Hiding from fate...

So is there ever an end to society?

I never thought so. Life these days, will never end, until every human and peon which lives on this planet is crushed and annihilated from the face of the Earth.  Life is too short to mess around, you must take the opportunity to make yourself remembered. People like Saddam Hussein, he has made an impact on this planet which will make him remembered for a very long time. But you see, everybody will remember 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills. My impact has cast all eyes on me, making me the most hated man in wrestling.

That adrenaline when everybody hates you, they want you dead and they'll go to all lengths. That feeling when you walk out to hear the peons cursing at you, hating you and wanting you to just go away. There will always be evil on this planet, but the source of evil is I. What I have done is truly terrible, but I feel no emotion or sorrow. Yet, I feel as if my ego has taken over the true me. It's like an evil spirit surrounding every part of your body, controlling your every moment and word. You can fight it, yet it will always win. But they say that every part of evil is human, that it can be beaten. Terrorists are evil, but they can be beaten.

But 'The Wrestling Legend' can never die. My legacy will live for a long time, as people curse my name, hating me for my actions. Hitting Jeremy with that shovel and watching blood drip down his forehead, watching his friends cry out to me so they can try to stop me. Fools like Rage will never realize how truly sadistic I can be, that they cannot reckon with the evil that consumes me, that 'The Hollywood Icon' is the most famous man in America, yet everybody hates him because he will not stop to get his way. Whether its to end careers or to win, he will do it.

Maybe it was the abduction by Minds Eye that told me to change my style, or possibly it was that my European championship was robbed because of Drivlaine wanting his new man to walk out the champion. I went through hell for that belt, and I held it for a measly two fucking weeks! TWO WEEKS JUST TO GET SCREWED?! Maybe at that moment I snapped, I hated Mark! I wanted to watch him bleed to death as 'The Outlaw' would make him suffer for all of his crimes to me, after all my loyalty to his company, and he just tosses me aside like his fucking scraps.

Or maybe it was when Nikolas Globe didn't care about me, that I was merely just another man for his use. I don't know, but whatever moment it was, something happened inside of me. All of a sudden, I hated everyone and everything. I wanted to beat the shit into somebody and paralyze them, watch as they begged for their life, but I have just gone too far to be reckoned with. Is this why I have become the heartless bastard that I am?

Call me whatever you want, but I am the man who holds this business together. Without me, there wouldn't be a United Wrestling Alliance, or a World Wrestling Entertainment. There would just be measly little federations trying to be recognized by the world, but it was me who made this happen. People hated me, and that they would come to see my opponent fuck me up and make me want to submit. All I had to do was just cry out and submit, just say 'Oh God, that's enough!' but it just wasn't me. All the guys in the back hate me because of my new ego, that I have gone beyond evil, that I am the man what makes America such an evil place. Those fucking government pigs are the reason that people are robbed of their money, that they have to pay taxes because George Bush wastes all of it on weapons to destroy countries if they don't abide to his bullshit rules. So we have to stand and watch as the American army think what they are doing is necessary for our world? We don't need some ape running things for us! We are our own people, and that is why I have chosen the fame and the glory so I can lead these people into our futures.

I was born to be a superstar, that I would be the man to make wrestling as brilliant as it is today, and to make Hollywood the best place to bring in drama and excitement. Hollywood Icon fits me perfectly. George Clooney? Clint Eastwood? Great, but not the best, not like 'The Outlaw', who has made every movie he has starred in the best there can be, and the best there ever will be. I could just steal Bret Hart's line, but I'm better than that. I am the Technical Wonder, the best wrestler to grace this earth.

And no matter how much you argue with that theory, you can never prove it. So just count your lucky stars your not in my way, because once that happens, I'll run you down and you wont even see it coming.

We open to a small local New York downtown gym, where the crowds of people working out are remarkable. All ages, from fifteen year olds showing off, to fifty year old men trying to tell themselves they can still work out and not suffer a heart attack while doing so. There are many areas of the gym, but the camera focuses as 'The Wrestling Legend', and the 'Hollywood Icon' is bench pressing an unbelievable weight, the sweat pouring off his head and rolling down his black gym tee shirt, which is now drenched with hot sweat. After a long while, he finally stops and grabs a bottle of iced water which is sitting close by, and slowly drinks it down, the relief pouring in him as quick as the speed of light, as the camera looks around, and see's a smiling Kevin Cosmos, dressed in black jeans and a 'Kovenant' tee shirt, watching as 'The Outlaw' turns to him.

I don't even know why I'm bothering. It's not as if the Nighthawks are a big threat to us.

Well you'll still need it, so you can just keep in shape.

Ha, your right, Kev. Maybe I'll do this so we can kill two birds with one stone.

You being the stone, right?

Well of coarse! I'm more than a stone, I'm a diamond and I'm ready to make my impact on the UwA, just like I did with TnT.

You know, out of all the guys I have ever met, you are the cockiest bastard I have ever met.

Well I admit, I am cocky. But I have every right, because I BACK UP WHAT I SAY! Isn't that the whole point? I am the Wrestling Legend, just look at how the business has improved leaps and bounds because of me, and that all the talk has been about 'The Outlaw'. Kevin may be a legend, but I am the best and the greatest, no matter what happens. I don't need World titles like that ghetto bitch X-Kalibur. He represents this company, so we have mindless apes running the show as our man? Fuck that, I am the future and the past! Who has been the man to walk down that aisle and no matter what, always walk out making an impact? Me. Who has always been the man to make the show run, always making the matches amazing? Me. You think people like Reverend Snow, the man who thinks 'oh lookie here, I'm an okie legend like Cosmos, and that Wall2k' made this company the best? Ha, far off it! Kevin, Wall2k, Snow, Edwards, none of them have done what I have done. Not one person has been both a Hollywood AND Wrestling sensation. Cosmos is looking at me as his cold stare breaks my thoughts, and he laughs at my look which is one of surprise and annoyed.

You cutting a promo in your head or something?

Wouldn't you like to know, Kevin?

Oh come off it, Mills. I need food, I've not eaten in hours!

Well let's go then. But I want you to know one thing...

What's that?

You think Judas owns the Kovenant, that he owns me? Well let me make it clear that I am not owned by ANYBODY!  If he thinks I'm doing his barking orders or that your going to try and use me, don't even try. I am my own man, and I will not be ordered around by Judas or yourself, understand?

Ummmm...sure. I'm your manager, man, not as if I'm going to use you for my own shit.

Well knowing Judas, he wants revenge for last Carnage, where something happened that he'll never forget, me beating his ass. And I swear, I'll do it again if he even try's to order me around. Because everybody knows, I do what I want to do!

Judas is nothing more than a face for the Kovenant. All of us are team-mates, and in the Kovenant, there are no leaders. 'The Outlaw' didn't join to be pushed around, he joined so he could be on the team that crush the UwA, and destroy the heroes that try to tell everybody that they wont let the Kovenant ruin their success. Haha, they merely are pawns that are controlled be us. Why don't people realize that? Because they don't want to. Someone that wants their ego to be stroked and that, somebody like X Kalibur, and his little plaything, Rage.

Rage and X Kalibur have to be the two most dumbest men in the business. Is it me, or don't I get Rage's reason to be here? I mean, WHY IS HE HERE? He cant wrestle, he cant perform, he's just a big guy with evil menacing tattoo's which convinces himself that Drivlaine is paying him because he's good. He is the worst to ever step foot in the UwA, and that's going from guys like Nighthawk and Hippie.

Go to hell Hippie!

Rage, nobody wants you here! Has anybody said that they respect you, or even like you? These fans are fucking retarded if they consider you a wrestler, because to me, your a waste of space. What actual good do you do around here? Nothing, because you hold a belt which is a disgrace. United States champion? Forget it, it's nothing! But you see, what you seem to forget is that I've already beaten you, and trust me, it was a bad match for you. I wiped the floor with you and you still couldn't take it like a man! Oh no, it was a blow to your ego, so you started trash talking my home town, like it means everything in the world. Your not a man, your a mouse, and if you even try and fight me again, I'll make our last match a walk in the park, because I will embarrass you and put you to shame! Rage, take a long look at your career, because when Kevin gets through with you and you STILL think your the man around here, to put it blunt, your fucked as far as your career is concerned.

Then we have 'nigga sensation' himself, X Kalibur. His comments about me bored me half to death, and they didn't insult me one bit, and why? Because you can see they are all lies, all bullshit lies to put himself over. Talking tough wont get you anywhere, you have to back it up. Kalibur, you had the audacity to call me a 'choke artist', and then Mike Furious?! Ha, calling me a worthless wrestler like Furious is so insulting, really, it is. Your so fucking pitiful, it's unbelievable. If you want proof of what I can do, watch as I ended Jeremy's career, and watch as I put Gavin James out of wrestling. You see Kalibur, I'm not after that piece of shit title, because it means NOTHING to me! Why do I want a belt that has been held by that worthless nothing, your buddy, Rage? How he can keep a title is beyond me, but you see X, if I wanted that belt, you wouldn't have a chance against me. It would be the lamb being led to the slaughter, because everybody knows, The Wrestling Legend can back up all in the ring. You see Kalibur, I know you and the whole roster are jealous of my beautiful god given talents. I can cut amazing promos, I can draw, I have the talent, I have the skills, I HAVE EVERYTHING! And Kalibur, you have nothing. You and your Rage have something in common, your both boring, annoying, dim minded idiots who don't know a single thing about being the best in this business. Watching Rage think that his bitch means something put my theory to fact, and watching you blabber about how everybody hates you, also did the same. Please X, just admit your not as good as 'The Outlaw'. Hell, everybody knows that there will never be a bigger star than me.

And there, we have Edwards. Mike, I'm waiting for your answer. I'm waiting for you to come out of your hiding place and say 'I accept your challenge.' instead of hiding from me and playing hide and seek, because I'll find you, and I'll beat you until you admit your nothing. Michael, ever since you left this company, I wanted that moment to call you out and finally prove without a shadow of a doubt, your nothing but a doll in the UwA dollhouse, that all of your accomplishments mean nothing to anybody. And then your a hall of famer because you faced a few guys, and beat them? How fucking pathetic! When I face you, I'll personally make sure you don't walk again, that every day you'll look back and cry, because you didn't listen to me, so I put your health and body on the line, and you lost, so every day Sarah has to dress you and feed you, she'll lose the love she has for you. Come off it Michael, your hiding because you know what will happen to you, and your afraid. You know I'm a dangerous man, and your being smart. Come on out and face the music, and I'll make it easy for you, I'll make it fast and quick, instead of slow and painful. Remember Golden Boy, the more you hide from me, the longer the pain will be when we meet, and trust me, it WILL happen, whether you like it or not! Face facts, your not half the man I am, your not half the wrestler I am, your just another Wall2k, all bark and no bite. I'm looking forward to seeing you soon, because it'll be my pleasure to finally step in the ring with the supposed 'legend'.

The two legends step out into the cold wind of New Orleans, where The Hollywood Icon walks to the giant black limo parked outside the gym, and as both men step in, the camera then fades to black, but not without the following message:

You can run Edwards...

But you cant hide!