Futures and Existence...

I feel nothing, as the aftermaths of the flight to Pennsylvania eat me raw. I wish I could get some goddamn sleep, but I haven't eaten for so long. I refuse to eat that shit the flight companies try to feed you, so you can die a horrible death and they just say something like 'Welcome to USA Airlines' and all that crap. I've got an empty feeling in my stomach, one which is starting to hurt me, as I finish my endurance training at the gym. The pain travels through my body as Cosmos has finished his bench presses exercises. I have worked my ass off after that flight and I still feel like shit, except for throbbing everywhere. Must have overworked myself, I think to myself as Cosmos grins at me, as I pour ice cold water all over my body, the coldness giving me a slow shock of adrenaline. This is good, this is real good, I repeat to myself. Everybody needs the endurance this Sunday, they need strength to keep themselves in the match. An obvious statement by any body builder. The worst are those steroid takers, who try giving you bullshit advice to put their ego's over. I've had wrestling fans bother me all fucking day, so I got Cosmos to sign autographs and shit like that. Hey, he doesn't mind, he's always been a fan person, even for kids. Me? I couldn't give a crap about fans, because at the end of the day, they always loved the good guy, and to me that is a sign of betrayal. True fans would stick by you day in day out and cheer for you and all that, but I guess it's all fiction bullshit. I realize a few people are watching me, a gang of three or four steroid takers, showing off their gigantic muscles. Steroids, how they warp minds. I mean, if you want a good body and all that, you have to work for it. These guys have just taken the shortcuts, as I look in disgust, my glare catching their puny attentions, as one of them has the courage and the guts to speak up.

Who you looking at, asshole?

Who do you think? Look at yourself, you think your all that with pumping yourself with steroids and getting the ladies? Stupid fucks, you wouldn't last a minute with true bodybuilders.

The guy looks shocked and happy at the same time, as he comes face to face with 'The Outlaw', his muscles pumped with steroids and a smirk as fearful as Big Boss, I laugh in his face, and that takes it all away. He slowly backs up, realizing that I am not fooled by his looks or his talk. This is the moment where he's supposed to punch me and show he is truly nothing, but I am taken aback as he looks over at his friends, a sad puppy dog look as if he knows who is standing in front of him. As if instantly, his friends move closer towards him, as some sort of backup. Cosmos slowly glares at them, the sneer being spread across his face, as he lets out a sigh, and shakes his head.

We'll take you on, Outlaw. Come on, we aint afraid of no prick who says stuff about America! Fuck you, you arrogant son of a bitch. We don't care if your some sort of Hollywood Icon or Wrestling Legend, I know we could take the two of you any day.

Go ahead, pricks.

One of them throws a punch at me, and I send a head butt into his nose, as he lets out a scream and falls onto the ground. His nose is covered in blood as I look at him and smile, his friends assisting their broken down buddy, pulling him to his feet and walking away without looking back.  See how pussy they were? These guys were talking trash just a few seconds ago, and now they are walking away without any words said. Americans are pussy's these days, all talk and no fight. I have finished my workout, and Cosmos and I pick up our bags and walk towards my limo, which is ready for my arrival.  As I step into the limo, I slowly drift into my thoughts of October Terror, the main event which will pit two losers against Revolution in a free for all for the World championship and Eurasian.

 But there's one man who annoys me with his ramblings, even worse than the talk of Rollin Thunder himself. You certainly know how to stink up television don't you? Jesus Boss, you have to be the most fucking annoying prick in TnT! Seriously, you have no common sense and you seem to have a theory about myself, with you being better. Ha, nice try, fool, trying to make these people truly believe that everybody is weaker than you, that you truly are 'The Living Martyr'. Boss, get it through your goddamn thick skull that you will never ever be better than anybody else.  Blah Blah Boss, that's the only thing your good at, boring your fellow competitors and repeating yourself. 'Fake Champion' and 'Painkillers' that. Wow Boss, your truly evil destroying a main event and whining to get some attention, look at yourself. Your a nothing, period. But wait Boss, let's go back on your Hardcore title reign, which you so like to talk about. Beating up midcarders, Boss, that's all you did as Hardcore champion. Facing worthless pieces of shit like Prankster and Lo Lander and Jason Edwards. Great going exposing yourself with every word you say, saying you were a great Hardcore champion and all. You were an over-rated piece of garbage used to bring ratings in, because Boss, the truth is this. You never were an asset to TnT or to anyone else. Do you think anybody cares about your so called 'sacrifice'? Bullshit, the only thing you did was be used by people, and even you are too stupid to realize that. 

TnT use you as a doll for beatings, yet you think that taking all that is dedication? It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that, and now you have to ruin a main event to get your whining heard? Tomorrow night, you will finally realize the truth, not all of your annoying lies. You are an embarrassment to wrestling, and most of all, you are an embarrassment to yourself. Take a long look at yourself and tell yourself this, you don't stand a chance tomorrow, no matter how many guarantees or how many words you speak, your going to be eliminated whether you like it or not. But you know, you really opened a deep hole when you said you beat Sean. Wait wait wait, you didn't beat anybody. You pinned CUNDIFF in your last encounter, and I was disqualified when Revolution beat the living crap into you. You never pinned our shoulders to the mat, nor did you make us submit, so technically Boss, you never beat either me or Sean. So stop thinking that you did, because you know you never would beat either of us, and you never could. Your not a threat to anybody but yourself, and all the talk about you winning will all be in vain. Do everybody a favor and shut the fuck up, please!!  The only controversies will be if you walk away with the World title, and I guarantee that you will not come close to winning, because you don't have the skill or the strength or the talent to stay in the match. 

You will end up like Cundiff, eliminated. Wait, I guess Boss will respond with more 'Painkiller' rants and bullshit remarks which will make Bush look so damn intelligent. Get it, Boss? Your not worthy of being in this match, even Rollin had more worthy of being in this match than you. You are a worthless fool and the only reason you seem to get away with it is because the people seem to love you because your seemingly 'telling the truth'. Sorry to burst your little rambling bubble, but the chances of you winning are nothing. Get used to your bullshit, but it wont change the future, and that is you will walk out with that one thought 'If only...' IF ONLY, Boss, if only you were better, if only you hadn't relied on your Segrada insults to get to the main event, if only you hadn't been so weak and pathetic, if only you hadn't targeted Sean first. You will be humiliated. Actually, you've already been  humiliated. I mean come on, will people actually care about you? 'Hey, remember that rambling Big Boss?' Because face it, that is what you will be remembered. A man who couldn't back up one word of his truth. Nobody is going to remember 'The Living Martyr'. Nobody is going to look back on your boring Hardcore legacy and Terror X, and why? You've not exactly caught the fans imagination, have you? Look at 'The Outlaw', I've had so much hate mail it could fill a mansion. I've had people trying to assassinate me at every point, people trying to gun me down in cold blood. They've all failed, every single one of them. Because they are held back by the one thought that no matter what they do, I will survive. Every blow, every insult, every beating, I will continue to fight. That is bad news for Big Boss, and bad news for all the competitors involved in the Main Event.

I then see that we are near the old ECW Arena, as I then think about my partner, Sean Segrada. I do have respect for the man, because I know he is one tough motherfucking son of a bitch, but his fear remark pissed me off. 'It holds you back'? Sean, do I look like someone who feels fear? Do I look intimidated by this whole situation? You have me figured out all too wrong, because 'The Outlaw' is very unpredictable. You can never truly know me because I do what is best for me. I guarantee you this Sean, it will be you and me as the last two men, and we will truly see who is the best. But don't count on failure from me, because in this match I will be one hundred percent focused, and I refuse to make a mistake. Sean, you truly don't know what your up against. No more games, no more mercy on you, I will make sure you get the challenge you've been wanting for a long time, and to give you a match that you will never forget, because Segrada, fighting for the World championship is important. I wont hold back Sean, and I want you to do the same, because it's a free for all, and there are no friends and everybody is enemies. 

For that match, I will do everything in my power to mean, even if I have to fight and eliminate Sean from the match, I'll do it. But I want Revolution to be the final two, Nicky Mills and Sean Segrada. Two of the best wrestlers in TnT, two of the most hated men fighting for the first and second prize. If we are the final two, Revolution wins anyway. But we will be fighting for more than Revolution, we will wrestle until the last man is standing. The fans just hold onto that final hope that either Jeremy or Big Boss will beat Revolution, and that they can adore their heroes and celebrate when they win the World title, too bad life is nothing like that. Evil has prevailed already, and now we'll see which evil holds the top championship belt. But there's one thing you will not count on, and that is your World title reign will be in serious jeopardy if I am the man you will face. Say all you want about the guarantee's you've said, but you can never ever guarantee something in the business, and a lot of people know that in the wrestling industry. I've gone through enough hell in the industry to be enough for that belt, and this time, I'm going to finally get the chance I deserve. 'The Outlaw' and 'The Anti Hero' are going to be nothing but enemies come October Terror, because my terror will be unleashed, and not some bullshit fiction like Halloween, I will truly show all three competitors the meaning of fear.

We have arrived at the arena as Cosmos signals for the driver to pull over. I have already changed into my attire, the shiny pink glasses and the leather jacket, as we step out into the shiny sun of Philadelphia. Walking towards the entrance to the building, I finally focus on my next opponent, Jeremy Cundiff, the man who I have been feuding against for a long time, with him getting a cheap win for my Eurasian belt at the last TnT pay per view, and has done nothing since. He is weak both physically and mentally, and I am targeting on this every time. I've not even heard a reply from him, maybe it's the intensity getting to him, that this time his luck is surely to run out. I will not accuse Jeremy of Big Boss like comments, but I know he has lost his entire game plan, he is afraid that he will not be even coming close to the final two, and that he will be eliminated in the bat of an eyelash. The man has talent and knows how to draw, I'll admit that, but too bad he is only a bug that is about to be squashed, and that at the end of the day, he doesn't have anywhere else to go. He wanted this World title shot, and he's blown it because he finally learnt the truth, that he is just another lamb being led to the slaughter. The way I see it, Revolution will be the last two guys fighting. And if that doesn't happen, maybe I'll fucking shoot myself, because there is no way I want to see a lunatic brain-dead idiot like Big Boss fighting for the World title. You see, if I am the last man, I win a championship belt anyhow, and become Two time Eurasian champion, or the new World champion. I am starting to get drowsy and I slowly walk into my locker room, my last thoughts as I drift into a dreamless sleep.

There is no room for the weak, only the strong survive.  October Terror, only one can be the World champion. No matter what anybody says, life is so unpredictable, and maybe we'll see Boss with the championship, but I know that will never happen. 'The Outlaw' will be the wolf in this match, and Cundiff, Boss and Sean will be the meat. Everything goes, guys, and we're about to find out who the true champion really is. Get ready, because there's going to be a tsunami hitting October Terror, and that's bad news for all three of you, and good news for the Hollywood Icon and the Wrestling Legend.

The promo then slowly fades to black.