The Road To The World

Part II

Walking along a never-ending path is your career. You get to a fork in the road and you have to make a decision whether to walk one way or another, both paths having a different impact on your career. I've taken the wrong paths over the years and they lead me to not be taken seriously by the morons that dominate TnT Wrestling.

But I have finally chosen the right paths, and this Sunday, I will prove just that as I will walk out of the arena a winner, something Vetalo is having a little trouble with at the moment with, seeing as he cant even beat Thunder. It ended with a draw as this 'mystery man'' absolutely dominated them, but anybody could do that. I've lived and I've breathed wrestling, I've put all my effort and my dedication into wrestling.

I've faced many legends over the years and have even become a legend myself. Most of these guys who call themselves legends aren't, and are just looking for attention. When I was in my wars with Michael Edwards, I hated him but at the same time, I respected him because he had the same work rate at myself.

Everyday, walking in with style as you go to wrestle just another opponent that night. Every man has their strengths and their weaknesses, and I always capulate on their weaknesses. In my career, I've wrestled many matches, wrestled many types of men, but it all comes down to pure ability and thought.

When your in that ring, you need to focus on your opponent, and a body part that may be a weakness. For Nic Totopolous, it was his back as he injured it during a match with Gravedigger.

Most men are healthy and you need to take a man apart in order for you to get an advantage on them. Wrestling these days is all about 'looks' and charisma, and not about the actual wrestling itself. That is why guys like Vetalo and Thunder are still around, and guys like Reed Harrington still manage to keep their spot and win over and over again.

But no more. It will all end for Reed Harrington as he will get a taste of his own talk as he gets his very first loss as TnT Wrestling airs yet again from the disgusting town known as Cleveland, Ohio, as the main event is set to be the rematch of the triple threat Eurasian contest, with three men who have an opportunity to secure a match for the World championship against the buffoon of a champion, 'The Impact Player' Rollin Thunder.

Now what is an Impact Player, exactly? A player who makes an impact? Since when did the man with the brain of a typical American ever do anything which had an impact? Nothing.

I have something to say to all the wrestlers in TnT: Are you going to bark all day, little doggies, or are you gonna bite?

Most of these guys are all talk and no bite. All bark and no bite. All mouth and no action. Their talking gets them into serious situations such as a championship run. How else would Cortez Prodigy and X Kalibur be taken seriously? They just run their mouths time after time again, and it just ruins wrestling.

It's the talent that counts when you go to that ring. Without it, your a useless piece of shit who deserves to be banished from wrestling. So why does Reed believe that everyone wants to watch him when the fans are attracted by myself, Thunder, Vetalo and yes, even him. He thinks that taking the credit will make people hate him, but really, it makes me want to laugh at his ignorance.

September 11th 2001 was the day 'the world changed', as two planes crashed into the Twin Towers. But who cares anymore? People make such a big deal about an event that has lost it's 'sympathy' spark. Do I really want to have to listen about a bunch of news reporters talking about that day for years to come?

I dont think so. So what if people died in them? People die all the time. Look at the Russian School siege, look at those guys who have more problems than the U.S.A. They're whining about hurricanes when President Putin is attempting to take control of his own country as a result of the school sieges. I mean, THOSE are real problems, not something that happened over three years ago.

But back to wrestling, as I have to step into the ring with two pieces of meat being served up for myself as I take each man apart and finally win my opportunity for the World championship, and then, that will be very bad news for Rollin Thunder. Is he going to run? He's not the type of person, but he should, because once he realises that the cost of his annoying promo's and his wrestling skills, he will already be locked in that Legends Pain, and I tell you, HE WILL SUBMIT!

The Hollywood Icon, The Wrestling Legend, The Technical Wonder, 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills, your next TnT World champion.

The show is a TnT Pay Per View, and the main event is Nicky Mills taking on Rollin Thunder, as the match is a no disqualification matchup, and both men are taking each other apart with right hands as the closing moments of the match close in. Wrestling fans are on their feet as they have witnessed a classic, and both men are bloody and battered as Thunder manages to push Mills to the turnbuckle, and then hits him with a absolute hard hitting Thunder Kick!

KK: THUNDER KICK! THUNDER HAS IT WON!

TD: Rollin Thunder is so close to winning.

Rollin raises his arms in victory but then opens his eyes in fear as Nicky raises himself from the mat, and is staring at him with a look of pure hate and an evil smile has escaped his lips. Wiping the blood off his face using his hands, he wipes it onto his chest and points to Thunder, who then attempts another Thunder Kick, but Mills merely grabs the foot of Rollin and then lifts Thunder into a Rebirth.

TD: Nicky Mills! It's the Rebirth!

KK: I cant believe the Thunder kick didn't do any damage. Rollin has to do more to take down Mills.

Connecting with the Rebirth, Nicky then begins talking, as the words "Now make it happen" are heard whispering. Nicky then drags Thunder into the ring and then putting his legs in a V position, and turning him onto his chest, locks in the Legends Pain, as the chant of 'THUNDER! THUNDER!' echo's around the arena as Rollin screams out in pain and attempts to try grab the ropes, but fails as he tries to wriggle out of it.

TD: Thunder has two choices: Submit or pass out! He has to try get out of this predicament.

KK: This match isn't over until Mills says it's over.

Rollin then raises his arm, possibly ready to submit, and Mills see's this and puts his buttocks onto Thunder's back, the pain becoming more intense. Rollin then begins screaming and slapping his hand on the mat, as the referee then calls for the bell, and the audience are open mouthed at the sight of Thunder submitting as confetti falls from the ceiling at a rapid rate.

KK: NICKY MILLS! NICKY MILLS! HE'S DONE IT! He made Rollin Thunder submit!

TD: We have a NEW World champion! He has finally done it!

The audience are shocked as Thunder is lying limp on the mat as Nicky grabs the championship and hugs it close to his chest as he collapses to his knees and raises the title over his head as the referee raises his arm in victory. Mills then stares down at Rollin, and then makes the ultimate insult, putting his boot onto Rollin's chest and raises the title as the audience are clapping not only for the victory, but for the match they have just witnessed.

Nicky Mills then puts the title over his shoulder and walks to the back, blood dripping from his face as he stares at Thunder who is holding his back in agony and the referee is attending to him as the scene then slowly fades to black.

The camera is overlooking New York City, and the date is September 11th, 2004, the anniversary of 9/11. The camera is looking at Ground Zero, the ground where the Twin Towers fell that very day. People are shedding tears over their loved ones as they remember the memories they have with their loved ones, and a person nearby is reading out the names of the victims of September 11th. But the camera is staring at one person who seems to not be enjoying this remembrance, as the person seems to be muttering to himself and some people recognize the man and realise he could be there to cause trouble. Soon, police officers begin walking over to the man, who has noticed them and laughs as the two officers stop in their tracks, and the man launches a wad of spit at the officers, which lands on one of their police badges, coincidently.

At the sight of this, the figure is Nicky Mills, and a few people turn around to watch the situation.

That's what I think of this day.

Alright now, that's enough! Cant you see your only upsetting the victims?

What fucking victims? Victims of what? Nothing happened to them. They lost a loved one, but so what? They were all maggots who were made to die.

Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

What? I didn't do anything, asshole! I was just looking at how this day means shit, and suddenly now I'm upsetting everybody?

If you don't leave, we're going to have to arrest you on charges of breaching the peace. Do you want that?

Go back to your donuts. I have a right to be here, you know. ISN'T THIS SUPPOSED TO BE A FREE COUNTRY? Huh? Oh no, I'm not liked by America because I speak out against it, so I'm some sort of dangerous threat

Your Nicky Mills, that wrestler who has a problem with America. Of coarse we think your a threat. You spoke out against this day, and we've been ordered that you cannot be here. People want to grieve.

Am I stopping them? No, then get lost. Your not any use here. Why don't you go back and attempt to fight crime, which you cant seem to do these days?

One of the officer attempts to grab his radio, but Mills realising that this would lead into a situation, then alerts the officer.

Alright, Alright! I'm out of here. Christ, what is it with you guys? I'm not allowed to go anywhere without you guys thinking that I will only be there to cause trouble.

Nicky then smirks and begins to walk away from the officers as the scene slowly fades to black.

The scene then resumes at a suite somewhere in New York City. Blaring on a pair of large hi fi speakers is 'My Way' by Limp Bizkit, as a figure is doing squatting and then changes to doing press-ups, until the song ends, and then the figure stops his mini circuit training, and realises the camera is looking at him. He is wearing a plain white tee shirt and a pair of normal black trousers, the tee shirt is drenched with puddles of sweat as Mills stands up and smiling at the camera, begins to speak.

Ah, the cameras! Don't you guys just love spying people?

I never did like these leeches, always trying to grab ahold of you and never let go. Fame is like that.

Indeed it is. I bet these guys want to know my opinion on Reed Harrington's latest pro-American rant. Ugh, I hate it when guys say that bullshit about ratings and themselves. What he seems to realise is that I didn't say he doesnt bring in ratings, but that he is not this 'ratings winner' on television.

The company does that itself. Texans, and all Americans, have this ego when they talk bullshit, that they think they are the 'man who is leading the company.'

Now this guy is doing pretty well for himself, but he should be thanking his lucky stars he's in this main event, instead of bragging about himself and that he believes, in that brainwashed Americanised head of his, that he is right and I am wrong. Being asked to leave the 9/11 grounds because I was looked to be as some sort of threat, it's pathetic.

I wasn't doing anything wrong and then those donut munching pigs walk up and ask me to leave. I left because when 'The Outlaw' is accused of things, TnT usually fires him because of the unwanted publicity. I do admire my job more than fuelling my opinions in situations, such as Jonny Fly's memorial service.

And Harrington has the guts to come out and say 'He beat my ass' in these matches? He wins by a thread! A THREAD! Does lightning strike twice? It did the last time me and Reed Harrington faced off in that triple threat match. But I will guarantee you this, and that is...

Reed Harrington will not win again. His winning streak will come to an end at our hands, and he wont even see it coming. Why does he continue to rant about British people not knowing anything when his 'country' is supposedly aligned with us? We do not hold myself in the same regard as Tony Blair's followers, who are merely brainwashed by the propaganda they and America have used on their people.

We have seen through that smokescreen, but it seems most of the TnT roster cannot see our views and just rant on about their egotistical opinions, such as 'He sucks' and 'They suck' because Americans cant think of other insults other than their own.

But they shall soon learn that their heroes known as Harrington and Vetalo shall fall, and why? Because they are the lambs, and they will be silenced. Silence Of The Lambs, a fitting title to this match as we shall be the silencers. What good can a human being do to someone such as ourselves?

And when we face that little pipsqueak Thunder, we shall remind him of when we kidnapped his wife and almost sent her six feet under. I bet he'll shut that little ego up and realise that the title changing off his waist to us is inevitable. I have seen it, and I have believed it! Just look at how we destroyed that punk Sean Boyle, who talked about annihilating us and then didn't back his words. That was more worthy of witnessing than of Thunder and Vetalo just showing us how pathetic they are.

Since that humiliating beat down Vetalo and our champion suffered, Jimmy's been very quiet, probably shamed with his performance in the main event. I guess we don't have to be concerned about him, but I never was anyway, since he's as worthy for a place in this match as Minds Eye is of being a threat to anybody. He's lost that 'spark' since I beat his ass around the block in the Triple Cage match back in the UwA. I cant wait to beat the crap out of the 'High Roller' and the 'Texas Loser'. Now if you excuse me, camera....

The camera then slowly fades to black as Nicky is seen pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

Mr Mills? A letter came for you just now.

Nicky shoots a confused look at the young man, wearing hotel uniform, who is holding an envelope in his hand as Mills takes it a little reluctantly, before the man walks out of the suite, shutting the door behind him.

Our little 'fan' has written another letter yet again.

Maybe this will explain who shot the fuck out of those guards.

Tearing open the letter, his eyes scan through the letter, which reads:

Mr. Nicky Mills,

Mr. Mills, excuse my absence. I've been a little busy trying to clean up the mess you made in Cleveland last week. What's that, Nicky? Who else knew you were going to be there, at that exact time doing what you were doing? Not a soul, except for me, Mills. I think you owe me one, do you not? I saved your ass, and now, you will do me a favour.

I have a few, grudges, in the great city of New York. We'll refer to them solely as "subjects for termination." Your job, Nicky, is to terminate them. The first is Mr. Nick Johnson. Head of a Police Investigation team that has been trying to find information of me for too long. They've gotten deep. Take him out. The second is a Jason Withgrow.

Mr. Withgrow is a wealthy business owner in New York. I will not tell my reasons for his elimination, but I hope you can find it in you to do the deed without needing such information. And Nicky, don't screw this one up. Not this time. If you do, I'm going to be in some hot water. Get it done.  Now I'll leave you to your planning..

Signed,

 Anonymous

So it was our little fan that killed the guards.

Why the fuck do we have to run errands? I came here to relax, man.

The policeman will be easy. Find out his routines, and then catch him at one of them. The millionaire will be a little harder however. We'll have to catch him at his business.

Hey, who said we were doing this?

But why stop now? We've gotten quite far, let's not stop.

Nicky thinks it over for a second and then walks into the bedrooom. Minutes later, he comes out in a gray tuxedo and has a smile on his face, as he says something to himself, and then walks out of the hotel suite.

Hours Later

Nick! Will you hurry up already for Christ sakes?!

Shut up and let me order my food, will you?

The two men are in a local K.F.C restaurant and the man is in the queue ordering his meal, as the other man is sitting at a table eating small pieces of fried chicken, and slurping on a small plastic bottle of Diet Coke. Soon, the man comes to his table, carrying a bucket of chicken and a side order of fries and another small plastic bottle of Diet Coke. The two men then begin eating, when suddenly the man seen ordering his food, stands up and says something to his partner.

I'm off to take a piss.

Whatever, Johnson.

As the now man known as Nick Johnson heads into the mens toilet, his partner begins eating his chicken as suddenly a man wearing a Scream mask enters the restaurant, holding a rifle, and the partner seeing this, raises his gun to the man entering the K.F.C restaurant.

FREEZE BUDDY! DROP THE....

BANG! A bullet pierces his throat as people begin screaming and hide themselves under the tables and jumping over the counter, as Johnson's partner lays dying, and the masked shooter begin unloading a clip into the man, almost killing him instantly.

Blood has splattered onto the man's tuxedo, and as Johnson walks out of the men's bathroom, he too is made into another victim as the shooter loads his rifle and aims at the mans forehead, begins unloading bullets as Nick falls backwards and slumps against the bathroom door.

People stare in horror as the shooter, who is wearing leather gloves, goes into the mans pocket and pulls out his wallet, unloads the man's wallet which contains several hundred dollars. He then does the same with the other man who was shot first, and taking the money out of his wallet, walks out of the restaurant, leaving carnage and destruction behind.