Apocalypse Now

So the shit has really hit the fan for the High Rollers. They have become two greedy little coat tail hangers who want only one thing: the World championship. Without it, they cannot exist, and with the championship, they bring down business.

What happens next?

I think every person knows what will happen. The inevitable will simply happen.

And now you ask, "What is the inevitable?"

Simple. The destruction of the High Rollers and the total wipe out of it's members. For Thunder and Vetalo, their time has finally come for them to accept defeat and to retire completely from professional wrestling. Rollin Thunder and Jimmy Vetalo have nobody else to help them except for themselves. They cant win anything without each other, and when they do, it's a fluke. Luck comes in it for them a lot when it comes to their matches.

What did Nicky Mills do? Take them up on it. He told them the complete truth, without lies or deceit, but the cold freezing ice truth.

And what did they say? Well, Jimmy Vetalo anyway.

"Now on to the man who can not get my name off of his tongue. Nicky Mills. I’m going to make this very, very short. I’m over you, I’ve beaten you and moved on. You can say what you’d like about me and my High Rollers, but let be known that Rollin and myself are over you. Your not any concern of ours. Hell we have both beaten you so many times we have lost count. The stats back it up, nothing you can say will dispute the stats. I don’t care if your bring up my past matches in TNT the truth be known I’ve held two World Titles in TNT, and Two World Titles in your beloved United Wrestling Alliance. Now like I said Mills you can reply all you want but, like I said I’m Over you…..NEXT!"

Basically, they have just dug themselves a deep hole, took a piss, then shat in it, and buried themselves under it

The stats don't state that at all, if they even did exist. Beaten Mills so many times? For Vetalo, A CLEAN WIN, happened once. For Rollin Thunder, it has not yet happened. Their wins against Mills have been either flukes or they needed outside interference. Vetalo beats Mills once. Nicky took it well, but that was the beginning of an ego trip for Jimmy, who spat more of his lies to try convince people he is right. What they simply do not understand, is that when it comes down to one thing, Nicky always wins. Hands down.

Want to guess what that very thing could be?

Professional Wrestling.

Not the promos, not the ratings or the backstage assaults from behind. Not the lies or the deceits. Not even the championships. Inside the ring. How they are, what they do, how well they do it. Thunder and Vetalo look like they were trained by Brutus Beefcake.

And then Vetalo made up something else which was just revealed to be a lie. Granted, he has held a World title in TnT, and granted, he managed to secure it in UwA, only because of his complaining and Mark Drivlaine's weakness that he has to do what his whining wrestlers tell him to. For that one, see Mike Furious and how he managed to get a match with Wall2k for the championship. Triple X was a second grade loser who was made famous only because of the EFW. But, what's this?

I only see ONE World championship in UwA, and not two as Vetalo was quoted.

Rule number one: Never lie to the audience.

Rule number two: Never use the stats to prove yourself.

Those two rules have been broken time and time again by the men who are supposedly 'the most dominant stable in TnT'. They lie to the audience by exaggerating their wins or their championships, and they use those title wins to secure themselves in the company. Now we all know what they really are, and that is they hang onto peoples coat-tails and then cut them loose, therefore securing a title shot against that person that they betrayed.

How much bullshit they have managed to pull, and now they expect to do it again?

Wrong. Vetalo's answer basically ignored all the key points Mills has taken, and tried to ignore him by using the 'We've beaten you so many times' statement, something which is as true as Reed Harrington not being a Texan.

Jimmy Vetalo and Rollin Thunder are two of the most childish cry-babies wrestling has ever seen, and Mills has truly seen them all. They walk around with inflated ego's the size of America, and when they don't get what they want, they complain. It's getting to the point where people are bored of it, and therefore don't watch their lies. Reed Harrington and Stonehart was the best thing that happened to two guys who couldn't do shit. Harrington and Stonehart happened to be two guys who could at least wrestle, but Thunder and Vetalo betrayed them. They stuck the knife in and then said 'Haha! That means we get a World title shot!". They were seen as the TnT patriots, and yet, they did nothing. They used words against them.

They are two men that only got popular because of the system that is America. Without it, they would be the guys cleaning our cars, doing our laundry, and being our butlers. But instead, they managed to become professional wrestlers, and that was it.

While guys like Stonehart, Cundiff, Mills, Fly, Segrada and many more have used their skills to secure themselves at the top, all they have done is whined, complained, and used their stats to do that. So they can hang onto as many coat-tails as they can, get as many title shots, and take those titles. But one thing is absolutely for certain.

The Dynasty have just pulled the rug from under them.

And their little ego run is Apocalypse Now.

The day has arrived, the morning sun rises in the Cleveland, and the camera is staring up at the clear sky. For winter, this is certainly some strange weather. It has a mixture of sun and yet freezing temperatures. The roaring of a plane can be heard touching down on the large concrete runway, and as the plane comes to a slow halt, the door opens, and with that, some steps land on the runway, so the people in the plane can get out. When this happens, a man walks out of the plane wearing a dark black tuxedo and a dark white boater hat, as if he is a 1930's gangster. 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills steps out of the plane and with a smiling grin, walks down the steps and out of the camera sight, as it slowly fades to darkness.

At a typical windy night in Cleveland, Ohio, the camera is scanning through the crowd of people outside the building who are queuing for last minute tickets and people, all types of races and heights and ages. The camera switches quickly into Nicky Mills' suite, who is looking at his cell phone, possibly trying to contact Cundiff. Sighing to himself, he lies back on the leather sofa when we hear a loud rapping knock on the door. Mills shouts for the person to come in, and in comes Cole Matthews.

'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills: Oh fuck Kent, you seen Cundiff?

Cole Matthews: Sorry, sir. He hasn't been seen for a while. Can I get a few words from you?

Yeah. Where the hell is Jeremy Cundiff? I want to be in Miami, not in Cleveland.

I'm sorry, but nobody has seen him.

Okay, then I'll just talk down the High Rollers, since they are scared of facing me. They attempt to try and ignore me but they dont fucking understand. I believe my narrator said it best. They are two men that only got popular because of the system that is America. Without it, they would be the guys cleaning our cars, doing our laundry, and being our butlers. But instead, they managed to become professional wrestlers, and that was it. See, right there is the total truth, and nothing but the truth. For Thunder and Vetalo, it's Apocalypse Now, baby!

Why are you here, may I ask?

That is none of your damn business, Cole.

Suddenly, Mills' cell phone rings and Nicky looks at it, smiles as he flips it open and putting it to his ear, begins to speak.

Cundiff, where are you, man?

The camera picks up Cundiff's voice but we don't hear what he is saying. Mills nods and then replies back to Jeremy.

I'm going to head to McDonalds first, for something to eat. So I'll see you in the parking lot, okay? See you later, man.

Nicky flips the cell phone back to it's original position and then heads out of his suite and out of sight, leaving a confused Cole Matthews, as the scene slowly fades to black.