'What Now?'

After years of one of the greatest careers in professional wrestling, Nicky Mills is dead.

It's thought to be murder. Nobody knows for sure what happened or why, but the wrestling world has been silent ever since. Tributes have poured in for the wrestler and everyone is trying to figure it out. What, when and why?

The man was suspected to be involved in shady deals, including narcotics deals and murder. Yes, we know that Mills was responsible for the death of the entire Lunacchio Family with Jonny Fly, his former Dynasty partner. We all know that Nicky was responsible for the terrorist attack on the bus at the Skydome, now known as the Rogers Centre. And very recently, the Venetian casino was robbed of eighty million dollars including six million dollars which Robert Colitri, the head of the Golatti Family, had in his bank account. Not only was nearly every soldier of the organisation killed, but the boss faced a grim death himself.

Nicky Mills was one of the richest wrestlers in the world. His ego however, destroyed him in the end. Wrestling wasn't enough for him. He had to go further into the drugs business. Ever since his brother was murdered by two corrupt CIA agents working for the Lunacchio's, his passion for revenge grew. Mills was a legend in the wrestling world, which feuds with Jeremy Cundiff, Minds Eye, Michael Edwards, Jimmy Vetalo, Rollin Thunder, and such other superstars brought him further into the plate.

Two TNT World Heavyweight titles under his belt.

He died as the Eurasian champion, never losing the championship.

And his legacy will be remembered forever. Now he can finally rest in peace.

But his mark on the world will never be forgotten. Wrestlers today will always try to surpass the Mills legend. And no matter how many times he lost or won, he was always a legend. His enemys knew they had lost to him. Just look at the High Rollers. They tried to stop his legacy, and bury him, and what happened? They ended up going to the UWA. Mills used them as their pawns. One of the greatest moments in wrestling was him revealing what happened backstage with them. That once, he owned both TNT Wrestling and the United Wrestling Alliance. No wrestler or person has ever done that in their career.

Doc Placebo, Rilo, Kevin Cosmos, Jeremy Cundiff, X Kalibur, Q Ball, Steve Xtreme, Dave Helms, and even Big Boss have always tried to surpass Mills inside the ring. 'The Outlaw' was a man who never gave up no matter what was placed in front of him. Now he's dead, and the world is mourning his loss. They took him for granted by hating him, but the UWA tribute put it best.

"Past the politics and controversy, he was at entertainer at heart"

The scene opens at an morgue, although the location of the site is unknown. Looking directly at the room where two workers at the morgue are looking down at a large metallic table with wheels inserted under the legs, a light green sheet covers what looks like to be a body, as the feet of the person is hanging from the table. The room is almost empty and is full of equipment used to study the bodies. Two men in suits then enter the room and flash their badges at the workers, and the badges contain identification cards with 'FBI' printed on them. The police officers are the same people that were from the crime scene, Agent Carling and Agent Johnson. Johnson is the medium built coloured man while Carling is small with a crew-cut which is blonde.

Worker #1:

Your here to see the body, I take it.

Agent Johnson:

I'm Agent Johnson, and my partner is Agent Carling.

Agent Carling:

 So...show us.

Worker #2:

Alright. I must warn you, it's not a pretty sight.

We've seen the body. We just need to take a few notes.

And we have one of his relatives outside. Well... a friend. His family seems to be dead.

Worker #2: Oh...um, I see. That's horrible.

He wasn't the friendliest of people, that's for sure. He hated us with a passion.

You knew this man?

Agent Johnson shoots his partner a shocked look, possibly not knowing this until now.

Yes.

What?! Wait a second, you didn't think to tell me?

You never asked. And it's not a big deal. I arrested him a while ago for the Skydome bombing, but he cut some deal with the CIA so they released him on the charges.

But your FBI.

I was an agent of the CIA before I was demoted here.

Demoted? What for?

That I don't share. And don't push me on it either.

Okay, okay. Sheesh... alright sir, can you show us the body?

The worker then lifts the sheet up and reveals the body of Nicky Mills. A large bullet wound is noticed where he was shot dead. Surprisingly, his lips are seen in a smiling position. Did he await death?

Dear god...so you have run your DNA tests and everything to identify him?

Yes. We can positively identify this man as Nicky Mills.

I guess we can close the book on the Skydome stuff then. The press are going to have a field day with this. I think we should arrest Michael Wilson. He gave a full confession live on air, so we have enough to finally reveal the truth to this case.

We can't.

What? Why?

Because the CIA already had a suspect, and he's dead. As far as everyone is concerned, Stryker was responsible.

You are referring to Thomas Mills, this man's brother?

Uh huh. His nickname was Stryker. He was a paedophile and that's what his victims used to call him.

That's fucking disgusting. So...?

He's dead. And that's their person. Mills, on the other hand, was released without charge. And that case is closed. So whatever Michael says now is just slander.

But everyone knows it's the truth!

It aint my problem anymore. Anyway, this looks just like someone had a problem with him and killed him for it. After all, he WAS  a pretty controversial person.

Obviously. And we have some informers that tell us he was pretty inside organized crime. Of coarse, the evidence is pretty much shot to shit now.

Who the hell WAS this guy, apart from being a wrestler?

He's meant to have been the head of his own family. He got into narcotics and everything. But we don't know how involved he was. We just know bits and pieces.

I guess he had a lot of enemies then.

Ahem, are you gentlemen done?

The other worker prepares to lift the sheet back over Mills but Agent Carling stops him.

We still have his friend waiting outside. He wants to see him.

Alright. Bring him in.

Walking out of the room, moments pass and then the officers return, but with the 'friend' of Nicky Mills, which is his former tag team partner and best friend, Jeremy Cundiff. Cundiff looks generally upset by the news of his death and he looks like a mess.

Jeremy Cundiff: So are you any closer to finding the bastard who did this?

Sorry. Nothing as of yet.

Ugh, typical. While everyone tries to move on with their miserable goddamn lives, a man I knew and treated like a brother is dead. Yeah, thanks a lot, assholes.

Hey! We're not supposed to solve this crime by the click of fingers, you know.

Fuck off.

Enough! That's him...

Cundiff walks over to the table and looks down to see his best friend. The room is silent while Cundiff lowers his head and the officers turn around and so do the workers. After they do this, Jeremy speaks up, but his voice is hoarse and full of emotion.

Leave.

We can't do tha...

I SAID LEAVE!

We're not allowed to leave the...

Just as he finishes the sentence, Jeremy picks up a nearby stand with body equipment and hurls it towards the officers. It narrowingly misses them. Agent Johnson looks taken aback and then lunges at the direction of Jeremy, but his partner restrains him. Carling and Johnson then walk outside the door while Cundiff is left with his best friend. The room becomes silence but the sobbing of Jeremy can be heard.

Mills... I'm so sorry.

Cundiff places a hand on Mills' chest and begins to speak.

Who did this to you? I know you were into some heavy shit, but this doesn't make sense. You were too careful, man. And these pricks may not give a shit, but I do. You helped me see sense, even when it cost you your reputation. I guess Christian finally understands now. And when you died, TNT seems to have died with you. It's in such a bad place now. I know Kent manipulated you, but you still had a voice. And that made you realize that something was about to happen. But whoever did this... Whatever stinking piece of shit pulled the trigger... they followed you to that boathouse, or you thought they were your friend.

A tear runs down Jeremy's face as he breaks down and kneels beside the body. After a while, Cundiff begins to speak again.

Nicky... we've loved and hated each other. We've been through everything together. Do you remember the first time you smoked a doobie and went down L.A towards the hood? I remember the first time you stepped into my car to talk to me...

Jeremy is sitting in his car, rolling up a joint. He looks through the already cloudy windshield. A very nice looking limousine and Nicky Mills slowly steps out. Cundiff blinks his headlights, motioning for Mills to join him. Nicky slowly climbs into the passenger seat.

"New floor mats...smells good, save that pot...no trash...hey! You've got a radio!"

"I don't have the guts to get a new car, so..."

Everything remains silent for a second.

"Well...I guess this is the last time I'll get to talk to you..."

"And that's probably a good thing."

Nicky chuckles for a while, but Jeremy remains stone-faced. He takes the freshly rolled joint from his pocket, and hides it in his hand.

"Seriously, man...will you be there for our match?"

"Yes. I will be there for our match. I've got a score or two to settle, man. Mike Wilson needs to have his head knocked off his shoulders."

"What about Dee? This has me worried..."

"Man, you KNOW I won't let him embarrass us on TNT television!"

"Nicky, seriously...I know this'll be the last time we get to hang out for a while, so..."

Jeremy reveals the fat joint he had rolled.

"I told you..."

"Come on, you promised me. Remember? I did that one party for you?"

We flashback to a large room, possibly a ballroom, being occupied with lots of people. A stage is set up and some jazz is being played for the guests as a buffet is also set up, and many of the guests are taking food and putting it onto their plates. Nicky is standing in the room talking to some of the celebrities he invited to this tuxedo only party, telling from everyone wearing tuxedos. Nicky is at the bar talking to Halle Berry, and the two seem to be flirting with each other.

"I don't know what was so bad about Catwoman though. You did alright."

"Thanks. I really like you, you know..."

"How about we hook up later on?"

Halle starts laughing and whispers into his ear.

"Damn! Your one dirty girl, you know!"

"I'll catch up with you later, Nicky. And if things go well, you'll be my Batman."

She walks away and then none other than Quentin Tarrantino walks up to the bar, and the two men hug in greeting as the two begin talking.

"Hey! Long time no see, Quentin."

"Yeah, you too, man."

"How's the movie stuff going?"

"I've been working on projects here and there. I was wondering if I could talk to you about something."

"What's that?"

"I have an upcoming project and I was wondering if you'd like a role in it."

"Yeah, that sounds cool. I'd..."

Suddenly, a loud shout can be heard as none other than Jeremy Cundiff stumbles into the room, and everyone turns to stare at him. Completely full of alcohol, he is wearing a tee shirt with a picture of a tuxedo, which is covered by an open blazer jacket and a pair of black denim jeans.

"Aw, shit."

Cundiff staggers across the room towards the bar where everyone are going back to their business, but eyes are still glaring at the drunken Jeremy, who swaggers to the bar and almost falls on Quentin, who barely moves out of the way.

"Is this your wrestling partner?"

"Quentin Tarantiono? Dude...I've got to talk to you, man. It's fuckin' serious."

"Uhh, I don't think that's a good idea, man. You're wasted."

Nicky goes to drag his partner away but Jeremy pulls away and then a horrified Quentin is still looking at him, as Cundiff begins speaking.

"I killed Bill, you bastard! Yeah! Not that bitch...I did! I've got the five inch heart exploding technique, motherfucker!"

Cundiff goes to imitate it but he then falls down to the ground and looks to have passed out, as everyone turns to look. Nicky has his face buried in his hands, as he looks at Quentin, who is now embarrassed.

"I apologize. My good friend still thinks it's the 1960's, and that Jimmy Hendrix is still alive and kicking."

"You were so embarrassing...I dont think he'll give me that movie part now, thanks to your dumbass."

"It's just you, and me. Come on. Try it..."

"You only live once...gimme the fuckin' doob."

Ten minutes have elapsed...the smoke is coming out the windows. Nicky is holding the roach clips, laughing like crazy.

"OH MY GOD! He did WHAT, now?"

"He shit his pants right in the middle of Bob Evans! Right by the checkout!"

Nicky's giggling and laughing get even more out of control. He hands off the roach clips, laughing even more. Jeremy takes a big hit, and that's all she-roach.

"I still can't believe Gavin did that..."

"Well, he was stoned and had the flu."

Nicky sits still for a minute...

"I'm fucking hungry, man. Where's there some good food?"

"There is a White Castle in town...we'll hit that."

"Okay...what the hell do they serve?"

Jeremy squeals into the parking lot and through the drive-thru lane. An old man is sitting in the middle, obviously not ordering food.

"What the hell? HEY! Move! We're high as fuck and WE WANT WHITE CASTLE!"

"YEAH! We're hungry, you bitch! Move it before we drive this Honda up your ass!"

"Oh my God! Nicky, that's..."

"BILL CLINTON?"

Sure enough, it is the man himself. He sticks his head out the window, smoke billowing out. He smiles, and pulls away. Jeremy and Nicky look, staring with jaws dropped. A twenty-something woman pops up from the front seats. Bill drives off, squealing the tires and emitting a loud rebel yell. Jeremy and Nicky continue to stare jaws dropped and eyes glazed.

"No. Fucking. Way."

"Let's follow him, dude!"

"Fuck that, let's get food."

They sit, still halfway into the drive-thru lane. Jeremy pulls out all of a sudden, and speeds out the White Castle exit.

"Where are we going?"

"Following him."

Jeremy begins to fly on the four-lane, passing cars and sliding in and out of traffic. He pulls off without warning, and slows down.

"Jeremy...I see fences, graffiti, used needles, and 22 caliber shells. Where are we?"

"Uh...I think we in the hood, yo."

"Hell yeah! I've always wanted to do this..."

Nicky begins flipping through some CDs, and then cranks the window down and the music up. The song? 'Drop It Like It's Hot' by Snoop Dog and Pharrell. He grabs Jeremy's hat and sticks it on sideways. He leans out the window, and starts yelling.

"You want to die, man?"

"Turn that shit up, nigga! Thugs rollin' up in this bitch!"

A few gangstas (probably selling dope, judging by their obvious sidearms) catch attention of the two in the car.

"Watch this..."

"NO! Dude!"

"YO! NIGGAZ! Y'all better recognize a TRUE PLAYA! Y'all niggaz ain't SHIT! Got no GAME, BITCH!"

Jeremy grimaces as he hears the thugs running towards the car.

"I'm gonna get shot, I'm gonna get shot, I'm gonna get shot..."

"Relax! We'll be f..."

BOOM. A bullet whizzes right by the car. Jeremy immediately slams the gas pedal down as hard as he can.

"I'm going to shoot back..."

"FUCK THAT! We're just going to go to the strip club..."

"Pussy."

Jeremy has stepped on the gas and the 'hood' gangsters are shouting abuse as they step into their modified cars and begin roaring towards the old car that Cundiff has. Nicky meanwhile, is stoned out of his mind, and pulls out a pistol he has in his hand and leaning out of his passenger window, begins firing at the gangsters modified cars.

Yo Yo Yo! Your all a buncha niggers, nigga! I'll pop caps in yo asses, foo's!

The gangsters fire back out of their windows with machine guns and all of them barely miss Mills, who is having the time of his life, while Jeremy is trying to lose them.

Man, stop taunting them! Your going to get us killed!

I'M A PLAYER! YEAH, YOU HEARD ME! I'M A GRADE A YAY POPPIN PLAYER!

The gangsters rev up beside them and rams Jeremy's car, which almost spins out of control, but manages to sustain the speed it's going at. As they reach a long road, a police cruiser notices what's going on and turns his siren on.

Oh jesus...THANKS, MAN! We're going to get busted thanks to your dumb ass! And we're stoned out of our minds!

Soon, the gangsters back off because of the police and U turn back to their neighbourhood, while Jeremy pulls over onto a sidewalk. The officer stops his cruiser and steps out of the car, as he approaches the car.

Police Officer: Evening, gentlemen. Been drinking?

Nicky starts giggling like a schoolgirl and Jeremy answers the police officer.

No, sir. Just on the way to the motel...

Hey Jeremy, I thought up a good joke. Ready?

Not now, man.

Dude...what do you call it when a vampire finds a bloody tampon?

Jeremy shakes his head and the officer remains calm, still staring at Jeremy.

 TEA TIME!

Nicky laughs uncontrollably, Jeremy hangs his head, and the officer...begins to laugh as well.

Aight guys. I'll leave you to it. Drive home safe...

The officer leaves and Nicky begins laughing as the officer drives away, and then Jeremy starts the car and drives away as well. Cundiff turns to Mills while driving, who is staring out of the window.

I think he knew we were stoned.

Maybe he had a dildo up his ass.

What? Maybe you getting stoned wasnt such a good idea.

Shut up, you donkey raping ass kissing blow smoking weed drinking nigger!

Listen, you racist bastard, shut up, before...

Cundiff's car is suddenly surrounded by...the gangsters from before, only they've brought backup. Nicky looks out of the window and he pulls out his gun again and begins shouting at them.

THIS TIME, I'M GONNA KILL Y'ALL LIKE TUPAC! YOUR ALL GONNA END UP LIKE THAT FOO!

Oh...Christ...not now. For the love of god...no...

The cars occupants all point their guns at Cundiff's car and begin shouting death threats, while Nicky is taunting them to fire. However, something Nicky pulls out of his pocket, and the drivers all look stunned as Nicky throws it into one of the drivers car, and the whole car fills up with smoke, as the other drivers back away as well to check on that one car. It seems that Mills threw a smoke grenade into the car, and Jeremy's car drives off into the distance.

What the hell?! How did you get that?

Stole it.

From?

That cop. He was such a doody head. Wheeeeee....

Okay, let's head to that strip club, can we?

Speeding away, the flashback ends abruptly.

Cundiff begins laughing to himself remembering what happened but he is crying at the same time. Standing up, he looks down at his partner and his hand then turns into a fist.

You were always there for me, no matter what. We hated each other, but we liked each other. And I couldn't ask for anything more retarded than what we had. But now your dead... and I swear to god, I won't let this die. Whoever killed you is going to die a slow and painful death at my hands. You were so hated, and yet so loved. And for that, Mills, and for everything you teached me about the wrestling business and life...I thank you.

Goodbye...my old friend.

Jeremy wipes the tears away from his eyes and walks away from the table and out of the room, but stops and turns to the agents who are staring at him and flips them with a middle finger. He then makes his way out with laughter at what he did and walks out of the room and down the hallway, but we hear him whisper as he looks up and pounds his chest and points it towards the ceiling, which is another sign for 'heaven'. The scene then fades to darkness.