The gospel of the future...

Have you ever felt that moment where you don't care what happens to you, that if you were to die, you wouldn't hate it, or love it, you would just wonder why and not give a damn. That's how I felt when Cosmos pulled that knife, I felt the edge of it scarring across my face, and looking into my manager's eyes as he spoke his bullshit, trying to throw me off of the fact he wasn't going to kill me. I knew, his eyes knew, that he couldn't kill me, he wouldn't have the guts to kill a true Wrestling Legend, and to murder a Hollywood Icon. His cold staring eyes had emotion filled, and I had been the one to push him over the edge.

Have you ever felt that moment where you don't like who you are? I have felt that many times throughout my career, hating the man I have become, the sick twisted vile son of a bitch that I am today, the evil ego that lives inside of me. But no matter how much I don't want it, I am it, and I'm starting to love it. Feeling that raw emotion of pain and misery, seeing men bloodied and suffering before you, begging for mercy. I show no mercy, I show no remorse, I show nothing which is good, just that one thought that I am the best thing alive.

Do you like the moment where you step through the curtain, hearing the peons of the wrestling world curse your name, throwing their full beers and their trash at the man they despise, the man they have learned to hate. Do I care? No, these people are jealous of my abilities, of my golden performances, of my looks, my stamina, of everything I have. I am trained in martial arts, Olympic wrestling, and technical wrestling, and everything else to keep me here and alive. You could call me a Silent Assassin, with no emotion, just that thought of the victim's demise, watching them breathe their last breath, watching them curse you to hell, and then the silence of the night. Every time I wrestle, all I think about is my opponent, his weakness, his strengths, and just that thought that I will prevail mentally and physically. 

Everytime I am taken down, I await a distraction as he taunts for the crowd, and I will rise to my feet and take him down with a clothesline, watching his head bounce off the mat as 'The Outlaw' applies a sharpshooter, hearing the screams of the victim, hearing the referee ask 'Do you quit?' to the man who's feeling his own suffering, and then hearing the words...I Quit! I give up! The bell rings, and my hand is raised, my smirk annoying the crowd as they throw their garbage and their insults at me, that the thought of evil overcoming all good is too much for them, but I don't stop there. No, I continue to pummel the worthless pile of shit that is lying and crying on the mat, their screams booming through my ears as an attempt to stop my destruction, applying the sharpshooter yet again and hearing them beg for their life, their sobs and their breathing being heavier and heavier, and as the referee tries to break the hold.

Don't you love that moment when you are in control? That you can make and break someone's career, whether with a piledriver or a submission hold. No matter how many people hate who I am, you can never break the character of an evil man. Truly, the evil overcomes the world, and all good is lost. Ending careers and seeing men lying in a hospital bed, fighting for their own lives because of that simple mistake that they messed with the wrong bastard. Don't you remember, Gavin James? Don't you remember how it was me who ended your career, that I was the monster who put your life at risk? And what did you do for revenge? Nothing, because you were scared. You still hold that scar, you touch it and it throbs in pain, you cry out because you know the man who did that is still in this world, is still fighting, is still surviving, and ending other men just like yourself.

Oh Michael, why are you still fighting your thoughts and feelings? Your scared and afraid, I know this. You don't want to fight me, yet a part of you is saying not to back down from me. Why, Edwards? Why? I saw your interview, and heard what you had to say. I'll say it to your face Edwards, only you've been hiding from me since Day 1 I made the challenge! Just rest assure, once you accept, you cant back out. It ends like this, either I end your career, or you beat me, and then maybe, just maybe, I'll accept your a legend! After all, if you can pin me for that 1..2..3, you would be truly classed as a legend, that you outwrestled me and overall, outmatched me. But then Edwards, there's that other feeling that's saying 'Michael, 

Mills is far the man you are, and could end your career in a heartbreak.' And that voice is holding you back from saying the magic word, and the challenge is set. The guilt that you have done nothing for this business, and that all you did is kiss Drivlaine's ass for a few title shots. Mark's best friend, it seems to be. That little guilt trip is causing you to not accept my challenge, and your bullshit on your interview is just trying to cover your tracks. Face facts, you don't stand a goddamn chance, do you? You can run, but you cant hide, meaning at November Reign, you'll have to come out of your hiding place and accept the truth: you will fall to 'The Hollywood  Icon', and you will be my newest victim, joining Jeremy Cundiff and Gavin James in the hospital. Like the sound of it? Good, because it will be your future, courtesy of a true 'Outlaw' beating.

Bye Bye Michael, it was good knowing you...

The scene opens in an arena in Las Vegas, Nevada. Wrestlers from all around the country are fighting each other, and the fans are having a great night.  Two wrestling athletes have just put on a tremendous wrestling performance, and the fans are giving them a standing ovation, as they both hug and shake hands, and enjoy the reaction they are receiving. As the fans prepare for their next match, the announcer gets into the ring and announces that 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills is rumored for an appearance, and that he will be interviewed. The fans turn irate, and we see many signs which are negative about Mills, including those which say 'R.I.P Outlaw' and 'Die Outlaw Die'. The camera circles around every part of the arena, and then 'F*ck Off' plays over the sound system, as the lights darken and police officers and security guards surround the entrance, as the fans turn vicious and throw their rubbish and trash at the officers, as 'The Hollywood Icon' Nicky Mills walks through the entrance, wearing his bomber jacket and his bright pink shades.

 He has an evil smirk on his face as he looks around the arena to see the reaction he is getting. He merely laughs and walks down the aisle, as fans launch wads of spit onto the guards, aiming at Mills, as the officers surround the ring, and Nicky enters the ring to a loud negative response. 'The Wrestling Legend' is given a microphone, and the chants and shouts become louder, as highlights of his wrestling and movie career are shown on the giant screen. After a few minutes, the crowd die down, but we can still hear the chants, but Mills continues anyway, showing no regard for the crowd.

How do you people sleep at night, you dirty rats? How dare you disrespect a man who has given this business the attention it deserves? I am the future of Hollywood, and the man who gives wrestling a proper name, and you have the audacity to throw trash at me? Urgh, and I used to perform for you people too. At the end of the day, you are all pawns being used by the government, yet you think your all above me enough to try and make me feel bad, because your heroes think they can kick my ass. Let's not forget it was me who ended the career's of the Unbreakables, it was me who broke them in half, and me who put the Chaos Theory into hospital beds, ending their careers for good.

I didn't come here to listen to you disgusting pitiful pigs, I came here to discuss the two matches I will conquer come November Reign. Everybody knows that I hold the United Wrestling Alliance together, giving out my best performances every single night, being the only man to bring in tremendous ratings, and the man who gives Hollywood the best acting you can have, Yet, because I speak the truth, everybody hates me and tries to ruin my reputation? AND to top it all off, all of you like that annoying fake legend known as the Golden Boy, The Wonder That Is. Well after all, he's a boy, and he's in a man's world, where I stand triumphantly over all beings of mankind. It doesn't matter whether I win or lose, I am smarter and better than all of the wrestling companies put together. WWE, NWA: TNA, RoH, they all want my services, because I cut the best moneymaking promo's, I am the most popular man in the entire universe, and every wrestling match, you have seen the best of me. So then why am I not the World champion of the UwA? Because that belt is a pile of shit, why would I want a belt held by an ape, a man with no brains, who has to be the most awful over-rated person I have ever seen, X Kalibur. Please, you have to show respect for the fans to hold a belt? Why should I show all of you respect, after my beginning was shat on by you foul beings? I mean, saying 'yo my nigga, I'z the man round ere and I gonna whoop some ass.' isn't the smartest thing you can say, is it? And yet, X Kalibur is loved by all his adoring people, but he has the guts to talk about 'The Outlaw' negatively? That World title has been passed around more than Rollin Thunder's wife, and that's just being nice.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCK YOU MILLS FUCK YOU MILLS

But let me cut to the chase, I have two matches, one because every time I have a match, the ratings shoot through the roof, and two, I am finally being recognized by that fool Drivlaine as the future of this business. Yes, one is a non title match against some guy I have never heard of, and the other just so happens to be the Reign Master 2003. Now, let me discuss my first opponent, a very unlucky person by the name of Rubeus Dahrkov, supposedly an 'up and coming' superstar. Well kid, this is the end of the road for you. You have made a very bad mistake, because when you face me, I am ruthless, aggressive, and I will take you down faster than anything you have ever seen. You see kid, your fighting my favorite type of match, an old school wrestling fight. People like you have always thought before the match that they can win, they trash talk like a Rage promo, thinking their words mean a damn to anyone. But you, this time you know your trapped in a corner, and like a wounded animal caught in a trap, you'll squirm and fight out of it, but in the end Rubeus, you will be staring up at the lights, something you seem to be very good at these days.

The only thing going for you is that your precious belt isn't on the line, because I guarantee that you will not win this fight, nor will you come close to. Why? You have seen me wrestle the best, and come out on top. Minds Eye, Kevin Cosmos, Wall2k, all of them have fallen to me, and people like you...well, it's easy to beat you. But this night will be the worse night of your career, because I will personally humiliate you. Trust me, I already see you are intimidated by me, and you are panicking at the thought of facing him,. Done worry, my opponents are usually intimidated like yourself, that before the match they are nervous at the fact that this is a make or break situation for them, because facing a true legend is something which they have always wanted. But as they step through the curtain, something inside of them says 'You aint got a chance, and you know it' so time after time, I lay the biggest fucking ass kicking you have ever seen, and pin them for that 1..2..3, as you stare up at the lights, and you know the dream is over. You must know that feeling very well Rubeus, because I promise to you and to these disgusting foul beings that 'The Outlaw', 'The Hollywood Icon', 'The Wrestling Legend' will be the man to walk away the winner, and you'll just be another guy thrown to me by those talent less fools who run this hideous company.

Now onto November Reign, where it's everybody versus everybody. No friends, everyone's your enemy because the winner will be the Reign Master 2003. But the opponents in this match pose no threat to me. Speaking of no threat, I was listening to that god awful prick Freedom Morelez spew out a bunch of crap which you expect to hear from Hetherington. But I couldn't understand it because he was trying to act like a big gangster who feels that they are the man, so they go off on a rant about World titles and all that shit. Freedom, let me ask you a question, do you think the reason why nowone gives you respect, or anticipates your return, is because nobody gives a crap about you or your accomplishments? Tell me Freedom, What have you done for this business? Nothing, except win titles and go on rants about yourself. Christ, and I thought Rage was something, you just don't know when to quit, do you? And to top it all off, you actually believe your Main Event of this industry, when to put it bluntly, nobody wants you back. Your just some stupid bastard who thinks 'Wow, maybe I'll use me nigga powers and try the thug attitude.' like your best buddy, Drago. 

You see, the two of you have something in common. Your wrestling talents are pathetic, you bore the living fuck out of people, and you think that people respect you and like you. Jesus Christ, at least have the decency to know your not the best like me, you will never be as good as you want to be. But no, all I hear from you is hearing you repeat yourself trying to cut a good money-making promo, Outlaw style. You actually truly believe your going to win this match and weasel your way through it, but when you stare into the eyes of a cold blooded bastard, when your eyes meet mine, you will run a mile...run, keep running, and don't look back, because if you stop for breath, I'll take you right out and it'll be my pleasure to finally break in half, the 'Ghetto Bitch' that you are. One thing has always bothered me in this business, when every time a black person enters the company, he plays the thug character. Believe me, I've seen them all, but three of our black superstars happen to play the 'thug bitch who thinks he's everything' gimmick, but they never ever back it up. Freedom, Drago, don't kid yourselves on thinking this match is for the taking, because when you look at what your future will be, you wont be around for much longer, and this time, your thug personalities wont get you far, because as you come crashing onto the mat, and you see me staring up at you, and you beg, YOU PLEAD, for forgiveness, I wont stop! You hear me? Read my lips, ghetto bitches, 'I-Will-End-You'

Excuse me for making the point very clear, but I just have to show them what will happen to them if they continue to kid themselves on winning this match, just like the other superstars involved, someone such as Big Boss. Yes, that bald headed bowling ball is back in uttering nonsense and talking to himself. You know, ever since you became the devil's bitch, or whatever you call yourself, you liked to always talk the utter shit to me and think that you could get away with it. Boss, it was always in TnT that you thought to yourself 'Nobody wants me here, nobody likes me, so I'll just change my style' and from there, you changed from a nothing to an absolute idiot who talks, acts, and delivers nothing. Tell me, I thought you could actually give me a fight, because that's what you always said to me, when me and Segrada were running the show. "Hmph, Hmph, TRUTH! Set me free!" I remember you used to say to yourself as you delivered a one liner, thinking that people were actually listening to what you had to say. 

Wow Boss, you work better than sleeping pills, I admit that! That's the only thing you are good at, because when I'm tired, pain running through my body, and I cant get to sleep, your promo's and ring work seem to do the job very well. But no matter what anyone says to you, you came up with the theory that me and Sean were dangerous? Wrestling you, or even trying to fight you, it's like dealing with the handicapped. Let's take the four way for example, you got that cover, but that was a miracle, Boss, and I wasn't at my best. Hey, nobody's perfect, but you didn't seem to care. After all, your DQ victory still stands out as the best in your short miserable career, because apart from that, that is the CLOSEST you will come to actually beating me at my best, and you caught me at the wrong place at the wrong time. Reign Master 2003, your ass is grass, and this time, not even your Terror X friends will save you from the beating your going to get come November Reign. As they say Boss, it's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog. Meaning? You may be a big bald headed goof, while I'm a smart cunning glorious all rounder, and you may know all the power moves and grunts, but I'll throw you over that top rope, and Boss, you better believe it, because it's going to happen!

These people are unbelievable, throwing their trash at me and trying to make me feel bad about my actions. Some kid in the front row is heckling me about me being a cold blooded bastard who's going to get what he deserves, and the police officers are absolutely astonished by the reaction I get from these fools. But then again, everyone in the arena is worthless to 'The Hollywood Icon' anyway, so what does it matter? I clear my throat, as the fans become louder and louder, the noise in the arena becomes like a scream to ears.

People, just because your all worthless pawns being used by everyone and everything, does not mean you have the right to interrupt my promo.

That pissed them off alright! A beer bottle merely misses me and hits an officer in the back of the head, as he hits the ground face first, creating a chaotic scene at ringside. After a long while, and the fans have quietened down due to the fact that the repetitiveness of their chants and booing and trash throwing is making them tired and hot, I continue with what I was saying.

It's like this, the Kovenant are not going to be trusting anybody, and they sure wont be helping each other out. 'The Outlaw' is his own man but no matter what, he will fight his own battles, and eliminate every goddamn fool who stands in his way until he wins the Reign Master 2003, and not even the world's biggest shit-head will be in my way. I'm talking about that nut of my stable friend, Mikey Hell. How in the hell did that clown manage to even be able to wrestle? I'll admit, he is one psychotic weird bastard, but for gods sakes, do you actually see this guy beating someone of my caliber? Ha, he may be the craziest shit in the business, but he doesn't have the strength, the talent, to eliminate me this time! Mikey, it was YOU who got me last time, but it's been a long year, and guess who the better man is now? 'The Outlaw' is better than all in my ring, and around the other pieces of shit in my way. I am the FUTURE of this industry, and you can bet you will see Nicky fucking Mills walk out of November Reign, two wins in one night, and even if it means me fighting that god awful Rage, or eliminating any of my Kovenant friends, it will happen. 

I am tired of the nothings getting all the attention around this shithole, look at X Kalibur and Hetherington. They main evented the one company which I held a great deal of respect, and instead its a wannabe main eventer versus a chump who thinks he's a thug. After all my dedication to this industry, this is how I am repaid? Getting sluts as opponents on my debut? What type of treatment is THAT? Mark sure knows how to run a company. I should have been fighting in the main event, the one place where people come to see me wrestle. But now, it's going to change, UwA is going to finally get the attention it deserves. All the talk is about what the Kovenant will do to change, and by getting rid of that psychopath Judas, we will continue to prevail. First, either Mikey or any one of us will win the Reign Master, and go on to face the champion, whoever that will be. Me? I don't want the world title, I came back to challenge Michael Edwards! I came back to finally end the talk which surrounds him, because it's all talk talk talk, and yet the man cant any of it.

When he stares at 'The Wrestling Legend', he looks into the eyes of the man he will face, and he will realize he has been exposed as the fraud, the man who pulled a few strings and cried like a baby, getting his way. Michael, this is the end of the line for your career, because this time, I aint going to let you put this company to the ground. No No, Michael, this will be the toughest fight you have ever had in your entire career! Nic Totopolous, Wall2k, Reverend Snow,  NONE of them will compare to what I put you through, because I know you'll say Yes. And the rumors that your in the Reign match is all the better, because yes, I hope you win your ring, because when we come one on one, it'll be one big giant dogfight. 

But let's move on, maybe to Andrew Hetherington. He thinks he deserves being in the main event, yet already he's falling for Chasisty? God man, if you cant keep your eyes off a chick, then you aint got a chance! Why? Your going to need all of your mind, instead of making excuses with your bitch about why your watching Chasisty all the time like she's your bitch to glare out? She is playing mind games with you, and your already suffering as a result. So how the fuck are you going to last? See, you aint got a chance! Not one of eliminating everyone but yourself. Look at you! Your a fucking nobody, just a new 'man', but you actually don't do a damn thing. Come the Reign Master, you wont stand a chance, not one single chance of you doing a thing, just being in the way of everyone else. It would take a miracle for you to survive this thing!

And what about 10 Minute Major? What about Criss Calloway? Nothing, they may be superstars, but they wont win! Why cant anyone understand that nobody stands a chance against me? Not Boss, not Morelez, not even Blob! They all are just peons in my way, and they are just making it harder for themselves in the long rum, because no matter what anybody says, this is the Outlaw match! This is the match where only one can win, where only one man is the star of the show, and soon, I will be the UwA Reign Master 2003! Why? Because I will make it happen! You just wait and see, because if I'm at my absolute best condition after I run through Rubeus Dahrkov, your all in a lot of trouble, and that's not predicting, that's fact!

Look at these pathetic fucks, booing me?! I've had it with this stinking place, as I slowly drop the microphone and smirking at the audience, walk down the aisle. I have this one thought of 'mayhem' that surrounds through my mind like a cancer to the brain. There are what if's or 'who's and why's, its the when! There isn't a single doubt in my mind of me being eliminated, and I will be the remaining survivor...

The Hollywood Icon...

The Wrestling Legend...

Wont stop until all is his, and you have every right to be afraid.

As the last moments of the Outlaw is standing at the ramp, with a dark evil smile on his face, he turns and walks out of sight from the camera and the audience, as the scene fades to complete black.