'World Title Glory'

Part II

A Wrestling Sermon

The scene fades in from commercial and we are looking outside a local Morgantown, West Virginia church, where many people are now entering through the large double doors. Most of them are noted to be TnT wrestling fans and are discussing amongst themselves what is going on. Looking around the church grounds which are full of parked cars from people attending the service, the camera then focuses on a large white sign. The camera gets closer to it and the sign reads:

Walking slowly inside the church, which is now closing it's doors as people are murmuring between themselves about what Mills might say about his opponent, Jimmy Vetalo. A match that has been most anticipated and also the fact that they are getting to hear a wrestling promo for free in their very own local church. The church is beautifully modern and decorated, with decorated glass windows which shine the sunlight through. Standing on the stage are two priests and one of them stands out, wearing a large black robe and a small black Bible in his hand, and is identified as the guest preacher for today, 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills', the contender for the TnT World Heavyweight championship this Sunday at Mayhem. It is also noted that many people are wearing the 'Statistics Rollers' T shirt which are being sold for local charities.

Many of the local gatherers who usually attend this church are nervous about the many other people here and grumble about it amongst themselves. Nicky walks towards the podium and taps on the microphone which makes a feedback sound to confirm that it is working. 'The Outlaw' holds up his hand for silence and everyone quitens down, wondering what he has to say. Mills clears his throat and then begins to speak.

Nicky Mills: MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS! THERE ARE SINNERS AMONG US!

The audience look horrified and boo loudly towards the 'sinners comment' as Nicky continues to speak.

I have wrestled ever since I was thirteen years old. I trained with the Hart family, who were very close friends of mine. I wrestled in a company called N.E.W, a company that like now, had a politically charged champion. But my career was cut short because of a sin another man committed on my younger brother, god rest his soul.

In order to justify getting revenge, I committed a sin. But I was thrown in prison for casting my revenge. My saving grace came in the form of Mark Drivlaine, a greedy man but also a knowing man. He knew my talent and hired me, but for several years wasted me to political issues. Yes, the Maniac's all lived on even though I knew in my heart, I was a better man.

Nicky clears his throat for a second before continuing.

My opponent on Sunday Mayhem is indeed a greedy man. He sold his soul to politcs, the money and the women. I once did this, but then I was saved by a group of men who convinced me that the right way was to not brag, but to take action. These men did everything to try convert me, but I won the fight. Then suddenly, I realized something after Nic Totopoulous revealed himself. That this was a man I had idolized from when I was young and growing up in my local town in Wales, a small country. He had turned himself AGAINST me and had known my sins.

He taught me that wrestling is the only path to take. When I wrestled him in an Iron Man matchup, I realized this is why I was born. To entertain the audience. To make people remember my name forever. I want my name to be synonymous with professional wrestling as the greatest wrestler to ever step through the ropes into the squared circle. I dont care about championships or key wins and losses. No, none of that matters anymore.

That's all I thought about once. Jimmy Vetalo was me in the past. But now he must learn the error of his ways. So must his running partner, Rollin Thunder. These two men have sinned for their entire careers. Getting title shots by moaning and whining or just messing with that champion. Thunder only was cast into the spotlight in the UwA because of being a 'rebel' and trying to come onto Michael Edward's girlfriend. It disgusts me that my name was once associated with his.

Jimmy Vetalo was once an Italian man, but because of pressure to convert himself to America, he's grown himself a few muscles and got an American accent. I'm disgusted that this man is a pimp for this country, that he can only survive with the World championship. Without it, he is a lost soul which wonders with the other failures. It is too late to convert him however, as he has sinned too many times in professional wrestling.

Men have fallen to his reign such as Mike Wilson and unfortunately, Ten Minute Major. Major is a great athlete and knows his wrestling, but many old school wrestlers even cringed at seeing Vetalo not even look good against him. No, the ego has become so inflated that he believes himself to a God.

He's even mentioned it in a few wrestling promo's of his. It's disgusting to see him cut down a man known as Nic Totopoulous, who will forever be a better wrestler than him. The Statistics Rollers have for too long taken this company over, and because I have been busy with the Disciples, it's been hard to intervene. His words are filled with homosexual references and statistics to back himself up. Let me ask you, does a man NEED to give us his resume of achievements to be called 'great'?

The audience are truly into this promo and shout 'NO!' at Mills, who holds out his arms as if to say 'I told you so, Vetalo'. He then continues to speak.

Now however, he has reached the end of the road. No more politics, no more excuses, it is time to teach him how it's done. It's time to take that title away from him and make him earn his right as a 'wrestler'. This man has no training as a wrestler, and if he has, it's certainly not known. He entered from that disgraceful company known as EFW along with his running partner, a man who has also been in the thorn of everyone's side, Rollin Thunder. I've sat here while they have literally destroyed this sport that I love. Wrestling is what it's called, not 'Trashtalk Hour'.

Here's an example of their stupidity. When I was running in the Dynasty, me and Reed Harrington were in a World title match and Rollin Thunder, after making some comments to a wrestling magazine about some of the wrestlers, he was removed as champion. They were afraid that they would lose their publicity, and decided to print some lies. Yes, according to them, they confronted ME and told me that I sucked as a wrestler and so I whined to Kent Strong.

Hah! Seriously, do any of you believe that? I showed the entire world a videotape of the press conference. When I did so, they then doctored that footage and decided to dub themselves interrupting my speech. Not only did they do that, Vetalo then proceeded to tell everyone that I had doctored my footage. Now, everyone, do you believe a word they say?

Many of them boo loudly and chant 'Mills! Mills!' several times at the guest preacher, who looks happy with the response he is getting.

Rollin Thunder still has that story in that ego inflated head of his. The underground column was removed, but I remember some of the comments he made, and one of them got him fired. "There is no wrestler that can beat me because I run that company. Me and Vetalo could beat any bitch there and literally dump them back to working in KFC." Now a man who is TOLD to represent the company says this, they don't belong as World champion.

Thunder came back from his suspension and had that story ready to tell to anyone who would listen to him, namely his bitch, Jimmy. He may be a cocky man, but his bark is louder than his bite, and his bite is nothing. Jimmy on the other hand, has now taken the spotlight by owning the company. He paid seventy million dollars for his shares, and what did I pay? Nothing. I'm part owner for them, and I just get the profits.

No, their days of 'owning' this company are over. Nothing lasts forever, Jimmy. You've had your fun, so now it's time to lose. Xander Kross is not important now, but those two must be taught the error of their ways. It's time a new champion was crowned and actually led this company for it's great wrestlers. Eric Baxter, Macintosh Rogers, One Winged Angel, Nic Totopoulous, Mike Wilson, and such others must be led by a true leader. That leader, ladies and gentlemen, is me, Nicky Mills. Jimmy Vetalo's time as a World champion is up. But ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you, guests in the crowd today...The biggest wrestling sins to walk the earth, The Statistics Rollers, Rollin Thunder and the World champion, JIMMY VETALO!

People are looking around surprised but then notice two men sitting in the front row. It's obvious they are not the real High Rollers, but merely impersonators. However, we are going to call them that, since of coarse, they are impersonating them. 'Rollin Thunder' is rocking back and forth in a very strange way while Vetalo just has a permenant snarl on his face, as he holds a piece of paper which says 'TnT World title'.

Hey guys...what are you doing in a church? I mean, didnt you guys used to beat down cardboard clipouts of me?

Rollin Thunder: Son, I'll send you to the hospital just like I say for all my other opponents. I'm the best in the world! But I just happen to be Vetalo's bitch. Me and Vetalo kept TnT alive even though there were much better talent than us that were doing the same.

Jimmy Vetalo: Grr! You tell them Derek! Tell them how great we are! How we're the tag champions and we haven't defended the belts in months! Grr! I'm a Grand slam winner and a three time World champion! We own TnT! We'll fire your asses!

Yeah, whatever. You two are THE sinners in professional wrestling. How do you feel about that?

Grr! Me and Thunder are the best! We run TnT to the ground!

Did I mention I hang onto the coat-tails of all the wrestlers I've teamed up with? I mean, it's not that I suck, it's just that I'm absolutely terrible at holding my own. See my World title reign for that one.

The audience are laughing at the impersonations, but it's also noted that Vetalo is officially a 'good guy', so a few members of the church crowd also begin chanting 'Vetalo! Vetalo!

Jimmy! Look! You have fans!

Fans?! Grrr! What fans? All I have is my gold digging bitch, Katrina. I don't need fans! All I need is her and Derek, my boy.

I'll whoop your ass son! Your our whipping boy! Yeah, just like that talented Mike Wilson was.

Um, you haven't faced me in a long time, have you?

No sir...I have not. I also am proud of ruining peoples careers who are better than me. You know what they say, take out the better competition.

Whatever, you stupid egotistical loser. Vetalo, how do you feel about facing me?

I'm a Grand Slam winner, a three time TnT World champion, two time tag champions with Thunder...

Uh, Jimmy?

Grrr?

I didn't ask for your entire resume. I just asked how you feel about facing me. Man, your TnT's answer to Mike Furious.

HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME! I'LL BURY YOU BACK TO THE OPENING MATCH, YOU SHITBAG!

Cram it, you idiot.

The people in the crowd are laughing at what they have just seen. Mills then shakes his head before continuing to talk into the microphone, Nicky now having a giant grin on his face.

That's how it feels to listen to you two. I didn't mean for that to be funny. I'm just showing everybody how you two act in front of the camera's. You see, that's how everyone see' you two, as pathetic wannabe's who think they're at the top of their games. I'll tell you this Vetalo. You continue to underestimate me, and yet I know everything you do.

Every um..move.. you have in your arsenal, I'll reverse it. Your finisher too. The Knock Off? Pah. What the damn kind of move is that? I feel to that move the last time, and it aint going to happen again. Face it, your days as the TnT World Heavyweight champion are over. Done. Finito. True wrestling will come alive, and the Statistics Rollers will fall when the smoke clears, Jimmy Vetalo. Here endeth the lesson...

Mills then walks from the podium and towards the camera which he is walking towards, before sneering.

Motherfucker.

The audience are murmuring between themselves about this promo as the scene slowly fades to darkness.