A New York Night: Part I of II

The night is dark, and the streets are still busy with cars and all sorts of vehicles. All that stands is the street lamps and the headlights of cars, with a bright moonlight shining down on the streets of New York City. People of all races and ages are wondering the streets, in groups and on their own. Shops still continue to run, but the noise of the vehicles are the loudest of all sounds. Horns can be heard all over, with the shouts of angry drivers blending in with the rest of the city sound's. It seems that the night is still young, and the view is that of a birds eye view of the city, streaming across the city as if a bird was flying over the heavily lit city. 

Soon, the camera moves towards a door, one which looks rusted and un-used. At the center of the door is a red half room, and it seems to have been written in blood. Slowly, the door opens and we see a spiral staircase, as the cold seems to overcome the cameraman, as the shivers echo around the staircase. Step after step, water is dripping over their heads second by second, as silence remains. The camera moves down the staircase, and finally comes to another rusted door, with a small hatch, as some cold eyes fill the hatchet's space. Slowly, the door slowly opens but not without the heavy noise of a rusted door opening. The room has a table along with some chairs, as we can hear thumping after thumping, a repeated noise which seems to strike fear in the cameraman's heart, as he does not know what to expect. A dark corner with a small bit of light see's 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills, half naked except long black drawstring shorts, is hitting away at a punch bag, the hinges creaking as if it is about to break.

He is kicking and punching in combinations, as he seems to have not noticed the occupation that has entered the room. The light sways back and fourths as if it is desperate to hold on. Nicky stops, and casts a stare at the occupants occupying this room, as the cameraman jolts back. Mills laughs in a sick kind of way, and smirks as he addresses the people in the room.

How foolish of you to disrupt me. Pitiful, I expected you people to be more polite.

Are you not forgetting our promise, Nicky san?

Out steps a tall Japanese man from the darkness, wearing a very expensive suit which shines in the dim light. He wears dark sunglasses which make him look more sinister, and a smile which would make the toughest of men cower in fear. He has a thunder like scar on his left cheek along with a stitch which occupies his forehead.

I am not a fool. You have a promise.

We asked of you to attend the general meeting of the Red Dragons, Mills san. The punishment for not keeping the promise is certainly high.

Is that a threat? My man, if you want your promise kept, you better watch your mouth. After all, you want a celebrity like myself to give a speech about the declaration of independence in the United States.

Ah yes. I wish you well in the future. I look forward to your speech.

You have been promised. But after this meeting, I want no more to do with the Japanese Mafia. After all, if the media ever found out about me having relations with you, I would lose my popularity, and I don't a lot of that right now except for my Hollywood status, but the fact that these pigs of America despise me, they boycott my movies in an attempt to send me a message.

Understandable, Mills san. You will have as you wish. You will be paid $1 million in cash for your services to us.

Good, now let me be. I have training to do.

The Japanese man nods and slowly exits the rooms, leaving the cameraman which has witnessed this deal alone. Nicky seems distracted at him still being watched and casts a glare at the cameraman, who knows that he is being asked to leave. The camera slowly fades to black.

Today, we live in a universe where the American man is free to have their own personal views of society, and whether they are racist or sexist, are allowed to express themselves in any way, shape or form. This is a disgrace to the human world of mankind, as I believe that the lazy man has more power over most men than hard working dedicated men that stand before me today. Look at the American president, George W Bush. His answers to everything is war, yet what good does this do to our world peace? It harms it, of coarse, but yet we have to sit back and watch as he delivers another hate filled speech, and yet the American people embrace this thing to society.

International Incident may be dead, but it's threat remains intact. Our message was to show that the Americans are doing all wrong to our world, and that they respond to every little incident with bombing innocent people. Why do we have to sit back and allow this to happen when we can stand up and fight the beast that runs this city? He is the average American man, a man who can talk but has no brain power enough to support his intelligence. Although now the two remaining members of the International Incident are now in the stable known as the Kovenant, we fight against the corruption that America has been embraced in. All countries, the United Kingdom, Canada, Russia, and many main countries have done nothing but support the war for terrorism. What is terrorism? To me, it is a right to send a message to the common man, a right to tell the world how they feel. September 11th was a blessing because it not only sent the right message, but then America yet again used it's nuclear bombs to kill those people, and at the same time kill innocent civilians. This is not justice, this is a war crime against our world, and I will no longer tolerate this behavior for the United States.

I come from a country which supports the war on terrorism, but I have spoken my views on these crimes many times. Although some American men do not support this war, they do nothing but talk. I have a dream that one day, America will be slained and George Bush will never again use nuclear bombs to prove his point. I believe that with America now scared of terrorist attacks, that we have won our own war, that the U.S.A are now running in fear of what is to come. Although I am not a terrorist, I will be a terror of my own, and that is taking over the wrestling industry and spreading my beliefs and views on all that watch. America know that 'The Outlaw' is a threat to Hollywood and Wrestling, and so people have stood up for America, believing that the enemy is wrong. Does a man deserve to die because he didn't support the Americans? No, and this is something that the military should get through their thick skulls, that fighting never cures terror. But the normal American man hates me for what I say, and therefore, I am hated by all the public for my views. What kind of justice does this prove? That we are not allowed to say what we think, that when we do, we are filled with propaganda bullshit that will make us think twice? I will never be taken to their level, because I am a man of will power, not a man of brawn.

The crowd stands up and cheers loudly, as Mills looks at the reaction he is getting, and smiles, as if he has proven his point. Again, he raises his hand to stop the crowd, and they stop cheering and silence almost immediately. He clears his throat, and continues...

My fellow people, I am fighting a battle which will truly be for the best, that the all American man, the man who calls himself something which he is not, is slain at January Damnation. I believe that people like Michael Edwards are a cancer to all mankind, and that he has done nothing but pollute the world with his popularity. I have stood by and let this happen for too long, and this is why the Golden Boy must be stopped! For so long, he has called himself a legend and got into the American's good books, but this is now a battle he will not win. I step in the ring with two Canadians and an American, fighting against the enemy of the true man. Rubeus Dahrkov and 10 Minute Major are men that do not fear people like myself, but rest assure, they will cry my name in mercy when I unleash the pain which will sure make them beg for forgiveness. Their crimes in life are that of standing by the war and doing nothing but support it, and this enough is punishment of extreme torture. No, this will not be a typical match, and I am not the typical wrestler. I am a person who is now a famous Icon, and a hero for all that stand against the terror. They will never be the same after 'The Outlaw' and his partners are done taking out the scum that our opponents are. And Michael Edwards shall see a preview of what is yet to come, when he looks into the eyes of a man he despises, and the hate of what I hold for the fake shall overcome him like flies around rotten meat. Their days of opposing against the free man have been numbered, and I will be the avenger for our good days of freedom, that we will be heard and that my actions shall speak louder than words. My fellow men, let us FIGHT FOR OUR RIGHT TO FREEDOM!

The crowd chant 'FREEDOM' over and over as Mills smiles at his speech, as the scene then slowly closes.

We then go back to the same room where we see Nicky in street clothes, while a gang of men crowd around the table, all dressed in smart suits, where a small dark briefcase lies in the middle of the table. Mills picks up the suitcase and opens the briefcase to reveal $1 million dollars in cash, as 'The Outlaw' nods and goes to walk out of the door but...

We didn't say you could leave.

One of the men, from behind, raises a pistol to his head, as Mills slowly turns around to be looking down at the barrel. Neither man moves, but the stare from both men is cold, as Mills realizes he has been set up. The men gather around Nicky as one of the men kicks him in the ribs hard, as Nicky falls onto one knee, but tries to fight and hits a hard left hook to the mans chin, which sends him across the table. The other men are too quick for Mills, and one of them gun whips Nicky from behind, sending The Wrestling Legend falling to the floor, as the one who was hit earlier slowly gets to his feet. However, the man who we saw earlier has not moved an inch, but he walks over to Mills and speaks in a whisper like voice...

You messed with the wrong type of people, Nicky san.

Nicky looks up at the man, and although he doesn't speak, he launches a wad of spit up at the man, which lands on his face. The man doesn't react, but just laughs intensely like a hyena, as he wipes the spit off his face and places his boot on Mills's chest.

Don't you know your going to die?

The men circle around Mills and one of them loads a pistol up but suddenly the door bangs constantly and many police officers swarm in. The gang do not react in time, and all are caught on the spot by the police officers. As all of the gang members are lead away, we have a shot of Mills, who holds the back of his head, which seems to be bleeding. Nicky tries getting to his feet but falls back over as he finally passes out, as the scene fades to black.