Dead End's Aftermath

One of the most shocking moments in TnT Wrestling history has just been witnessed, and one of the most bloody and vicious matches ever witnessed on television after 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills and Billy Dee battled in the infamous Hell in a Cell. Both men put each other through hell and the finish came when both men climbed to the top of the cell, and Dee jumped onto Mills' back for a sleeper, but the Technical Wonder merely fell back and the cell broke and both men fell through the ring. Nicky got the cover and successfully defended his Eurasian championship against his nemesis, and finally ended the situation.

That's what everyone thought, of coarse. Then came the biggest shock in the history of wrestling, and even Mills was taken aback by the unmasking. His face told the entire story, and he looked horrified as the man vowed to end his career and his time in the company. The Voice was Nic Totopoulous, a TnT legend and one of the greatest champions in the history of TnT Wrestling. A man he had once respected now was his greater enemy. A man he grew up watching and got into the business because of this man. He trained with the Hart family and his biggest dream was to face his idol, a man he grew up with watching on television in his home country of Wales, when he was around twelve years old.

There is one moment that Nicky remembers, and that was when Mills entered UwA and finally met Nic Totopoulous. Nic gave him some advice, and that was to "respect everyone and they'll respect you, no matter what." Nicky went on to do so until he changed into 'The Outlaw', a no respecting utter bastard who went onto a great career. He ditched the good Mills, the respecting Nicky, to one of anger, hate and destruction only stirring inside his mind. And look at what he's accomplished. Two time Eurasian champion, a UwA tag champion and he finally won the TnT championship, even if it was for a short time.

Mills wasn't at his very best, but he became much better. He ditched Totopoulous's advice and went onto better things. Finally, the two men fought each other and it was a match to be witnessed. Nic won the match but Mills' foot was on the ropes, so it really isn't technically a win. But now 'The Voice' has always been Nic, who has tried to make Nicky's life a living hell along with Billy Dee and his disciples. Just when he thought he had won it, Totopoulous came back and shocked the whole world. And I guess it isnt over just yet, but how can Nicky feel now that his once former idol is now a man who despises him and wants him out of professional wrestling?

The scene opens up at the aftermath of the Totopoulous announcement, where Nicky slowly begins to walk to the back but still has a look of horror painted onto his face, although this is really unrecognizable from the large amount of his flowing blood covering his entire face and now dripping onto his chest. Mills slowly walks towards the back where paramedics have gathered to collect him, but he walks past them without a care or a thought, just merely walks past them, as if he has not yet recognized them or doesn't know who they are.

He continues to slowly walk towards his locker room and through the many hallways, as paramedics cautiously follow him, but are careful not to aggressively approach him. Large drips of blood stain the floor as numerous wrestlers are staring in disbelief and can only look on without a movement. Nicky soon loses all direction and falls against a vending machine, and the paramedics spring into action and attempt to support him but back away when Mills hurls his right hand curled in a fist at the crowd, who are watching in now horror and move away.

Nicky Mills: Nic...it...was...you...it...was...you!

'The Outlaw' then manages to balance himself by putting his hands onto the vending machine and using that to stand up, but loses his entire balance and collapses onto the ground. Quickly, paramedics rush into action, and the numerous wrestlers watch the scene as the screen then fades to black.

The Dream Sequence

*Note*: The following is a dream and not in real life. Do not repeat anything written here.

So it was you, Nic Totopoulous. It was you all along. You attacked me at the Pay Per View. It was you that egged on Billy Dee to try end my career, and it was YOU that joined in with the assaults. Venom, James Sanderson, Joe Shmoe, and Billy Dee were your disciples. You knew that it would come to this, yet you continued to make Dee believe he could get away with me. But I must ask you one question:

Why?

You were the reason why I entered professional wrestling. I wanted to be the next Nic Totopoulous. I was looking to face you one on one, to see who the better man was. And we finally did, but you didnt win. No, none of us did. You never beat me fairly when it came down to it. I thought there would be a rematch, but it never came. And then you did this to me. Billy Dee was destroyed, just like I said he would be. Everyone was told that he would beg for his life, and he nearly did. I won. I beat 'The Second Coming'.

But then you finally unmasked yourself, and your a totally different person. Your not the same man I used to grow up watching. No, your 'God'. In other words, you mean nothing to me now. Your a fucking enemy number one. But your not the first person that has wanted me dead.

The scene switches to TnT legend Jonny Fly, dressed in a gray suit and a matching boater hat. Holding a pistol towards the camera, he then begins to fire straight towards the viewer. The screen not even flinching and each bullet can be seen spiralling towards the person, and the eyes of the Kid Wonder are cold and extremely calculated, his stare piercing a hole through the screen. Slowly, the side of his mouth turns into a sick grin, and he walks away. We then see the bullet ridden body of Nicky Mills, who is no longer alive, a pool of blood slowly forming around the body.

Jonny Fly, Jeremy Cundiff, my friends are slowly departing from the wrestling world. I am the only one to remain, and everyone else is my enemy. This was supposed to end at Hell in a Cell. I was supposed to destroy Billy Dee. He was to no longer be around. My goal was to beat him within an inch of his own life. This all started because of my damn ego. I was the one that teased him. But he took it further. He took it rather personally, and it's ended with bloodshed. Everything has ended in bloodshed.

All because of me.

The scene switches to a scene of the deceased Lunacchio family all standing around a beaten figure, who is tied to the chair with rope. Don Lunacchio, Tommy Vance, the two CIA officers Donald Malone and Craig Patterson, and Santonio Lunacchio, the son of Don Vincent Lunacchio. All of these men were murdered by Nicky Mills and Jonny Fly in an attack against the entire family as they plotted to kill Mills. Excluding Vance, who was killed by the Dynasty Hitmen, and Paulie, who is missing from the group, all of them are beating away at a figure sitting on the chair, who is of coarse, Mills. His face has been slashed with some sort of sharp object, and blood pours from these deep wounds. He is covered in gasoline and we know this because near the chair, an empty gas can lies. Vincent then takes out a lighter from his pocket and flicks it so the flame is switched on.

Don Lunacchio: Bon voyage....Mr Mills.

He throws the lighter onto the bloodied figure of Nicky, who then begins to set on fire. Soon, his entire body is covered in roaring flames, and the scene fades out as the men watch on with satisfaction.

I have killed men, and I have ordered men to be killed. My entire family is dead because of my actions.

Does that make me a sinful man?

Maybe so. But I don't have to answer to anybody. I'm Nicky Mills! Who the fuck can tell me what not and what to do? I don't need Nic Totopoulous, and I never have. He used to be a man I respected, but now he is nothing to me, a man trying to take me out of the game altogether, just like Vetalo and his punk bitch Rollin Thunder.

Join the queue, asshole. But your number one on my hit list, and your not going to get away with your betrayal against the wrestling world, and most of all, AGAINST ME! May God have mercy on your soul.

Because I wont.

Back to Reality

*Note*: The dream sequence has ended but this part is not witnessed either.

The scene reopens just hours after the TnT pay per view, Dead End, where we are residing in a local Atlanta hospital. Looking towards the outside of a private ward is a mysterious figure, who's face cannot be made out and is wearing an long jacket and a baseball cap which covers his face to prevent identification. He is talking to a doctor at the hospital, who is looking at a clipboard in his hand and his eyes scan through it. He then looks up at the figure, and the figure takes this as a sign to talk to him.

Mysterious Figure: So, how's he doing?

The doctor clears his throat and begins to answer the figures question.

Doctor: He's lucky. I've never seen a man take so much punishment and still be able to wrestle. This man has had a serious back injury, concussions, a coma, a stab wound, and has lost so many pints of blood, he could have his own blood bank!

Laughing at his own joke, the figure shakes his head at the lame joke before the doctor continues to speak.

Anyway, this time, he wasn't so lucky. He lost so much blood and he was close to bleeding to death, so we had no choice but to give him a complete blood transfusion.

He has a wrestling schedule. Do you think he could still compete?

What?! Are you crazy? I don't think so. Not this time. He's had so much damage done to him, he needs to get out of wrestling before it kills him.

Well, try telling him that. He's not exactly...understanding. He'd die for wrestling, despite it almost killing him. Listen, if you dont let him walk out of here, the guy will still get out of here. Make this easy on yourself.

I'm sorry, but...

No! Are you so dumb you cant see the man your dealing with? Listen, he had a blood transfusion. That takes...a full week to recover from. He has until next Sunday Mayhem to do so. That's enough time for him to recover.

Maybe so, however he has sustained a tremendous amount of damage to his head. This guy is a wrestler, and yet takes so much shots to the head and such.

That is the business he chooses.

Hmm...he needs five to six days at least. After that, I can sign a release form so he can wrestle. Otherwise, he's not to compete in any sports until I sign that form.

Well, you have to let him leave the hospital. Today.

I don't think you understand how bad Nicky is at the moment. He's had a blood transfusion just hours ago, and he hasn't regained consciousness. Seriously, you expect me to just release him today? No. Not happening.

I'm saying it's happening. If you don't release him, I will.

And then I will make sure he does not wrestle again. His medical record speaks for itself. Do not threaten me, sir.

The figure laughs and then taps the doctor on the shoulder.

I dont make threats. I'm just informing you that my friend in there is not a man to give up. So I'm making this easy for yourself.

Let me explain this to you very clear. He will not compete until I say so. And I'm saying he will not leave this hospital until I say! Now, if you excu...

Alright. Could I see him, however?

He has not yet regained consciousness, but okay. Just follow me.

Walking into the room, the doctor is then grabbed from behind and a cloth of some sorts covered over his mouth and nose, until he begins to wobble, and then looks to be unconscious. The figure slowly lies him onto the ward floor, and looks at the patient, who can be seen smiling and a laugh escapes him. He has a bandage that nearly covers his entire forehead.

You've been awake all this time? I knew you were faking it.

Nicky Mills, the patient, flips himself up onto his feet and he is dressed in a hospital gown, which looks absolutely ridiculous on him. 'The Outlaw' takes a cigar from the bedside table and the man lights it for him with a lighter of his own.

Motherfucker. He wouldn't shut up the entire time he was in here.

The figure begins laughing out loud looking at Mills with the gown on, who merely flips him a middle finger, and puffs on the cigar.

Jesus. Now I have to get you out of here.

Did you sort out everything?

Picture perfect. I've put the business all across America. Chicago, Los Angeles, California, they're all yours. The stuff is a little hard to ship in thanks to those nosey bastards down at Customs.

I hate those assholes.

Yeah. But they're all taken care of.

Aw man, you didn't you kill them?

No. Just fast talked them into believing I was shipping plants from Cuba.

And they bought that? Jesus, those guys are total idiots. They'll believe anything you tell them as long as you bribe those bastards.

Ah, these people are bribeless. America is become a careful country.

Listen, let's get the goddamn hell out of here, before they notice the doctor is out.

You know what to do. I've got your clothes here.

Thanks. I hate this hospital gown shit.

Grinning, the figure goes into his long jacket and pulls out a plastic bag. Nicky looks shocked at this and shows it, staring at the plastic bag and then at the figure itself.

How can you carry anything in that jacket, man?

Easy. Big pockets.

Mills laughs and he begins to put on the clothes inside the bag and take off the hospital gown. Moments later, he is dressed in normal street clothes, a TnT tee shirt and a pair of denim jeans. They go out of the private ward as the scene slowly fades to black.

The Crucible has arrived, ladies and gentlemen. And what an event it's going to be. Nicky will finally step in the ring with that overgrown fat loser Big Boss, who has let his ego overtake his entire fucking head. He walks around thinking that anybody listens to his useless ass, and that he's going to win it once again. Also, he believes he's hot shit because he apparently 'beat' everyone.

No.

You didn't beat shit, you loser. You didn't pin Nicky Mills. You didn't throw out Nicky Mills. Therefore, idiota, you didn't do anything to beat me. All you've done since winning it is try get wrestling jobs with it by bragging to employers: "Nyeeah! I won the Crucible! Seeeeeee!" as if anybody would really care about you. You only got successful because people carried you, such as Sean Segrada. Then the greatest thing happened and Drivlaine, for all the wrong he's done for professional wrestling, took away your title shot and guess what? You had a little tantrum and ran away because you thought you 'deserved' a title shot. Could you take the pressure, or was it too much to handle for the big man? The last time you said anything about me, I saw the most pathetic insult I have ever witnessed from a man who's seen it all.

Yes, a picture of Mills with 'Mickey Mouse' all over it. Are you a four year old? I mean, are you THAT stupid, that you just think of any insult and humiliate yourself on national television? Your a damn disgrace. Your even more utterly brain-dead than Jimmy Vetalo, and he's really gone far beyond someone saving him. And to top it all off, you haven't won a World title.

No, that's right. Despite all your bragging about 'winning' the Cruicible, there's not a title to your name. Actually, there really is NOTHING to your name. No more Bucky, no more Cappy, and no more Terror X. Your a lone soul looking for a cause to exist, but cannot find anything to live for. Try shoot Nicky with all the insults you have, but in the end, he'll always be better than you. That's why he's so successful in wrestling and Hollywood. Mills' film 'Wrestling Dreams' was nominated for an Academy Award! Finally! He almost won 'Best Actor' but lost out to Jamie Foxx. And the flick sadly lost out to Clint Eastwood, who directed 'The Passionate Robbery' which also stared Nicky Mills and Christopher Walken.

Oh well, you cant win everything.

Wrestling wise? Won Best Wrestler for two years running now in Pro Wrestling Illustrated and has put on terrific performances. He's the greatest worker in the business, and yet fools like Vetalo and...please, Q Ball, can win World titles. Big Boss has done absolutely nothing but milk everyone. Hell, he still rambles on about drowning Nicky' twin brother about three years ago. Nobody cares, you big ape piece of shit. Move on and get a life.

I dont think Mills really stands a chance. He never has luck in these type of matches, because he's always the bull with the target on his back, and so everyone goes after him. But if he eliminates Boss and finally shuts up that overgrown loser, maybe the world will be a better place. Now everyone must be wondering why Nicky is representing the Kovenant, and not TnT Wrestling, which he is part owner for. Here's your answer: nothing. Does he have to explain everything to everyone? He's his own man, but if I were to guess, why represent a company full of losers except for a small minority of people? Hell, Vetalo would probably jump up and down and still think he won it. Him winning it is like putting a silk hat on a pig. It just doesn't go right. If anything, Mills will make sure this year, the Crucible is a Kovenant victory.

What else is there for competition? Oh wait, I cant class Q Ball as competition. Jesus christ! He's become UwA's world champion. Poor Nick Walters, I feel for the guy. Mills helped Nick succeed and now he's been shit on by that retard of an owner, whatever their name is. UwA is nothing anymore, and ever since Nicky sold the company back to Mark 'Jack Daniels' Drivlaine, the ratings have fallen once again. People only watch now for a mention of the great 'Outlaw' who put UwA back to the top, if not only for a little while.

As far as I'm concerned, Nicky can either win or lose. This match doesnt matter, but if it does, he will eliminate everyone he can to make sure the Kovenant win. And that's a guarantee. One way or another, the greatest stable in professional wrestling will once again prove to the world why they are truly the best the great sport has to offer.

Kovenant. Say it with me, folks. It's their match and their game. And for all else involved, take a hike and admit your loss, because it will happen.

Whether you like it or not.