Eye of the Bastard...

Yes, you are all thinking 'Who is James?' and what he is doing trying to get a favor from Mills. Nobody really knows who he is, but the man was a convicted child molester, but got through a loophole and was soon released on bail.

He then managed to rape a girl of twelve, and burn her alive as an act of good-will, as he thought. He was jailed for Life, but managed to get sanctioned under the Mental Health Act. He was released after twenty years.

In the last promo, he wanted revenge against the FBI for putting him in jail. He had abducted a young boy, and planned to hold him ransom. He asked Mills to help, but he refused and knocked James unconscious, but then James Peterborough was found dead twenty minutes after Nicky had left, meaning that someone else had shot the child murderer.

His nickname was 'Stryker' and he believed he was God's 'Devil of Goodness'. Mills does not know that Stryker is dead, but he has more important things on his mind. Losing to a rookie was not what he wanted before filming Blood Time. Mills has now finished filming, and is ready to return to professional wrestling.

Jeremy Cundiff, the man who finally beat me once again at Jamboree. Jeremy, you are nothing more than a fluker. You fluked that win, just like any other match you have ever had. Luck, you had it that night. I was ready to win, when suddenly you stole an opportunity to pin me and Dragon and win your precious Hardcore title.

Cundiff, I don't feel a slight bit humiliated. I am playing games with you and your mind, I know you are denying it, but you are indeed feeling it inside. You never upset me, because it was all fluked. Don't think I have not forgotten, because you have pissed me off with the fact you think you are now a star because you have beaten me. Do not think this is over, because I'm just getting warmed up. You want to see true brutality at it's best? Then come get some, you little fag. Come on, are you seriously believing it was your hard work which got you that win? HELL NO! Ha, your funnier than that annoying Rollin, like a broken cassette. You know, this isn't about you and your win, this is about the fact you whined your ass off and played those stupid clips about me, trying to get the last word.

You never stood a chance against me, I was toying around with you the whole time. Seriously, you cant beat a man who has done more than any guy in the business. Jeremy, you wear that belt for a little longer, because soon I will get serious, and then you'll wet your diaper and cry for the Dynasty. But none of them can help you, they WONT help you, because they want you to do it on your own. You can't, admit it. You need your dick sucker Gavin James to hold your hand all the way. I thought you were more man than that, Jeremy. But I shouldn't discredit you, because it was you who said we all fought for a reason. That is true, but I don't need wrestling to survive. I'm a Hollywood fricking Superstar now, kid, and your a low-life who hangs around with a seven foot piece of weak meat.

Tonight, I'm giving you another chance to beat me, but then the games stop and the seriousness starts to play. The realization of it all will sink in, and then Jeremy, you will regret ever pissing me off. Talk to Jezze James, the loser who I tazered back to Hong Kong, and now he's a glorified jobber for life. He couldn't cut it, just like you Jeremy. I played games with him before punishing him, and he put his tail between his legs and went home. Cundiff, you however have yawned on about how your Hardcore champ and that your buddy is going to 'beat the shit' into me. Go ahead and try, but you wont get far.

The scenery comes into place, as Mills is looking directly into the camera, as we see him in a small bar in the Big Apple. A television flashes to life, as news music fills the speakers.

News just in, the FBI has declared that they want Nicky Mills, the UWA legend, and Hollywood actor, currently working in TNT, to turn himself in for the murder of James Peterborough, who was found dead in a run down hotel, formerly the King East. Agent Bryan Clark told reporters that a $10,000 dollar reward has been issued. Mills is now officially a fugitive at this present time of moment. Nicky is rumored to be in New York City, and the FBI has asked that any sightings of him be reported to the local police department.

The bar becomes hushed, as all eyes are on Mills, who stares in disbelief at the news bulletin which was just announced. A small Mercedes car pulls up at the front of the bar, as Nicky makes a dash for it. The bartender pulls out a shotgun and fires rounds towards the vehicle, which merely make dents on the car. A few police cars realize what is happening and chase the getaway vehicle.

What the hell? I didn't murder him, Boycee.

I know you didn't, let's keep going, I'll explain everything to you when we get to Memphis.

The car continues to drive, as a complete squad of police cars are seen behind the Mercedes. One of them rams into the back, but the Mercedes swerves into another cop car, who is closing in, which smashes into a lamppost. A nearby truck driver accidentally collides with another cop car, as the Mercedes speeds out of sight.

Officer #1: MEN DOWN! WE HAVE THE SUSPECT OF THE KING EAST MURDER IN A MERCEDES!

Follow him, make sure he doesn't get out of your sight.

A plain looking Jaguar speeds out of an allyway and follows the speeding getaway car with caution.

Fuck, we're being followed.

Use this, you may be able to fend them off with this.

Boycee pulls out a Magnum from his jeans and hands it over to "The Outlaw", who grabs the gun and hangs out of the window, and fires bullets at the Jaguar's tyres, which slow them down and eventually makes them stop entirely.

FUCK! Those bastards, well, they wont get far. Not without them knowing we have the missing kid...

From a close warehouse near where the Jaguar came from, two agents stand near a chair, occupied by a young boy of about ten. His mouth has been covered in duct tape and so is unable to speak.

Seriously, we have to think of a better plan to catch this guy.

Stryker wouldn't want it to happen like that, he gave us direct orders, and we'll hunt that bastard down.

The agents laugh meekly, as they move the boy into another room, and one of them grabs a radio and speaks into it in a severe way.

I want all officers in the area to chase a Mercedes Benz, license plate 4JO 29X6, driver is Boycee Jason, and the suspect, Nicholas William Mills, the suspected murderer of James Peterbourgh in the car. They are traveling to Memphis, Tennessee. I want officers to remain vigilant for them.

Man, we got to get to work. Make sure that kid is out of sight.

The two officers step into a New York police car, and start the engine and drive out of sight as the scene fades to black.