Final Word...

The tension is finally tightening on the superstars. Only one man can walk out with the World title, and only one can be Eurasian champion. The rest will be eliminated, their dreams shattered and their hopes crushed. But the World champion would have gone through hell and have beaten all of the superstars to claim the gold. "The Outlaw" was training earlier, and met with a strange man who was masked? Why did he deny he ever met him? This is a strange theory, but maybe the man is coming to TnT. Now one truly knows, but the mystery tightens. They talked about a 'plan' after the PPV, and that the man would come soon. It it even a man? We'll find out soon. But for now, Mills is focused on his two matches at the PPV. Yes, TnT are giving Mills an amazing challenge. First, Mills will team with his unwanted partner, Eric Ham, against the Chaos Theory. And then, the Royal Rumble will determine a new World Heavyweight champion. The Eurasian championship is for second best, but all of the opponents want the World title, they want the big one. But to do this, they have to go through the entire roster. Rollin Thunder, Jeremy Cundiff, Big Boss, Sean Segrada, Jeremiah Swinger. All of these oppose "The Outlaw", they want to eliminate him but it's going to take 'hell' to eliminate him.

The scene opens in the hotel near the ECW Pennsylvania Arena, as the camera stands outside a room, inscribed with the number '249'. The camera slowly enters as the door is opened, but not without a large creak. The television is blaring TnT television, with the latest promo's of the superstars ready for the Rumble. Nicky is doing press-up's at an uncountable rate, as he wears black jeans, and he is completely topless. We see the pressure of his body, as he starts to strain, the pressure almost overcoming him. Jeremy's face comes onto the screen with his latest promo, and Mills picks up the pace, his face full of pain as he finally stops to take a break. Mills picks himself up and lies onto the bed, tired and pressured. Another TnT Chaos advertisement shows, and Mills starts to laugh uncontrollably, as they name the top superstars. Nicky's name shows up, along with Rollin's, Boss's, Segrada's and Swinger's. The rest are named with 'And many more...' as "The Outlaw" stands, looking out of the street, as he see's the camera behind him, and then starts to speak.

American pigs, those snub nosed fuckers, they are everywhere, and they affect out everyday life. Jonny and Digger have turned into them, too hyped in their own ego's to care. Rollin, has become too self conflicted with himself. The Government are the real pigs, they take our money, and wipe their asses with it. But no, I refuse to be controlled. Marcel is losing the touch with his own company, because Digger and Fly have got the assumption they run things. They run fuck all. They cant fire me, so they try to make my life a living hell. But I refuse to stay down, I refuse to bend over for them, and soon, yes soon, I will end their little parade. But first on my agenda is Jeremy Cundiff. He is being used worse than a vibrator, he is one of 'them' now. He thinks that himself and Gavin are the best, they are nothing. They are not a legend, they are not movie legends like myself. Yet, they oppose me. But they are the first on my list to annihilate, I will weaken them so they don't pose a threat against me. They are no threat, but they are full of tricks, so everyone should be careful. They are weak, they are stupid, their intelligence is a joke. Getting high on weed to make themselves look big and strong, well tough luck, because I'm the police, and your nicked. No you idiot, that was a term. I'm going to beat you within an inch of your lives, but I wont stop there. 

I will continue to destroy you until you have no movement, until you are paralyzed, only then will I be satisfied. I am an animal, but a focused animal. You can call me a wolf, I have no emotion, I do one thing and one thing only, I hunt to kill. I am not satisfied until they are eliminated, and only then will I stop. Cundiff, you have a damn nerve suggesting you kicked my ass. YOU WEREN'T EVEN CLOSE! Your an eyesore to me, your a disgrace to your brothers, but it runs in the blood. You cant help being pathetic, can you? And now you expect that Gavin can protect you from me? You are a target, Jeremy, and I will crush you. I will crush your bones, as I slam my elbow into your face, as you bleed heavily, and I will slam my knee into your throat. You will be a beaten man, and you will be lying in a hospital bed, watching the events of Mayhem, tears running down your face as you watch me win the rumble, and proving to the pigs that I do not need anyone to win, that I live alone, and I fight alone. This rumble will be the same, as I trust now one, and annihilate all that stand in my path.

Jeremy and Gavin, you happen to be facing me earlier just before the PPV. You want your fifteen minutes of fame, and I'll give you your minutes of fame. Except it'll be me sticking my boot in your mouth and ruining any chance you have of winning the rumble. You happen to be catching me in a focused mood, as the Rumble is later in the night. You'll be fighting me at my best, with no sympathy and no mercy, I will strike you two down. Your both piece of cake, your slow and sluggish. I'm fast, I'll hit you everywhere, and you'll feel like a steamroller when I'm through with you. You'll be walking with crutches when I'm through with you, and I'll make it feel bad. I'll be hitting you with moves all over, punches from left until right. Jeremy, your going to be embarrassed in front of these people, as you stare into the eyes of "The Outlaw", the biggest baddest man of the planet. Jeremy, your an embarrassment to TnT, and I'm going to show these people why your the most pathetic imbecile around. I'm going to make you beg as you bleed a pond, as the blood stains the ring, as everyone screams for you to fight back, but your too weak to. Even now, your scared of the truth, and most of all, your scared of me. Gavin is a nothing, he's a weakling, just like you. You two are jokes, and you don't belong in wrestling. Your a bunch of babies, every time something doesn't go your way, you cry like a little gitl and run to Digger, because I was coming for your Hardcore title. But noo, Jeremy had to run to that bald idiot, and rant, and then you made it so I didnt get it. But I don't need the title, I'm not as low as you Jeremy. I am an amazing superstar, my talent is top notch, and first I'll deliver a A class ass kicking, and then you'll think twice about calling yourself 'Hardcore'.

But away from that, we have the Royal Rumble soon. Segrada, you want to talk about me laying you out? That was nothing to compared what I can do to you, because in my eyes, your a loser. Wow, you come back and beat Green Goblin, so that rose your self confidence. I show no fear for you, your one of those boring fools who waste TnT time by ranting about idiocy, something you know a lot of. You are being used, your already being used, your like a remote control car, and I have the remote. You have your own mind? I can and I will eliminate you, and destroy your World title dreams. The fans, they know your side, but they haven't seen the best of me. When I focus on something, It's hard for me to lose it. You have seen me Sean, I've been training all week, ready to take all. In my dreams, I dream that I am being ganged up on, but I fight back. I know how to fight back. All my life, I had to fight to protect myself. When I was in jail, I beat up a guard, then they all came. I was beaten up, but I used it to my advantage. Whoever wants to see me bleed, will get the opportunity to see that. I will bleed, I will take pain, and anything, just to be World champion. Just to eliminate you, because I am not a flash in the pan, and I am a force you have stumbled upon on. 

You have a curse, Sean, a curse which eats you up like cancer. It's the truth, it's eating your live. I can see it Sean, I can see what it does to you. You realize you don't have much of a chance, that nowone really see's you as a threat. It's just the adrenaline rush you have, but I don't need it. You want to hurt me, you want to see me die, TRY ME! I want a good fight, and I want it from you. Boss wont give me one, he's too busy getting drunk and drowning his sorrows. You, Sean, you are the key to a fight. You want the title badly, but I wont let you. Between your path, I stand in your way. And I am powerful, I am mighty, and you can inflict whatever pain you dish out on myself, but I will stand right back up. I will not stay down, I will continue to fight. The hunter always knows how to fight, and no matter how bad you say you are, you are a human being after all. But I, I am a powerful person. I am focused, I am ready for anything. Backstabbing, Opportunity's, they all grasp this rumble. I am not ready to lie down and watch you take the World title, if you want it, come and get it. I'll be standing in front of you, waiting  for you to take the first shot. I know how the mind works Shaun, I know how you can be manipulated, like any piece of shit who opposes me. I had to fight for this life, to be a wrestler, and I will not let that be in vain. This wrestling ring, is a ring, where men fight for survival, where in the old days, they placed men to fight each other until their last breath had been taken. I know how it works, and I know you like the back of my hand, Sean. 

How it will be easy to watch you fight with me, as I grasp my eyes in your mind. All your pain, the mind pain, will return. Yes Sean, there can only be one. But as they say, who? The key word, who? Who will walk out champion? WHO SHAUN WHO? Who can say they have spent their days pushing their body to the limit, eliminating any thoughts I may have, and concentrating on my goal. To become the World Heavyweight Champion, to become the king of the castle, to show the millions of Government pigs I am their worst enemy. Sean, the flash in the pan...is...YOU! Do not deny it, you are not Superman, you are not a Sixth Sence, you are...nothing. You are being used every day, that Fly is using you to get money, the thoughts of them profiting off us. No, I do not care of their plans. I am my own man, and I promise to destroy all in my path. There is only one reality, there cant be two World champion, there can only be one. And I, I will claim it, just like I said I would. You class me as a joke, but like jokes, they can quickly turn bad. They can spring on you, they can attack your mind, and I know Shaun, that you are a cancer to yourself. You are hateful, you are bitter, that now one gave you a chance. May I ask why? 

I know the answer, because you don't deserve a chance! You are a pathetic toy being played with by Fly and Digger. Do they take you seriously? Do they take any of us seriously? HELL NO! They class us as a joke, they class us as ants and they are the king and queen. But revolutions can happen, someone can stand up to them. I am prepared to make myself that person, to destroy their tyranny, and destroy any hopes of them taking me down. Always deliver the first shot, before the shot is delivered to you. The Human Hate Machine will destroy himself, like all machines, they can break down. Humans can easily kill themselves by believing something which can never come to be, and your dream is to be World champion. There is a chance of you taking the belt, but I will take the brunt of your blows, and I will still stand. They call me a legend, but it's not talk. It's real, I'm good at what I do. I am good at acting, and I am good at wrestling. A legend can be manipulated, but I, I Shaun, am not manipulated so easily. What will you do, when I throw you over the top rope, and the crowd boo heavily, and you stand, you stand shocked and humiliated at your downfall. The hate can kill you, the hate can eat you alive, like a cancer does. I said it before and I'll say it again, you have a hope in hell of being champion, that is unless, you eliminate me.

But Shaun, I don't plan on losing so easily. I don't plan on being your bitch for the night, I'm going to spit at you, I'm going to stare at you, face to face, nose to nose, and put a stop to your dream. Like dreams Shaun, they can be crushed, they can be destroyed in a split second. Shaun, you can use any weapon you like, your fists, your feet. But as I slam my boot into your face, and watch your teeth scatter, it almost makes me feel sadistic. But then again, I am a sadistic man. I am a sick animal, I am a wolf, and this wolf is hungry and ready to eat more. The meat is being shown to me, and your the big one. Your the tasty...juicy kind. And I will not stop until I kill, until I eliminate, until the animal breathes it's last breath. In life, you don't get what you always want. But I'm fucking sick of that statement, I'm ready to get what I want. I'M READY TO BE THE BEST, BECAUSE I AM! In your eyes Shaun, I threaten your goal and your dreams of being the top guy, and I am the one that you fear. There is fear Segrada, it's in every human being's heart, as the blood pumps the pain. I love the taste of blood, has a zing to it. I've made people taste their blood before, and your just the next victim for that to happen. You like to sing songs, Shaun, they make people excited. Here's one Shaun, it's part of a song, but I'll sing the bits which matter.

Mills laughs manically, and walks over to the CD player, and enters a C.D, labled 'Eminem: Lose Yourself' and presses the play button, as the beginning piano music plays, when the beat kicks in, and Mills starts to whisper the words.

Look, if you had once shot, opportunity, to seize everything you ever wanted.

Would you capture it, or just let it slip?

Mills fast forwards the tune, and then slowly releases his finger off the fast forward tune, as the next versus kicks in.

The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows.

A laugh escape's Mills's lips, as he presses stop, and the beat stops completely, the room full of silence, the air beginning to become icy cold, as "The Outlaw" turns to the camera.

Did you get the gist, Shaun? Are you taking the opportunity seriously? Be truthful with yourself, have you trained hard, lifted heavy weights, bettering yourself by the mere second? All I have seen you do is try better your mind, thinking that you only need the power of the mind. Ridiculous, will the power of the mind lift your opponents out of the ring? I think not Sean, you've become the class clown. Your the laughing stock to TnT, your just meat they put in front of....me. Yes, I am the hunter, and everyone else is hunted. Armed with my strength, my will to survive, I will destroy all those in my path. There are no friends, they are all enemies to me. Do you realize that? Me and you are alike Sean, we have the same desire, but I am readily prepared. I have been waiting for the opportunity for a long time, that the Rumble finially appeared. Fly gave up fighting, he's like a wounded animal, but too wounded to stay and fight. A snake that's lost it's venom, a candle which has lost it's fire. But my fire, inside me Sean, it's burning. And on Sunday, it's going to be raging hot, burning because of the gasoline poured onto the fire, the gasoline is my will. Do you understand me, Sean? Or are you a pig, just like these common slobs, who waste their money becoming fat? We shall soon see Segrada, whether your a flash in the pan as you call it, or whether you mean what you say. But I doubt you'll be of much use, after all Sean, it's men like you which lights go out. I have an eternal light, my will to survive will not stop burning, the candle which burns in me. Until I die, I will continue to hunt the dream, but that dream, it will come true Sunday night. I announce Sunday as JUDGMENT DAY, the day a new king is crowned, a day a prince is born. The storm rages on, Sean, in the ECW Arena, the thunder will hit there. The path will open to the gold, and only one man can take it. Sorry to burst your bubble, but that man will be me.

Who is there to stop me, Sean? You? Boss? Rollin? Swinger? The many names, but they are all merely space fillers, because the real fight is between me and you, Sean Segrada. It is not the other men, it will come down to you and me. Icons battling for complete supremacy, and the fight for the biggest goal, the biggest gold in the company. Only true legends can be that champion, only true men fit to be a king can claim it. It's the gold everyone wants, and if they don't have it, they wither away into nothing. One of us will be a champion, whether it's Eurasian or World. But don't disappoint me, you guarantee a fight, I saw how you destroyed an old man. You want to destroy someone? Then destroy me, end my dreams, destroy me, do whatever. I'm always desperate for a challenge, I'm desperate for someone to challenge my theory, to throw me over the top, it's something which could happen. But the word is 'could', not 'would'. The men who lose, its not a surprise really. People like Boss, people like Rollin, they will learn that they never were a threat, that they were the lamb, and Management were leading them to their slaughter. People will bleed, people will be injured, people will cry, the losers will fall. It's like that old saying, 16 bottles of beer on the wall, one falls down, now there are 15. And they shall continue to fall, one by one, until there are two. One will walk out the prince, and one will walk out the king of the world, the king of the company. Segrada, you always say 'You will be silenced!', well I say 'Time for you to face your fate...!' Because Sean, when the moment comes, me and you staring face to face, and the fight shall begin. True men shall collide, and there will be blood, there will be pain, and there will be sacrifices. When that man wins, he will be showered with cheers, people parading you, congratulating you...

I don't need any of that bullshit, but I would know that it was all worth it, the training, the blood, all of it just to be known as the World Heavyweight Champion of TnT wrestling. To finially walk out with your head held high, that you knew you have done it, that you beat every member of the company, and until you lose the gold, you will be known as the best, the true king of wrestling. Rollin, Swinger, Segrada, the battle of supremacy has finally begun, but the two shall be Sean Segrada and "The Outlaw" Nicky Mills, it's what everyone wants to see, the battle which will involve the elimination of one, and the crowning of another. No man in that ring has the experience I have had, I have competed in many rumbles. UwA long ago, I survived Judas and the Kovenant, and I was first to go in the table elimination. A stupid mistake, yes, but it has taught me to be more careful. This rumble, I will triumph over all, I will raise my hands in victory, my face smeared with cold blood or not, my body battered and bruised or not, my dream is about to come true. ANOTHER KING SHALL BE CROWNED! Sunday August 31st 2003, the day which shall be remembered, the tale passed down from man to man, that a new man had surpassed all odds, and had become the true legend of TnT, going through men of all shapes and sizes, and conquering the ring, raising the World title, clutching it to my chest, having TnT Magazine finally show me as a man of my words, that is my dream.

That is my destiny....

My true alliance...

The World Heavyweight Champion...

The Icon Of Wrestling...

The Icon Of Movies...

Sunday 31st August...

The Day I was crowned...

THE KING OF THE CASTLE!

And all of you, are the dirty rascals, and I rule supreme over all. But one of you can change that. We'll have to see, wont we?

Mills looks to the window, and smirks. His face is a ball of seriousness, the fire lighting in his eyes, as he looks at the television, and looks around the room. He has realised his destiny, but will happen? Sunday is the time of champions, and there can only be one champion. The camera view becomes static, and finially fades to complete black.