The Story Continues...

Part I

Opening to nothing but an alleyway which is completely covered in pitch blackness apart from a shining light, which is fading because of the fact that in the night, it is constantly on. Two figures are seen walking towards the alleyway, arguing about something or other. When they move into the light, one of them is seen to be Mark Mills, the younger brother of Nicky Mills, and he seems to be frustrated about something. The other man is calm, but we cannot see his face properly in the light.

Mark Mills: Fuck you! I will never turn over my brother! Never, you sick fuck!

Mystery Man: Oh, spare me the insults. Face the facts, your brother is a criminal. He thinks the CIA are after him, when it's only the men he cost money for. He thinks because his life was saved, and your brother is dead, that he can continue with his life? Ever since he tried to kill Tom, he knew that one day, he would pay for it. He almost cost us a big deal. He may be a rich man, but all rich men can be gotten to.

He's my brother, okay? I would never betray him.

But you owe me, Mark. You still owe me seventy thousand dollars, remember? This is my favour. If you do this, you wont be in debt.

I'll pay you back, honestly.

Look, I'm asking you something simple. Turn your brother over to us, and I'll get rid of the debt. It couldn't be any more simpler. Please Mark, your in a serious situation here. I dont want to have to get you involved.

You are, technically, getting me involved. I am not betraying my brother, and that's final!

So be it. If that's the way you feel...

Yes, it is the way I feel. You'll get your money soon.

Mark turns to walk away from the man, but as he does this, a small car begins to move down the alleyway in his direction, and Mark realises what is about to happen. The man who was just talking to him pulls something from his jacket pocket and aiming it at Mark, a quiet noise echo's in the alleyway, and Mark instantly falls down to the ground. The car comes to a halt, and two large men step out of the vehicle, laughing as the man seen talking to Mark puts the object back into his pocket and checks the now completely unmoving body of Mark Mills. Looking up at the two heavies, the man begins to speak.

He's dead, alright. Take the body and make sure nobody finds it. We want to catch Nicky by surprise, and with Mark here, he would have gotten in the way and told him about it. Tell them the job's done

The large two men nod and they lift the body of Mark Mills, the back of Mark's head covered in blood and showing some of his brain, they throw the body into the boot of the car, then get into the car and drive out of the alleyway. When the car is seen out of sight, another man appears behind the man who murdered Mark. When the other man realises he is there, he jumps back. The other man just laughs.

Mystery Man #2: You finished the job, I see? He didn't turn traitor?

Stubborn right to the end. But he never even see it coming.

Paulie Lino knows about this, and gave me the okay, even though we didn't need it. He said he'll make sure he gets Nicky alone.

It's good your head of this Mills investigation, so we can manipulate this shit and make those upper CIA assholes believe every word you say.

I know. The CIA heads are like cattle. You tell them your doing the right thing, and they just go along with it.

Good. It's time we took care of some old business, Johnny.

The two men laugh and walk out of the alleyway as the scene slowly fades to black.

For the pain is too great...but I shall never give up...

I lift the heavy weights up and then slowly release them to my chest, the strain great but something I have not handled.  My upper body is straining, my face is drenched with my own sweat and my face is cherry read from strain of trying to complete such insane exercises. The base of rap music sounds out my shouts and heavy breathing, which puts me in my mind game. Never let your concentration die. Only let your mind keep one goal, my mind keeps telling me, as if a teacher telling off a student for misbehaving.

My arms begin to tire out and I am almost out of breath, like I am going to pass out at any moment now. The intense training is difficult and takes every ounce of energy to achieve. But once you achieve it, you feel as if you are the king of the world, that right now, you are the best in the game. I lift twice more, and then realising that I have done enough, slowly lower the bar down to my chest. Sometimes, my mind plays back wrestling matches and the losses that I have had over the past weeks. This fuels my anger, giving me that extra motivation and the power to use my full potential. Taking a bottle of ice cold water, I take most of the water, pouring the rest on my head, which is reaching a boiling point thanks to my hot sweat staining my entire face.

My last exercise is just a cool down but it is still pretty insane. Lifting the not so heavy because of the fact that I am completely spent, my mind begins to click into gear to give me my last bit of motivation.

One....for the Dynasty.

Two...for TnT Wrestling.

Three....for Jonny Fly.

Four...for Jeremy Cundiff.

Five...for Kent Strong

Six...to stop Mike Wilson whining about backstage politics.

Seven...for the humiliation of Jimmy Vetalo at Mayhem at the hands of the Dynasty.

Eight...for the fact that I am still here today.

Nine...for 'The Outlaw', 'The Hollywood Icon', 'The Wrestling Legend, 'The Technical Wonder' and the 'Godfather of Professional Wrestling'.

Ten...for Nicky Mills.

Jonny Fly: Hey, big shot! I see your putting in that training, eh?

The voice of Jonny Fly interrupts Nicky Mills, who slowly bends down and puts the dumbbells onto the floor. Thrusting his entire face in a white towel, Jonny has a bottle of water in his hand which he hands to Nicky. After taking all of the bottle in one giant gulp, he throws the bottle aside and claps hands with Fly. The scene is that of the Nicky Mills gym in the Californian mansion owned by Nicky Mills. Mills seems surprised to see Jonny, but doesn't look all surprised thanks to the fact he is both emotionally and physically exhausted.

Nicky Mills: Hey. What you doing here, man?

Just thought I would check on my tag partner before we put the High Rollers to bed.

Man, I aint done this for a long time.

Just kills you when you go back to that shit. Man, that shit is nasty. You shouldn't do so much.

Ha, I definatly need it this time. Hey, even if you don't train, you still win.

That's me!

Ha, whatever, you cocky bastard.

Just cause you cant cut it against me, Mills. I mean...

Jonny, when you finally get your head out of your ass, give me a call.

Whatever, asshole. I'm starving, man. Got anything to eat?

Man, is Kent with you?

He said he would meet up with us after in New York. I'm going to fly out to Minnesota on Wednesday.

I'll probably go earlier, do some sight seeing and all. I'm meeting up with Cundiff in Cleveland first though, he wants to meet me for something. Don't know what about, but we'll see. Then I'll take a flight to New York with him.

Alright. Whatever's good.

Oh man, I cant wait for Sunday. We'll tear Vetalo and his 'partner' apart, whoever that turns to be. This is Dynasty mayhem written all over it, doesn't it?

You got that right!

I'm going to take a shower first. Make yourself at home.

Jonny nods and heads out of the gym, leaving Mills, who then heads out of the gym itself, the camera then slowly switching off and the scene slowly fading to complete darkness.

Jimmy Vetalo. A name that just doesn't stop popping up in TnT Wrestling. Like a cancer cell trying to multiply, but this time, it's all over for him. He is too ignorant to see this however, that his destruction is coming. He can refute it, but Mayhem will only be the beginning of the end of Jimmy and Rollin Thunder, two of the most egotistical clowns the wrestling business has ever seen. And it will be mine and Jonny's pleasure to take apart Vetalo and whoever his partner may be, if he gets one anyway.

The voice is all too familiar, as the camera switches on and we see 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills, wearing a pair of black denim jeans and a Dynasty tee shirt, with a permenant grin on his face. As a large silver briefcase is lying on the table, his eyes are staring straight at the camera, and sporting a pair of dark sunglasses, begins to speak to the camera.

I dont wish to trashtalk. I mean, it's all you ever seem to do these days Jimmy, and I dont want to spoil your little ego fun. Spout your shit and cut your promos, but when you face the Dynasty, your gonna shit your pants and run. I am certain Vetalo, that you are not all too confident walking into this match. But first of all, I have to address a certain individual who tried to drag my name through the dirt once again. That annoying 'backstage whiner', Mike Wilson.

Now Mikey, don't get me wrong kid, after what I saw, I was impressed. But you still just don't get it. Why do you blame backstage politics? There is none in TnT Wrestling. Absolutely one hundred percent none. You must be referring to the days when the High Rollers were on top, and when Marcel left, an occurrence happened that they weren't on top anymore. When you however, suggested that I got my shot because of Kent, you crossed a line that unfortunatly, Mr Wilson, will end in one thing. Destroying that little cocky personality and making you what you really are, a pathetic whining loser who blames backstage politics.

Now I will admit my match for the title shot ended in controversy. But it was fair that because I didnt beat Reed, and Reed didnt beat me, that we were both awarded a title shot. Thunder got stripped because of his ego run and I won the belt. Alexi Draconis just happened to interfere, but that didnt change shit. The ending was still there: I won the championship. After years of climbing to the top and being held back by politics in UwA, which if there were in TnT, are nothing compared to what I endured in that shithole of a company as a result of Mark Drivlaine.  I lost the belt, and people called me a paper champion. But let's face absolute facts. I didnt care for the four way elimination match. It meant nothing to me. And as for Vetalo, he just happened to get lucky that night. A fluke win, I assure you. You, on the other hand, just use the excuse 'backstage politics' to get your way and to make the fans understand you.

But am I correct that you earned your title shot by...Markus Jayson, or some other guy? You didnt beat me for it Wilson, when I challenged you for the shot. You went and faced some jobber, and won. Does that make you special? No. So the real question isn't about backstage politics, but about you. Granted, you faced Stonehart and you pushed him to his limit. I will give you the tiniest ounce of respect, because I had an opponent back out on me. But you stand there and you talk to ME about office politics? I was forced to lose to the biggest losers in that company, such as Maniac. TWICE! Even worse than having Rollin Thunder talking about 'setting me on fire'. I had to draw to Spitfly, another jobber, and you ask me about getting title shots handed to me? If you ever worked for Mark Drivlaine, you would know the true meaning of office politics. There is none in TnT, and that's a fact. So sit down and shut the fuck up, before I make this personal.

Back to Vetalo, who I bet you will be coming out with the same exaggerated bullshit. Two world titles in UwA? Sure, keep telling yourself that. Maybe you won the one as a result of whining, but there is no such record of you winning another. All you seem to say is 'titles this and titles that'. Vetalo, nobody cares. Simple. N-O-B-O-D-Y C-A-R-E-S! Okay? Got that? Then stop talking about your won titles and your key wins. Want to know mine? I beat Minds Eye at his own game, I drew with Michael Edwards, I destroyed Judas, I beat Kevin Cosmos, and you come out and say what? You were Triple X? A former EFW loser who got lucky? Luck seems to come a lot in your career. So now you dont have Thunder by your side, and you yet again complained. Without Thunder, you aint shit, and I am going out of my way to prove that to you. Try and ignore me Vetalo, but you started a revolution against the Dynasty, and you WILL pay for it. I will give you my word on that, Jimmy. By the time I'm through with you, you will wish you were back in the EFW paying your dues to the wrestling industry.

But I didn't call this interview to talk down Vetalo, I'm here to make a proposition to the United Wrestling Alliance. Now, at the moment, their talent has walked out over a large issue which involved Mike Furious. Not surprising. There is a lot of talent there that don't deserve to lose their jobs because of Drivlaine's shit and Furious kicking up a whining session. I would rather see Drivlaine drink himself to death than see the UwA die because of two men's ego trips. So what I am proposing will change the United Wrestling Alliance. If they let me, of coarse.

Nicky then opens the silver briefcase which is full of dollar bills. Taking off his sunglasses to address the camera properly, he continues.

Right here, in hundred dollar bills, is one million dollars in cash. I am proposing that I buy all rights to the United Wrestling Alliance and become the new owner of the company. Drivlaine, if your smart, you will do the right thing. If you dont, and you refuse this deal, the UwA will die and the wrestling world will hold you personally responsible. So, what's it going to be? Save it or let it die. Your call, Mark. Now if you excuse me, I have some things I have to attend to.

Mills then walks out of the cameras sight and the scene slowly fades to black. Nicky has offered to buy the United Wrestling Alliance! Hating the UwA, this has come as a shock, but will Drivlaine accept and stand down? We'll have to find out soon.