Extreme Pleasure...

The rumble is very close, only five days away before a new World and Eurasian champion are crowned. Mills also has another match, with the Chaos Theory at the PPV as well. Jeremy has certainly talked some trash, but can he back it up? He also seems to have a hard time with himself, thinking that 'focused' means 'sucks'. Jeremy may be panicking, due to the screwjob he pulled at the PPV. I mean, he took advantage of Mills's dominance! At least Mills had it won, but Jeremy had to spoil it all by cheating. But the Chaos Theory will get what is coming to them on Sunday, but the Rumble is on Mills's and everyone else's mind. I mean, who wouldn't jump at the chance to be World champion? Swinger, Boss, Segrada and Mills are the top guys in the business, and it's their time to finally find out who wants it more.

The scene opens in a KFC restaurant in Pennsylvania, as we tables filled with mothers and children, single men chatting, people taking a lunch break and so forth. We see the big smiles of the people behind the counter, with the red uniform and the Colonel's face on their badges, inscribed with the person's name. We see many long queue's from each counter, as we see "The Outlaw", disguised with his pink shades and a gray tuxedo, his shoes shining blackness, and on the table is a giant KFC container filled with pieces of chicken. Suddenly, we see a person approach the table, his face cannot be seen as the man wears a weird giant mask, the only colors are black and white, and the person takes a piece of chicken and takes a giant bite out of the piece, and puts it onto the tray where the container is. "The Outlaw" receives a phone call, and finishes it very quickly as he watches the masked man look around for any media.

I'm goddamn lucky this is the parade in this part of Transylvania, otherwise I might get spotted.

Stop worrying, man. You'll be fine, just chill out and enjoy the flow.

Whatever, look I want to know why you called me here, ok? I have to wrestle soon, you know.

Damnit, just listen up, ok? You know the rumble is coming up, right?

I still watch TnT, you know. Chaos is going to be tough for you, your training hard, which is good. You need to be focused and stop listening to Cundiff speaking, jesus even in UwA, he was useless.

Yeah, we need to make sure we don't get seen. I tried calling you, but kept getting that annoying answer machine message. Look, I don't want you revealing yourself until AFTER the PPV, for now I have to train and win the matches. Only then can our plan start.

OK, I see what you mean. But jesus, I was on my way here when I saw that Cundiff promo. He repeats himself really annoyingly, just take care of those 'breakables' and win the rumble, otherwise you'll have to work for the opportunity again.

Yeah, listen I gotta be on my way, man. Just keep yourself active until I call you, ok?

Ha, cant wait to....

Suddenly, the camera sight becomes static, and the sound just disappears. Then the screen turns into complete black.

HOURS LATER...

The scene opens in a nearby gym, as we see some people working on different machine. One man is lifting free-weights while another fat bald man is trying his luck at the bicycle. On a bench is a man, wearing black classy shades and a white vest, and wearing black drawstring shorts. This is Nicky Mills, who is training for his two big matches. He is lifting a huge bar, filled with heavy weights on both sides. His face is in a motion of strain, as he lifts the bar once again, and starts lifting it at a fast rate, before setting it down and taking a short break. Tom Shepard, the TnT reporter from a few promo's back comes running up to the bench, with a camera following suite. He also has a notebook in hand, as he jots a few things down before approaching "The Outlaw".

Mr. Mills, may we have an interview with you, we have been hired to get your thoughts about the PPV.

Sure, but don't take up my time.

There are rumors that you been meeting with a mystery individual in a KFC restaurant not far from here. Are these true?

These rumors are absolutely false, and the source will be from an individual wanting a story to make themselves known.

Right, what are your thoughts on the rumble at TnT Chaos, where you will face sixteen other men for the World championship?

First of all, I would like to comment on Jeremy's rant earlier on. I saw his little promo, and yet again, it was the same bullshit. Let me refresh everyone's memory on what happened, I had that match won, and out of nowhere that little shit pulled a facebuster on me and covered me and Dragon. He didn't kick my ass, he stole a win from me. But I guarantee he will get what is coming to him Sunday night, when I take him and Gavin on a little wrestling lesson, because the two of them are Drama queens. I mean, Jeremy is so fucking dense he says things like 'Funny you should mention three inches." and he thoroughly repeats himself. But what he also doesn't understand is the word 'focused.' It seems someone dropped out of school, eh? Because your too stupid to realise how you sound. But what's your meaning, Jeremy? It's sucks, isn't it? I guess it runs in the family, because your best friends were too thick to know anything apart from 'growl' and 'Ooh, I smoke weed.' Jeremy, it always runs in the family, but your too stupid to know anything. Here, let me spell it out. Your too stupid. your too stupid, your too stupid. See how annoying it is to hear you babble the same line over and over again? But anyway, you accepted my little challenge. See, I don't need to yack a mile to get noticed, my wrestling skills are phenomenon. 

Any match I get, gets ratings big time. You see, you little scroungers don't deserve to be in TnT, your wrestling would make someone like Slow look like the best. You wrestle like your on marijuana, but your on that anyway, cause you don't want the pain hitting you Sunday night. You don't want to feel pain, you want to dish it out. Sorry kid, but you need both. I'll take anything and anyone out. Chaos Theory, it's real fricking simple. This Sunday, I'm going to make your night a living misery which is going to haunt you for the rest of your life. I will show the people and mostly Marcel how you two are nothing more than 'all bark and no bite'. I'll make the blood look like a waterfall, as I slam my fist into the back of your head, and watch you lose your mind. You see Cundiff, I've seen you wrestle, I even have wrestled you. It's like dealing with Woody Harrison, it's a piece of cake. I wont even break a sweat with the Chaos Theory, it'll be a walk in the park for me. Cundiff, I don't need your Hardcore title and I never will, but Sunday I'll rip you to pieces and show it to the crowd, as I shatter your leg with a chair, and knock Gavin around like he's Dan Towers, because it's real easy. I'm going to end this little parade once and for all, and you should be grateful that I'm not coming after your Hardcore title, because if I did, you would lose that belt in a milli second. Cundiff, take the beating, go home, and don't bother showing me up again, cause I'll beat it into you again and again and again until you finally end up with a machine breathing for you, you little punk.

But away from them idiots, I listened to what Jeremiah Swinger had to say. Swinger, is this a joke? Are you seriously believing I am 'worthless'?  Believe me, from the looks of it, your not even going to be a worthy contender to me. You actually have the courage to stand up and call me 'worthless'? I applaud your ignorance, because it's going to get you nowhere. You just annoy me with your tactful bullshit. You say your a wrestling machine, but tell me, they can dysfunction. I don't think your a machine, I think your a guy who's run out of luck. So what if you have a 10-0 record in singles action? You make me sick, but yes, I'm going to give you your first loss. Maybe Rollin will, but your going to lose twice in one night. If not the ladder match, your going to have a huge surprise when you come to the rumble. I'm going to give you a night your going to remember, as you enter the ring and you come eye to eye, face to face with "The Outlaw". It wont be your night, because I'm going to be the first to deny it. United states champ or not, you'll be out of the rumble. But maybe I'm wrong, maybe you can prove me wrong. I'm not too concerned about you, why? Because your nothing but an ant to my goal, a small little tiny bug, which I will squish. Well Swinger, maybe if your this 'wrestling machine' you'll give me a fight to remember, something which no man in TnT has given me...yet. You see Jeremiah, you think your this great guy cause you have a 10, 11 or whatever record, who could give a fuck? Let's see, you beat who? Rollin Thunder? Bah, nothing but a pushover. 

You see, you've faced pushovers for the 10 all, but your going to face a real man Sunday night, as you come face to face with me, and every guy in TnT. Let's face it, you haven't got a chance in the world, and nor has Big Boss. Now tell me Boss, is it me, or did you steal that name from Metal Gear because you wanted a name which could strike fear into people's hearts, because your a weakling and weaklings cant strike fear, can they? Back to Swinger, this Sunday, it's going to be tough, I'm not denying that, but you, my friend, have very little chance. Why? I've trained for this day, and what have you done? Say things to make yourself look good? See, I look good, I talk good, I AM GOOD! And because you deny me, let it be your last moment as I throw you over the top rope, and then you'll finially get it through your thick skull that I am not a joke, I am serious.

Sean Segrada, you pity me. You waste everyone's time by saying this vocal shit about everybody, insulting everyone because it makes you feel good. But none of that will do a damn thing, you think insulting me makes a difference to anybody? No, it doesn't. It makes me laugh, it makes me think that you care less about this battle royal. Well, it wont matter when it comes. I'll be standing, staring at you, and then we'll fight. Last week, I knocked you on your ass, and again I will do it. You seem to be dim at the fact what I am saying, and you try to think, but nothing comes out of it. I don't care how you feel, because your going to be hunted by the big bad fucking wolf, Segrada. I have watched you spew more crap than a Big Boss promo, it's unbelievable to see how that works. Boss is a joke, and Segrada, your turning into a joke. When I first saw you, I thought you may have some talent. Your interesting, but in the wrong way. But you let me down, because all of a sudden, you think everyone else is lowly, and you are the best. I'm the best, the richest, the one who's holding you down. I am your worst enemy, past present or future. You despise me, I despise you. It's hate which makes it happen, but one of us is going down and out, and believe me, it's not going to be me. I'm tired of you and your narcissist ways, telling me I'm nothing. 

They all say that, then they regret it when it comes to the real thing. I don't find this funny, Sean, this is serious and your yakking out crap like a Britney Spears single. Your my entertainment, saying things which mean nothing. See, I've been pushing my body to the limit, training and I will not let that be in vain. You, of all people, will not stop me. Nothing, nobody, nowone will destroy my dreams of it, not Cundiff, not that joke Gavin. There's no chance Segrada, and it all seems to be you change from a 'forget about it' guy to a 'fuck you' person, now did you heir my advice? You see, you could learn something from me, Sean. See all this Sean, see the pain I suffer, the torture of my training, and I walk through the valley, but to me, THIS IS PARADISE! This is what I want to do, and I want the World title more than anybody. I'm tired of everybody telling me I suck because I don't have a World title, but I will have one, it will take a miracle to eliminate me from the hunt, but I'm the wolf, and I will not rest until I kill. Meaning this, I will eliminate anyone who stands in my path, and I will continue to hunt and hunt. That's very bad news for you Sean, because I'm going to hit you like 9/11 hit America. Your like a pig, Sean. All of them are greedy, stupid, and have the dreams. Fly is, Vincent is, Rollin is, everyone is! That is, except myself. I do things my own way, my own time, and I will take Sunday for myself, whether you like it or not Sean. Say goodbye to any dreams you may have, because I will take them away, and hunt you down. And you know when a wolf smells something, it never stops hunting.

Then we have seeeeeeeeeeee Big Boss, that annoying 'pimpin it easy'. What have you done recently, go all depressed because you've learned the truth? Then you think you can finally just spring out of it and say your going to throw us out as if we are 'nothing? Mr. Boss, let me be the first man to tell you what a load of bullshit! Your a nothing to me, your a nothing to everybody. Before, you were this cool guy who was running with his buddies, one who were quite a challenge. But look at you, you've become a shadow. Your nothing more than useless now, and it'll be my pleasure to make it clean and quick for you. My goal is to win that rumble, and nowone, I repeat nowone, will deny me of that. It's kind of simple Boss, but let me spell it out for you, your the most pathetic thing in that rumble. Unless you can prove it, but from the way I've seen you compete, it's laughable. Your sluggish, slow, and everything which is going to cost you this rumble. Me? I'm focused and ready for anything, all shapes and sizes, you? Ready for a beating of your life. You see, your angry, your sick and tired of losing and sucking, but it's what your good at, Boss. Take your loss like a man, instead of screaming and bitching, like Rollin, how it's your time. Your time will come and go, and it wont be your time. Big Boss, prepare to be amazed at my awesome talent, because it's more than you can handle. Hell, it's more than anyone can handle. All your training, the prep talk, everything will be in vain, Boss. Realize that you cant win a situation like this, not now, not ever. You are as useless as Gorgon, and as pathetic as Jonny, with his money and his ass boy Digger.  Your an eyesore, but I'm going to be hitting you with left and rights, back and forwards, I'm going to be hitting you all over, Boss. Your going to feel the worse you've ever felt, and nothing will stop that. See you down the un-employment line, because that's where your going to go very soon after the Rumble. 

Then we have that loser, Rollin Thunder. Boo fucking hoo Rollin, you got screwed last week. You lost against Swinger once, so what makes you think you'll win again? You make me sick, calling yourself better than myself because you teamed up with Gavin and Jeremy. I'll break them first Rollin, they are not unbreakable, they are like everyone, they are breakable. I will break them in half, and then it's your turn Rollin. You will finally learn what it feels like to feel pain, because I'm going to make you feel it. You dare stop my World title victory, you will end up like the other opponents I face, eliminated. I have no trust for this match, I don't like Banger even. All bets are off, all friendships are nothing when we fight. Everyone versus everyone, and it doesn't matter who I eliminate, from Rollin to Boss to Segrada, it wont matter to me. You think EFW made you a big man, it was a pathetic place for reject wrestlers like you. Are you saying that Triple X was a man? He was nothing, he beat me because of Mindseye, he couldn't do it one on one. People like Main Event, people like Christian Williams, they are all worthless to me. I'm the biggest thing TnT has, and you, in my eyes, are a talent less reject, you cant play with the big boys, because you don't have the skills, the mind, of people like me. I like getting under your skin, I know you cringe with every word I say, because I am right, aren't I? I speak the truth, and it's making you scared. Your afraid of me, and every guy in the rumble. You think you have a bounty on your head? See what I mean, your looking for attention. Nowone is speaking about you so you start ranting about us, giving us moments of fame. We don't need them, we already are famous, unlike you. 

Well, your famous for something, taking beatings. Tell me, when was the last time you WON? Years and years ago, because you cant beat anyone. Even the weakest of people give you a hard time, because your a mouse. Even these stupid Americans know how stupid you really are, because your on their level. What chance do you have at winning? Absolutely none, you are the underdog and your always the underdog in everything. It's not a big change for you, but your chances at winning are zero. You'll walk out a beaten and your ego will be destroyed once again. Your breakable, and you'll quickly lose your self confidence. Your a broken man, just like Big Boss. What have I done in my career? My movies are about to hit box office, I've been UwA tag team champion and for two weeks, I was UwA European champion. I've beaten Wall2k, Pete Wilson, and Mindseye. I also beat Cosmos in an upset, so don't tell me I haven't done anything in my career worthwhile. To everybody, your a rookie. You know nothing about wins, and you still have a lot to learn. You've been in this business for a year, so you should have enough experience. But no, you have experience of getting your ass kicked. I'll move on, because I'm getting sick of speaking about that nothing.

Eric Ham, Steven Lawrence, they are no threats. Nor are Jeremy and Gavin. Gavin's big, whoop de do. Does it make you strong? Hell no, you look completely useless anyway. But don't worry, that's why you teamed with Jeremy, because he too is useless. as well. You call yourself the Chaos Theory, the only thing they bring Chaos too is themselves, because they are slow and degradable. Maybe they will take the beating I give them, and go home and dont come back to TnT, because this place is for wrestlers, not drama queen's. I'm going to break your pride in two, and then that'll shut up the two of you, because I'm sick and tired of this bullshit from the two of you. I'm going to take you to school, TWICE IN ONE NIGHT! You can tell your grandchildren Jeremy, that you got your ass whipped by a legend, and that all you got was a scar to show for it. But away from them two, we have Jeff Van Damage. Fly really has a problem with booking losers, because that fool has no right to be booked after he has lost every match he has had, I hope the fool gets fired, he's UwA scum all the way, he isn't good enough for TnT. Jezze James? With Cundiff as his trainer? Wont last a week, my friend. I tazered his ass and put an end to him, and he's coming back for more. Good, because it's one more person to eliminate on my list. Don't forget, that World title, I am determined to get it. I'll go through everyone to get it, I'll fight everyone, I'll take an asskicking to get it. I'm determined to get gold, but World is on my agenda. I wont settle for second best, because I am the best, and I am the fucking prince of TnT. And everyone else is a maggot who are trying to take away my dram, but my dream wont be shattered. I am determined to be champion, and I'll do anything to get it. There is no man who can stop me, except Segrada. He is a challenge, but I'm one step ahead of him. I'm training hard, as you can see. I've stepped it up, and I will be known as the TnT World Heavyweight Champion very soon. 

It's the future, it's what will happen. What's the point of fighting fate? Everyone thinks they are champion, and this rumble is a gimmick. They are 100% wrong, this is an important fight to determine a World and Eurasian champion. Everyone wants the top gold, the big diamond, but in order to get it, they must go through everyone else who wants it. People will trust people, but they will pay with their own elimination. I trust nowone, and I will continue to stay that way until after the Rumble. Mistakes will be made, but I am focused, I am ready for anything and anyone. I have two matches, but I am ready to win both of them. Tag matches are a walk in the park, but the rumble is dog eat dog world. No friends, everyone is an enemy, everyone hates each other. People are bitter, but I am not. I am like a hunter with adrenaline, full of energy and ready to kill all that stand in his path. Can you handle me? Can anyone handle me? The answer is no, nobody is strong enough or big enough to throw me out when I'm at my best. Who poses a threat to me? Segrada maybe, but now one else. You want to throw a screw in the machine and ruin me, then give it your best shot. 

You wont get far, because to me, the training, the pain, the adrenaline, it's all I want. I don't need American pigs to support me, the only person I need is myself. Bryan Banger, we may be friends and reached grounds for our hatred to that reject, but we even don't trust ourselves. This Sunday, I will prove to everybody that I am a TnT star now, and that UwA was in the past, and that I will rise up and take the biggest prize, my first biggest prize, and there will be no bitching, because I would have gone through hell and back, faced a crowd of hungry pigs and eliminated them all. This is not a joke, although some of you may wish it was. I have no gimmick, I don't need one to have a career, I am my own man, and I will eliminate everybody with my true mind. You are all flawed by Fly, used for money, but no, I am not. I do not do what he says, and I will rise up and prove to that stupid egotistical fool I am bigger than him, and it will stay that way. Maybe thats one thing me and Sean have in common, I hate him more than anything in the world, but my hate goes towards Fly. One win, and he jumps around doing victory rolls thinking he's something? Wow, he defeated Boss and Nic, that's quite an honor. But I would have run right over Nic like he's a fly, and I would have swat it. It will be over for Jonny very soon, and it will be over for Gravedigger, BladerSkum, whatever his name is. I'll rid TnT of them, and I will not stop until they are out of position. But that's not on my agenda at the moment, it's the World title which I want. I refuse to stop fighting until my enemies are gone, and I will continue to fight and be the best, because it's what I am good at. TnT, prepare for a night of amazing discovery, as I show up ego's, and I take the World Heavyweight all by myself, because I can, and I will.

A small smirk escape Mills's as he tells the camera and the interviewer to go away, as he goes to continue his training. But before he starts, the camera turns to static for a few seconds, and then switches off to black.