Nirvana, seemingly overnight they became a household name. "Smells Like Teen Spirit," their biggest success, and also regarded as one of the most influential music videos and songs ever. They rode high on the roller coaster of fame, releasing great song after great song. Nevermind, the album that included Teen Spirit, was only one of three Nirvana albums to be rated one of the 500 greatest of all time by Rolling Stone Magazine. These guys brought their genre of music into the mainstream and took over the industry, and still do so today. But I think you know how this story ends, for it was never much of a happy one for Kurt Cobain as it was for Krist Novoselic and Dave Grohl. It was a journey of things nobody wants to experience, with a conclusion that nobody wants to reach.

You see Kurt Cobain, despite the millions of dollars, worldwide acclaim, and a child that he was proud of, was never happy. Why though? Why couldn't Kurt Cobain be happy with all of this? Perhaps because the drugs? Depression? He could have had a major chemical imbalance that nobody bothered to check. He left behind a wife and kid voluntarily, blowing himself away with a single bullet, ending it all right there. He tried to kill himself before that too, mixing toxins that i'm afraid to even talking about because that's just how messed up it all was. Why take your own life? Especially when such good things are happening to you? Well, Cobain's reasoning is pretty simple, because he wasn't happy.

*The EFW cameraman then zooms out from the Nirvana story and back to Dusty J, who is still looking at the display. Greg Dixson by now is out of sight, probably went to get a hot dog or something.*

You know something Mike Bly...Kurt Cobain and you, you're not so different. You get all this great success and all the accolades, yet for some reason you always cease to be happy, always trying to bring pity to yourself, trying to be the underdog. Hell Bly, you've seen the polls, the boys in the back, they don't want Dusty J as EFW Worlds Champion anymore, they don't want The Main Event in the main event, and that's fine with me, their opinion doesn't matter, it's all about the people. You however, I saw what you said, claiming to be "tired of getting walked all over." Who's walking all over you Bly? Nobody is discounting your chances of winning this, you've got all the momentum you need, you've got the odds in your favor, you've got a pair of kings in your hand, and i'm merely bluffing with an ace high.

You talk about dominant, Nirvana was dominant over the music industry. Well guess what "Nightmare?" Your little win loss record, it means nothing when you step into that ring, because every day is a new challenge, every match, every new opponent, you've probably forgotten that, too busy going off about your record. Look at Nirvana Bly, look at Kurt Cobain, they won a Grammy Award for their fantastic work, they toured the world, headlining sold out venues, they sold millions and millions of records throughout the world, what did those numbers really matter in the end? They meant absolutley nothing. People, the fans, the ones that matter, they don't remember exactly how many records this great grunge band from Seattle sold, they don't remember exactly how many Grammy Awards they were nominated for, but they do remember the most important thing of it all. They remember the music, they remember what they felt when they heard Smells Like Teen Spirit, Lithium, Heart Shaped Box. The tingling feeling, something you spoke about, only this feeling was all throughout the bodies of kids who never thought they could be understood, yet they found solice in the writings of a man who he himself was never truly happy, just like them. That's what I bring to the table Bly, the feeling, the show, the fact that all of those fans when they see Dusty J whether I win or I lose, they know that they'll never see as good a wrestler as me again. The people have always known despite everything else, I am the main they paid to see, and I will always, ALWAYS, try to live up to my reputation ten fold. You Bly, you talk about your little dominance, you let yourself believe your own garbage about being holy and mightier than EFW. But what are those little numbers going to mean? What's it going to matter in your precious little win/loss column if nobody cares? That's how Cobain felt, you've got to believe, that nobody cared, and he couldn't handle it any more.

I've felt the sting of defeat many times, i'm human, and I know i'm human. What if you do lose Bly? What if you blow the single biggest opportunity in your professional life - the EFW Worlds Title tournament? Could you process what that would mean? It means you would have gone down down down down down, fallen off this two story town, and gone SPLAT. Will you make like Wile E. Coyote and get back up and try again? Or will you be like Kurt Cobain and sink into a place that nobody dare follow, and you wouldn't have it any other way? Would you seclude yourself from the people who know and respect you, just because there's a blemish on your precious records? Will you find yourself an empty grave, jump in it, take one last long glance at God's sky above you, and say "I'm coming father, for I have failed" and then take that gun put it at your temple and BLAST yourself to smitherens!

Maybe you would...maybe you wouldn't. But i'll be the type to bet that you would if you fell to me at Rage. You see this little problem with you has gone far beyond the context of a match, or even this Worlds Title tournament, because you said the unthinkable, you said that I disgraced the EFW Worlds Title. The Heavyweight Championship of the World. I waited long and hard to win the Worlds Title after failing to do so elsewhere, and even at Rising Dreams against Jake Snypes. But unlike a man who would take his own life with a single bullet, I kept on persisting, I tried harder than anybody else, worked out longer than anyone else, and ultimately proved myself to be better than anyone else in this company, or in the entire world of professional wrestling. Eventually my reign, like all reigns, had to come to an end, and as unfortunate as that was, I knew my time would come to give the title up to another. It's the circle of life, you win the title, you have your time with it, and then it's time to give it away, whether it be losing it in a match or just plain forfeiting it. I don't think you understand that Bly, I think you're going to want to keep some kind of stranglehold over the Worlds Title belt and never realize that when one's time passes, it's gone, it's over, done, finished, caput. You'll be a reluctant loser instead of acknowledging that it's something all champions go through. I did not disgrace that Worlds Title, I was the proudest EFW Worlds Champion in the history of this company, don't let anybody tell you different, because I was the one that ate, slept, and breathed that belt, I bled for that belt. Nobody put more into it than I did.

You probably won't admit it Bly, but you know it. Your theme song ironically is a Nirvana song, "You Know You're Right." Well, I know i'm right, and you know i'm right. You know more than anybody else that i'm right and that deep down inside places you don't talk about, you want me to be right. You want somebody to get inside your head and finally make sense of all the thoughts, the emotions that you go through. You're glad that i'm solving the combination of the safe in your head rather than just beating on it mercilessly like people have all of your life. You have this great pain, this great anxiety, i've felt it, and hopefully after Rage, when you're down on the mat and that bell rings, my hand raised in victory, you'll be free. Free of it all, ready to fly with the best of EFW, instead of feeling the words that Cobain says over and over in your theme song. "Pain, pain, pain, pain!" You don't have to feel any more pain Bly, you just have to let me set you free.

*Greg Dixson suddenly makes his way back into site carrying a tray of nachos smothered in melted cheese, and a grossly humongoid soda in the other hand. Dusty looks at him, wondering why he just couldn't wait until the scheduled lunch break to do this, but there's no telling with Greg. He's a big dude, he needs to eat more?*

Hey Dusty, i'm not too big into grunge so I decided to go and get something to eat, hope that's not a problem.

You know Greg, somehow I expected it, and should have known better, but I guess you fooled me.

Nacho?

No Greg, no nacho.

*Greg and Dusty make their way out of the EMP later on and head over to Greg's car, which they took from California to here for this little endeavor. They hop in and get on the road back to California so they can catch their flight to Miami. They catch the I-5 and begin their way back to good ol' Hollywood.*

So Greg how did you like the trip the the Experience Music Project?

Oh I liked it alright Dust, but you know there were no country artists there, so I can't say I was overly excited about it.

Ahhh yes, country's your thing.

Oh very much so, there's no music like country music. Garth Brooks, George Strait, Alan Jackson, Brooks And Dunn, Toby Keith, Reba...

Ok Greg, I caught your point, you like country.

So are you ready for your match with Mike Bly?

Am I ever not ready to put on a spectacle for the Dusty J Maniacs who paid all that money to be there?

Ha ha, good point, good point for sure.

However I don't believe that Mike Bly is ready, despite what he may say, he knows what he's getting himself into. He doesn't want to even try to legitamize me as a big time competitor, and that's fine, kid's got an ego the size of Ron Jeremy's unit. I had that chip on my shoulder way back when, but thankfully I lost it and went on to great successes in the world of wrestling, hopefully this kid can see the light too during, after, before our match. Whenever, as long as he knows that he is not the center of the universe in EFW, it's all about those people.

You're right man. There would be no EFW, no Dusty J, no Mike Bly without those fans who shell out cash for tickets, t-shirts, pay-per-views, and all that other stuff. Do you think...

*Greg looks over to the passengers side to talk to Dusty, but his friend has fallen out of it, probably just exhausted from the long couple of days they spent in Washington. Greg drops the conversation and keeps on driving to their destination, Hollywood, California. Home.*

Home at last, home at last, so good to be back in good old Orange County. I tell you Greg, there's no place better than the place where the sun never ceases to shine.

It's a great place man, that's why i've lived here for the past fifteen or so years.

I've lived here for twenty-five, ha! I beat you!

You ARE twenty-five, shut up!

Do you want me to call Rusty on you? I'm sure he'd be more than willing to hook you up with something you don't want. Like Diet Coke! Hahahaha.

Let's just go in the house and put all our stuff away eh?

I'm right behind you Greg.

*Dusty and Greg make their way into the house and drop their bags at the door. Dusty makes his way over to the answering machine to check messages and Greg bolts to the bathroom. Skimming through the messages Dusty comes across an odd one, from Mike Bly!?!? The message is less of a friendly phone call, moreso jibberish that Dusty can't really comprehend.*

Dusty J...i'll bet you thought that there was no way I could get your number at home, well guess what Mr. Jizzle? I did! Now i'm going to tell you what I really think about it, and what are you going to do? Ha.

Stupid idiot, he obviously forgot I can just delete this message...

I wouldn't try deleting that message if I were you...

Freaky with what I said coinciding with him saying that in the message...but whatever...deleting time.

You can't delete me you fool, this isn't a message, it's as live action as you can possibly get. You talk about deleting, well it isn't possible, because i've found a way to haunt you whether it be by phone or at your own damn house, so don't even try it.

How the hell do you know where I live?

I have my ways, shows you not to underestimate me any longer huh Dusty J? Hahaha!

Come on you freak, if you're here then be a man and show your face, we can settle it right here, forget Miami.

*At that instand, Mike Bly comes crashing through the living room window and dives on top of Dusty. He begins punching Dusty in the face, scratching, clawing, doing anything and everything he can to gain the upper hand. He picks up Dusty and throws him into the big sceen tv, knocking the expensive television console over. Bly picks up Dusty's laptop and hurls it at him, it catches Dusty in the head, defintiely a shot that will leave a mark. Dusty gets up and jumps on the coffee table, then charges and jumps at Bly, but he moves, and Dusty goes crashing into the wall. Bly seizes the moment and begins choking Dusty with the telephone cable. Greg Dixson comes out of the bathroom and sees what is happening, he jumps on Bly, but Bly shakes him off, but it allows Dusty the time to get up and superkick Bly. Dusty is about to pick Bly up and toss him out when "The Nightmare" pulls a gun out from his jacket.*

Don't move bastard.

*Reluctantly, Greg and Dusty put their hands straight up into the air as Bly gets to his feet and continues pointing the gun at them.*

Nice and easy...that's right. You think i'm crazy huh Dusty? You think i'm going to follow in the footsteps of Kurt Cobain and take my own life huh? Well guess what? I am going to kill somebody, but it's not going to be myself, it's going to be you Dusty, and your fat friend Greg Dixson. How do you like them apples huh? You're going down, not me, but YOU! YOU! YOU!

Hey Bly just chill a minute ok? You don't need to do this, it's not worth it, the cops will suspect you, book you, and your ass is going to be sitting pretty on death row. I suggest you put the gun down, toss it aside, whatever. Then get the hell out of my house and I will think about not pressing charges.

Charges huh? Is that supposed to frighten me? I'M THE NIGHTMARE DAMNIT! That doesn't scare me, it doesn't even concern me in the least, what does concern me is seeing your demise Dusty. You're done, no longer wanted, the boys have spoken, your time is done, you'll never be the EFW Worlds Champion again because i'm going to win it and hold that title for all eternity, huh? How do you like that? Huh? HUH?

Dusty...listen to me, it's not real! It's a dream! Just a nightmare! Like Bly himself, it's a nightmare! Listen to me!

Huh? Who are you?

I'm you!

What? You're not me, i'm me!

I'm the real you! I just told you! You're in a nightmare right now! So come on wake up! Don't be afraid of this guy!

So Bly...shoot me, go ahead.

What? You want me to shoot you?

Go ahead Mikey, make my damn day!

*Bly grows angry and fires at Dusty, then at Greg. But the bullets have no affect. Dusty snickers and charges Bly, sending him down with a spear. He picks up the gun that fell loose from Bly's grip, and sends a bullet through the Nightmare Bly's head. Dusty snaps awake at that moment.* Have a good nap Dusty?

More like a nightmare, Greg.

Oh, that sucks.

Actually Greg, it has prepared me for Rage.

What? How?

Because... I no longer fear nightmares, therefore, there is nothing to fear. C'mon, let's hit up a McDonalds huh?

I thought you'd never ask.