True Legends

So October Terror's main event is pitted with the World champion Sean Segrada, a good friend and my tag team partner, versus the rambling Big Boss, and versus the 'oh look at my belts' Jeremy Cundiff. Two of these men don't pose a threat of any kind to me, they are just guys placed in the match so more people tune in and the ratings become higher. Bullshit, and this is for the World championship, along with the Eurasian championship. That's second compared to the top championship, and Sean Segrada happens to be the champion. Well that's bad for him, and good for me. See, one of the guys in this match is a lunatic, a man who says his truth bullshit means something. Fucking fool, he will get exactly what is coming to him this Sunday.

The scene opens in the Hilton hotel, the hotel that 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills and Kevin Cosmos are staying in. We focus as we see Mills lying in the giant double bed, with Cosmos staying in another room. Mills's gear is lying next to the bed in a heap as the television still blares with some early breakfast show, as we see his alarm clock suddenly loudly beep repeatedly enough for Mills to stir and realize where he is at.

 Goddamnit it, I cant even get a minute's sleep around here. My mind was set for October Terror and what I'm about to go into and walk out of. My three opponents, two of them may be losers and pathetic but they are literally tough. With this, I know I'm in for a challenging fight this Sunday. That's what I came to TnT for, for a good fight and a good challenge. You think just because Sean is in this match that I'm going to turn and say "No man I aint facing my friend." Fuck that, 'The Outlaw' never backs away from a good challenge.  Even if one of them is a liability in the Main Event, that being Big Boss. Will he ever learn? He can never beat either Revolution member, not in our current state. But does he think his truth will win him the match? Ha, he is nothing. Living Martyr, how pitiful. I just cant stand watching his promo's, his boring rants and his little 'dangerous working conditions' bullshit. Stupid fuck, does he not realize HE is the nutcase in this match, and that the rest of us are all sane? Does he not realize that he doesn't stand a chance of winning the World title? So what's the point, Boss? There is none. You are nothing. This is for a respectable title, so they put in a nutcase who's matches consist of chairs and weapons? Stupid fool, he'll learn how close he is coming to the worst beating in his entire life.

Is this the moment when he responds with his 'hmphs!' and another boring sleeper of a promo?  Why cant you get it through your fucking head that nobody cares about you? PLEASE, who is really going to remember a man who did nothing except for beating up midcarders? 10 Minute Major? Markus Jayson? Great going Boss, you really are a monster. You make me sick, thinking that you have as much chance as I do going into this thing. You have nothing going for you, man. Mark Vincent humiliated you into non existence yet you continue to want to be embarrassed. Boss, your ring work is truly embarrassing, and your promo's are like listening to a Marilyn Manson song,  boring and stupid. Who are you trying to be, Boss? Do we care how you took a stupid bump just to pin Cundiff? No, none of us could really care what you have to say. I actually do feel sorry for you, because face it, you've lost all realism. Nobody cares about you, and nobody ever will. Do you actually see people listening to you, only if want a death wish? You don't even put any pride into your work, shooting off a mile a minute about crackpots and truth. Your truth is based on all lies, and yet you believe every word you say. Do you know watch my acting and my wrestling? EVERY MATCH, whether it's bad or good, gets a good buy rate and good ratings. The whole world hates me yet they want to see 'The Outlaw' in action. You really are a hopeless mind Big Boss. What success do you have, Boss? A long time Hardcore champion, facing jobbers and midcarders and winning every time? Eurasian title, where you lost it immediately to Mark Vincent in a humiliating performance, TWICE! Once is bad, twice is just bad enough. Now you changed your tune and now believe 'The Living Martyr' is going to be the World champion, for all his dear truth followers and for all the fans that will be cheering you? Too bad, because that will not happen. You don't have a hope in hell, and you know it. Why deny it man, surely you must have common sense? Your just like Rage, all talking and then when you come to fight, you look like a complete idiot. And yet, you just continue to have hope for yourself, that you keep that dream and hold it close to you, just holding on and possibly winning the title? You crack me up Boss, your a funny guy, but your so serious. So just admit the truth and go back to Reaper Compton, before it's this match that sends you back there, in a wheelchair covered with bandages with that same look in your eye when you lost the match. Your dreams will be shattered, period!

I've had enough of Big Boss, as I slowly rise to my feet and shake the cobwebs out of my head and almost instantly I feel better. There's that sour taste in my throat again, so taking the milk carton from their fridge, my head tilts back and I completely empty the whole carton. I must have been thirsty enough as the pink glasses are in my bedside drawer, and I slowly slip them on as I dress into my street gear. We all have to live like this, even The Hollywood Icon himself. Seeing that latest Jeremy Cundiff promo which the sound of him spewing his 'desire' bullshit as I start to smirk and look at what he's trying to accomplish. So, what are you trying to accomplish? Look at this guy, I mean, he wants to talk Reaper this and death and blood that like he's trying to make a point. What IS his point? I just think his mind goes into a ramble and he doesn't have a point at all, just stumbles out some pathetic excuse for it and then ends his promo like he's just told the whole world what he's going to do. He makes promises he cant live up to. Want some examples? UwA, he told me he was going to humiliate me and embarrass me, and beat the shit out of 'The Outlaw'? Did he heck, he never laid a finger on me! He was too weak and afraid to approach me, just like he is now. Then his 'after Gavin assault' talk when he said I wouldn't walk out of the arena.  Hey Jeremy, care to remind us what happened? Well you won the match, but you didn't win the war. I beat you down on the mat after the match, and I walked away. Oh wait, didn't you promise to make sure I wouldn't walk away from the arena? Well I guess the kid couldn't live up to his word. And now he says it's not over? Well I'm tired of having you try to take me off the ladder, always in my face, and always trying to get yourself a spot in the main event by doing crazy promo's on me. Jeremy, I destroyed Gavin as a test to your responses and to your will, and you truly disappointed me. You were a wreck! Ha, I saw you with Rollin Thunder outside Gavin's room bubbling like a baby about how you would beat me. Then I walked away from it all, and seeing your reaction was priceless. You hate me with a passion, but yet the good guy always seems to lose out to his wins. So what kind of message does this send? Face it kid, you wont walk out with any belts. You'll walk out the loser, as you'll watch the match from your locker room, and you would have let yourself, your brother, your slut of a girlfriend, and your best buddy down. But then again, you've always let yourself down. UwA, you went on the Jay Leno show and had the audacity to call me a midcarder! See? Do you not realize that every time you open your mouth, you make a fool of yourself like Rollin Thunder does? So then, how are you ever going to get a win in this match? You wont, and you can't. I mean, you would have to eliminate 'The Outlaw' for a start, and then beat Sean Segrada. Your best buddy couldn't do that, and now you'll fall, just like everybody else did when trying to oppose Revolution. Cundiff, I give you the best advice for this match, just walk away. You'll save yourself the humiliation that Big Boss will definatly face and if you even show your face, I promise you will not be spared.

Hey Cosmos, when's our flight?

I blurt out the line as Cosmos enters my hotel room, wearing a black Revolution tee shirt and black jeans, as he grins at me with that legend smile. He has some papers in his hand which he looks through quickly before handing them over to me, as I read our schedules for TnT October Terror. Sean hasn't been seen around after I visited his apartment, so it must be that he's still asleep. God, that man sleeps too much, I think to myself, laughing as I slowly come back to my October Terror thoughts. But then a thought springs in my mind as if just released from it's prison. Who is a legend? I think over and over again, as my mind quickly brings up a solution. I am. 'The Outlaw is the wrestling legend, the best of them all. Nic Totopoulous? Maybe, I do have a tad bit of respect for the man, but apart from that, he's just another guy. Now something which sickens me is 'The Golden Boy' himself, Michael Edwards. 'Oh he's a true legend' Big Whoop! Who can give a flying fuck? He's nothing at the end of the day. Did he reach the success in both the Hollywood and Wrestling business? Did he bring in gigantic ratings and stardom, and have guys ask advice? No, so how is he a legend? He is not, he is truly nothing. He is over hyped and over-rated, and I bet that when he comes back, he'll be avoiding 'The Outlaw'. Jonny Fly? Now here's a man who has no logical truth to being what he is. 'The real Fly is coming back!' Big fucking whoop. He has always been an fool too into his past to focus on the future. Too interested in telling his war stories and boring people, and too focused on bringing up someone's past. If he even takes one step in this match, I'll not only beat him into submission, his debut will be his retirement, and the end of my career. Nobody is going to ruin my chances of being the World champion, and if anyone even dares, I'll beat them senseless, and I will show no mercy while doing so! I AM THE LEGEND, I AM THE TRUTH, I AM NICKY MILLS!! But these American peons are too stupid to realize that they are looking at 'The Future' himself, and I'm not talking about that wannabe-movie star Mark Vincent. But this Sunday I will prove to the entire world that both Boss and Cundiff are pieces of shit, and lambs being led to the slaughter.

You know, I don't exactly know how this whole opponent versus opponent thing with Sean will fuck up Revolution. We're against each other in this match, so what?

I don't know, man. I think it'll be cool after the match, whoever walks out champion between Revolution.

Cosmos is right. Revolution will be the final two men, and if that so happens gold will be guaranteed. Eurasian and World, how great is that? And then we focus on the tag titles. But October Terror will not be about, it will be every man for himself. Which brings me to Sean Segrada, yes my tag team partner. The man is a great wrestler, and most of all one tough son of a bitch. But I guess he thinks this will all be easy for him, that he's Perfection and all that. How he is ever wrong, how he is so wrong. There is one thing he will not count on, which will be a blow to his whole situation, and that is if 'The Outlaw' pulls out the win, then he would have beaten by his best friend. And there is nothing he can do about it. The respect between us is big, but the hatred between us is indescribable. He and myself have something to prove to each other, and that is we will not back down from a fight, even if it's our partners! No, I will not do a Big Boss and talk about Burger King.  What the fuck? Did he not realize my message? Even the fans knew what I was saying, I am royalty and the best wrestling in the business. But oh no, he just rambles about mental health and all that crap. Take a long look at yourself Boss, and then you tell me, who's the mental one now? He thinks he's focused and ready, ha he's nothing. He doesn't know what he's getting himself into, and it's going to be pain ridden for the 'Living Martyr' once both myself and Sean finish himself off. But then it'll be me and Sean, the two best wrestlers in the business, everybody wins in the end. But I will not stop fighting, not until I breathe my last breath, not until I bleed every drop of blood I have, because 'The Outlaw' is a survivor, and he will survive October Terror. I don't give fake promises, I don't rant about truth, I don't talk about my gimmicked belts, I give all three a message...'The Outlaw' will not stop! This Sunday, as everybody guesses who will win the World championship, who will walk out the sole survivor. Sean can say all the things he wants about me, Boss can give his bullshit truth another go, and Cundiff can sit there with Gavin and make a speech which would make George Bush rust due to boredom. But there is one thing I will be doing, and that's eliminating my targets, the men who will stand in our way.

I am a Wrestling Legend...

I am the Hollywood Icon...

I am 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills.

And this Sunday, it's about to get tougher for you guys. Fuck sportsmanship, it's time I showed the world my true evil colors, and if this happens, every evil act which I have ever done will be NOTHING compared to what I do to my opponents. Not one person can be spared, because Boss, The real Truth is about to hit you in the face, and pin you down to the mat for the count. Cundiff will be stained in blood, with tears pouring in his eyes, and Sean will think of that chance he didn't risk to take with 'The Outlaw'.

I slowly crawl towards the door with my bags, Cosmos and I talking about our flight, as the two of us step inside our limo, and head for New York International Airport. I slowly look out of the window, and I sneer at my next thoughts...

Whoever it may be who opposes me, the strongest will survive. No gimmick can outstand true power, and no fantasy can ever become true, for there is only one true will in the body, and that is to be the best. October Terror will be the show that the final blow for Jeremy Cundiff and Big Boss will be delivered, and the final thought that I...I will live on no matter what happens.

Because the truth is...Nobody can stop Nicky Mills. Not one soul can stop the Hollywood Icon from making movies, not one living thing can stop 'The Wrestling Legend, from wrestling, and nobody can stop the two heroes in this match from failing their goal, and nobody can stop Revolution from growing.

The true fight has truly begun for the World title. And everything I do to my opponents, whether it's Sean or Cundiff, I will show no remorse whatsoever. October Terror, next Sunday night, there can only be one last man standing. No more games. The true fight has begun, for all in this match will understand. Blood, Carnage, wrestling, it's all you can summon it up to. Jeremy Cundiff and Big Boss will be sent to their destiny, and as for Sean and myself, destiny will be told between the two of us. But you can bet one thing, and that is Revolution will not be disbanded, and not one person who doubt us will live to tell the tale.

The promo then slowly fades to black, with the one question being asked, who will truly walk out the last man standing? That's for everybody watching October Terror to find out.