The Ladder To The Gold Part II
The new gangster Drama...
You thought television could get better than this...
Starring Nicky Mills as "Sonny Calponi"
Gangsters World. Fridays at 10PM, only on HBO.
The scene opens as it seems to look like a small torture room, the room being empty except for a chair, with an unconscious figure sitting, his hands tied with burning rope, his throat held with barbed wire, the threat of it being pierced into his skin still remains. Gasoline covers his whole body as it slowly drips down his tattered T-shirt and his ripped jeans, the man's face is bloodied and battered, his eyes flare with rage.
Suddenly, the camera gets a shot of the door and a man steps into the room carrying a baseball bat, which has blood spattered across the top, the tortured man cringes as the barbed wire edges his skin. The camera then reveals the identity of the man: Sonny Calponi. Wearing a smart grey suit and a pair of black sunglasses, he puts the bat into the man's face, and laughs.
You thought you could escape us.
The man raises his head and spits blood at the gangster, who wipes it off and then smashes the baseball bat across the skull of the tortured man. The man screams in pain as he rests his battered head onto the chair, and shouts at Sonny...
FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU SONNY! YOU'LL NEVER MAKE ME TALK!
I've got more where this came from, so you better had say something.
NEVER!
Again, the baseball bat smashes against his skull, as the man slowly realizes he will soon die if he doesn't give Sonny answers. Another shot to the face, as a large high pitched scream fills the small torture room.
I don't like to kill people, y'know, but you're making me consider it. You want to betray the Calponi family like this? Then you will pay, with your life. Tell me what I need to know, and you will walk away.
F....uck you. ARGH!
The "ARGH" comes from another yet painful blow, this time to the crotch area, as the man is now breathing heavily in an almost dying sort of way, his face now covered in his own blood as Sonny drops the baseball bat and laughs, forming into a sadistic smile, as he then takes a lighter out of his pocket and lights it in front of the tortured man, who is now screaming with mercy.
AHHHHHH! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! WHAT DO YOU WANT?
Tell me where the fuckin money is! NOW!
TOMMY STOLE IT! I SWEAR TO GOD HE STOLE IT!
Tommy? Tommy Salotinio?
Yeah....he's got the money at his Chicago mansion. Sonny, let me fucking go!
No, you should have told me everything from the start. And the fact that you are a member of the Salotinio family, makes it worse for you.
And with a sneer, Sonny throws the lighter onto the man who then bursts into flames, as the screams become high pitched, and are constant, as we see Sonny with a sick sort of smile, turning away and walking out of the torture room, leaving the man to die painfully, as the scene fades to black.
The rain falls down heavily, the thunderstorms rage in the sky, as the arena known as Madison Square Gardens is shown, and night has already fallen. The camera then enters the arena, as we see a half packed Madison Square Gardens, the crowds with signs all over the place with "MAJOR=THE NEXT EURO CHAMP", "LK4L=Not me." and other signs for the other matches later on in the card, however the action is concentrated in the ring as the last two combatants are fighting it out, and people seem concentrated on other things.
Suddenly, "My Way" by Limp Bizkit plays over the sound system, and fans rise to their feet as they cheer loudly as they think the impossible: Michael Edwards has returned. However, a video plays of 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills destroying Edwards in the matchup, and the fans suddenly turn and boo the Wrestling Legend, who walks out in normal street clothes, but a tee shirt which reads "'The Outlaw' ended the Golden Boy" and this creates more boo's from the crowd, as the UwA Legend champion steps into the ring and demands a microphone, the boo's becoming louder and louder, as he holds up his hand for the people to be silent, and they just continue their booing.
First you people cheer me, and now you boo me. Well fuck you, I don't need you people to be successful. One day away, one day away from the ladder match that will pit the Hollywood Icon, The Wrestling Legend, the Technical Wonder, 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills against a stupid Canadian and a deranged alcoholic who reminds me of Sean Segrada. Actually at least Sean had some fucking pride, Mikey Hell has the intelligence of a typical American. Living in a trailer and with a obese Japanese sumo wrestler, I wouldn't call this man a "Hall of Famer", would you?
And what's so great about this guy, unlike me, he isn't anything special. His promo came out as a drunken rant, daring to call me a 'whippersnapper' when I'm twenty seven years old. He thinks insulting me will bring him ratings and that the people will love him. He's dead wrong, because the only thing that will happen to him is him screaming his lungs out when I apply my Legends Pain on his hopeless ass. He doesn't have any technical skills like I do, but all he has is his "hardcore" skills.
Let me tell you something, you don't have to be special to be hardcore. Hell, any of you idiots could be hardcore. Just hit someone with a chair, just wrap yourself with barbed wire, and your hardcore. It's not a gift, it's plain idiocy, and that's why EFW failed. Mikey Hell, if that's all you have to show, you're out skilled, bitch. Why? Let me tell you why, you're looking at a man that has dominated Hollywood, faced every graceful technical wrestling you can think of and won, and is hailed as the Greatest Wrestler on this planet. What the fuck do you have, huh? Hall of Fame? Well my theory always was that Mark Drivlaine gave out that award to pretty much anybody, hell he gave it to Kevin Cosmos, for crying out loud! Oh I forgot he's your best buddy and he wants you to win while he's in the hospital with a heart attack. The poor bastard couldn't even win the TV title!
Mikey Hell, you don't have anything to beat me with except the ladder, but that can easily be reversed. Do not forget I am skilled in the arts of professional wrestling and amateur wrestling, and can easily take you down within mere seconds. You think getting drunk will get you to win? Go ahead, it'll just soften the pain that I will put you through tomorrow night. This building is famous for a lot of reasons, such as the first televised boxing match between Joey Giardello and Willie Tory, where Wrestlemania took place, and where the first artificial ice rink was built. It will also mark a day in history in this historical building when I win the European championship and go on to become the UwA World Heavyweight Champion.
That's right, whoever wins the belt, I am officially demanding that I am the next competitor to face the champion at the Pay Per View, whomever that may be, whether it's Rilo, Trinitas or Rubeus Dahrkov. I have been held back ever since Triple fucking X won that belt, and this time, I'm going to get my shot and get my belt at the May Pay Per View, so whoever wins this Sunday night, they will be setting themselves up for a devastating loss to myself, and don't try to escape the inevitable by not accepting, I will get my title shot! Bringing myself back to this match at April Resurrection, I move onto 10 Minute Major, quite possibly THE worst candidate for this match.
He represents everything that is wrong with Canada, he's ugly, he's painful to watch, and he cant even win, just like the Maple Leafs cant even put on a passable performance. He came out with a reaction which I expected, but what he will put himself in danger of is something he will regret when he looks back at everything I put him through just for the sake of the title. 10 Minute Major, your insults mean nothing to me, it just shows you need to insult me to get your point across. "No talent, no brains, no clue"? I think for a moment there, you were suggesting all Canadians there, not 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills.
This Sunday gentlemen, I will annihilate you both and win the European championship. If I don't, then I will receive my UwA World Heavyweight title shot, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.
The Hollywood Icon, The Wrestling Legend, 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills drops the microphone and makes his exit up the ramp as the fans loudly boo the loathed superstar, as the scene fades to complete darkness.