And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you...

Those words you can never ever say to Sarah, that you treat her like she's just another woman to you, that you have all your followers just shrug is aside because you happen to be this image as a good wonder. When I saw Sarah, I must admit I felt like raping her, just to get to you, to make you feel horrible. You are messing with a mind that is like an assassins, I will do anything to get to you, to manipulate your feelings. You have a lovely woman like that, and you throw her away like she's nothing. Touching her and moving down, I saw that she was scared whether to accept it or not, whether just to throw her boyfriend aside and just take me.

You don't like hearing that thought, but she is something out of this earth. Kissing her was a moment of passion, and she didn't want to let go, but a voice told her that she still loved you, but only a quiet whisper. You have manipulated her and made her believe she is truly nothing, that she doesn't matter to you, maybe a night of passion would show truly what Sarah is missing out on, and she would accept. I've been watching you with her, and it's disappointing to see that you are cheating on your beautiful girlfriend, and she doesn't know it, you just think to yourself 'I'm doing right', you pathetic fuck.

What you don't seem to understand is Sarah wants me, she is craving for me, and sorry to say, she wants you out of her life. So you can say I am doing her a favor by destroying you, so she can finally get a true life on this planet, instead of sticking with a cheater and a liar, a man who cheats on his girlfriend and a man who lies about his status, being this legend you are. Raping her would finally show how much you care about her, that you would cry and cry, but she will finally realize that she was a fool taking you back. Watching her beg for mercy is something that would make you snap, make you finally break down, as she lies with that one thought 'Where was Michael when I needed him?' Where would you be? I don't know, but you would seek revenge against I, wanting me hurt and worse, dead. She is not a fool Edwards, she see's a true man when she sets her eyes on one, and I am one of those. You seem to think that your all good and moralized, but really, your just another American, a greedy egotistical bastard.

I outsmarted you by the end of the night. Locking you in to warn Sarah about her getting in my way, you being beaten up with a steel chair. What I didn't count on was you sticking your pathetic face into the match, and I will admit, I was distracted by you. Already, I thought you were here to fight me, but you were there to cost me the match. Well done, you outsmarted me on that occasion, but you didn't outsmart me at the end of the night. I never wanted to win November Reign, because as far as I'm concerned, I wasn't eliminated. Nobody threw me out except for myself, who went to send a message to you, no backing out this time. But those fucking referee's try moralizing the situation by sending me to the back, those fools.

Just you keep watching...

I will keep hunting.

The scene opens in the Toronto Airport, where thousands of citizens and people are moving about in their everyday business. People ranging from small children to old men are in the building, as the camera travels through the people, reaching the V.I.P room, as the door swings open, and the giant cubicle of rooms is unbelievable. We can see a posh family drinking tea and watching television, while we slowly move into a cubicle, where we finally reach the destination. 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills, wearing some round black sunglasses along with a 'Kovenant' tee shirt, is doing some boxing motions in the mirror, working himself up and smiling back at himself. Meanwhile, we can see Kevin Cosmos flicking through the television channels, where we can see a close-up of the United States championship, with 'Kevin Cosmos' now inscribed on the championship, as Cosmos then turns to Mills, a giant smile appearing on his face.

You know, this has been a great week for us.

Well I cant say much because somehow, someway, Rubeus managed to beat me, thanks to that fuck Edwards.

No big deal, man. Michael couldn't handle the fact you had the match won, so he had to even it out. We have more important things to handle, such as what the Kovenant plans to do.

Well I don't know, we just do what we are made to do, and that's take the UwA by its throat.

Speaking of taking throats, you know what match you have this week?

Nope, I aint been catching the drivel of the card yet.

I don't know if you'll like it, but...

Why not?

Well, lets just say the guy involved isn't exactly our class of wrestling.

Oh great, what now? Another fucking jobber that Drivlaine has up his sleeve? His Doctor X or his Bull Ramos. What next, Dust Pan? I can see Cosmos is sort of summoning himself up to tell me the match I have, and so I stop my boxing motions and turn to Cosmos, who clears his throat and then speaks.

You got Rage.

Umm...what?

Sorry man, but I got Hetherington. Looks like Mark Drivlaine is truly back!

'The Outlaw' has a look on his face, both of confusion and anger, and also some frustration. He puts his fist through the mirror, smashing the glass as Cosmos shakes his head and laughs, as he kind of expected this reaction from Mills, as he lies back and changes to the UwA channel, showing the hype of the next show, as we see the run down of the card. As soon as it goes to commercial, Mills turns to Cosmos and we can detect a bit of anger in his voice, as he speaks.

So that's it? After he hires back the best wrestler to grace his company ever in this sport, and makes a pretty big salary for me, he wastes me by putting me in a match with RAGE? After all my blood, sweat and tears I have taken for that careless bastard, he gives me a worthless talent less worker who has the mind and brain of Big Boss? But at least Boss is actually good to work with, he is one big bastard and can take you down and out, but all Rage does is humiliate himself.

There's more. Check out his promo's, they are about to start.

The television screen blares with both promo's of Rage, and as the story of both progresses, Mills is looking with complete disbelief as Rage cuts his last promo before the screen fades to black, as Nicky smirks and laughs at what has just been said.

What the hell was that?

I believe that was the most annoying man, even more pissing off than Maniac, to grace our screens today.

Fucking hell, is that the best he can come up with? Trash talk? Wait till I meet with Drivlaine, I'll be having words with that bastard.

Come on man, we have to go get this flight, no matter who your opponent is.

Although 'The Outlaw' is almost beside himself with anger, he takes a deep breath and taking his bag, heads out of the cubicle as the scene fades to black.

Hours Later...

We then come back, as we see 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills again, this time boarding his flight to Cleveland, Ohio. Kevin Cosmos, holding his United States championship, puts it beside his seat, as we see Nicky is staring out of the window, maybe thinking about how he feels, or how he is going to destroy his opponent. A female flight attendant, with long shining blond hair, and a cute face with a child like smile, walks up to the two exhausted legends, and clears her throat as she speaks clearly, not with any jitters or any signs of being nervous.

Hello sirs. Welcome to U.S.A Airways, can I get you two studs anything?

No thanks, but we'll call you if we do.

Hey wait...aren't you that Kevin Cosmos?

Well NO SHIT!

Ha ha, my boyfriend is a giant fan of yours, always talking about how successful the Kovenant is and that.

That is very nice to hear.

I know this isn't very nice to ask, but can I ask for an autograph?

Cosmos, what the fuck is going on?

Nicky seems to have waken from his sleep and is seeming to get his surroundings sorted, as he rotates his neck, ridding of any stiffness he has. The attendant has a look of shock as her mouth as she seems to have changed her style, now nervous as ever.

Mills, these are called FANS, things which you don't have right now cause your such an asshole.

Then why do you travel with me then?

Because your a good friend, we think alike. Anyway girl, what's your boyfriends name?

Carl, and my name is Jessica. Wow, your the guy who has been doing the movies and that? I thought your Wrestling Dreams was well made, and you did a great job.

Thanks, it's nice for someone to appreciate me for my work, unlike most of America, which seem to like their donuts and chocolate enough to boo me, to hate me.

It's a shame, because your an asshole on television, yet here you seem nice.

I'm an asshole all the time, sugar. Ever since I learned about America and it's tedious ways, I changed for the better.

OK, well I better get these people something to eat and that. If you want anything, give us a call, yeah?

Sure will.

The woman turns, and the camera zooms in on her posterior, as it wiggles back and forths, making some business men she walks past turn and look twice. Mills lies back on the chair and slowly drifts to sleep again, as Cosmos reads through the magazine he was looking through.

Tell me, have you ever felt so angry that your feelings control you, eat you like a cancer in your body. I don't understand why people like Big Boss are benefited, and I am stuck with meaningless opponents week after week. November Reign was a travesty, after Rubeus was beaten and I had it won, but then Michael got jealous and decided to play one of his games with me! Edwards, you think you had it all, screwing me and trying to make me look like a fool. Dahrkov couldn't beat me one on one, he just didn't have enough, so then you showed up and saved the day. Congratulations, you will pay for those actions, and pay for them with your blood and your body. Because I beat you down, you became bitter and gave your friend an easy win, a win which was spoilt.

But this week Michael, you have the privilege to see what your end will be, because I face that worthless chump of a wrestler, Rage. After everything that he has said and done that has made me laugh in stitches, the laughing is over, and the true beating that Cosmos forgot to issue will be sustained. Edwards, I want you to truly look at what your getting yourself into, and realize your end has come, that the Golden Boy will die at December Carnage. Watch as the most untalented fool in the company is taken for a joke and shown how the job is done, watching as he begs for his measly life. He had me almost crying in laughter, his promo's are as stupid and as untrue as Bill Clinton's attempt to tell the whole world he didn't have an affair. Everyone knows that he doesn't stand one hell of a chance at beating me, and that is a promise. 

He will not win

Understand Michael, that you have no control over what happens. I make the rules of the game, and my first order is to humiliate the Homophobe that is, Rage, beating him in front of the Americans who cheer him, beating him in front of John Manning and Trent Hoffman, beating him in front of You! Edwards, it's a shame that sadly, Rage has much chance of winning against me as you do surviving against 'The Outlaw'. After all his bitching and his whining, he has finally got the match he has prayed for. But he preached to the wrong man, because instead, God has given him Wrestling's Master, and he has been issued a death sentence for his career. As of next Sunday, Rage's chances of being a bigger superstar will die. Yes, my prophecy shows that the American hero has finally had his day, and will now sustain the biggest and most vicious hell that has ever been unleashed onto his merciful body. Every move, every submission, every goddamn bitch slap that has ever been used on you will be NOTHING compared to the humiliation you will forever remember that 'The Outlaw' will give you this Sunday.

I tried sending you a message, I tried telling you to don't try your luck. But like the selfish greedy man that you are, you pushed the envelope. Take a trip down to memory lane, where you and me squared off, and what happened? Every word you said in your promo, every guarantee you told the world, was all in vain, and that poor you couldn't back up a thing. You tried to tell yourself' I have things won.' but once you took one look at me in that ring, you knew your days were up in TnT. What happened was the worst ass kicking I have ever unleashed, and I left you in a pool of your own blood, don't you remember? WHAM, with the bar, WHAM again, and you were staring at the lights being laughed at by the world. But as soon as it was over, and everyone asked you what were you going to do, you decided to push things further. One warning wasn't enough, so you did the most stupidest thing a man could do: travel to his home country and try humiliate me. What you did was look like an utter fool, someone who was desperate to get attention, and you took it upon yourself to try and get the last word.

I have had enough of you and your foul mouth, which runs a mile every time you open it. You can do all the stories and all the trash talk all you want, but nobody will give a fuck. I don't need to cut a long long promo like you Rage, my career says it all. You are a fictionous man Rage, you speak things which are not true, even the most obvious. First of all, you called me fat, and that is a no no, because I have the best body anyone could have. Second of all, have you ever heard of size doesn't matter? I guess you haven't, because that's the only insult you have which makes anybody pay attention to you. Your a big untalented piece of shit, and your career is about to end in my hands.

If size is the only thing that matters to you, be in for a big surprise.

Has it actually occurred to your pea minded head that you lost to Cosmos, who is much smaller than you? You stupid fool, you don't actually realize what your saying half of the time. Call me what you want, none of it is true, and it never will be. Why don't you save yourself the bother and get out while you still can? Because once you step into the ring with me AGAIN, I will not only beat you into oblivion, I will make sure you won't feel the same again. Look at what I did to Minds Eye, he has never felt the same after our match, and the fact he lost to me, the upcoming legend. Or wait, ask Cosmos who lost to me while I was a ROOKIE, so what does that tell you? If you cant beat Kevin in his peak, then how in the fuck are you going to beat me? Face it, you wont. Make all the stories you want, trash talk like you've never trash talked before, but none of it will matter, and why? I am the best wrestler in the business, and when I have my mind focused straight, you my friend will be in trouble. When I walk through that curtain, when I look you right in the eye and tell you 'It's over' you will run a mile, or you will do the American thing, fight me. And it will ALL be in vain, because you and your ego will finally realize you cant beat me.

Let me repeat what I said earlier just to put into your brain, Rubeus technically didn't beat me because it wasn't HIM that was the decider, it was Edwards. Yet, you seem to thrive on that little information and rant on and on like your a Brittany Spears song. I don't need to run my mouth like you do, I don't need to depend on my guarantees, I depend on my skills and techniques, things which you will never ever have. But maybe I am being harsh, your good at something all right, your good at being the worst wrestler to grace this business, and I mean that. You cant work a match without using weapons, you cant even wrestle properly, what you do is try make yourself look good by cutting meaningless promo's and telling the worst stories to even appear in wrestling. Even Big Boss can do a better job, and that's really pushing it. The facts are, you will not win by yakking. The only little chance you have will be Michael Edwards, sticking his nose in our business. I want to know however, how your homophobic ass is still allowed around here, yet your a homosexual yourself. I mean, you talk about asses and shits, you called me 'bedtime buddy', you said a lot of stupid shit. How can we take you seriously if you spend half of your time dreaming about hammering Mark Sellers in the ass? Trust me, you call yourself a man, yet it's like like you, all talk.

Here's a nice story Rage, once upon a time, there was a man who was so meaningless, and won the best title in the most terrible way of all time. Yes, beating the legend known as Cosmos in a screw job when he humped Drivlaine's leg so many times, just like what Rollin Thunder did so many times. You then, after all your trash talk and all your meaningless shit, came face to face with 'The Outlaw', the man himself. You thought to yourself that it would be easy, but when it came down to it, you tried to use weapons to get your own way. It didn't work, because I beat you for that 1..2..3, and you were staring up at those lights, which is what your very good at. But then Rage got a very bitter man, and demanded a rematch. Rage got it in the end after some more humping and some gay talk by Rage to Mark, and he set the match up. Nobody wants to see Rage wrestle, it's like watching Andrew Hetherington. So then Rage backs up all his crap by using trash talk and homosexual puns to FORCE people listening to him, but Nicky Mills decided to train and not trash talk so much, so he could show Rage that no matter what, he doesn't stand a chance.

So when Rage enters that ring, and Mills steps through the curtain, Rage's most vicious beating will occur. It will be the brilliance of Mills taking the American hero for a wrestling lesson, making him taste the mat a few times, but I wont stop there. No, I'll hit him with every move he hates, and then he'll be staring up at those lights, and don't surprise to watch him tap out to the Legends Pain. Many superstars have almost passed out due to the intensity of the pain, so it wouldn't be surprising to see America's Dumbest Wrestler to be screaming and begging for the hold to be released. And as he wonders to himself why, I will be laughing at him. Rage thinks that everyone laughs at me, but what he doesn't realize is that he's the joke, not myself. I'm a wrestling legend, for Christ sakes! What a peon to actually believe people would laugh at a class such as myself, but well what do you expect? He's a simple minded fool who is going to feel his very worst nightmare come true.

Just remember Rage...

This is my match, my game, and you just happen to be the lamb...

Being led to it's slaughter...

The loudspeaker then switches on, and announces the plane will be landing soon. 'The Outlaw' smiles and slowly drifts to sleep as the scene fades to black.