Kidnapper?

Part II

*Note*: The following is not 'witnessed' at any time and only 'read' by the reader.

The weather is rather shady and rather mysterious, as a large thunder cloud is beginning to form in the cloudy sky and 'thunder' rumbling sounds over the foggy air, but nothing happens. Rather, the weather seems to be taunting the people down below rather humourlessly. A thick fog has formed down below and cars are using their fog headlights to let themselves see in the terrible conditions. Only, we are back in Las Vegas, Nevada, where we saw Robert Colitri had his old friend and business partner, Frankie Chianella, killed because he objected to his declaration of war on Nicky Mills.

In a matter of days, the situation has turned ugly and with the entire drug dealing families behind the Golatti Family, it looks as if they are looking to take out Mills to prevent a full scale war from occurring. Things are rather dangerous right now for the narcotics business of Nicky Mills.

We are back in 'The Venetian' casino, and only moments after the murder of Frankie Chianella, as we are staring through into the sectioned off 'V.I.P' section of the restaurant. People are still eating and drinking despite a dead body being in the next room and the murder only being committed seconds ago, but the knowledge of this is unknown to the tourists and everyday goers of the casino. People are beginning to leave as daytime is setting in, so it must be in the early hours of the morning.

As the casino becomes totally empty, and all the employees have left to go home, the only people remaining are the two bodyguards of Robert Colitri and the overweight gangster himself, who are looking at the body of Chianella, and the blood around him is stained onto the tiger skin which he was killed on. Frankie's cold but emotionless eyes staring up in horror at the heavily religiously decorated ceiling, the stare he gave his friend before he died, one of betrayal and shock.

Colitri takes a cigarette from his pocket and goes to light it, but one of his bodyguards step forward and light it for him. The atmosphere is filled with death, and a slow chill makes the two bodyguards seem a little nervous. Their boss however, has a grin spread across his face from satisfaction and he looks down at his former friend before turning to his bodyguards. He takes a long puff of his cigarette which he then takes into his right hand, before speaking to his men.

Robert Golatti: Have him found, as a warning to that Mills guy. But I know this prick was working for him. I could tell from the very start when he walked in here. He was at that meeting at his house, and I saw him speaking to that rat after I walked out of there. I told you that this guy wasn't true to our family. He was a snake until the very end. Dump him on a street or something, but get him noticed.

The two bodyguards nod their heads in approval and move towards the body. One of them takes a large white cloth from one of the nearby tables and begins to wipe up the blood around Chianella's head, while the other waits for his partner to finish. After the man wipes up all of the blood from the body and as much away from the carpet as he can, the two men then lift the body of Frank and walk out with him in tow. Colitri then pulls out a cell phone from his pocket and dialling a number, holds it to his ear. Moments later, a click and a voice can be heard from the phone.

Listen to me. Frankie Chianella was the rat. He ratted out the Lunacchio's plan to kill Nicky Mills and tried to talk me out of killing the guy. He's dead now, but this means that we have to attack soon, otherwise this guy will figure out what's happened and put two and two together and realize we know. 

I want you to talk to the guy inside of his organisation and see what you can find out. We want to blow his stock to hell when he transports it, send him a message, before we murder this piece of rat bastard shit, alright?

The voice on the other line talks into the phone and seems to be asking Colitri a question, before the fat balding man responds.

No way, Johnny. He wont use the planes now that everyone knows. He may be an asshole, but he's not dumb either. We have to kill Mills now, but it has to be done quietly. He's a media frenzy man, so his death would be bad for us. The freakin feds would go through everything to find that he's done business with narcotics, and we'd be linked to him, and nobody wants that.

Speaking again into the phone, the voice seems angry and tries to argue, but Robert interrupts him in mid sentence.

Just listen up, aight?. I want you to personally kill this fuck. Find out where he is, kill him, and make sure he isn't found. If he is, we're screwed. Having him a 'missing person' is better for us than having him found and everyone going crazy. Alright Johnny, I gotta run.

Robert Colitri presses the 'Hang Up' button on his cell phone and then looking at the stained carpet, he turns and walks straight out of the 'V.I.P' section of the restaurant, as the scene slowly fades to darkness.

Talking the Talk

*Note*: The following is now 'viewed' by the viewer.

The scene directly opens where we last left off, the abandoned jailhouse where Billy Dee is currently being held against his will. Morning sun is shining through all of the windows but it still seems rather dark despite the sun outside. The weather has changed and we look to be in a different part of America which obviously is going to have different weather. Slow but demeaning footsteps echo over the empty silent jailhouse towards the solitary confinement section, where the camera is currently looking through the cell where Billy Dee is being held. Dee's eyes are closed completely, so it's a sign that he is sleeping. The man holding him, Nicky Mills, walks straight in front of the camera, with his back turned and opens the armoured door and steps into the room. Wearing the same things he was wearing when we last saw him in the unknown forest, he grins when he see' Dee and walking behind him, bends down and whispers into his ear, a slight tone of evil in his voice.

Nicky Mills: Wake up. Your on TV, sleepy head.

Dee opens his eyes and sweat pours down his forehead as Nicky walks around him and looks at his victim, who's cuts are still fresh and dried blood is now stained on his cheek and below his eye. 'The Outlaw' then grins and begins laughing quite gruesomely as his eyes float away from the direction of Billy Dee to the camera.

I keep having to cut these interviews because yet again, I am blasted upon by some man who hasn't done his homework on me. His brain obviously is one of a goldfish, which forgets everything in a matter of seconds, just like this entire man's career has been. The name of this individual is Eric Baxter, formally known as Gravedigger and Blader Skum. He likes to trash talk, obviously, because he just couldn't stop ranting about how great he's supposed to be and how I'm going to get my ass kicked.

He wishes.

I'm reminded that I'm supposed to be 'over-rated' and that I'm a coward. Jesus, talk about being stupid there, Eric. Calling me a coward is like calling George Bush the smartest man on the planet. Obviously, it couldn't be further from the truth. But you know absolutely nothing about the situation with me and Nic Totopoulous, do you? No. Your not as smart as you think, because wherever you came out of hiding from with that crappy band you like to hang around with, you just sprang back into action without thinking about the consequences. Okay, so you beat up the High Rollers, but let's get one thing clear. I didn't ask for this match.

Your not that popular that everyone gets offended by every word you say. No, some backstage internet mark probably told you a rumour that I did, so you got all excited into calling me a coward. I couldn't have cared less whether I face you or not, but now we are, so fine. But let me also update you on why I kidnapped Billy Dee. Maybe you have a listening disorder or something, because you misinterpreted my words. I didn't kidnap this guy because I'm supposed to be a coward. HE ISN'T THE ISSUE HERE! When, Eric, when the fuck did I say this was all to do with him? He may have been responsible for beating him down, but I beat him at Dead End to retain my Eurasian title. And I did it fairly. So yet again, you look like an idiot for not knowing what in god's name your talking about. But you want to know why I did this?

This is because that Nic Totopoulous is the true coward, that he wont face me like a man. No, he hides behind his friends and they do everything for him. This is not about Billy Dee anymore, but Nic. And stay out of this, knucklehead, because this has absolutely nothing to do with you. If I want your opinion, I'll ask for it. But since I didn't, stay out of it and mind your own business. But since you called me up on it, I've beaten Billy, but this is desperate measures right here.

But then again Eric, you are desperate. I mean, Christ, I had to sit and listen to you babble on about how you held up TnT. Bullshit. You are exactly like the High Rollers, the people your fighting against. They talk about how for a period, they saved this company but they just end up boring everyone half to death. All talk and no bite. Ah, your days of 'greatness', if you want to call it that, were dead and buried a long time ago.

But really? It was me that saved TnT Wrestling. It's always been me, Baxter. I'm the great household name that everyone likes to talk about. Greatness, Eric, is not earned, but your born with it. I'm born great, but you obviously were dropped on your head as a baby, so because some poor woman who probably was a drug addict gave birth to a vile disgusting creature like yourself. You are of no use to anyone except to take out the High Rollers. Because I'm too busy with other means of business, such as Nic Totopoulous, you can do it yourself. I could take them out in a single night, but I want to see how you cope dealing with them. Get over yourself, little man. I'm as far as being a coward as you are from having skills.

Hell, your trash talking needs a little work on there. Like I say, you can learn from the master of the interviews, being me. It's supposed to annoy me, but I laugh at you. Why don't you ask those idiots that you hang around with how to talk properly instead of just spouting off your sermons? Damn, your even more stupid than Jimmy Vetalo. Oh no wait, I cant go there. That wouldn't be fair on you because at least you can talk some sense, while he talks no sense whatsoever.

No, but your near the level of stupidity that he is at. Maybe Rollin Thunder's level. To be honest Eric, your a little disappointing. I remember you when I was starting out in the business. Everyone talked about how 'great' you were. When I, however, came and changed everyone's opinion of who the best was, you became a jockey for Jonny Fly. Oh, I remember now. You became a little corporate fool who liked to strut around giving orders. But you were always his bitch. I mean, I was partners with him, but you were his damn lapdog. You knew that without him, you would fade away into obscurity and nobody would care about you anymore.

Without him, you may as well have been dead. And you say your ashamed by that. Damn, me too! Everyone began sniggering at you because you were brownnosing Fly and following him around like a puppy dog. How pathetic. Even I wouldn't stoop to such a level that to keep my job. But you committed the ultimate sin. The old Nic Totopoulous got injured because of you. It's your fault he almost broke his damn neck. You were careless and foolish in the ring. That ego got to your head, and you were blackballed from wrestling. 'Bored'? No, everyone got bored of YOU and threw the 'corporate bitch' out of the company because of your carelessness inside the ring and you almost ended Nic's career. Yeah, shows how great you are, doesn't it?

So maybe your back because you believe you have been forgiven for that act of atrociousness, but I always remember. And this Sunday, it's all going to come crawling back to you. The humiliation and the pain will sting you inside the ring, and when you come face to face with me, maybe you'll wish that you were back under that cold dark rock you came out from, where it was safe and nobody remembered you.

I know you are foolish enough to step back inside the ring to prove yourself, but there isnt a chance of you winning. It's all me. So Mr 'Legend', let's say you come back and 'beat' me and Jerem...Oh whoops, I mean the ONE WINGED ANGEL OF DOOM, what then? When you take out the High Rollers, then what? You wont even come close to the World title because you are undeserving of it and obviously you need talent, which you don't have, so you'll just crawl back under that rock and hopefully stay there.

Please, just go back there and don't come back with another sermon of yours. I'll be dying to watch with stitches of laughter at you. Now moving onto my old partner, and well, this is a tough one. On one hand, he's changed to something that could be good, but on the other, I'm wrestling for myself. So you know, I'm obviously going to fight for myself, and one way or another, someone's going down and out. And it aint going to be, I can assure you. Eric Baxter, you will face my wrath, and there wont be a day you will ever remember that night being the night that both Gravedigger and Blader Skum were sent back to retirement along with your pathetic self.

Nicky turns his full attention back to Billy Dee and has lighted a cigarette already, which he takes a long puff of before then stabbing it into the forehead of Billy Dee. The hot ash stains Dee' skin and Billy cries out in pain but duct tape covers his mouth, so the sound is muffled but we can see the look of agony in his eyes. 'The Outlaw' takes an old wooden seat nearby and looks at his victim, before letting out a deep breath and then speaking.

Remember Billy, as soon as Nic Totopoulous says yes to the match, your free to go. But for now, you just have to sit there and take it. I never wanted this to happen, man, but you and your disciples pushed me to it. It's all been waiting for a long time, but finally, It will end at the PPV. But if he doesn't accept, then...

Mills now turns away from Billy and looks back at the camera ready to address it.

Nic, this isnt over. You have until Sunday Mayhem, remember, to give an answer to my proposal. Otherwise, Dee might go bye bye, and it will all end in tears. Please Nicholas, don't make me do that. Do NOT make me do something I...wont regret, but you will. It will haunt you every day in your sleep and be etched forever inside your mind if you are unfortunate enough to not save your 'Second Coming',  Billy Dee. Trust me, the fans want Nic Totopoulous vs Nicky Mills, and I want it as well. So Mayhem will be the deadline. Goodbye. I'll be seeing you real soon.

He then turns around and locks the armoured door with a set of keys, and then walks away from the camera and out of sight, as the scene slowly fades to complete darkness.

The Cargo Strike?

*Note*: These scenes are not witnessed in any way.

The scene resumes back to 'The Venetian' in Las Vegas, Nevada, and the weather has picked up a little and the sun begins to move away from the clouds and shine directly below onto the many tourists and citizens below. Inside the casino however, it has become busy again and the thousands are turning up at the casino's to gamble and generally, have a good time. We look however, back at the sectioned off 'V.I.P' section, where the overweight boss of the Golatti Family is still inside the room. He is sitting down on a leather couch drinking out of a whiskey bottle where suddenly, the silence in the room is overcome by a constant ringing noise, possibly from a cell phone. Robert Colitri pulls it out of his pocket and holding it to his ear, begins to speak into the phone.

Hello. So, what did you find out, Johnny? Something good, I hope. For my sake.

The person on the other line takes a while to talk to the boss of the Golatti family, explaining something to him. Colitri lets a smile escape his face and begins sneering as he takes another drink directly from the whiskey bottle before speaking.

This guy...he thinks he's so damn smart, thinking he can mess with us. Little does he know we have a guy on the inside of his 'family'. Pah!

Alright, I want you to make sure that ship going to the California tomorrow never reaches its destination. I don't care what you have to do, but make sure that ship sinks. We want to have him by the balls. Send your best men to do this one, but make sure it never resurfaces. You hear me? The boat will have every bit of business he has planned, and we want to have it so he doesn't make any profit. Understand me, Johnny. Once this is all over, there will be no more need for worry.

The voice on the other line says something else and then the phone goes dead, as Robert Golatti puts the cell phone back into his pocket, and uses his free hand to take the bottle of whiskey and pull it back towards his lips. When he puts the whiskey bottle down however, the man has a psychotic look painted across his face, his eyes glaring with lust while his nostrils flare up, even though he is not angry. He then says something to himself but out loud.

This will teach the bastard never to mess with Robert Colitri. That name will haunt him forever when he rots in his grave.

He laughs to himself and then proceeds to exit the room in a drunkenly manner, as the scene completely fades out to darkness.

Opening out in the empty sea somewhere near Cuba, a speedboat is quickly making it's way towards American waters. The birds squawking and the hot heavy sun blaring its rays down onto the calm ocean water below, the boat is moving at quite an incredible rate and is not wasting any time. The driver is of ethnic minority but is Cuban and is in his late thirties, wearing a pair of black shades to protect his eyes.

We notice that a large wooden crate is chained down onto the boat so that it doesn't move whatsoever and damage the things inside. The only thing that could be possible about this speedboat is this boat is being used to transport Mills' cargo from Cuba. The boat's engine roars against the calm bright blue waters but suddenly, is rocked by an explosion which narrowingly misses the base of the boat, but hits the back of the boat, which sends it spinning out of control. The driver picks up a weapon which he has tucked under him, and we find this to be a large shotgun, which he holds the butt of the weapon onto his chest to aim it properly.

He looks around but everything is calm, and he see' nothing. His boat' engine has stopped completely, but then he notices a fisherman's boat approaching him, and it gets closer and closer towards his boat. Something comes from the fisherman's boat which goes straight towards the speedboat, and hits the wooden crate, blowing it to pieces and leaving the inside of it scattered everywhere, as the power and packets are now ripped apart and have touched the water surface. The man is ecstatic and begins firing gun shots at the fisherman's boat while shouting curse words. This does not last long because another explosion has completely destroyed the speedboat, and the fisherman is no longer alive as his body is torn apart as a result. The noise has stopped and everything is calm, but the remains of the speedboat and the destroyed cargo remain.