Dead Into The Night

Parkesburg, West Virginia is the home of the deceased professional wrestlers Travis and Christian Williams, a tag team that turned sour due to several complicated issues that eventually resulted in their death. Nobody knows for sure what spit them apart but it's always rumoured that one man's faked death turned Travis into a killer. None know for sure just what took place at the building site in London, England except for Nicky Mills, Jeremy Cundiff and his girlfriend. None of them, however, want to talk about the incident.

The bright sun shines down without any clouds looming on the solemn Parkesburg graveyard which is being used currently as a burial service for Christian Williams who was killed in an accident after a fight with Travis Williams. Several UWA and TNT wrestlers are in attendance including Wall2k, Rollin Thunder, Jimmy Vetalo, Nicky Mills, Jeremy Cundiff and several others including Mark Drivlaine, former UWA boss. Several black chairs have been laid side by side with ten rows of eight, all the chairs being occupied. A large picture of Christian Williams in happier times with his brother stands on a podium of some kind while the grave of Christian is still above ground, a large floral with 'CHRISTIAN' laid out across his grave. The vicar, a small man with large glasses and a bible in hand, finishes his speech before then looking over at the seats with the wrestlers in them. Nicky stands up and looks over at Jeremy, who nods his head in acceptance as several of the wrestlers murmur to each other about the speech he might make. Standing at the front of his grave, Nicky begins to speak softly but loud enough for all to hear.

Nicky Mills: You know, I'm not the most likely person to speak here but I want to talk about Christian, a man that everyone here got to know very well. He was our friend and our comrade, a man who was always there for you whenever you needed help. Each and every wrestler here knows that Christian may have never seen a World title or was always held back because the fans never believed in him, but he never let that hurt him.

He was a positive guy and a man who loved a joint. I remember trying my first joint with Christian and Cundiff together, like a pair of little kids, just waiting for you to take that puff. You take the puff and BAM... they'd make you something worse. I remember a time waking up in a crappy hotel room totally naked with a joint hanging out of my mouth after trying stuff with those two. Christian, no matter how pissed off he was, always had time for you.

Some of the wrestlers begin murmuring "Yeah" which makes Nicky smile. He takes a deep breath, emotion starting to overtake him before continuing.

Some of you know how hard it was for him as a wrestler sometimes. We bust our asses and kill ourselves for that paycheck at the end of the day, but sometimes we didn't even get that. There were politics, there was bullshit and we've all either experienced it or done it. Today, none of that matters because we're all the same. We're all wrestlers. Forget storyline and forget the ring, it was a totally different matter backstage. You may have seen an asshole Christian in the ring, but he was totally different behind the curtain. But today... it's the saddest day of our lives because of two reasons. One, a man we loved has been taken from us. Is it fair? No. It's not. I'm not a religious person, but the thought of Christian sitting up in the clouds with a doobie in hand and watching down on us with all of us makes me happy.

I'd like to take a moment to talk to you about the events of what happened. What happened that night was the worst and the best time of my life. The best because Travis finally got what he deserved and I wasn't sorry to see him dead. The worst because Christian, a man who I never meant to get involved in what happened, was dragged into it and that got him killed. And part of it is my fault. It's my fault he's not here because if it wasn't for me, Travis would have never taken matters into his own hands and he would have never been near that building site. But I never wanted this. I never wanted to see Christian dead and that's a picture I'm going to live with for the rest of my life. I've done some terrible things but that night, I realized that life is too precious, too beautiful and too inspiring for us to waste it. I have a wife and two children, both have seen the news and have been shocked at my sudden return from my faked death. Christian's death, as sad as it may be for us, it's also a moment for us to look back on and remember the good times we had. Let's not be fake and say we'll dedicate our careers to Christian or win a World title in his memory. The best thing we can do right now is wrestle and make the fans proud to be professional wrestlers. I think that's what he would want from us.

We've been through the hell, guys. The fights, the words, the accusations, the 'he said she said' crap and we've all done things in the ring that's not cool. Now, it's time for a clean slate. So let's remember who lived for making people happy and for protecting his family. Christian... You were a hell of a guy and I'll miss you, buddy.

Nicky pulls out a rolled up marijuana cigarette and lays it on the 'C' of the floral tribute as several people laugh and clap at the tribute. Jeremy stands up and walks over to the gravesite along with the other wrestlers. Lying next to the grave is Andrea's tombstone along with Jake, the uncle of Christian and Travis Williams who was murdered by Travis.

Vicar: And we commit his body into the ground... We ask you Lord to protect Christian and let him be free.

Some of the wrestlers start bowing their heads, some of them letting tears run down their faces. The sun continues to shine despite the obvious contrast of the event taking place at the graveyard as Nicky and Jeremy begin talking to each other quietly, still watching Christian's coffin be lowered.

Jeremy Cundiff: What now, man? I mean, what is there? I have no family. Nothing.

Same here. Mine all died because of me. I know I'm going to hell for sure.

Andrea, Travis, Christian... they're all dead. Jake. What do I have? Fuck wrestling. Every member of my family has died as either a result of wrestling or some goddamn storyline.

Don't do this to yourself.

Why not? Why the hell do you care? I mean, your the reason why Christian's dead, anyways.

Nicky looks shocked my the comment and tries to stutter out an answer but is unable to. His face completely flushes so that it is white and his eyes are wide open looking straight into Jeremy's angry hateful eyes. Some of the other guests have noticed what was said and stand in horror as Mills moves his eyes over to Christian's casket. Could it be that Jeremy is right?

...You... you don't mean that...

Go fuck yourself.

Cundiff turns his back on his best friend and storms off, leaving Mills horrified as Jeremy nearly gets into an altercation with a passer-by for getting in his way. He eventually disappears out of sight, leaving Mills standing in complete shock. Rilo appears next to him and shakes his head. The crowd slowly disperses away from Christian's grave.

Rilo: This is already hard for him. Don't take it personally.

He's been so pissed off at me ever since that match. As if... as if I did something so bad he just can't forgive me.

I don't know, Mills. Look, we have other problems at the moment beside this funeral.

He's right, though...

What?

I mean, it's my fault Christian's dead, isn't it?

Nicky... You did what you had to do. Christian just happened to die along with Travis. Now, we have a serious problem on our hands.

...What?

UWA and XPWA have merged. It's UxW.

Nicky walks away from Rilo and looks below at Christian's grave, the sun slowly moving behind the clouds that have formed since we first entered the scene. Rilo removes the black sunglasses he was wearing and places his hand on Mills' shoulder.

We have to move on.

That's easy for you to say.

A sudden wave of panic begins to flush over Mills as his eyes continue to stare at the coffin of Christian. He remembers the night it all happened; the argument and the deaths that occurred. The dismembered body of Travis staring at him whereas Christian died because of a feud between Nicky and Travis. He thinks back to Jeremy's cold and horrible comment but a question then pops into his mind.

Is he right?

Nicky suddenly loses consciousness and falls onto the grass beside him, several of the wrestlers quickly rush to his aid, including Rilo, who is staring over him. The day quickly fades into darkness.

"Wake up, Mills..."

"Wake... Wake...."

The graveyard is in the night, the midnight moon staring over while Nicky is seen awaking from a deep sleep. He looks around to see nothing, graves standing idle and the cold wind blowing in his direction. It is icy cold, making him shudder. Where is he, he wonders? Looking around carefully for anything particular, his eyes come across the grave of Christian Williams. He's at the Parksburg graveyard. However, a sight before him shocks him so much that he falls back in terror.

"Hello, Mills."

Nicky looks at the dismembered corpse of Travis Williams staring back at him, flesh hanging off his skin making it a sight so terrible that it makes Mills want to vomit. How can he speak? Travis' jaw was ripped off when he fell onto the ground on that construction site. Is this a dream? Is this reality?

"So I know you have questions, Mills. I know."

Christian suddenly appears from the darkness opposite Mills, a smile painted across his face that has a terrifying aura to it. The graveyard becomes even colder, making Nicky touch his face to see whether he's dreaming or whether this is reality.

"Are you dead? No. But you will be very soon."

"Jeremy. You swore to protect him to me. Remember?"

"And he failed at that. He blames him for what happened."

This becomes a dream that you can't wake from, despite the attempts of Mills trying to move from where he is standing, the icy chill almost freezing him to that very spot. Nicky tries to speak but his mouth is frozen, unable to speak. Christian and Travis grin.

"Nicky..."

"Nicky..."

"We know it's hard for you. You killed us both with your lies and hypocrisy. You avoided a bullet by being prosecuted but it's only a matter of time now before The Ending."

Nicky finally manages to open his mouth to speak to the two corpses standing in front of him, their eyes glowing in a bright white colour, a contrast to the darkness surrounding.

"Why?"

"Your going to be dead, soon. You may as well accept it."

"Something is going to happen very soon."

"Like what?"

"That's not for you to know. Now and how is not the answer but the key to all of this is surviving. If you survive, then may your life be fulfilled. No, this has been in the making since your birth."

"Enough! I want out of this dream! You guys aren't making any goddamn sense!"

"You want out? No. It doesn't work that way. The Ending is inevitable. When you die, Mills, your going straight to Hell. The Skydome victims blood is on your hands. All those people died and you've never seen a prison cell for your crimes. You live your life as a 'reborn' man yet you have never confessed to your horrible crime. They're waiting in limbo to tear you apart."

"I can do what the fuck I like. I'm Nicky Mills."

"You were..."

The sentence and the way it's said is told in a tone enough to recognize that it is sinister and real. A large wind then blows straight towards Mills who cringes and lets it beat at him before slowly moving away.

"I've not died yet, you dumb fucks."

"Yeah, but you may soon. The Ending will show whether you are right or wrong, whether your life is worth saving or no. We know, Mills, because we both experienced it when we died. God chose to take our lives."

"My life was worth more than yours. There's no justice."

"So let me get this straight. You expect me to believe this is real? I'm dreaming, and your both full of shit. Travis is dead without a jaw and Christian... Your not you."

"There's something out there, Mills, more powerful than God. And it's not Vincent Kennedy McMahon."

"Is it Shawn Michaels?"

"No. This isn't a joke, Mills, despite what you may think."

"Have you ever wondered, Mills, why? Why we live, why we die, why we continue to live in a corrupt world full of lies and deceit?"

"Can't say that I have."

"Nicky, a day is going to come where you may die for real. The Ending. You will either survive and become more powerful than you already are or you will die and be forgotten as the piece of shit that you are. You were lucky to live once, Mills. Your entire family is waiting for you."

"Too bad I'm not going anywhere. You pricks can't do shit."

MILLS! WAKE THE HELL UP!

"They're calling for you. Remember, Jeremy is your priority. Your nothing without him."

"Go fuck yourselves. You think you can tell me what to do?"

He's coming around... Are his eyes open?

"The Ending is near. And when it happens, you'd better be strong and be able to survive. Otherwise, your another life, Mills. Should have thought of that before killing me."

"Take care of Jeremy for me, Mills. He's our last family member."

"I'm not doing shit for you guys. I do things on my own time. When I'm ready for thi-"

Mills! Wake the fuck up!

Nicky slowly begins to come around as Spitfly is the first person looking into his eyes along with Rilo, who waves with a smile on his face. Nicky blinks for several moments as sweat is dripping down his forehead while the sunshine blares straight into his eyes, giving a much needed wakeup call. He finally manages to open his mouth.

Where's Jeremy?

Spitfly: Are you alright, man? You scared the shit out of us.

Rilo... Rilo, what's happening?

We're at the graveyard. You just collapsed when you were talking to me, as if I'm some boring bastard. I take offence to that.

Where the hell is Jeremy?

He's not here. In one of his moods again.

Your lucky the press isn't around otherwise they would have eaten you alive. We'll find Jeremy. Anyway, we have to talk to you.

Nicky is helped up by his two comrades and Michael Edwards who smiles and walks away, leaving the three Revolution members alone beside Christian's graveside. The graveyard is empty apart from those three men, the service must have ended quite sometime ago.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I think you fainted.

Hah! He probably smelt his own fart!

Oh, real mature, prick.

We have a serious problem here. Something needs to be done about... about one of our own.

Look, it's not my fault he's wondering off.

We're not talking about Jeremy. I'm concerned about our other members. They're slacking, especially Andy. We have to end this bullshit now. With TNT and UXW Aggression, we have to put all our eggs in the basket.

It's not even Easter.

Rilo, stop talking and let's find Jeremy. Your boring me already.

Shut up Spit. Your worse than Gorgadore on heroin.

"The Ending, Mills. We're not joking."

Rilo and Spitfly turn to Mills who seems to be still dizzy and not knowing his surroundings. Did he just hear Travis' voice? Is it the product of his imagination? Nicky quickly shakes off any cobwebs he has and taking in oxygen through his nostrils, begins to walk towards his two comrades in the direction of the exit of this Parkesburg graveyard, the scene fading to darkness.

Nicky stands alone, the camera staring straight at him while he stands next to a 'UxW' flag. He is wearing a pair of dark sunglasses along with a 'Revolution' t-shirt and a pair of blue Levi denim jeans. He sits on the blue steel chair that has been given to him by nearby staff and lights a nearby cigar before blowing the smoke it it at the camera and beginning to speak. It is noticed that Nicky has a large bandage on his forehead and we can see some detail of a bandage on his shoulder from the brutal match between Cundiff, Rilo and himself.

It's been a while since my last confession so I'll make this good.

Mills looks around for a bottle of water and finds it lying next to him beside the chair. He opens the bottle and takes a large gulp of it before placing it in his lap and speaking straight at the camera with a smile.

First of all, I apologize if taking time off has pissed off my comrades. I was nearly damn well killed in that TLC X match, having to go to the hospital to see whether I'd be able to use this arm again. But something has come to attention that I have to address. It's these bitchy motherfuckers in the XPWA who suddenly feel that leaving solves their problems. My opponent seems to have left the company due to differences he has with this merger and I'm so pissed off that I won't be able to shove this boot down his throat because I was looking forward. It seems people won't give this merger a chance, not that we want it. We'd rather see it die because it isn't good for any of us. All people have done over the last few days is piss and moan about their spots and other people. Most of it has apparently been over minor incident. So I'll address these.

Get Out. You heard me. If anyone wants to leave, leave. I don't care and neither do the Revolution. We are the best wrestlers to step foot in this industry and for these whiny XPWA pussy fucks to tuck their tails between their legs and run away is an insult not only to me, but for everything I worked for before what happened to me. I made the UWA what it was and I made TNT the best company to ever live. Without me, it died. And now, they're leaving because some things have been said. Talbot, if you had any balls, you'd come and face me like a man. You'd back up your crappy promo and try and prove one tiny little thing you said in that promo. Just anything. Your gonna kick my ass?

Your... gonna kick... my ass?

Think again, you rookie bitch.

Nicky takes another puff of his cigar, letting the smoke drift when he blows it out so the camera's view can only see smoke for a brief second or two. He then laughs and continues his speech.

You may not know who I am due to some communication issues you have but I'll make it very clear. I am the man you strive to be. I am the man who wrestlers all over the world would give their left arm to be me. Without the money, I'm still the world's greatest athlete. Everything was taken from me due to some lies that were spread about me but I'm still here, beating rookies like you out of the ballpark. There's not a chance you'll win, Jason, even if you show up. I COULD talk about the IRA, but I realize that I'd probably be fired. But instead, I'll talk about something that pisses me off more than you. Muslims and their pissed off ways at Danish cartoons. Yes, they actually kill people over cartoons. Instead, I'll make my own opinion of the Prophet Muhammad known. Ladies and gentlemen, The Revolution believes that I am the Prophet of Wrestling and so can rival Prophet Muhammad. Now, a fictional god versus a real life Prophet? Of coarse I win. I'm so tired of everyone being scared because some guys posted some cartoons, some pissed off Muslim retards use this as an excuse to kill people and now everyone's afraid to air Muhammad. Fine. Next show, I'll piss on the Prophet Muhammad just to annoy you religious assholes. Dare me, and I'll do it.

Just remember who's supposed to be the bigger terrorist here, guys. Me. I made this company, I made this industry. ME! You can't beat the unbeatable, stop the unstoppable, touch the untouchable and you certainly can't fuck with unfuckable. The Revolution is made up of the greatest wrestlers of all time, and I take my place as the rightful greatest next to Rilo Thornsfeld. Now that I have been rightly given a Hall of Fame, I want all of you to remember that I am and will always be the Godfather of Professional Wrestling. Now with that out of the way, I also have to address TNT. The rumours are true. I signed a contract to participate on their next show. And the first round just happens to be Reed Harrington, wrestling's biggest whore.

Reed, I have absolutely no respect for you whatsoever. None. You are quite frankly the worst wrestler to ever step foot in the industry. Your lies and deceit will not go on for long because at this next card, I'll send you straight back to retirement. No more games, Reed. I'm sick and tired of you. Then I'll face the winner of Major versus Dahrkov, two men who I despise more than Reed Harrington. Major, because even though he flies around to make himself popular, everyone calls him a 'good wrestler'. No, he's a cruiserweight bitch, someone who has to fly to make himself good. Every match involves some crazy spot and that just isn't right. I didn't come back from 'death' just to see that fuckhead see a World title. I mean, INTERNATIONAL INCIDENT?

Let's be real here.

It will always fall short of the stable that Nikolas Globe and I had. Enrique Perez, Johnny Rotten, me and Nikolas Globe. We were the real International Incident through and through. Your stable is a terrible copy. Doc Placebo? Come on. I mean, your just trying to find random people here. He will never be on par with me. Never. He was a bitch then and he's a bitch now. But finally, we come to the Biggest Whore in the industry. Rubeus Dahrkov.

Rubeus Dahrkov, you will never be as good as me. Ever. For years, I have sold out more arena's, made more money, been better, drove around in hotter cars than you ever will. They call people like you 'hanging on coattails' for one reason, Rubeus. Because you used everyone else to get to the top. Your title's were nothing, your matches were only good because of your opponents, and you walked around backstage like you were the best. Nah. I always had to put up with you for one reason: money. Who made you, Rubeus, in your best UWA match ever? Me. I made you who you were. I put your food on the table and made fans care about you. Without me, you would still be working the 9AM shift at KFC. Just remember, Dahrkov, that now that I'm back in business, Revolution will load it's guns, shoot International Incident straight in the heart and go home for pizza. It's over, Rubeus. I will not stand by and let you corrupt these fan's mind to call you the best because it simply isn't true. We both know who's better, and the name isn't Rubeus Dahrkov. It's Nicky Mills. Say the name, my friend, because you will never come close to the greatness that I will forever be.

The Revolution has two goals at Survival Of The Fittest. The first is to make sure that Andy Gorgadore walks out as the champion. The second is for a Revolution member to win the tournament. I can guarantee you that either Rilo or myself will win this tournament. It's not a promise, it's a damn guarantee. And guarantees are never broken. So let's celebrate the domination of Revolution, not wallow in doubt of who will win the tournament. It's already been decided.

 Nicky takes one last off of his cigar and blows it straight at the camera as the scene slowly fades to darkness.