Illy Mustafa is walking down the aisle of a video rental store searching through the endless list of film titles. He is dressed in dirty black clothes and looks as though he hasn’t shaved in weeks. The films are disorganized with newly released films being mixed with all time classics showing the lack of interest from the lazy sixteen year old boy that is working there. Mustafa stops in his tracks for a moment and then picks up the “High School Musical 3” DVD. He looks at the front cover with a look of contempt and then turns it over to admire the back.
“As a kid there were only a few number of things that interested me. The other kids would be playing the new “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” video game or even be out in the street rolling down the hills on their fancy skateboards that their parents bought for them. I had no interest in doing anything like that, it was boring to me. I couldn't relate to that kind of entertainment. There were only two things that I found fascinating; pro wrestling and movies. I wanted to be an action hero, and in a way I guess I was able to become that but then along came you Kenny Dior. You were like the thorn in my side, never giving up an opportunity to try and get yourself over on my name.” Illy puts the DVD back on the shelf and turns his back to it.
“You wouldn’t let me enjoy the two things I loved the most. You told the world that there was only room for one of them in my life and that I had to choose between one or the other, despite my promises that I could do both. I can't begin to tell you how irritating having some douche bag telling the whole world about your personal life and what you should or should not do was. But the worst part of all that Kenny was that you got inside my head, you got me thinking and doubting myself like you wanted. I give you credit for that Kenny, you are a lot smarter than you look. I thought about everything; I thought about the possibilities in Hollywood that I had, I thought about all the advertising jobs I could make a living from, and most of all I thought about my physical well being which led to me deciding to call it quits. I decided to step away from one of my dreams to pursue another. When I retired I wanted it to be on my terms, I wanted my fans to take comfort in the fact that it would be my choice and not the choice of Jimmy Duxen who has already forced Heady Headliner, John Slider, and Jesse Hash out of the company. I wanted it to be on my terms but you just couldn’t let that happen Kenny, you jumped me from behind and you made sure that I didn’t have a choice." Illy closes his eyes tight for a moment whilst gritting his teeth, thinking about what has happened between himself and Dior. When Illy's eyes reopen they seem glazed over with glassy rage.
"You ruined my life Dior. You don't know the impact all of this has had on me. The producers in Hollywood know that I’m no actor and that I’m only a wrestler, but I’m a pretty popular wrestler that is considered an almost hero like figure to millions of people all over the world. It doesn't matter if you don't have an ounce of talent in Hollywood if you are already known world wide Kenny, but the problem was that when you drove me head first into that steel ramp and ended my career they lost interest in me. I couldn’t wrestle anymore, hell, I could barely write my own name and from their point of view; the longer I’m off television, the more my stock falls. They were interested in exploiting my popularity in pro wrestling to increase the chance of a massively successful box office release as well as big DVD sales and such, but once I didn’t have pro wrestling any more they kicked me to the curb. They told me that they found somebody else and my offer was no longer on the table. You not only took away my pro wrestling career Kenny but you ruined all chances of me making a living in the only other thing I love.” Illy reaches deep into his pocket for a moment and then pulls out several pieces of card. He lifts them up and reads them to himself, flicking each one to the floor when he’s done.
“Each of the chapters in my wrestling career has had a particular story that gave me the words that I could use against my opponent so I can sell tickets and make my money. With Harrison Hughes it was easy; it was a story against the corporate suit that was in charge. Easy. With John Slider it was simple; he betrayed me as a friend and now I wanted vengeance. With Duxen there was no explanation necessary because it was good versus evil. But with you Dior, I haven’t been able to find the words. I’ve been sitting at home for weeks with my pen and my paper trying to script a speech for my fans, but I have nothing Kenny. Nothing at all. Each word I’ve written on these cards do not do any justice in describing what I am feeling and what I want to do to you. I guess in a way that’s what the story is Kenny. The things that I am going to do to you can’t be scripted on to a piece of paper. Not even the mind can begin to fathom the things that I am going to do to you in two weeks time. I am going to make you pay for every single thing you have cost me.” Illy turns towards the shelves and browses through until he gets to “The Godfather”. Illy picks it out and holds it out in front of him with a look of inspiration.
“The Godfather is a movie that is considered one of the all time greats. When I was growing up THIS was the standard that everything else was compared to. Michael Jordan was The Godfather of basketball. Babe Ruth was The Godfather of baseball. Jim Thorpe was The Godfather of football. I've been thinking a lot about my career lately Kenny and I have come to the conclusion that Illy Mustafa is The Godfather of pro wrestling. I have beaten everybody there is to beat and I am the first person to win the biggest prize in pro wrestling multiple times. I have been down and out only to find a way back to my feet and stand tall at the end. But the funny thing about The Godfather Kenny is that it is the sequel that is considered better than it. It is one of the rare times where the sequel is better than the original. That takes that something special doesn’t it?" Illy places the film back on to the shelf and scouts for the sequel. Once he finds it he takes it and moves his hand up and down signaling that this is the one he wants.
"You wanted me in the ring Kenny and now you’ve got it. Good luck to you Kenny but just know that you aren’t facing the same Illy Mustafa that fought Harrison Hughes, Jimmy Duxen, and John Slider, no. You are facing somebody that is even better than that. A man that has absolutely nothing else in his life so nothing to lose. There’s only one place that has accepted me no matter what I did Kenny; Headline Pro Wrestling. HPW is my home and you tried to evict me when you dropped me on my head. This Sunday I'm going to take back MY house and prove to the world that what I have been saying has been true all along; you have no business being in the ring with me or anybody else on my level. Once I am done with you Kenny, nobody is going to be interested in giving you the time of day and you’ll be back in the opening match battling Nacido where you belong. I am going to take everything away from you Kenny, just like you did to me.” Illy walks over to the counter to take out "The Godfather: Part II" and leaves, making sure he flips his hood back on to hide his head in the darkness.
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