Going Down-Under

I SWEAR TO GOD, I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! PLEASE, LET ME GO!

A figure is tied to a chair, bound with rope and his face is covered with blood as it looks as if he has been beaten. A large creak can be heard as a door swings open and another figure walks into the room, carrying an all black shotgun in his hand.

PLEASE! NO! I'll give you anything you want!

The figure then comes into the light, as the man starts sobbing and moaning as he has obviously already been hurt. Holding the shotgun directly at his face and clicking it ready to shoot him, the man begins squirming as he is obviously trying to make the figure feel some mercy. But the man has other ideas, and begins laughing.

Any last words, Mr Withgrow?

Ugh....you know that they'll find how who you are. They will kill you!

The figure slams the butt of the shotgun into the bloody face of the wealthy business owner. Jason Withgrow coughs up some blood and then begins spluttering out some words. Although they are muffled due to his mouth filled with blood, they are able to be heard.

They'll....kill you. I can pay....pay you to let me...live. I have a wife and a little boy growing up...

Could I give a fuck? Listen, you can say what the hell you like, you WILL die tonight, and your going to be on the news as your body will be found. Now, use these last words wisely.

On a table nearby, Mills walks towards it and takes a gasoline can, as he begins throwing it onto the bloody figure, who begins to squirm and scream out.

DON'T DO THIS, MAN! DON'T!

You all through, maggot?

 COME ON! DON'T LET ME DIE LIKE THIS! YOU HAVE A HEART!

Mills pulls a lighter from his pocket, and an evil smirk escapes his lips.

Have some fire, scarecrow.

The lighter is dropped, as the naked flame then makes the gasoline roar into a large flame, as the business owner is now a burning corpse. Loud screams are heard as Mills points the shotgun and blasts him through the chest, as the figure attempts to breathe and then he slumps to the ground as the fire continues to burn him into nothing more than black ash.

This is Julie Miles, and this is CNN. Police today have confirmed that the body of missing wealthy business owner, Jason Withgrow, was found in a garage in the Bronx area of New York City. Jason Withgrow was reported missing just two days after the Kentucky Fried Chicken massacre where two senior police officers were murdered. It is not known whether the two incidents are related as police are baffled by these latest incidents occurring in New York City.

However, it has been reported that two men seen acting suspiciously outside the restaurant were arrested earlier this morning as they were seen by witnesses in the restaurant holding firearms as they stood outside. A statement was issued by the New York Police today, confirming that the body of Withgrow was found and that the two men arrested are also being questioned about the murder.

The news report slowly fades out as we fade into New York, as the camera is looking at Central Park where we see many people rollerblading through the busy paths, couples sitting on benches adoring their love, and many more things. However, the camera is staring at a figure who is jogging and many people look as they realise who the person is, and many people begin shouting verbal insults, as the figure merely ignores them and continues jogging. The figure stops jogging as he reaches a bench, as the figure is wearing a Nike plain grey hoodie, and a pair of grey tracksuit jogging bottoms. After catching his breath, he takes off the hood and seeing the camera, begins laughing as he shakes his head and shouts to the camera.

You guys follow me everywhere. This isn't The Osbournes, you know.

Mills looks around the park as on the grass, people are just enjoying the beautiful weather and small children are running around and laughing, also enjoying the scorching weather. Nicky, on the other hand, looks as if he is about to collapse as his face is a dark red, exhausted from his jogging around the park in such weather.  Suddenly, 'Fire' by Joe Budden featuring Busta Rhymes begins chiming inside his trouser pocket, as he takes out his expensive phone and pressing the accept button, begins to speak.

Kent Strong, the bitch of the hour. What do you want?

The other person on the line is obviously the TnT President, Kent Strong, and we can hear him loud and clear as the camera is able to listen into the conversation.

Why aren't you in Sydney?!

Because I'm not. What's the problem?

There's a lot of shit going down in New York City at the moment. You hear about the Withgrow murder? It's on every news station. People are wondering whether the explosion in Toronto, the guard shootings in Cleveland, the K.F.C massacre and now this, whether this is related to TnT.

Why are you telling me this, Kent? I dont care.

Everytime we're in a country, someone dies. When we went in Toronto, the day after our event, a bus exploded killing tourists. Then there was the guard shooting when TnT was in Cleveland. The only incidents that aren't related are the New York attacks. Personally, I know it's these terrorists messing around, but I want you out of New York.

Kent, it's a shame that people are dying and America is no longer safe, but I aint just going out of here just because you tell me to.

Strong is obviously containing his anger as he slowly says his next words in a tone that you can tell that he is ready to explode.

I want you there so you can be at the press conference which we will be holding. And yes, EVERYONE WILL BE THERE! If you cause any trouble, I swear to god, man, you've pissed me off too many times for me to say 'Oh well' this time.

You'll fire me? PLEASE! Have you seen the talk recently? I'm keeping your company at the top with my five star performances.

Spare me the ego. Either you get here tonight, or consider yourself out of the main event. Comprende, Outlaw?

Kent?

What?

Nicky smiles as he says his next words.

Go fuck yourself.

Mills presses the 'hang up' button as Kent is heard obviously exploding on the other line. A gang of teenagers hanging around begin cheering as they must have heard the conversation nearby. Nicky begins walking towards the park exit, as the scene slowly fades to black.

Outside the Olympic Arena in Sydney, Australia, many fans are screaming as loud as they can as they are looking at a large stage where security guards are standing in a row as Kent Strong, wearing a business like grey tuxedo, stands tall as many wrestlers are standing around him. Reed Harrington, wearing a normal pair of denim blue jeans and a plain white tee shirt. Rollin Thunder and Jimmy Vetalo are also wearing casual wear. Cortez Prodigy stands with a large smile on his face. The only person missing is Nicky Mills, who has obviously not arrived yet at the conference.

The media are like wolves tearing apart a piece of meat as they snap away at the scene on the stage. Reed poses as a few female fans begin shouting 'We love you, Reed!' while the High Rollers hold their gold and begin staring at Harrington, who shouts some verbal insults at the tag team, who merely smirk and turn away. Kent then clears his throat and begins to speak.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are honoured to be at the Olympic Arena in Australia, where we will bring you much entertainment at Sunday Night Mayhem! Our main event is a tag team match for the tag titles where the High Rollers, Jimmy Vetalo and Rollin Thunder, will face off against a new team of Reed Harrington and Anubis. Also, we have a steel cage match between Cortez Prodigy, and 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills.

The audience reacts with loud boo's as they hear his name, and begin chanting 'MILLS SUCKS!', as Cortez nods his head in approval. Kent Strong then continues.

So ladies and gentlemen....

DONT FORGET THE STAR OF THE SHOW, ASSHOLE!

Standing at the end of the stage is 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills, wearing a white tuxedo and a pair of black sunglasses which cover his eyes as the sun reveals itself and the clouds have already dissapeared. The audiance react with jeers as Mills begins walking onto the stage and Cortez turns to give Mills a cold stare. Nicky laughs when he see's this and Kent has a confused look on his face as he steps away. Nicky walks onto the podium as the media are still snapping away. Nicky looks at Cortez for a second with a look of disgust on his face as many fans begin cheering for a large showdown either between the confirmed World title main event competitors, or with Cortez Prodigy.

Nicky clears his throat as he takes a bottle of water and slugs the entire contents of it down before beginning to speak.

I would like to tell you people a story here which has everything to do with the steel cage match I have. I'll get to my World title opponents in a second, but first, I think Cortez will have to hear this, seeing as he whined about me in his latest promo.

Now once upon a time, Martin Luther King Jr got fed up of being treated like an asshole just because of the colour of his skin, and decided to do something about it. Even when he got shot in the end, his dream was accomplished. However, today, I stand here wishing that he hadn't existed, and why?

Because of people like you, Cortez Prodigy, who live through life talking about popping a cap in someone's ass and trying to be something your obviously not. Let's look at it this way Cortez. When Tupac came along, that was fine and dandy and he was original. But I look around and black people have turned into a bunch of fast talking rappers. There's no originality anymore. Now look at the wrestling business, and look how many black rappers there are.

There was Drago, there's Freedom Morelez, there's X Kalibur, there's Joe Black, and then we have you. Now, what do all those guys have in common? They all have the same gimmick! They're all followers of the black rapping society, and believe that they could, in their terms, 'blast yo bitch ass, nigga'.

But Cortez, your not even successful enough to talk trash. While guys like X Kalibur have SOMETHING to brag about, how stupid and pathetic it may be, and they could back up some of their talk, you haven't done a damn thing in wrestling. You want to talk trash, little bitch, then let's do it. UwA, what did you ever do there? What, nothing? Was that because they held you back, or because you are actually NOT what you are? You didn't do anything except have matches with that other disgrace known as Q Ball and talk trash day and night.

And you have done what in TnT? Nothing? You see Cortez, you have to realise soon enough that your not made for this business, and you never will be. Hell, your only loved by the fans because you hang around with your bitch, X Kalibur! Oh what Cortez, you dont like being called a bitch? Sorry, but the truth hurts, doesn't it? I'm sick to death of you name dropping me just to get attention. So let me respond to your rant, and I think it went something like this.

"Yo ma niggas, yo yo, you afraid of me, nigga, yo yo. You only gonna win cuz I let yo beat me, yo? The guys in da back put yo in da challenge of yo life, yo yo." Do you know how pathetic you sound every time you cut one of your annoying promo's? You trying to be your idol, Tupac? Huh, is that why your cutting all these whining promo's talking about how your going to win ONLY if you let it happen?

You talk like a mental patient with a talking disorder. Do you know WHY, Cortez, I let you whine your way and didn't respond to you and X Kalibur's rants? Let me think, it was because I didn't need to. You see, where am I? I'm about to step into a World title main event after pinning Reed to the mat, and you? Eurasian title? Winning a title that's been vacated? You see Prodigy, you face Boyle, and since Sean Boyle is nothing to worry about, you will beat him. That is hardly a challenge, since it's been THREE times that I've beaten him.  So let me leave you Prodigy, with the statement, that I'm going to make you realise that your career, and your way of life, is a complete joke.

Prodigy looks ready to explode as he shouts some verbal insults at Mills, who just ignores him as Prodigy looks ready to face Mills here and now. 'The Outlaw' then clears his throat, and shoots a glance of Harrington, who has a giant smile on his face as Thunder holds up the belt to Mills and shouts 'Your never getting this belt!'. Nicky then continues his speech.

So, finally I come to Harrington and Thunder. First, let me address my now quoted 'arch rival' in wrestling magazines. Reed, do you ever learn to accept things which you contradict? I've seen that footage over and over, and then your accusations that I paid off a bogus referee. I wouldnt need to do that, because I know that you cant accept that I pinned your shoulders to the mat. Kent saw it, and you know that I had your shoulders down.

And the referee went to count me down? I pinned you with a perfect german suplex! Me losing that match as a result of a referee's wrong 'shoulders count' would have been a farce, Harrington. Why cant you accept that you had the match lost? You whined in an autograph session that I didnt do it right. But I'm the Technical Wonder, you see. I've been trained in wrestling for years, and one thing that Nicky Mills does NOT do is screw up a german suplex pin. Understand? Your a funny guy Reed, you could really do some stand up comedy, but as a wrestler? I dont think so. Your just don't have that 'intelligence' to make it.

Harrington stares at Mills coldly as Nicky stares back and laughs, then continuing his speech. A chant of 'REED! REED!' begins to get louder as Reed acknowledges the chanting and shouts a verbal insult at Mills, who laughs and says something back which cannot be heard. Strong looks on nervously as Nicky continues to speak.

Reed, get it through to you man, when I face you at the Pay Per View, you dont stand a chance, son!

Nicky then launches a wad of spit at Reed's face, who then snaps and lunges at Mills, as security come between the two. The audience cant get enough as Mills is led off the stage by a gang of security guards, as the scene slowly fades to black.