't need that. Not now while we're still ahead. We have everything we want, and your throwing it all away because you want to avenge deaths?)

Ciò non è circa il commercio. Ciò è circa la protezione dei nostri investimenti. Significo, questo capretto la ho avuta venire a lungo. esso quiet, senza chiunque sapenti. È guasto, asta di bada del bing di bada. Nessuno si preoccupa ed otteniamo sopra con le nostre vite. Questo tipo non sarà mancato, franco. Non è come se sia un san o qualche cosa. Potremmo fare ad alcuni uccidere poliziotti lui o qualcosa e la incolpiamo su alcuni nemici anziani di suo. Il dunno I, ad esempio il CIA. Se lasciamo questo capretto camminiamo dappertutto noi, potrebbe attaccarcelo in qualunque momento e non sono circa ho lasciato che il figlio di una femmina li seppellisce tutti. Si comporta come se sia il presidente dell'America, ma realmente, lui merda del aint. Potrei seppellire stasera il suo asino se desiderassi a.

(This is not about business. This is about protecting our investments. I mean, this kid has had it coming for a long time. We do it quiet, without anyone knowing. He's dead, bada bing bada boom. Nobody cares, and we get on with our lives. This guy wont be missed, Frank. It's not as if he's a saint or anything. We could have some cops kill him or something, and blame it on some old enemies of his. I dunno, say the CIA. If we let this kid walk all over us, he could stick it in us at any time, and I'm not about to let that son of a bitch bury us all. He acts as if he's the President of America, but really, he aint shit. I could bury his ass tonight if I wanted to.)

Non sia un idiot, Roberto! Christ, sveglia e sente l'odore del caffè? Se entrate nella guerra, la gente sta andando morire. Questo capretto non è degno milione morti. Vostro essere duro verso tutto il questo. So che ancora ritenete grezzi circa il Lunacchio, ma quella è tutte le vecchie notizie. Dobbiamo muoversi in avanti anziché indietro. Se attacchiamo questo tipo dei laminatoi, quindi potremmo rischiare tutto. Siete realmente dopo questo capretto che Male? Frankie, vostro non pensare diritto qui. Ciò è follia e tutta che mettiate in questo sta andando morire. È quello che cosa desiderate?

(Don't be an idiot, Roberto! Christ, wake up and smell the coffee, will you? If you go into war, people are going to die. This kid is not worth a million deaths. Your being harsh towards all of this. I know you still feel raw about the Lunacchio's, but that is all old news. We have to move forward instead of backwards. If we attack this Mills guy, then we could be risking everything. Are you really after this kid that bad? Frankie, your not thinking straight here. This is madness and everyone you put into this is going to die. Is that what you want?)

Roberto takes a deep breath to think what Frankie has said. After a moment of thinking, he stands up and stares down at his partner, who looks up at him with concern. The head of the Golatti Family's associates then grab Frankie and begin choking him with what looks to be some sort of metal wire. Chianella tries to struggle but is no match for the strength of the man holding the wire, and the struggling just pushes the wire deeper into his throat. Blood begins to flow from the wound and Chianella tries to breath but knows he is dying. He becomes limp but his eyes still show horror and are pointing in the direction of Golatti, who begins to speak again.

Conoscete che Frankie, io sono malato di voi. Non fate niente ma provate lo tenete indietro. Da quando il mio padre è morto, non fate niente ma protestate. Pozzo ora che potete chiudere in su ed unirlo nell'Inferno, bitch!

(You know what Frankie, I'm sick of you. You do nothing but try hold me back. Ever since my father died, you do nothing but complain. Well now you can shut up and join him in Hell, you bitch!)

Chianella eventually gives up the ghost, his limp body know no longer moving and his breathing non existant. The two men behind him drop him onto the ground and Frank Golatti turns to walk out of the door along with the two men, but looks back on his now dead friend, and lets a smile escape his lips, and he laughs before speaking.

You always were an irritating asshole, Frank.

The room then becomes empty as the only person left in the room is the dead Frank Chianella, as blood pours from his throat and a pool of blood forms around his head, as the scene slowly fades to darkness.

Billy Dee's Kidnap:

The Ransom?

*Note*: This scene is televised for all to witness.

Wake up Billy, it's time for your television interview. Hope your feeling up for talking.

Morning has risen in the abandoned prison where a figure is currently sat onto a wooden chair, his arms chained onto the chair and his legs also chained together so he cannot escape. New bruises are formed on his face and has a large black eye. One of his eyes is not opened, but the other is currently wide open and is watching the camera. His mouth is shut together with duct tape and a belt makes sure his neck doesn't move at all, only moving sideways. Darkness surrounds him and he seems to be coping with it, but maybe this is because he has to.

The building looks rather run down but the bars and the jail cells are still operative, and Dee is being kept in one, but the door looks rather more protected than normal jail cells. It's a possibility that this is a solitary confinement room. A figure walks in front of the camera with a giant smile on his face, who is none other than Nicky Mills, the man who has kidnapped Billy Dee. The camera looks through the door, which then opens and Mills walks in with some sort of bottle in his hand, with a substance inside, clear and pure. It looks to be water, as the entire contents of the bottle is poured over Billy's head and wounds, but the question of whether it is water or not is clear when Billy begins screaming in pain. Nicky turns the bottle label to the camera which reads 'Vinegar' and turning back to Dee, begins laughing hysterically.

I guess I chose the wrong bottle this morning, eh? So my little man, do you have anything to say for yourself?

Mills moves his left hand, which isnt holding anything, towards the duct tape to free Dee's mouth, but thinks better of it, and instead grabbing the vinegar bottle, smashes it over Billy' head. More moans and screams come from Billy, but none of them are heard loud enough, but are picked up by the camera. Nicky grabs an old seat and sits opposite him and looks into his eyes, then smiles with satisfaction.

Billy, you really gave me no other choice. I do believe in honour among men and all that, but you pushed me too far and it pissed me off to a degree. Remember when I told you that you were a Hardcore bum and that you always would be? Maybe I was wrong. You've got my attention now, but um, just not in the right circumstances. Nah, this isn't about Billy Dee anymore. I'm looking for Nic Totopoulous, also known as...God. Since that coward couldn't face me directly and just had to use numbers, I lost it, Billy. I'll admit, when I got chokeslammed, I felt different. Something happened to me, something that I never could quite expect. You see, a long time ago, I was a bastard who didn't care about anyone but himself. An egoist, you might say. But I did some questionable things. I powerbombed Michael Edward' girlfriend, I got Andrea Williams drunk into having sex to prove a point to Jeremy Cundiff, I even did this kidnapping stuff before and took Erica Perone and buried her alive. That night still haunts Rollin Thunder. This was a Nicky Mills who did nothing but hurt people to satisfy himself. And there I was thinking he was dead and buried.

No, Dee, you just HAD to bring him back, didn't you? That sadistic uncaring fuck who wanted to hurt everyone he could. I changed ever since Jeremy Cundiff became my partner. He taught me not to hurt people and just to enjoy myself. And you know what? It worked. I have a great life. Women at my feet, money for use, mansions, and whatever I want. I'm a man who rose from nothing to everything. This was paradise for me. Wrestling was my number one game, until you came along, and took this far beyond just some 'in ring' feud. No, you made this PERSONAL! Damnit, why? Now you turned me into this uncaring fucking asshole again, and damnit, I'm really pleased to be him again. Only if it means taking out Nic Totopoulous. But why did I kidnap you, that's an even deeper and thoughtful question to ask.

Because your a bargaining tool for me. Without you, Nic Totopoulous would never have let me face him in the ring. I'm the best to ever step in that ring, and he's too afraid to fight me like a man. He talks about destroying me, but when it comes down to it, he runs away and hides under the nearest rock he can find. No, without you, I'd never get that match, and Jimmy Vetalo would have never said 'Yes'. You see, the High Rollers are prejudiced against talent. If they see someone with more talent than them, they try to break it. See Mike Wilson. He's been humiliated because Vetalo has to use 'extreme' matches to prove he's a tough guy. No, he's an EFW reject like Rollin Thunder, who I bet is still shitting his pants for my little gasoline trick. Billy, the world is a disgusting and terrible place, and I am the saviour of all men. I am the man every wrestler wants to be, including that little runt Eric Baxter. But I've realized that this Sunday at Mayhem, that Nicky Mills, the OLD Nicky Mills, will be back in the ring against him and this 'One Winged Angel', also known as Jeremy Cundiff gone bad. I'll still have that graceful talent that I do Dee, but it'll be used extremely.

Nicky stands up and turns away from Billy Dee to look at the camera, and then begins to speak directly into it.

Eric, I caught that promo of yours. What entertainment to watch some washed up wannabe cut a 'return' promo. Ah, what a game you play, Baxter. But you just forgot a few things. I cannot be bothered to mention every little insult you tried to throw on me, but I'll start with you. Gravedigger, Blader Skum, or whatever other crazy character you come up with. You will always be a man who doesnt have it anymore. Face it, it's all over for you. The generation of Gravediggers are dead and the generation of Nicky Mills' have arrived. Men like 10 Minute Major, Goliath and such others all try to do what I have done. Wrestle good matches every single night they wrestle, put on great performances, and in the end, have respect. I am respected by the entire wrestling community, and loved by the fans. Even they understand the great potential I have in my arsenal, but you just dont get it. No, you had to come out with some delusional rant about me. But we do have something in common. Hate for the High Rollers. And of coarse, hate for Big 'I reek of no talent' Boss. But apart from that, we're completely different.

You see, the days of you as owner and wrestling are gone. Over. Done. Go back to retirement and enjoy everything you can before you start to grow old. But never, and I mean ever, call me over-rated. No talent? I don't think so. So aside from the no hair jokes and such, your a disgrace to TnT Wrestling. What have you ever done for us? Nothing. Nicky Mills has done more in a week for the ratings of this company than you have ever done in an entire year! And let's be straight here. UwA is dead. It always has been. You may be proud to hold that piece of shit belt they have, but I was once owner of it. And when I eventually sold it, I got more money than I paid for it. But I always had divided loyalty. UwA made me into what I am, but at the same time, it shat on me like fucking thunder. I mean, at one point, I was told to job to MANIAC! MANIAC! That bitch? Damn. But it was money. And I didnt need to convince anyone of how good I was. They just watched my matches, and the rest was up to them. I was a ratings winner, unlike you. TnT however, is where I'll always be. I may have hated Marcel, but at least he paid me at the end of the day. So of coarse, I'm a money hungry bitch. But where am I, and where are you? At the bottom of the food chain, while I'm the hunting bird at the very top with the bulls eye on my chest.

What you need to remember ERIC, is that this isn't 2001. No, this is 2005, the year of 'The Outlaw'. And yeah, I am the best technical wrestler to ever grace this company. I'm sorry, but your just old news. You couldnt give an old woman a fight, bitch. In the end Baxter, there will always be a better name. Nicky Mills. You? No, your 'Bitch of the Week' this week, for making yourself look like a damn idiot when your preaching your bullshit to your...dozens of fans. Sunday, I'll give you a wrestling lesson you will never forget, and will stick in your mind forever. So just wait for Mayhem, Eric. One Winged Angel...Jeremy...now, usually I'd say 'Oh no, I dont want to face my old partner' but then I think that we're all going to kick the shit into each other anyway, so there's no point huffing and puffing about it. We're fighting. Plain and simple.

Now, onto Nic Totopoulous. Nic, you have until Mayhem to make a decision. I am officially challenging you to a match at the Pay Per View. March Madness, or whatever stupid name they come up with. This is the big one, the finale, the war to settle all scores. But if you don't accept, I throw Mr Dee here into a river, and see how his 'Lord' will save him then. Either accept my match or watch your 'Second Coming' drown. That's all for now.

Nicky turns around and shutting the large door, then locks it with a set of old keys, and walks away from sight. The camera isn't watching him but rather watching Dee, who is now heavily sweating because he heard every word Mills had to say. Nicky' footsteps can still be listened and they begin to slowly fade out as the camera switches off and the scene fades to black.