The War for the Eurasian Part II

Finding A Ride Home

The scene opens in the parking lot where Nicky Mills and 'Devils Advocate' partner Jeremy Cundiff have just finished reading the note that Krisis left them. The car is in no condition to drive as it looks totally ruined and oil continues to squirt out of the engine, while the car alarm engine just continues to ring. The tyres begin rolling away from the car and stop in the middle of the parking lot as Nicky looks absolutely pissed, and Cundiff sticks his head out of the window as Nicky shows him the note.

Jeremy Cundiff: Man, first he destroys my bag of weed, then he destroys our ride. NOW I'm super pissed!

'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills: YOUR supper pissed? I must be going insane then. Lucky I insured this car, otherwise I'd have taken it to Mayhem and smashed him onto it. God, I hate that asshole...

Nicky crumples up the note and throws the note in the car as he walks away from the car and Cundiff steps out. Nicky takes out his cell phone and grins as Jeremy looks on in confusion. Mills steps out from the scene, his words cannot be heard by the camera. Nicky steps away and then moments later, a New York yellow cab comes rolling into the parking lot and comes to a stop as the driver steps out. He is a small Arabian man who has a hairy goatee which covers his entire chin and goes up to his cheek. Cundiff and Mills then step into the vehicle and they drive off into the distance.

Arab Taxi Driver: Where to, gentlemen?

Opening in the back of the taxi cab, Nicky is resting his head against the window while Cundiff is looking through his bag for something, and has brought it up to his lap, where he keeps looking through the bag. Nicky opens his eyes and shouts to the driver while his head is still resting against the window.

Take us to the Marriot hotel, downtown.

Yes! I found my spare stash!

Cundiff takes out a bag of dope and then rolls up a cigarette with some of it, and the taxi driver turns around quickly when he see's this in his rear-view mirror.

Sorry sir, you cannot smoke in here.

Jeremy looks horrified as he is almost about to light the dope cigarette and lets out a snarl.

You got to be shitting me! What the fuck kind of taxi is this?

It's our policy. You cannot smoke in this vehicle, nor eat or drink.

Reading that from a guide or something, Arab man?

What?

Yeah. I never been in no taxi cab where they dont let me smoke my shit. See, it's typical of you foreigners.

Nicky lifts his head up when Cundiff says this and has a look of disgust.

Technically, Cuntsniff, I'm a foreigner.

Don't call me that! I'm just saying, these guys ruin our way of live. These guys let us smoke our drugs in our taxi cabs. This is American. We give these guys jobs and homes they repay us by restricting us.

I'm just following the rules.

Bullshit! It's all lies and deceit with you people. I mean, you guys kick up a fuss about how your all represented by television. Who cares? It's just a programme and it's fiction. But oh no, your all a bunch of whining complaining assholes.

I have to object to that, sir, and I find that offensive. You cant think every Arabian is like what you say. I am just a normal hardworking citizen who gets paid at the end of the day and goes home to his family. How dare you tell me that what I do is wrong. I am not like other people who have problems with society. I just work as a taxi driver, that's all.

Yeah, you probably all sit and complain about the television and how you Arabs are 'shown'.

Cundiff...shut the goddamn hell up. I'm trying to sleep here, and all I can hear from you is complaining about smoking that dope of yours.

This aint none of your goddamn business!

I'm making it my business now. Give the guy a break, man.

No, why should I? This guy could be a terrorist for all we know, ready to blow us up to kingdom come.

Apologise!

How about a nice screw you? I'm exercising a right called 'free speech'. And LOOK, he's got a gun up in front. See that? He's going to blow us to hell. Us professional wrestlers, who WORK for a living, unlike you guys.

Cundiff is pointing to a small toy gun on the dashboard, and Mills just shakes his head and tries to go back to sleep.

That's for my little boy.

So your teaching them while your young? How many BB guns have additional clips? I wish they had those when I was a kid! And wait, what's that? Play-Doh? Is that to set up your C4's so you can make bombs? Nicky, we're being driven by an Al Quida member!

SHUT UP! I DON'T CARE! I've got a loony doped up loser ranting about Arabs! He's just a taxi driver, so leave him alone and just sit back and wait to smoke that dope, alright?

Oh, your just saying that because your European.

Hey, I'm not the one who has a president who drops bombs just for a little bit of oil. I aint no Michael Moore either, but you guys have a monkey as a President. At least European guys are smart.

You people disgust me. It's people like you that ruin our society...

Who the hell are you calling 'you people', asshole? I was defending you as well. Jesus...

You both...get out of my cab!

Well, since we've arrived, I think that's best.

They are indeed, at their destination, the downtown New York Marriot hotel

I'll see you on CNN when they finally expose you, bitch!

The taxi driver ignores him as Nicky slips him twenty dollars and steps out of the vehicle, which roars off into distance as Cundiff and Mills have their bags.

Now look what you did! What the fuck is the matter with you?! You cant keep your goddamn mouth shut, can you?

Hey, he was the terrorist, not me!

No, he was a taxi driver! Just a taxi driver! Man, I'm going to my room, to get AWAY from you! But I swear to god, I'm gonna kill Krisis for this, man! He is going down and out at Mayhem.

Nicky then walks away from Cundiff, who then begins to follow Mills as the scene slowly fades to darkness.

Krisis....my next opponent for the Eurasian championship. I don't particularly want the belt. I've won it already before. But if it's for the Devils Advocates and for the Dynasty, then I'll go for it. Here's a man who is rather quite a dangerous and weird individual. Already however, I beat him in the most unusual set of circumstances. I was in my 'Wrestling Adventure', wrestling two opponents in one night. One against Reed Harrington in his debut match, and one against Krisis. Now I faced Krisis the second match, absolutely exhausted from my first. And who won? Who actually WON, Krisis or Nicky Mills? You know it. I won the match. I beat him even though I was exhausted from my earlier match.

So now let's do some maths. If I can beat Krisis even though I participated in an earlier match, exhausted, then what makes our big freak think he can beat me at my best? Well, I wont be at my best, technically. I've just come off from a devastating match against Billy Dee, called one of the most brutal street fights 'ever seen in Madison Square Gardens'. But he won thanks to a lot of help. And I mean that, A LOT OF HELP! He needed a load of guys to beat me, even though I had him beat many times, he just couldn't do it fairly.

I will get my revenge on Billy Dee. I will make sure that his friends do not get involved. I will take out his friends, and that's a promise. It's Apocalypse Now for Dee and his religious cult. But then the thoughts of Krisis return again. Waiting to take that freak out for making me take a taxi cab with a proud Arab and my annoying dope smoking friend, Cundiff, and having to listen to them have a political discussion, so to say. The fact is, I will take Krisis' belt, and I will take his pride from him.

He talks about me having fear. Fear? No. Seriously, I fear nothing, especially not him. Life is beautiful, but it's about to get a lot better. I'll be a Eurasian champion once again, for the second time in my career. Krisis has it all in his head that he's going to destroy me, end my career, whatever and so forth. He's not going to try a damn thing on me, because if he does, I'll make sure that any hair growing on that shiny bald head of his is knocked off. He doesn't stand a chance. I'll walk down the aisle with nothing but intensity. I'm not Xander Kross, nor Jeremy Cundiff, and not even Jimmy Vetalo.

I'm Nicky Mills, a man Krisis will never beat.

And it's going to stay that way at Sunday Night Mayhem. That belt is mine, and there's nothing he can do about it.