Arriving Into Hell...

So Jeremy, what else do I have to say?

Can I really say anything else, other than that your going to feel pain which you have never felt before. That your going to regret ever challenging me and this Eurasian title. You cant do it, you simply cannot win against me. One on one, I'm the biggest obstacle a man can have. I've already gotten inside your head, I've messed with it so much your brain looks like a dot, your being manipulated, and you don't even know it. Your a mess, and it's a shame to end your dreams and chances, but they ended a long time ago as soon as Gavin got beat up, and fell into a coma.

A personal message from the Hollywood Legend and the Wrestling Icon. One of my best Jeremy, and it's beat you up inside the head. The beginning of your demise has already begun, now there's the sad moment to beat you from one end of the ring all the way into another. Be prepared for that sad moment, because it's coming.

The scene opens at the ECW Arena in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania where we see a gigantic line of TnT wrestling fans queuing up outside buying their tickets, and the line seemingly getting bigger and bigger. We enter the arena, where we see the technicians working on the Hell In A Cell, but the arena is almost empty, except for two men sitting in two of the blue seats, one wearing gigantic pink glasses which cover his eyes, and the other with multicolored hair, and wearing a plain white tee shirt. "The Outlaw" Nicky Mills is holding his Eurasian championship, rubbing it and looking at it with pride, as a TnT technician whistles to the guys that the cell is fixed, and then runs over to Mills and UwA legend Kevin Cosmos, as he shouts out to them in a loud booming voice.

Hey man, we got to put up your belt now.

Mills nods and he carefully places it in the hands of the TnT technician, who quickly jumps over the guard rail and the technicians are testing the ladders and putting up the belt, as a cameraman and an interviewer spot the two men and walk over to them, the interviewer being Cole Matthews. Mills completely ignores them for the time being, and places his feet up onto the chair in front of him, as Matthews clears his throat, and then speaks.

Would you mind if we got your thoughts about the ladder match that your in against Jeremy Cundiff for your Eurasian championship?

Of coarse you can. Cundiff, in just a few hours, me and you will square off for the Eurasian championship in a ladder match. But you do have a point, this situation is not about the belt, it's about revenge for you. But it's not going to happen, because frankly, you don't really have much going for you. It's always ate you up, the fact that you've hated me for so long. You called me 'midcarder' every chance you got when X-Rated was around, and when we came to TnT, you became as dense as Rollin Thunder and still whined about me. Although it was you who won the first fight, and then the tag match, this is now one on one. This is your chance to back up your words, to show everybody how man you really are. I mean, I know I have a fight on my hands. That's excellent, because then I get to put your 'will power' to the test, to see if your as you say you are. But I know the cold hard truth, you don't stand a chance. The fiction of your dreams, of you holding up my belt, and the fans screaming your name as you look down at me, bloodied and battered, and you scream that you did it in front of the whole world. A shame that cannot come true, can it? I know what I did may have been extreme, but the fact is I can get away with it all, that the FBI cant do anything to stop me, and that I'm the biggest name in wrestling present. What are you? Your a nobody. Your not a Hollywood Icon, your not a Wrestling Legend, your nothing but a name. Do I care when you call yourself Unbreakable? I've already broken into you! I guess your little nickname you've given yourself is a complete fad, along with Gavin James. Poor guy, it's so hard when you have to do that to a stupid loser who thinks that size is everything.

I've taken the best in the business. I've taken Minds Eye, a UwA legend himself. I've beaten Pete Wilson. Judas, Mystical Death, they have all fallen to me. Rollin Thunder finally learned I was the better man physically and mentally. The guy cant even take a loss! Me, I move on when I lose. But this time, this night, I will not lose. I'm as ready as I ever could be, and I'm defending this belt for the first time. I'm sick of my critics telling me I wont last with the belt. They are nothings, they are nobody's with dead end jobs who try to get another dollar or two by saying my name. Jeremy, try take some advice or two and stop kissing to these fans. You think they make people like me? They are peons, I made myself Jeremy, I won the Eurasian championship not because of them, but because I did, not them. But we have a match that has my belt at stake, and that you have to climb the ladder to retrieve it. Jeremy, are you ready? From what I can see, your not, your pretending to give people a reason to watch it. You will walk in a loser, and walk out a loser. The match has no rules, so what I do cannot be stopped by anybody, even Gavin. Now if he does die, it will be his fault, not mine. If he fails the test of staying alive, I am not to blame, he is weak and his time is almost done. Do I care? No, I don't give a fuck about anybody, and Cosmos here is somebody I can trust. But you see, our match will be witnessed by millions of people around the world watching live, and do you know what they will see? Me standing tall over these disgusting pigs that watch us, and me still being called the Eurasian champion, and the best damn wrestler of all time. I'll prove it Cundiff, I've proved it each and every week, but the best time will be seeing your face after I'm through with it. You'll look like a human omelet when I'm done beating you through and through, shatter your little 'revenge' dream, and then Gavin can watch his best friend fail to beat "The Outlaw".

Ever since you got it through your head your better than me, you've been going around thinking your the next Jonny Fly. Jonny is nothing more but pure shit, just a big name which is thrown around. I remember that day Jeremy, that you challenged me for my title. And then you whacked me a few times, and gave me quite a black eye. But then I made you pay for that by assaulting Gavin. Seeing him look like hell, and seeing your reaction, it was like a comedy in itself! I mean, watching your face when you visited him, and when I managed to sneak in and clobber in, and hearing you scream my name, it was all funny. You see, seeing you look like a mess made me realize that I've cracked you so easily, and that now your alone and you need yourself to fight your own battles, and not other people. See, that's all good, because now you can say you lost cleanly to the greatest wrestler alive. You see, when I retire you tomorrow, and you need people to help you pee, help you walk, help you even move, you'll feel your scars, and you'll say my name over and over again. Mills, Mills, Mills. Why? Because it will be ME who is the one who destroys you, who puts you into the hospital next to Gavin, and me who will be the man who retired your sorry ass. You will make the one assumption, you should never have fought me, you should have never messed with "The Outlaw". Tomorrow night, you can say I'll go out in a body bag or whatever, but the cold plain destructive truth is, your not ready to face me, and you never were. I'll be walking out of the ECW Arena healthy and still the champion, but I cant be sure what will happen to yourself. Dead, Alive, hurt, it doesn't matter. What does matter is when you look at your scars, that you'll say the name of the man who did this all to you.

"The Outlaw" Nicky Mills, a man who has no remorse. You say your going to kick my ass? Well seriously, you can try, but you'll never do it. Your nothing.  Your nothing, how many times can I say it? I don't have anything to lose, because I can guarantee you Jeremy, you will not see the last of me if I do. But man, that wont happen. I'm a cancer inside your head already, I haunt your dreams, I haunt your thoughts, I'm everywhere. And tomorrow, I will climb that ladder, and I will jump and crush you. At the end of all the horror, I will be standing over your useless piece of shit body, and I will laugh as they carry you out. Because I will mutter our the words that will haunt you for the rest of your life before you die...

I told you so.

Be prepared Cundiff, because with "The Outlaw", anything can happen.

Mills salutes the camera and then Cosmos finishes drinking his Pepsi soda, as the two then head backstage, as the scene fades to black.