The Ladder To The Gold

The scene opens with the wind blowing hard, as the leaves scatter all over the place, making it look like it is autumn. The building that the camera is staring at is the UwA Towers in New Orleans, Louisiana. As the camera is slowly moving closer towards the building, the camera then switches to the parking lot, where we can see many parked cars, all probably owned by the staff of the United Wrestling Alliance. 

A large black limo slowly pulls into the parking lot and parks in a special parking space for limousines, as the long black limo comes to a complete stop. Out steps the driver of the limousine, who slowly moves to the right hand side and opens the door, to reveal 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills, wearing a pair of blue Levi jeans and a white Von Dutch tee shirt. Smiling at the driver, he gives him a hundred dollar note and the driver smiles gleefully as Nicky utters to the driver "Go get your wife something nice." as he asks the driver to wait for him, and the driver nods and slowly gets back into the limousine.

The Hollywood Icon and The Wrestling Legend moves towards the entrance of the building and the camera follows the highly paid billionaire superstar, as he slowly walks towards the receptionist, who seems to be engaged in a conversation, as she doesn't seem to look up and acknowledge his appearance. He simply smirks and grabbing the receiver off the woman's ear, slams it back down, as the blonde receptionist looks up in anger, as she suddenly turns red with anger, but is also taken aback at the same time.

You had no right to do that! I was in the middle of an important telephone call!

I couldn't give a fuck what you were doing. And an important phone call? Your paid to answer calls and direct people, not to do anything else.

I'll have security remove you if your attitude continues to be like this.

You stupid bitch, you wouldn't dare. I could sue you for millions for improper conduct towards an employee from the United Wrestling Alliance. Now tell me where Mark Drivlaine's office is, because I have an appointment with him.

The blonde receptionist simply points down the corridor, as he smiles at the offended receptionist, and loudly says "Have it your way." and walks away from the desk, walking down a long corridor and stopping at the end which has a large door, and a marquee outside the door which reads "CEO MARK DRIVLAINE". He slowly opens the door and steps inside the large office, as the CEO Mark Drivlaine slowly puts down his phone down and smiles as the controversy made wrestler.

Could you refrain from being rude to my receptionists, Nicholas?

Fuck you, you hire too many blonde bimbo's who are only obsessed with having their own way. Then again, you did hire Jamie Walsh, and I bet you have an appointment with her tonight. And second of all, never call me by my real name, its Nicky, not Nicholas.

You sure have a way of being nice to your boss. Anyway, take a seat.

'The Outlaw' slowly moves towards the office chair and takes a seat, staring at CEO Mark Drivlaine, who offers a whiskey to Nicky, who declines the offer but politely, as Drivlaine sits down and clears his throat, before speaking to Nicky.

Now I assume you have spoken to your agent about the current situation we have, correct?

I've not seen him today, but what is all this about?

We have a very serious problem on our hands. Johnny Ringo was taken into rehab for his addiction to Jones Soda, and as a result, your matchup is cancelled.

Bullshit! That fucking prick cant stop taking steroids. What a pathetic excuse he has come up with. He's too afraid to get into the ring with me.

I'm sure that is not true, but let me continue. Now we don't want to let the crowd down because this is quite a serious cancellation, so as a result I have booked a ladder match between someone I will name later, yourself and 10 Minute Major, and this is for the vacated European championship.

Wait a second, you give a loser like Maniac a United States title shot against Big Boss, and you give me a shot at a title I have already won?

Maniac just happens to be talented.

Ha! He is as talented as a horses ass. Please, I don't want to hurt a man who is resisting the Legend Killers, but if that's the way it is, your going to have a serious situation on your hands.

Of coarse it's going to be a brutal match.

You seem to forget it was me who ended Michael Edward's little glorious run, and I was the one who beat Judas into extinction.

And believe you me Mark, I will take that title, but once I do, I'm coming for the Legend Killers, and whoever gets in my path will be destroyed.

Mark laughs as he nods, and with a giant smile on his face, he shakes Nicky's hand, as Mills slowly steps towards the door, and exists the office, as the scene fades to black.

Oh poor 10 Minute Major, I really don't want to kill the guy. He just happens to be talented, and is resisting the Legend Killers' boring reign over this company. But if that is the match, then I'll give him the beating he'll deserve for ever opposing me in the first place.

Ah yes, you have hated me for a very long time. The hate you have for me is quite remarkable, and I applaud any hate against me, since it will make an opponent harder to beat. I remember the first time you laid your eyes on me as 'The Outlaw', and I saw that fear, that fear of being crippled, because as you know, I have no emotion.

I have no remorse.

I am a cold hearted bastard Major, and I will admit it. Maybe it was everything that this company did to me, terminating my contract because Drivlaine accused me of jumping ship to HIW, having his guards beat the crap out of me in the parking lot so Jonny Fly had a better chance against me, and having Kurrgan destroy me in my first Pay Per View win, or maybe it was what Minds Eye did to me.

Maybe all of that changed me Major, to the man that stands in front of you, a man who is a wrestling traditionalist, a man who wrestles all styles and isn't afraid of a single soul, and will fight anything and anybody that challenges him to a showdown, that is, if it is worth anything. This company doesn't care about you Major, and if it did, it wouldn't put you in this torturous match against myself, someone who will end careers such as I did to Jeremy Cundiff and Gavin James. It doesn't want you Major, it doesn't need you, and as a result, they have put you in a dangerous match against a dangerous man. Do not blame me when I put you into a hospital permanently and end up like Nic 'Cripple Bitch' did, blame the United Wrestling Alliance.

They are the enemy Major, the United Wrestling Alliance have let the Legend Killers reign supreme and stop anything getting an equal opportunity of anyone doing anything except get beaten down time after time. They are the cancer to this company, and Mark Drivlaine doesn't give a flying fuck about you or anyone else. What I will do to you will be the example of what I do to the Legend Killers when 'The Outlaw' finally faces them and one by one, annihilates them. You poor soul, you actually believe you stand a chance.

When we all know you don't.

You're a fly trapped in the spiders web, you're Mario trapped with Bowser, you're a seal trapped with a shark. Do you see the picture? You don't stand a chance of victory, because you are going to fall and you will fail, and there's all guarantee on that. Your measly insults and promises will get you nowhere. You can talk about my movies sucking, but you are clearly wrong, as they broke box office records and millions of people came to see it, and evidence shows that they were popular, that's why I am the Hollywood Icon.

This ladder match is quite typical, as I have competed in many before. I have the experience of climbing that ladder, such as matches with Jeremy Cundiff and the TLC tag title match where I came out victorious. Major, I can tell that you have your own dreams, but in Madison Square Garden, you will not come out victorious. You are losing an uphill battle, no chance of winning and no chance of any reconciliation. The only happening will be me victorious, bringing home the European championship for the second time to 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills. It may not be the most important belt, but at least I will have something that the Legend Killers will not.

All you are doing 10 Minute Major, is stopping me from achieving my goals, and when you look at what happened to Jeremy Cundiff as the result of a vicious beating by The Technical Wonder, you will change your mind about stepping up to the plate and challenging me in my debut match. This is the match that people don't want to see, this is just bullshit because Johnny Ringo decided to check himself into rehab as soon as I gave him the challenge. But I will give these people the satisfaction of watching you bleed to death in the middle of the ring. They can cheer me, they can boo me, I don't give a flying fuck what these people do, but you are about to put yourself through torture just for the European championship.

And when you lie paralyzed in a hospital bed, and your wife cries next to your crippled body, and your baby daughter Victoria cries and asks why Nicky Mills did that to her father, you will realize the fact that you are fighting someone that has no remorse for anyone and anything that challenges him. If I could destroy two men without a shed of remorse, then I guess I am not going to back away from this one, will I?

You mindless fool, your about to get yourself killed and your excuse is over a meaningless championship belt. Think about the consequences, think about your family. Do you really want to do this to yourself, your wife, your daughter, and everyone who cares about you? I don't think so, so give up the front and admit you're weak, you're afraid, at the sound of my name. The torture for you will begin at April Resurrection, and there's not a thing you can do except take your punishment, or admit you're a coward. I'm giving you the chance to accept that you are nothing but a lamb being led to the slaughter.

Don't blame 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills for your demise.

Blame the United Wrestling Alliance, for they are the men that are doing this to you.

We then see Nicky Mills in a dark room, the only light in the room is the one of a torch being shone into his face, as he turns and walks away from the light, leaving the camera in the darkness all but a light with nothing to shine upon, as the scene fades to complete black.