The past, the present, and the future

It's a cold day in Dallas, Texas. The wind blows heavily against my car as I step out of my silver Ford Fiesta, bracing myself for the biggest day in my life, facing a living legend, larger than life persona. The driver shakes my hand and wishes me good luck as I look at the building which will brace myself for the biggest night in my life as a professional wrestler.

The Mavericks Reunion Arena in Dallas, Texas is standing in front of me, challenging me to come inside and fight the man who has accepted by cocky challenge. I feel a tad nervous as I look up into the sky and look at the bright stars shining back at me, and the feeling in my heart is that God is telling me to step into the arena and fight this evil personality. I nod to the sky and open the doors, seeing that since I debuted in the UwA, I have not gained many friends at all.

Tonight I will face Kevin Cosmos for the World title in my debut UwA match. I have a chance to destroy a man who I idolized for a very long time, that I watched him while I was sitting back and relaxing while wasting away my education. He has faced all the opponents in the world, from guys like Johnny Ringo to others like Mike Furious. I am starting to sweat, as a slow realization comes over me that this man has had more experience than me, and that possibly he would pick me apart, I came to the realization that I am a jobber, and this is merely me being led to the slaughter.

I walk around the UwA offices, now feeling more panicked as ever as I introduce myself to a few wrestlers, who seem to not know who I am, as they reluctantly shake my hand and they go back to their business. Walking across these long hallways is making me feel worse, that when I step into the ring with a man who is currently the UwA World Champion, the top draw in the business, I have to sit down for a second, the sweat pouring down my face like a waterfall. Suddenly, staring up at me is the man that will be facing me tonight, and he seems to be smirking at me, like he knows what the outcome is already. He is carrying the championship around his shoulder, as he doesn't break his stare.

What are you doing here? You had the guts to challenge me and talk all the shit in the world, and now your sweating like a pig, and you look like you've lost your concentration.

Those words spin around in my mind, as I know he can see right through me. Instead of answering him back, I wipe the sweat off my face and stare up at him, but I'm starting to shake, shaking about the fact how my career might end here tonight against him. He looks me up and down and then laughs, which throws me off balance.

Oh, I forgot, your another rookie! I've faced many in my time, they've all come and gone. You make me fucking sick. How dare you not only humiliate myself and my reign, but the whole UwA roster? There are guys in this company that deserve a match much more than you. Don't you understand? Your just another guy looking to prove himself. Nicky Mills....what a joke. By the end of tonight, I'll make you reconsider your career, you'll be working at a Pepsi company.

SHUT UP! You don't know how long I've been training for this moment, and I guarantee that tonight, I'll shut you up for good. 

The words came out of my mouth like bullets coming out of a gun, I had no chance of stopping myself. Kevin seems taken aback, but then laughs in a way that completely changes my attitude. His laugh has not only downplayed any chance of me winning, but of my career in the UwA. He isn't even taking me seriously! He's smirking at me as he delivers the most hard hitting words I have ever taken in my entire life.

Your a fucking joke, kid! What makes you think that I should allow you this shot? I'm only doing this to help you find another career, because your playing with the big dogs now, and you will always be a little kid. What you just said not only proves to me you cant cut a promo, you look like a guy off the streets. How can Mark afford to pay for chumps like you? Face it Nicky, tonight will be the very worst day of your life. I was your hero? Don't make me laugh, people like you are the reason the wrestling business looks like a frickin joke,

Cosmos says this, and then launches a wad of spit onto my head, as he is trying to provoke me. He has finally cracked through me, and the words he just told me have stunned me to the point where I'm thinking whether to actually walk out of the arena and walk away from this. But before Kevin can do anything else, a figure notice's what is going on and steps towards the World champion.

Hey Kevin! Back off, he's only a rookie. Not all people are cocky assholes like yourself.

Oh sure Wall, you go defend him, because he isn't saying anything to me. He's lost his cocky attitude he had a few days ago in front of that camera.

Settle this in the ring, instead of throwing him off his game plan here and now.

Little punk, I'm actually looking forward to beating his ass in front of those fools watching this. Him and his Woodcock, they don't stand a chance, and he knows it!

You don't have a position to say that. This kid, I've heard, has trained to be noticed for a while, and spent some time in prison too. Must have been rough, eh? Cosmos, back off and leave the kid alone!

I'm warning you Mills, don't even think of trying anything stupid out there tonight, you little bitch. By the time I'm through with you, you'll be wishing you hadn't come out of prison and had just wasted your life in there.

Cosmos walks away with a giant smile on his face, as I wipe the spit off my face and turn to face my defender, Wall2k. He is laughing at the events as he turns to me, and places a hand on my shoulder, which brightens me up a little bit.

He's an asshole, leave him be. He's always believed he's the greatest of all time, but I bet you tonight he'll have his pride torn to shreds. Just hope your the guy to do so.

Thank you...

Hey, no sweat man. He's doing that to throw you off your plan and then he takes advantage of you, never let that happen in the ring. He's a master at all this, and you need to keep a straight mind and focus on him and that dream to be the champion of this company.

Your a good man, thanks for sticking up for me.

A guy with manners, I like that. I got to run kid, catch you later, yeah? Oh, and good luck.

I nod to him and he shakes my hand and does a jog across the corridor, as I too walk towards the office of the man who has given me this opportunity, and my UwA contract, CEO Mark Drivlaine. I knock the door in his office and slowly open the door, and the emotions are running high inside of me, as the feeling of nervousness finally set in. I enter the office and sitting at his desk watching the show take place is CEO Mark Drivlaine, the man who has given me wonders of opportunities, as he notice's me and stands up for a handshake, and I don't hesitate and shake his hand. I feel a sense of pride, but still the nervousness runs through everywhere through me.

Nice to see you, Mills. I hope this opportunity will get you fired up here for the United Wrestling Alliance.

Oh yes sir. I'm ready to kick some ass! Thank you for giving me this opportunity.

It's not a problem. I believe that you can put on a great performance for those people. I'm aware that Kevin can cause problems and generally will seem like an asshole, but don't give up the dream to be the champion.

I wont let you down.

Mark smiles at me and tells me Good Luck in my match tonight, which gives me a sense of encouragement, that possibly I may stand a chance against the man I had idolized my wrestling on, that every day that I had trained for, every muscle I strained, every moment that I have wrestled, it has been that one dream to face my Idol, Kevin Cosmos. But I feel that he ripped me apart for no good reason, that after all the times I had studied his wrestling matches, after all the times I studied his promo's to practice, I felt like I had been betrayed and disrespected. I felt like that he threw me away, and that is why I wont back down tonight against him.

Hours Later...

The time has almost come for the very first time to step into the ring and face the man that I've dreamed of facing for almost all my life. Guys are wishing me luck as they walk past from their matches, and I watch the monitor, to see something very shocking. Cosmos has this match all under control, and has already destroyed Woodcock, as fear runs through my blood like a bullet piercing through the heart. I don't stand a chance, I think to myself over and over again, as Drivlaine is now in the ring, and has just been slapped by Alia, Kevin's wife.

This is the perfect distraction, and the adrenaline is pumping through every vein in my body, as I charge down to the ring, focused on my goal to take down the UwA champion and to gain some respect off some of the UwA wrestlers.  I club Cosmos in the back of the head and then turn him around and give him some more punches to the face focusing on the head to send him off balance. I then give him a stunning neckbreaker, and the fans pop and cheer as I continue the assault, and now I have the advantage as I quickly rise to my feet and deliver a hard elbow to his head. I'm in control, I think to myself, as I pick him up by the hair and look to the crowd, who are cheering almost out of their lungs, that a newcomer is giving Cosmos a hard time. The assault has only just begun as I pick up Cosmos by his air and deliver some hard hitting forearms which send him to the turnbuckle, where I hack away with my boot at his midsection. Kevin is now paying the price for every doubting me, and I have more where that came from, as I run to the other turnbuckle and I charge at him...

But he saw it coming, and my knee horrifyingly hits the turnbuckle, as Cosmos drags himself to the other turnbuckle and rises to his feet, but my first instinct is to charge at him again. What a mistake it was, as he dodges the attempt and I hit my chest on the turnbuckle, and I begin to have a hard time to breathe. As I rise to my feet, he gets at me with a missile dropkick in the face, which sends me down right onto the mat, and also makes me think he was just playing with his time. One, Two, but I'm not going down that easy, and I rise my shoulder. Both of us get to our feet simultaneously and I try to clothesline as desperation, but he ducks it and I receive a superkick which takes me right down to the mat, as I begin to doubt whether I stood a chance. Was he just biding his time before he began this assault? Again, he pins me but I kick out, determined not to give up. He is absolutely annoyed, and we both again get to our feed, as I hit at him with a closed fist, and he does the same. But he catches me out and hits me with the gut, and then I believe it's over, as he hits the Glad Frickin Jule!

It's over. I see nothing but the lights, and my energy has been drained out of me. Cosmos smiles down at me and mouths 'I told you so.' He has caught me out in this match, being the rookie that I am. All that I can see now is the lights staring back at me, as if laughing at my blatant attempt to win the World title. This is confirmed when One, Two, Three is counted, and I have officially become a failure. I slide out of the ring in humiliation, thinking about one thing: I let down Mark Drivlaine, letting down the man who actually had faith in myself. I walk to the back, as I feel like my wrestling career is over, that everything I have worked for has been shattered tonight. Cosmos was right, I didn't have a chance from the start. I made a challenge, and he won, and that makes me feel disgraceful, that I have let everybody down, my family the most, and Wall2k, the man who defended me against Kevin Cosmos, and it had been for nothing.

The scene opens as we enter a rather mysterious room, which contains a bar of its own. The room seems to be rather dirty and murky, but the fruit machines and the pool table are set up and working. The camera stops when a light, almost coming off the ceiling, and rotates back and forths, is focusing on a large circular table. 

The one question is one of confusion, as to why they are showing this, but the camera answers that question when we see the figures entering the room, almost examining the area, and then the question seems to be answered as a small sign made out of lights is turned on, and it reads 'Kovenant Klub.' The rest of the lights are then switched, as the light rotating finally breaks and falls onto the table, the lightbulb cracking as it hits the table at a fast rate. But however, the lights are bright and the camera turns around to see the occupants entering the club, Judas Auslander and Kevin Cosmos, the founders of the Kovenant itself.

Holy fuck, this place is a mess. I've seen cleaner at redneck bars.

When are the guys getting here?

I don't know, most of them didn't answer my call, but Nicky came here earlier, and I think he's working out in the gym.

We have a gym??

You mean you never checked the layout of this place? Well hopefully, he hasn't left and I can go over his fucking legal proceedings. That bastard seems to get into trouble every time I see him.

Man, is it me, or was Mills born to break the law in every way, shape or form?

Judas lets out a laugh as he steps over a few broken chairs, and walks near to a door, which seems to be rusted and almost ready to come off the hinges. He lets out a sigh of frustration as he opens the door slowly, the door screeching across the ground, which has both Kovenant leaders cringing due to the high pitch sound. The camera moves inside the room, where a figure is doing pressups slowly, the pain almost becoming unbearable for the person, as the man finishes, and turns into a sitting position, getting his breath back, as he notices that Judas has entered the room. He nods as he tries to get to his feet, but almost falls as the pain on his arms seem to be affecting him a great deal.

Mills man, how long have you been here?

Quite a while. I came here to train in peace and quiet, without the peons trying to distract me. But I expected you would come, anyway.

You training for Edwards then?

What do you think? I aint going in that match without being my absolute best that I can be. After all, I'm meant to be facing this 'Legend' of wrestling.

Well don't wear yourself out, Outlaw.

Me? Wear out? Bit far from it.

Judas nods and slowly exists the room, leaving 'The Outlaw to his thoughts inside this empty room, which seems to contain a punching bag and a speed ball. 

What would be going through his mind when at January Damnation, the final match which will determine who the true Legend of this business. Michael Edwards versus 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills, two men whose hatred has torn apart the UwA. Every fan will be awaiting this confrontation, that finally the two Icons will finally tear each other apart to find out who wants it more, who wants to be known as the greatest Legend of all.

Who will be the greatest of them all?

State of Outlaw Address

The scene opens as the UwA logo appears on the screen, and remains there for some time as some news bulletin music plays over, as the scene then slowly switches to a podium, with the background showing a large picture of 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills. The camera then turns 180 degrees, where we can see a large crowd, standing applauding. 'Eviction Article' booms over the sound system, and the people in attendance are then mixed, some of them salute while others boo loudly and shout rather vulgar things which can be heard all on camera.

A man steps from the side and steps onto the stage, wearing a rather rich looking suit, and wearing dark shades to complete the rather gangster like appearance. He is carrying the UwA Legend championship, which was self proclaimed recently. Staring into the people in attendance, he steps onto the podium, clearing his throat rather purposely to get attention from the chanters, but they merely chant louder.

Continue to spread your anti words on myself, but I will never listen. Only my true followers are loyal to their hero and the man that has turned wrestling around from the boorish shit to now the greatest sport in the business. The person that did this was I, your Hollywood Icon and your Wrestling Legend. The peons that try to destroy my image are merely pigs of the Government, blinded by their opinions of society.

Racism and Sexism today are treated as only one view, whites against blacks, and men against women. Nobody thinks otherwise, and when the authorities decide to intervene on a racist case, they blame the white man for provoking it, and they always blame the man against the woman. This is not a world where the truth will set you free, because otherwise, there wouldn't be a useless case to fight against Iraq, nor would there be so much racism in this world. Has America ever heard of racism against whites, or women against men? No, because they are too stupid to realize. Niggers will always use the 'racism' excuse to buy their way out of trouble, and women, forever, continue to blame the man for sexism. The American Way is nothing but a way of spreading lies and deceit to make their own views heard. Everyone is taken for a fool, but they do not realize it, and instead are convinced that it is advertising that causes obesity. What foolishness! People are so weak and pathetic these days, there cannot be a true man and a true woman.

And we hear the excuses that women are treated badly. Women are used for their body's, plain and simple. They have no minds, and they do not hold any right to free speech. Their truths have nothing to them but their own protective ways. Do you think that women like Brittany Spears and Monica Lewinski got their jobs because they were good? Very far from it, they were used by men as sex toys, and that is what they will continue to be. Never believe that whole image that the powers beyond spread, but the truth that I speak. Women will never be taken seriously! A fine example of this is UwA's reporter Jamie Walsh, who thinks that she is a good reporter. Yet she seems to date every man she interviews, taking London Webber for example. I bet you right now that Mark Drivlaine is sleeping with her, hence why she keeps her job. She is not a good interviewer, but uses her pussy and her seductive ways to cling onto her job, just like most women working in the American economy.

The negative reaction from the anti Mills clan is defining, as his next words are drowned out by the chant 'SEXIST', 'ASSHOLE', and 'RACIST'. All three chants are chanted throughout the room, but a loud booming 'SILENCE!' coming from Nicky's mouth silences the noise inside the room, making it so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

My views have always shown the correct ways, so why deny it? Although a man is not perfect and has always had a tendency to lie through his teeth, I hold nothing but the simple truth, something that Michael Edwards seems to have a problem with, the man I will step into the ring just merely a few days away. The clock has already begun ticking for his demise is coming closer and closer, and when the match officially begins, all hope for his escape is lost. The match will be one of the brutalist I have ever stepped in, but yet I hold a positive side to everything. Because of my fantastic skills, I can turn from technical to extreme hardcore, and this is something 'The Golden Boy' will learn, and it will be nailed inside his mind forever.

Why, you ask? Is the answer so very complicated? I will explain to you all loud and clear, I will destroy Michael Edwards and his fucking image at January Damnation, inside the cage that will contain us. Golden Boy, I have given you all the opportunities in the world to walk away from this one and just admit to yourself, to Sarah, your family and the entire world that your an utter failure. But oh no Michael, that's not your style, an American who wont admit the truth. Well you had your chances, and now it's too late to back down. Your pathetic excuses will not save you this time, because what I will do to you, will be everything better than the stuff I've done to you. Why did I do that stuff? Because I was trying to teach you a lesson, Edwards, I wanted you to look in the mirror and say to yourself 'Maybe I'm not what I think I am' or something to that extent. But no, you had to push me to the edge, and that is why I powerbombed your pretty bitch Sarah, and made you think twice. I saw your face, it was one of confusion, and you were telling yourself why you had to put her through this.

January Damnation will mark history for many reasons, that the Ghetto Bitch will finally realize he is nothing but bad luck to the company. I'm sick of the bullshit that comes from his mouth, its like listening to Avril fucking Lavigne time and time again. You dread to hear him spew the biggest load of shit, trying to convince everyone that you do indeed cut the worst promo's known to man. We don't want to listen to you talk about your past, your trying to make people buy the Pay Per View, not trying to prove you cant talk! "Oh no nigga, push me, I'm da man of this town" Listen to the same repetitive crap you seem to come up with. Who care if you won at November Reign 2003? Jesus Christ, it's 2004, stop living in the past and get to the future already.

One thing you didn't do was eliminate me, because they think that blasting Edwards with a shovel is cheating. You didn't technically eliminate ME, so what is there to brag about? You couldn't eliminate 'The Outlaw'! Your still second best compared to myself, and you just cant stand to hear that. Rubeus Dahrkov, being the absolute idiot that he is, deserves better than you do. You use your cocky little mouth to try make people listen to you, and when they don't, you sit there and throw a tantrum trying to gain attention. Example of this was last week with 10 Minute Major and Cappy, and you suddenly cut commentary that would make Josh Matthews look like god's gift to commentating, you basically told the whole world you didn't stand a chance in the World title picture. That belt has no class anymore, so pack your bags and go home, your not cut for the wrestling business no more.

Secondly, January Damnation will stand for the day that I finally prove myself to do something that Johnny Ringo, Mike Furious, Kevin Cosmos, Reverend Snow and Donnie Dawson could never do, and that is destroy Michael Edwards once for for all. I will make him think twice about his wrestling career, even if you people wouldn't want to see that little promise. I don't give a fuck what you really do not want to see, so stop whining and start making your funeral arrangements to visit Edwards, because I will make Sarah a young widow and poor daughter Hannah without a daddy. There wont be any more family time for you Michael, because I can almost promise you there will be NOTHING left once I have finished with you, because when 'The Outlaw' puts his mind towards something, it's almost going to be certain that he comes out on top, and when you lock him inside a cage, having barbed wire and fire, your almost certain to have a tragedy on your hands. And guess what? There isn't a soul in this world that can stop me.

So let me leave you with one promise, there will be one man that will stand above all, and will stand above Edwards's broken body, and guess who? The Wrestling Legend, The Technical Wonder, THE HOLLYWOOD ICON, 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills, and your UwA Legend champion!

Nicky salutes his followers as the anti-Outlaw protesters begin to loudly boo and throw things at the stage, as the scene quickly fades to black.

January Damnation will be a rocky show, as 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills and Michael Edwards finally confront each other in 'The Night Of Hell'. Who will come out on top? Who will survive the horror that awaits them? Tune in and find out, because the show is definatly going to be a historical event.