Preparing for October Terror...

Life is never so simple. You know, that all these hopes and dreams my opponents have. That most of the TnT guys have, to be the top superstar in the business, and to be known as the man who brings in the money for the company. Well what name appears beside that? It's not Sean Segrada, it's 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills. The man who is the Hollywood Icon, the man who has not only worked his way to the top of UwA, has worked his way up to TnT. There is no moral question to that, just one of the fact that I am the best wrestler in the world.

I mean, look at Rage. Not only did I humiliate him in front of the world, his little 'guarantee' fell into pieces. I won, and he lost. Then I taught him a little lesson and one which he'll never forget.  But I underestimated his intelligence, he actually challenged me again! He's a bitter jealous fool, and he has already been beaten. Why go through the torture again? Does he really think he can outsmart and outwrestle me? The man is an embarrassment to TnT and to the entire wrestling world. He doesn't stand a chance against 'The Outlaw', so give up already and focus on people who are as low and as stupid and as talent less as you are.

The scene opens at a press conference where we see many press reporters and cameramen shouting and throwing questions at the man sitting with giant smirk on his face, and the trademark shining pink glasses, along with a Revolution tee shirt featuring the group and the trademark 'Hate Machines'. The major press companies are there, including New York Times, Washington Post, FOX, HBO, TNN, and many more, as the group of bloodthirsty reporters hush when 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills hushes them. Security guards surround the podium as he clears his throat, ready to speak. But then stops, and looks around the room, smirking at the hundreds of the reporters that have arrived.

Fools, look at these people. They want my story for a few measly bucks, hoping that when they cover a story on the Hollywood Icon, that their fame and fortune will rise and that at the end of the day, they can go home and be proud of their accomplishments. I look at the left side of me to see my mentor and manager Kevin Cosmos beaming a smile at me. The reporters, as if on cue, throw questions at me like beggars in a New York street. These people make me sick, thinking that they can ruin my career with just a few words. Fuck these people, they are peons compared to my fame and fortune. I point at an important looking HBO reporter, the best first, then the awkward press. He readies his pen and paper and his cameraman fiddles around the with the camera.

Mr. Mills, how do you feel about the success that Wrestling Dreams, your latest movie with yourself starring as the lead role, and is topping the box office currently?

I am proud and pleased how much this movie has made, and that my success in the movie industry and the wrestling business has helped achieve this goal. Robert Deniro and Al Pacino are fantastic to work with, and some of the best acting and work has gone into this film.

May I ask how your movie career is doing?

Currently I am working both the movie business and the wrestling business. Although it is a very tough schedule, I have managed to keep both in tact and to dedicate enough time to both careers.

It's true. I work my fucking ass off day and night to train for my matches and to keep to the schedule. Although it's a tough job, the amount I make is gigantic, and I'm glad that my success is helping other actors reach their fame and fortune. At this point, the HBO reporter sits down, with a grin as he jots down everything which I have said. I take a few moments to rest my throat, taking a bottle of the Pepsi I had taken with me, and the drink flushing through my dried throat, as everyone's eyes are focusing on me. These days, everybody's eyes are focused on 'The Outlaw', that my popularity is humongous among media and fans alike. I point out another reporter next, the FOX Sport reporter, who leaps up to his feet and immediately jolts out his words, sort of like the interest of a Big Boss promo, as soon as you see it, your boredom reaches an all time low.

Your television ratings for TnT Wrestling have been absolutely fantastic. I do however believe, that you suffered a back injury during your match with Rage due to the bumps and landings you have taken over the past few weeks.

It is only a small injury but it will not affect me in any way, shape or form. I will still be able to wrestle a hundred percent come October Terror. As some of you may know, I injured it in the Triple Cage match with Minds Eye in UwA, where I took a terrible landing from the top cage onto a ladder below. Although the doctors told me it may be dangerous to wrestle, it has gradually improved enough for me to wrestle a hundred percent.

That masked bastard did that. Yeah, I took a pounding against that satanic fool in a Triple Cage match at Injustice For All. I landed on a ladder which affected a few discs in my back and almost damaged my spine, but I took the landing in such a way that it saved my career. But not only did I win the match, I proved to the UwA legend that his bullshit would not prevail this time.

Recently, the former UwA World champion Rage challenged you again after you beat him in a Hardcore Rules match on Mayhem. What is your response to this challenge?

I refuse to put my career in jeopardy after the abysmal performance he played. Not only did he get the crap beaten out of him, there was no heart in that performance. The man in a joke to TnT, and they should just fire him already. So the answer is no, because frankly, he is a terrible opponent and a terrible wrestler. He not only put UwA to shame, he's trying to put TnT to shame. I have spoken with Marcel on this matter and he has assured me that this sort of performance on Rage's behalf will never happen again.

But I'm right, dear Rage. You made the match look like a ballet session, and it was my quick thinking and my intelligence and wrestling skills that the match still got a high rating. Then he tried to challenge me again and calling me meaningless insults which even Big Boss could do better. Rage, I refuse to fight you again after the fact that you were just playing along. No, 'The Outlaw' is the greatest wrestler in the world, and you are a joke compared to me.

The FOX Sports reporter sits down and then I decide I've had enough of this. Meaningless questions and meaningless jokes, I tell them I will answer their questions if they are emailed to me. The voice of protest rises, but fuck that, I'm sick of being in an enclosed room all day with these annoying pricks. Cosmos and Security help my route out of the room as I walk with a cocky smirk on my face, and a feeling of relief comes over me as Cosmos and I step into the cold air of New York city. 

The smell of hot dogs and burgers takes over as I see a few overweight kids wearing clothes twice their size, and with fat red rosy cheeks. Disgraceful, look at this shit. This place is a cesspool full of fat Americans who live their life by eating, and dreaming. They want to be a wrestler or a baseball player, but their life becomes meaningless, and by then it's too late. Cosmos and I walk past the kids, as their gawping eyes make me feel sick, as one of them has a Cundiff tee shirt on. One of them summons up the courage to shout 'Outlaw bastard!' as Cosmos turns to the kid, and starts to laugh hysterically. The kid looks almost puzzled and hurt as his breathing starts to become faster, and I turn to Cosmos, who is looking back at me with the same expression, one of confusion. The kids silence makes us feel as if the laughter wasn't needed, as I sigh and we continue to make our route into the busy New York street. This place smells like piss, hamburgers, and the smell of pollution. New York has become so fucked up it's unbelievable. I visited here a few years ago when I was traveling with UwA, and it was quite a nice town. Not so many overweight kids and all active in sports and another, and their reactions when they saw us were remarkable. Now they hate me, and they hate Cosmos. We are both significant legends in the business, but people hate to admit it. Kevin Cosmos is smiling as he slowly looks out over the busy streets of New York, and enters a McDonalds close to there.

I don't believe this shit. I hate fast food, it's just pathetic how advertising companies fill your mind with all this shit about it being healthy and that it will do wonders for your body. The only thing it does is make you fatter and repulsive, but damn I'm pretty hungry so I follow Cosmos into the restaurant. The sight is disgusting, it's like going to Sea World. Fat American families eating McDonalds with that grin on their faces as crumbs and ketchup are spread across their clothes. That image that going to McDonalds is like a family day out or something. Cosmos returns with two McChicken Sandwiches as we quickly move out of the crowded restaurant. The one thing at the moment away from my mind is my October Terror match. Kevin grins as he chomps down his burger quickly, and throws away the packaging, as I see my limo ahead, with the driver reading a newspaper at the wheel. Damnit, I think as I quickly eat away at my chicken burger, as it is edible enough for me. I enter the limo and slowly place my feet in front of me as Cosmos is the first to tell the driver where we are heading, Sean's apartment. I haven't seen Segrada for a while, not since Mayhem, as he wanted to go back to New York and train for his match. The tiredness spreads through my body as Cosmos answers his cell phone, and listens in for a moment before hanging up and turning to me.

Man, we have a flight tomorrow night leaving from New York International Airport. You ok with that?

I let out an approval sound as he goes into the compartment placed in front of him and takes out one of the laptops, a brand new Windows XP laptop. I turn my head to look out at the scenery of New York City, the Big Apple itself. Man, it looks like a shithole now, full of politics and pollution. My mind slowly drifts to the thoughts of my main event match at October Terror. It's simple, it's like a tag team match except it's every man for themselves. Revolution versus the Heroes of TnT, excluding Rollin Thunder. Too bad the man is stuck with the thirteen year old kid, I do have to feel pity for him, as last time he was facing Segrada, and the next time he's facing a kid for his belt. Shame really, but that whining fool deserves it. I guess he took that beating we unleashed to heart and Management decided to give him a break from beatings all the time, but you got to admit, Rollin's the official whipping boy of TnT. Big Boss, however, disgusts me. How does this stupid whining boring son of a bitch manage to crawl to a Main Event matchup? I don't understand how someone as reckless, as worthless, as Boss can secure a position for the top prize in TnT? Marcel must be desperate, but so is Boss, and that little win he got over Cundiff must have been enough for him to get that spot. Hell, I'd rather Rollin Thunder take that spot than that boring loser, who just doesn't know when to quit.

Spread TRUTH! Mmph! Mmph! Nobody is worthy enough to get my attention, Oh that Segrada has mental problems, set yourself FREE!

Cosmos looks at me with a disgusted smirk as he seems to realize who the impersonation is of. The driver seems to be looking at me cluelessly as I slowly drift back into my thoughts. The scene resumes to normal as I see a gang fight out of the corner of my eye, as a white gang are fighting an all black gang, with one guy holding a pistol, and the others just using their fists. A few passer byes try to break it up, but it ends with a high pitched scream, and the black gang grouping together and running off. A man is lying on the ground as people crowd around him, obviously concerned for his well being. The traffic is slow and therefore I cant really escape watching this soap opera like situation. Someone gets shot, and then they are saved because of a 'miracle'. How life is so much more complicated than that, that evil takes over good in the end, and that there is more evil than good in this world. It kind of sums up the October Terror main event, good versus evil. Jeremy is the good, Boss is trying to be evil but he's the good guy, and Revolution are the bad guys. How everybody hates 'The Outlaw' and hates Sean Segrada, and they want a new champion. They want Jeremy Cundiff to live out his dream of being the champion, or Big Boss to finally win the World title so all his little mini-Boss's can celebrate with him. Too bad that wont happen, that the chances are none to one of Boss or Cundiff ever winning this match.

The way I look at it, Cundiff is too focused on me. He wants revenge for my little mind games I've been playing on him, and putting his buddy out of commission for a little while. He has my Eurasian championship and has done nothing since, not even defended it or showed it off. He's embarrassed because he never pinned my shoulders to the mat or even made me tap out, he did nothing except grab the title from a string, and then he was proclaimed the winner. Bullshit, what a bullshit way to win my title. But he's going to get what's coming to him, because I'm going to make his nightmare a reality, of losing the title and losing his chances of being the World champion. What a joke, Jeremy Cundiff being the top dog of this company. That's like giving Big Boss promo time to cut one of his boring rants and to have him say the word 'TRUTH' about twenty or thirty times in his promo. We all get the picture, don't we? Cosmos's laptop is being used to check the TnT website, as he listens to some Rob Zombie music via his headphones. We slowly come to a stop, as Cosmos puts away the laptop and gets out of the car, as I step out of the limo. The scenery has now changed, as we have stopped in a parking lot, where cars and people are totally deserted. We notice an Asian family's children playing in the lot as we see a few homeless people lying against a wall. What a world, eh? To actually have to beg to survive through life begging? Pathetic, and it's their fault They think life is just a walk in the park for them, a time to drink vodka and lie at home watching television all day, that they cant stand the thought of actually working and decide to just be a homeless fool. I pass them, smelling the piss and the vodka as one of them asks for a few dollars, but we ignore them and pass through the dirty halls of the building where Sean's apartment is. Climbing up the stairs,  I slowly regain my thoughts, but the sound of babies crying is enough to drown them out of my mind. Finally, we enter outside of the apartment as I manage to find my spare key which  Sean gave to me for this apartment. The aroma of vodka from the homeless people still stenches in my mind as I push the door hard after unlocking the door, and the door almost gives way, with the hinges just managing to keep it up straight. I enter the room as I see that nobody is home, so I just came here for no fucking reason. My mind then focuses on the October Terror match, as the promo of Big Boss still sticks into my head, so I decide to respond to the camera and respond to it. The man needs some talking to...

You know, I was just watching that god awful Big Boss promo, so I decided to respond to his rant. You know, saying I suck is one pathetic insult, but then you went to say I'm mentally ill. GOOD GOD MAN! It doesn't take a brain surgeon to realize that not only are you a boring ranting bastard, you are as lunatic as Charles Manson. Do you not understand me, Boss? Maybe I'll do a Jeremy Cundiff and repeat it until you get the idea, but I'm not going to do that, because I'd be boring the hell out of people, which is what Jeremy Cundiff does a lot. But back to Boss. You know, I told the world you were a liability and an embarrassment to TnT, but that doesn't give you the right to shoot the same insults back in my face. I think Big Boss is jealous of my fame and fortune, and wants to talk talk talk to get the message across? You are starting to get on my nerves, because it's all the same with you. 'Sean this and Mills that, and more of my boring truth' Shut up Boss, you don't have a single bit of true intelligence in your body. You try to make people understand by name popping, but we all see through you, Boss. Do you realize why your in the Main Event? Because they want Big Boss to have his chances stripped, his pride torn to shreds, by everybody in that match. Giving the title to Boss is making a mockery out of the wrestling tradition, so I guess it's safe to say that man will not even get close to the final two men fighting for everything. Boss, your not even worth the time, but this match will be your very worst, because your truth bullshit will not be enough for the end of your career is coming! Living Martyr? Stupid fuck, whether its' Staylor who gets involved, or Boss, I'm going to make it my personal mission to end his chances once and for all!

I've had enough of that boring loser. How can he not be in a mental hospital already? He needs help, and he knows it. But I take a beer from the fridge and open it with a sour taste in my mouth, as I realize the cold has given me a sore throat. Fuck, I think to myself as the word travels back and forwards in my mind, as I launch a wad of spit out of the window to clear the odd feeling in my mouth. My next opponent on my mind is the man who has been upset and twisted as the result of yours truly. Cosmos is lying on the sofa as he switches over television stations, as an episode of Sex and the City plays, with the worse acting I truly have ever seen. Jeremy Cundiff, the man who has my Eurasian belt, so my head turns towards the camera, and I say exactly what is on my mind.

Jeremy Cundiff, you truly disgust me. Walking around with MY championship belt, and walking with MY gold that I won! How dare call yourself a champion? Your nothing as near as a champion, somebody like me. Somebody like 'The Outlaw'. Yeah Jeremy, you didn't think I'd mention you, huh? Well too bad, kid, cause I'm going to. You see, our little hatred has risen over the past few weeks, starting at July Jamboree, where you fluked a win for the Hardcore championship, a disgrace of a title which I regret trying to win. Then you ranted and raved about your jealousy for Mills, because let's face it, your beaming with rage for me. But what really did it was when you came out and said 'I kicked. Your Ass I kicked. Your ass' repeating yourself like you were trying to piss me off. You did fuck all, you not only made me look like a fool with your whole 'hardcore wrestling' but you tried to try and say you kicked my ass. Then I won the Eurasian championship, and as soon as you got the chance, you tried to jump on the Outlaw wagon, challenging me for MY championship belt. I gave you something to think about, beating your best friend into a coma, and you crying like a baby at his bedside 'Wah Wah Wah, I don't have my best buddy.' Nobody cared, Jeremy. Nobody could care about Gavin, but it would be better off to finish the job and put him six feet under. You not only won the title in the most disgraceful way in wrestling, you then told everybody you beat me fairly. Come on! You can never beat me in a fair wrestling match, and you know it. You make as much impact as a Big Boss promo does, it doesn't change the fact that both of you don't have a chance of hell of winning, and that we all know who are going to be the final two, don't we? Face it Jeremy, your outmatched, so you should just surrender the match and let us destroy Big Boss. But your not like that, and I admire that. No I do, really. You keep on fighting a losing battle, and I've done that a lot when dealing with UwA's terrible god awful wrestlers. But this time, I'm going to finish what you started. This is the dead end for your title reign Cundiff, and your chances are going to be squished like a pancake once this match is done. You see Cundiff, you tell me I still owe the Reaper. Ha ha, you crack a good joke Cundiff, but the time for jokes are not now. But you said some shit like 'I'm going to be the judge jury and executioner and I accuse you of being a chicken shit motherfucker' and some stupid shit like that. Would a chicken shit be gunning for your ass? Would a chicken shit be there this Sunday? You know, you ramble like you know what you mean, and then try talk more shit. What chance do you have of winning? Absolutely nothing. Your like Big Boss, all bullshit. To this match, your just a lamb being led to the slaughter.

I open Sean's bedroom door to find him asleep with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, so I decide not to bother and wake him. He's the man I'm going to be facing in exactly six days time, and the man who I will be fighting for the World title. Cosmos has slowly drifted off into a sleep as I sit watching the FOX Sports channel, listening to the crap they try to feed us about how this is a war for the win, and some shit like that. Fuck off, they know nothing about going through hell for a win. My UwA Six team TLC match which I not only entered healthy, I exited a bloody brutal mess, with the tag team belts. It was ME who got the pin, and the one who won the match for our team by myself. I look back at my career, and only realize that coming to TnT has really opened wonders. After I left UwA, 'The Outlaw' signed a deal to work with Vin Diesel in a film called Blood Time, which hit the box offices by surprise. Every since then, The Hollywood Icon has been making great films and wrestling like a million dollars. Losing to Joe Seward was a disgrace enough, but then having to listen to Jonny Fly's rambling did it even more. I was a fucking rookie, and even now, the man still thinks 'Oh my lucky win in UwA will surely win the battle against Mills'. But now, I'm on top of the world. All guys want to be me, they want to be in my shoes as the most famous Hollywood Icon and Wrestling Legend there is in history. And to cap it all off, I've not won a world title! It's great knowing that no matter what, I will always be the most hated man in wrestling today.

Sean's promo comes to mind again, as I slowly change the channels for a shopping commercial. Argh, does television get any worse? My question is answered as I see David Blaine completing his stunt after forty four days without food.  What an Idiot! Does he believe that this will make him more famous? His rambles are boring me, as I finally have the will to switch off the television, and take a moment to get my thoughts about this whole situation to tell this annoying camera, which is trying to get into my face.

Everyone wants to know how I feel about Sean Segrada, him being my partner and all. Will I fight him? Of coarse! Do you actually think I'm going to show mercy on anybody? Hell no, it's like asking me to be kind and civil. Sean is like the rest of my opponents in this match, targets, which I plan to knock down. Me and him know this, and we will fight for his title. No mercy, no forgiving, just plain wrestling and fighting. I mean hell, will I go into the match thinking 'Oh I'll take it easy since he's my buddy and all' Ha ha, everybody who knows 'The Outlaw' believes at that the end of the day, I will do anything and everything, even if it means fighting my own partners. In this match, all bets are off, we'll show the whole world who is truly the better man out of us two. And I believe that it will be Nicky Mills and Sean Segrada as the final two men, fighting for the top prize. He will show no remorse and no mercy, and I'm the same too, I believe this and you can mark my words, he's going to get a fight from the best. Sean, I only ask you this, are you ready? Are you truly ready? I believe you are, but if your not, don't expect me to take it easy on you. Before and after the match, we can be buddy buddy and be tag partners, but in the match, you'll be my opponent, and I will do the same to you as I do to everybody else. No fake promises, no ranting bullshit, just the words 'Are you ready?' Because Sean, all I have to say to you is, Good Luck, because I am not sparing anybody in this match, and if I have the chance to eliminate you, you can bet I'll take it.

But now here's a message to Boss and Cundiff. Don't get your hopes up of walking out the winner. You two have as much chances of being the champion as Hulk Hogan does of being a good wrestler,  and we all know that will never happen in this lifetime. Eurasian and World title are on the line in this one, and everyone will be watching. Fuck you guys, I will give you my best beatings until me and Sean are left, and I personally promise you two will not reach your dreams, because at the end of the day, the best and the strongest survive. Sean being the strongest, me being the best, and then we will truly know WHO will walk out the TnT World champion. No ramblings will help you, no Truth will save you, only your will and skill to be that top guy, but I am already the top guy, so well, what do I need the World title for? To finally show these peons who hate me with a passion that their nightmare can become a reality, and that the Hollywood Icon and the Wrestling Legend can finally hold the top prize. Remember, if I really want it that badly, that spells bad news for all three of you. Sentenced to bleed at my feet, Jeremy? You wish, and you also wish you could back up that truly false statement of kicking my ass. Give it your best shot, because I want a challenge, I want a good fight from you, not that I can expect that from Boss, who has as much threat in this match as Rollin Thunder does of capturing the TnT World title. However, all of you truly remember.

'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills...

The Hollywood Icon...

The Wrestling Legend...

The Alpha and the Omega...

Is about to prevail over all and walk out the best man in the business just like he is.

I decide to wrap up my promo and catch some rest. Cosmos wakes from his sleep slowly and the two of us have a conversation about tomorrow, before the two of us slowly lock up the apartment and slowly walking back to my limo. Everybody can feel the intensity that October Terror will surely give, and believe me, the best wrestler in the business will truly extract no mercy on all those who oppose him, even Sean Segrada is in danger of this. The limo takes us back to our Hilton Hotel as I drift into a sleep, and silence fills my mind except for the following words...

Never underestimate your opponents.

As far as I'm concerned, Big Boss and Jeremy Cundiff cannot be underestimated, because of the one thing which eats at them day and night, that they will never be top superstars in the business, and they will never be able to achieve what 'The Outlaw' has done, and rest assure on all those who doubt me, Revolution will be the final decision, which member is truly the best?

I guess we'll have to wait and see at October Terror.

The camera then slowly fades to black, with a TnT promo for the extravaganza known as October Terror.