Kidnapper?

Part III

*Note*: The following is not witnessed in any way, shape or form.

A local news broadcast can only be heard as footage of a burning wreck of a speedboat is seen by a news camera.

News Reporter: Police are investigating claims that a speedboat which was travelling to Cuba was reported to have illegal narcotics on the boat itself after claims that the product was being shipped by a notorious crime family. A body was found at the scene and was identified as Roberto Robenga, a Cuban drug dealer that was wanted by the local authorities for drug trafficking. Police have also confirmed that a crate was found but they have not yet identified what was inside the crates. We will bring you more information about this incident as we get more news about it.

The screen then fades to black and the report ends, leaving nothing but a dark screen.

Opening in the unknown abandoned jailhouse, the camera is looking around watching silence. However, the camera is set upon the solitary confinement cell which kidnapped Billy Dee is being held inside. The door is wide open and we can see the man himself chained up to the chair and looking at the camera. He has some fresh cuts on the right side of his face and they are bright red so they are obviously still raw. His left eye is completely closed and the area around it is heavily bruised, and duct tape covers his mouth. A figure is seen in the shadows talking to him, and he is identified as the kidnapper, Nicky Mills. Wearing a pair of sunglasses and street clothes, he begins to speak to Billy.

Nicky Mills: Billy, do you know why we live? I mean, have you ever imagined why we're on this earth? I say we're here to make an impact, to make a lasting impression so we can die and have our names always remembered. People who live uneventful lives are shallow, they have no balls to do what they want to do. Nah, I always wanted to be a wrestler. It was in my blood. And then after I became a legend in this business, I decided to conquer Hollywood.

And I did exactly that. I quit Hollywood however, to focus on professional wrestling. But then I met you Dee, and everything changed. You attacked me from behind, left me in a coma, covered me with my own blood. It's safe to say you made things hard for me, man. But in the end, I won. Nicky Mills won. But the person who is your 'God' turned out to be Nic Totopoulous, a man who I idolized as a child, and a man I held great respect for.

He tried to ruin my entire life, because of something he got into his sick twisted fucking head. Well, now it's time I completed my revenge. But he wont accept the match. He wants to 'terminate' me, but he's too scared to fight me. So I had to do this. This however, is also payback. But you will be taught how it feels to feel the pain you inflicted on me. That's not an act of cowardliness, is it? It's to teach you that your friends are wrong, that they used you to take me out, but you failed. Damn, you failed to destroy me. Didn't you realise that many have tried to kill me? I've been the bull with the target on my chest. But nothing ever came from their attempts. I'm still here, despite the pain and the suffering that's been inflicted upon me. I'm unbreakable.

Dee, do you have anything to say for your actions? I mean, you DO have a say after all.

Nicky walks over to his former enemy and tears the duct tape off his mouth. Billy then turns his head in the direction of Mills.

Billy Dee: Your going to pay for this, Mills! You will be our first victim, whether you like it or not. Your sins will be paid for when you are destroyed.

'The Outlaw' laughs and then taking something from a nearby table, he holds it up in the air. It's a bottle of salt, and Dee's eyes widen in horror before Nicky pours the entire content of it over Billy' wounds. The superstar begins screaming in agony. Mills grins sadistically and shakes his head.

Asshole. That was nothing compared to those chair shots. And you cry like a woman? Man, no wonder you didnt stand a chance against me. Because you cant say anything constructive, you don't get to speak at all.

Mills proceeds to put the duct tape back over his mouth to silence him, while Billy is still writhing in pain. Nicky walks out of the room and looking at the camera, begins to speak.

Nic, the time is ticking. Have you made your mind up yet? I hope you have. You better have, because if you dont make the right decisions, Dee is in grave danger. Face me like a man instead of hiding. But I just have to address a certain somebody.

Eric Baxter, dont even bother saying a word. In fact, dont even come to Mayhem. Trust me, it'll be better on you when I take out both you and this One Winged Angel fool, otherwise known as Jeremy Cundiff, the dope smoking wrestler. Eric, I grow more bored of you and your constant changing opinion of me. First, you gave me your support against the Gods Disciples, which I don't need, especially the help of someone who is of absolute no use to me. Then when I tell the truth about you, you blow a fuse and say that Nicky Mills doesnt deserve a match with someone as 'great' as Nic Totopoulous. What business does someone as stupid and as boring as you? If your not part of the solution, your part of the problem, and that will make me tear you apart limb from limb. I'll be sending a message to Nic, and in order to do that, you and Angel will be made an example of.

And what's even more funnier, is that you take a clear insult and turn it into a compliment. When I referred to your promo's as a sermon, they mean that you bore people with your long monologue's and your attempts to judge other people with them. What I didnt mean is that you entertain the viewers, which you dont. Actually, you make people shake their heads in disgust at the lack of brains in TnT Wrestling.  But then you said something and I almost bust a gut in laughing AT you. I quote, "It's like trying to insult Keanu Reaves for being a boring, moni-tone actor."

Wait a minute, moron, that's the complete opposite of being an actor. Keanu Reaves is a boring moni tone actor but he tries to be serious. Key word, tries! Just like you try to entertain people with your trashtalk, which probably any cocky kid could spout off if they were provoked. Hell, then you add your achievements to that and try play me down. Eric, Gravedigger, Blader Skum, you never were anything. I know you've forgotten this, but when you were with Sean Segrada and myself, known as the Revolution, along with Cosmos, we only had you in it because back then, we needed another number.

Someone who could be manipulated. Just like your friendship with Jonny Fly. Anything he told you to do, you did it. So basically, you were his bitch. Damn, it was so pathetic to see. You trying to be a corporate guinea pig for TnT, how funny was that? And please, dont call me a ten year old, when the fact that for someone who's supposed to be hot shit, you dont really do anything except talk. But maybe I'm wrong here. Maybe, just maybe, you'll prove your worth and I can hold some respect for you.

Do I care your a hall of famer? No. Do I care you have held all the titles in TnT? No. So overall, do I really give a shit about you? Nope. So in the end, your not even worth discussing. But since you've tried to insult me, I'll just keep shooting you down until you give up. Hey, it's fun to humiliate someone who couldnt even beat Big Boss. Oh, and dont try play down the fact that you injured Nic Totopoulous. I can remember it clearly. You put him at risk with your bullshit wrestling skills. Please, get a new day job. Shawn Showtime was nothing compared to me. But let's leave this to Sunday Mayhem, where I'll show you EXACTLY what I'll do.

Now we come to the 'One Winged Angel' known as Jeremy Cundiff. Jeremy, what happened to you? You used to be cool. I mean, the days where we kicked ass and you were a fun person. But now, your one of those philosophical assholes who rants about how and why we live. If I wanted to hear that, I'd ask Eric Baxter, not you. Damn, I cant believe you've changed. Hitting Andrea? Oh, what a mean feat. 10 Minute Major has something to be pissed about, but Christ, what the fuck are you supposed to be? And beating up thugs in the street. Is that supposed to make you a threat? Nah.

Your the LEAST most threatening person. I know that your trying to find a new identity, but this isn't working. And the past does matter, because I made your life a living hell for a long time. I fucked Andrea and put it on a video for you to watch over and over again, I almost ended your career with a shovel assault, and I beat you around so bad you always had to smoke a bong to ease the pain. Now THAT, my friend, is the past we share. Friendship doesnt matter now, because your different. So let's see what this new Cundiff is all about, hm? Mayhem will be the beginning of the end for Nic Totopoulous, but in order to do that, I have to show him what he got himself into. So unfortunately, Angel and Baxter, you two are my opponents.

That's all for now, folks. I'll see you around.

Nicky walks out of the room and shutting it behind him, locks the door behind him. He proceeds to walk away and his footsteps echo against the emptiness as the scene slowly fades to darkness.

The Reaction

*Note*: The following is not witnessed at all in any way, shape or form.

Just after the camera has switched off, two figures are seen standing opposite Mills watching the interview, as Nicky realizes who they are, and walks over to them, puffing on a Cuban cigar he has in his hand. The two figures are 'The Baron' and 'Smith', names to protect their identification. They are dressed in street clothes but cover their faces with baseball caps along with hoods so that nobody can see them. Mills notices that they are both quiet and have solemn faces, and knows something is wrong. Looking to both of them, he speaks up.

Why the sad faces, guys?

The two figures turn their heads towards each other and then back to Nicky.

'Smith': I think you had better tell him, Baron.

Tell me what? What's going on?

'Smith' looks sad and lets out a sigh. The figure walks over to Mills and looking him in the eyes, begins to speak.

'The Baron': Listen, it's happened. The Golatti's attacked yesterday.

Nicky looks at him and his smile fades and now turns to confusion.

Oh great. What did they do now?

I'm afraid we have someone in our organisation that's a traitor, Mills.

Well, what makes you say that?

'The Baron' takes a deep breath before continuing to address Nicky, his eyes full of sadness.

They found Frankie Chianella dead at eight o clock this morning in an alleyway. Someone must have told him that he was working for us.

'The Outlaw' looks at him with disbelief and he buries his face in his hands.

Fuck... Oh goddamn it.

But there's worse news than that.

Worse than a guy that I could use in that family found out and killed? No, nothing could be worse. Makes it harder for us.

Nicky, they found out what we were doing.

Mills stops all movement and his body freezes. He then looks at 'The Baron' with a cold stare, something has slipped in his mind and he is obviously now concerned.

What do you mean?

Our shipment. Those bastards blew it up. It's all gone. The crate's blown to shit and the cops are all over it. They knew how we were transporting it, Mills. Your dealer is dead as well.

Suddenly, in a burst of rage, Nicky picks up a nearby chair and throws it across the hallway, smashing it into pieces. He turns back to the two men and his face has turned into one of absolute rage. Never has he been so angry before in his life, his breathing becomes heavy and he clenches his right fist into a ball and slams it into a table, putting a hole right through it.

MOTHERFUCKERS! THOSE FUCKING BASTARDS! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH WE WERE TRANSPORTING?! THAT COST ME FIVE MILLION DOLLARS! ALL GONE! GONE! AND ALL BECAUSE OF THAT DAMN GOLATTI PRICK!

Mills, I...

THAT'S IT! NO MORE! THESE FUCKS ARE GOING TO FUCKING PAY! ALL OF THEM! DEAD! THIS IS WAR! I'LL NUKE THOSE BASTARDS INTO THE GROUND!

Nicky, we cant go to war. Not now. We wont stand a chance.

FUCK THEM! LET'S SHOW THEM WHO THEY'RE FUCKING WITH! NICKY MILLS! NICKY MILLS, DAMNIT!

Nicky takes a few deep breaths and calms himself down before turning back to the two figures, who are taken aback by their boss' violent rage.

Smith, you come with me. Let's go to Las Vegas and take them down. Those Golatti's will never ever see it coming. Attack their casino, shoot the shit into every bastard they have, and most importantly, take out Robert Colitri. This stays between us three. Make sure that whoever is snaking for them wont get the information. Baron, I want you to get some of our family boys to go down to the other families and send them messages. Blow their shit to hell, you know? Soldiers and stuff like that. But the most important is that the Golatti's casino comes crashing down. You have any idea where it is?

It's called 'The Venetian', I think. Mills, let's take them out with everything we have. Go grab some weapons, take a helicopter there and blow them to shit. Better yet, do it in the morning, when there aren't any innocent bystanders, just all their goons and Colatri.

Exactly. Hey Baron, this will just be like New York, only, nastier. Let's go, guys. We'll take my plane back to California to load up.

'Smith' smiles and Nicky nods his head as he walks out, while the other two men follow. The scene slowly fades to black.

Preparing for War

Hours later, and we're in the sunny district of California, home to one of the mansions owned by 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills. We're currently looking at large dark basement which is currently not lit, and two men are standing there with the door wide open, staring into it. 'Smith', one of the men, turns to Mills with a look of absolute confusion, not understanding why he doesn't switch on the light. Mills smiles and turns to him to speak.

Nicky is dressed with a black mask over his face with the eyes, nose and mouth cut out so he can see and breathe, and is wearing black clothing, a tee shirt and denim jeans. 'Smith' is dressed in the same way as Mills is.

I loaded myself up after New York.

What happened in New York?

Nothing that concerns you. But I decided to load myself up just in case anything like it happened again.

Um, well what's Baron got to do with it?

Oh, he wasn't involved, but a friend of his was.

Well, why don't you get this 'friend' of his into this thing? More help could be good.

Nicky smiles to himself and sighs before speaking again to 'Smith'.

Because I don't have a clue where he is, that's why. He disappeared a while ago. Look, that's not important right now. But here is everything you could possibly ever want. Brace up, because we'll be walking right into hell.

'The Outlaw' switches on the light to reveal the biggest library of weapons ever seen by a normal human being. AK47's, M4's, Rocket Launchers, Shotguns, and all kinds of other weapons are on show . 'Smith' looks totally surprised by what he sees, and whistles in satisfaction. He begins laughing while Nicky smiles and walks into the room, and looks around for weapons. 'Smith' meanwhile, puts on some bullet proof armour under his tee shirt and finds his perfect weapon, which looks to be a samurai sword, along with a holster for putting it on and a strap to put it on his back. Mills looks at 'Smith' admiring the sword and laughs, shaking his head.

Hey man, you are shitting me. This aint Japan, moron. This is America, and everyone has guns. What you gonna do, bat the bullets away?

I've hated guns ever since I got shot with them. So, this is more me than just some bullet splattering gun. This, Nicholas, does damage.

Ugh, fuck, whatever. Just you gotta have my back in this one. They'll be coming at us fast.

'Smith' tests out the weapon by aiming it and swinging it, and then puts it in the holster and straps it to his back. He looks at Mills with a look of seriousness, who is loading up the M4 and putting as much ammunition in his pocket as he possibly can. The room becomes sombre while 'Smith' begins to speak.

Nicky, you know we could die in there. This could be it for us. I mean, these guys want us to die. I've fought guys with guns before, but this is big. Mafia? Man, I don't know...

Smith...?

What?

Those morons wont stand a chance. And if I die, I want it to be in something like this. Fun, exciting, and all that bullshit. Trust me, the Golatti's think that they'll attack first. They want my reaction, and they're going to get it.

Man, if I die, I want you to do me a favour.

Fuck man, listen to you. Die? Pah. I'd rather take a load of people with me than die.

Tell...you know, that I'm sorry. You know, for not telling him...

Don't worry. But I wouldn't worry, not if your going into a battle with these Mafia goons anyway.

Nicky loads up the M4 packed with bullets and gets the feel of it by aiming it and such before 'The Baron' appears in the doorway and shoots a glare towards Mills.

I don't approve of this, not like last time, but if it has to happen, it's got to happen. Just come back alive, will you?

I'm not gonna let some Mafia goon kill me, especially not the Golatti's.

Get this, Mills. The casino has a lot of money inside. Wanna know how much?

I bet your going to tell me, right?

Slowly walking over to him, 'The Baron' whisper into his ear. Nicky's eyes widen and a large grin spreads across his face and he looks him in the eye and grins.

Where is it kept?

Inside the safe. The security is basically all the goons and some camera's and stuff like that.

Is it traceable?

Mills, they'll all be dead, so that isn't an issue. And the cops will assume this was all a robbery.

Okay. We'll blow the safe up while we're at it then. Send some guys over to take it out and load it into their helicopter.

'Smith' looks horrified when Mills says this and he gulps slowly while Nicky notices him doing this and looks at him in disgust.

What's with you? You don't like heights?

You didn't have to ask.

We cant get traced in a helicopter. We can in a plane, and we can land a helicopter on the top of their casino so we can go right in. Just remember, don't look down.

Damn, I hate you right about now.

Yeah? Keep that in your head. But channel that hate towards the bad guys.

The cell phone of 'The Baron' begins to ring loudly for everyone to hear, as he picks up the cell phone and flipping it open, holds it to his ear.

Yeah?

Speaking into the phone, the caller has obviously told him something brief as 'The Baron' folds back up the phone and inserts it back into his pocket.

The men are in place. And I'll send for some guys to rob the bank while your shooting up the Golatti's.

It's time.

Oh man...this is it.

Don't pussy out on me now, Smith. Let's go and wipe these fools off the face of the earth.

Mills checks his pockets and such and then quickly runs up the steps and out of sight, while 'Smith' follows. 'The Baron' looks at the large library of weapons before exiting the room itself, and switching off the basement, as the scene fades to darkness.