The Lord of Terror and the World Championship Battle

Part II

A person without a cause is someone who has no existence.

All human beings, animals, plants, are put onto this earth for a reason. They are cogs in a giant machine known as the world, and these cogs have a mission in life. When that cog has finally lost it's very existence, it dies. But this world has created the killing of young cogs, cogs that have not yet began their job.

But eventually, things must die for other things to take over and to do that job. Humans die for other humans to live, animals are shot and killed for that human to eat. When you think about it, everything has an existence, no matter what. Whether to die for something to change in the world, like Martin Luther King's death for the segregation of black people to be taken seriously. Tupac was killed on the streets to show people how dangerous the world is with grudges.

Anyone, no matter how popular, can die at the hands of either nature or some homeless tramp with a bullet in a gun looking for some recognition, the aroma of their marijuana keeping them high. The best of people can be crushed by the most unlikeliest of people, or even the smallest of creatures, but with a large dose of poison ready to be injected in the next poor victim, animal or human. The world is a messed up place, and it was made for a reason. But the question is, what reason do we have murder, slaughter, rape, torture, that surrounds our world everywhere we look? We look on the news and find out some man has just been jailed for raping some young kid, we turn and hear that hostages are murdered for bullshit causes. Is this just a giant world of Big Brother, where God is the only member of the audience, and when it gets boring, he spices it up a little?

Some people live just to mess up their own lives and die, while others have an actual cause. They make themselves popular, entertain the other masses of people living, and that ladies and gentlemen, is professional wrestling. A sport which makes billions of humans of both sexes and all ages to tune in and watch their favourite wrestler on the television screen and cheering when they hit their signature move. Two companies that have spent their years entertaining the masses however, finally come to a head in the October Terror Pay Per View. UwA, the United Wrestling Alliance, a company with the likes of many popular wrestlers like Wall2k, Doc Placebo and 10 Minute Major. These beings have different personalities, which makes them different from the other wrestlers. Somebody's Wall2k is another man's Mike Furious. People see them differently. But that person still has something about them that makes people take time out of their schedule to watch that person inside the ring.

TnT Wrestling, a company which is headed by the new owner, Kent Strong. A company which has Nicky Mills, a man who is not afraid to tell people how he feels about America and the world itself. He believes in free speech, and rightfully so, while other men just follow the rules and keep their mouths shut, but where do they go? Nowhere. They just drift around and depend on their wrestling skill to give them that 'edge'. Bret Hart was like this, and now look at him. He posts whining columns on his website, for crying out loud! But you see, Mills isn't in this Lord of Terror match for his company, he is in it for himself. And anyway, who does he like in TnT Wrestling that is in this match? Jonny Fly and Alexi Draconis? Yet again, we have the world's rejected retards spouting their mouths about the High Rollers being victorious, but last time I checked, Thunder never could tell the truth. He's predicting something that WILL NOT HAPPEN! Please, do you think Thunder, Vetalo or Harrington have chances? Vetalo may walk out with the Eurasian, but Nicky Mills will retain the championship, whether they like it or not. The title is too glorious on Mills' waist to just pass it to a cocky American who is just another Vetalo.

The fact is, Nicky Mills will not only retain his World Heavyweight championship, but he will prove to the nation that he is a man that cannot be defeated at a grand event like this. It's just inevitable that he will win, and that's a promise.

The sound of planes echo's taking off and landing across the polluted sky of Gatwick International Airport, one of London's busiest airports. The camera seems to be waiting for something on the runway, as suddenly, the camera jolts as a private plane begins to touch down onto the rough surface of concrete on the large airplane runway. A large audiance has gathered from the building, such as the groups of the media, and normal wrestling fans, who are just excited to see a wrestler in the United Kingdom.

The UK is sure getting a lot of wrestling in it's country at the moment, many people think to themselves, and we are about to see another star in our country and ready to entertain us. The door is opened, and when this happens, a large flight of steel steps begin to touch down onto the surface. Already, the crowd is screaming for the person to step out, and when this person does, they pierce the air. TnT's World Heavyweight champion, accompanied by a woman wearing a pair of blue denim jeans and a cute pink tee shirt, the couple walk down the steps and walk towards the building, the audience are still going nuts. Even though Nicky is technically Welsh, the English fans still love him because Wales is still a part of the United Kingdom. Mills and Lindsey walk towards the building, and past the groups of fans and the media, as the scene abruptly fades to black.

Just as that scene fades to black however, we arrive at London's most popular area for cinemas, Leicester Square. But the damp weather has certainly taken some of it's spark out, as the heavy rain showers have stained the square in it's own way. Still, it's a great tourist area, and it is reasonably quiet. The lights of the cinema's have brightened up the darkness that is already surrounding London. The camera then turns to the largest Odeon cinema in London, and best screens for it's surround sound. The large poster of 'Aliens Vs Predator' is covering the front of the building. Nicky is staring at the cinema lights, while Lindsey is looking through a brochure of the screenings.

The TnT World Heavyweight Champion, Nicky Mills: Been such a long time since I've been here. Wow, and it still looks good.

Lindsey: Nicky, are we going to see a film tonight?

Yeah sure. It'll let me rest my head. I'm so tired from that flight.

The camera is looking inside the entrance of the cinema, which has a small coffee shop to the right of the main desk to order your tickets. A young man sporting a large amount of blonde hair tied back in a ponytail is standing at the front desk while another man, a large African man, sporting a bald head and a small black moustache, is speaking to him. The African man walks over to him and looks at the computer which cant be seen, but we know there is one because all cinema's have them to print out tickets. He then speaks to the young blonde man.

Cinema Operator #1: What is it with the Odeon? They call me and say that they need assistance, and I was going to see my girlfriend. I hope.

Cinema Operator #2: They tell you why?

No. Donney has the day off, and Bert is still sick. This is meant to be the biggest cinema in London, and they're having to call me in, ON MY DAY OFF, too.

They have plenty of staff they can call. But anyway, how long are you working for?

Not long. I've already worked three hours, so I have two more left before I can leave. It isn't even a busy night!

Sorry Frank, I got a customer here. Hello sir, how....

The long haired man freezes and stops his sentence as Nicky is leaning on the desk. The large African man turns to see, and he too is also shocked.

Fucking hell! It's you!

It's that wrestling guy?

You said it, mate.

What are you doing here?

Well, wanting to see a film. I'm taking out the bird for a good night out.

How's America?

It gets boring after a while. I've been back for a few hours, and I'm already glad to be here. So what do you guys have showing?

We have Alien vs. Predator for available showings. Your film isn't even out here yet!

Yeah, the release date is in December, I think. Alright, I'll have two tickets for Alien versus Predator.

Alright, sir. Where do you want to sit?

Not at the front, but in a good enough seat.

I'll put you four rows back, in the middle. That will be £21.00 please.

Nicky hands the man a twenty pound note and a ten pound note.

Keep the change, for a good service, guys.

Thank you. Well, this has perked up my day.

It's such an honour to meet you, Mr Mills. Can I have an autograph?

Whatever.

The large African man hands Nicky a newspaper article about the championship win Mills had at September Slugfest. Nicky reads through it and smiles, then writing on the large picture, "Thanks for not being Americans. Outlaw." and hands it back. Lindsey walks into the cinema and smiling, they share a clinch, as Nicky takes the tickets and the couple head into the cinema, as the scene fades to black.

The camera is put into the same position and Lindsey is walking out laughing as Nicky follows, carrying a large plastic cup of Coca Cola, which he is sucking through a straw. They walk out into the dark, and a slight wind is blowing all the leaves around the large square. Lindsey then walks up to Mills, with a large grin on her face.

That film was awesome, dont you think?

I hated it. Just another Freddy vs Jason. I'm hungry, can we eat?

Alright. Is there a restaurant around here?

Some Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Lindsey laughs as he says that.

Is that a joke? K.F.C is boring.

Of coarse I was. Hmm, can we eat at the hotel? I'm tired.

Sure.

The two begin to walk away from the camera and out of Leicester Square, as the scene slowly fades to black.

Again, the scene opens back at the Marriot Hotel, a very popular hotel in London in the middle of town. In the hotel suite, the camera is staring at Lindsey flicking through the television channels on the large television which is resting on the dresser table. Nicky comes out of the bathroom dressed in a plain white tee shirt and some jogger bottoms. The camera is looking at Mills, as Lindsey has stopped on the TnT Wrestling channel, which is airing all the promo's this week. One of them is the second Mike Furious promo, and Nicky listens eagerly before sighing.

Well? What do you think?

Mike Furious is an idiot. Enough said.

The next promo is the Rollin Thunder one, followed by the Big Boss promo, and then followed by the Jimmy Vetalo's latest promo. However, Nicky is watching Vetalo talk, and then suddenly presses the mute button.

Hey! You could watch the others, but you wont watch Vetalo?

Jimmy Vetalo says the same old bullshit. I couldn't care less responding to him anymore. He's a retard, and also it's just the same. "If that was for the belt, I would be champion." But what he forgets is that the match meant nothing. He doesn't even have anything to back up his shit. His promo's are the same. "Rant rave, rave rant, bullshit High Roller, I love Derek, Derek loves me, I am gay but am a homo that has not come out of the closet yet." Why cant we just terminate his contract? He doesn't do anything for this company except cut those annoying promo's with that giant ego's of his. Hell, I had to practically teach him how to wrestle in the ring, because he was so useless at the simplest moves. He's championship material?

That's like comparing Nic Totopolous to Spitfly. We don't need him, and we don't need Rollin Thunder. What is absolutely pathetic about both of them is that Marcel had them as champions, because good old Marcy didn't know how to run a company. Strong came along, and turned this company upside down, and they don't like the change. They hate the competition. I mean, if they were champions and all they did is talk, then this company would go to hell. But the High Rollers just dont know when to die. Okay, so from now on, I am not going to refer to them. Reed Harrington is my opponent, not them. So if they want to complain and mention my name every week, I aint even going to refer to them, because they are a waste of my time.

You said it. I have to greet the children when their plane arrives.

Sure. I'll get a taxi to take you to Gatwick now.

Alright, Nicky.

The two share a kiss and she walks out of the hotel suite, leaving the TnT World Heavyweight champion to stare at the television screen, which is airing a commercial for October Terror. Nicky takes a can of soda from the fridge and opens it, then begins to sip. The wedding of Rubeus Dahrkov and Rachel Plume then is shown on the television screen, and as it fades to black, the TnT World Heavyweight champion laughs and shakes his head, a smirk painted on his face.

A wedding? Hah. Rubeus looking for more popularity. He always was a guy who liked the spotlight.

A commercial plays of the two exclusive World title matches, one for the UwA championship with the champion Wall2k defending against Andy Gorgadore, and the TnT champion Nicky Mills defending against Reed Harrington. Mills switches off the television, and then smiles as he begins to speak.

Reed Harrington! The man who I will face for the TnT championship in exactly a week tomorrow, a man who wants me dead, a man who wants revenge for the betrayal. I mean, I would feel the same way if I had a wife who betrayed me in front of thousands in the crowd and the millions watching at home or on web cast, or however they saw Sunday Mayhem. Harrington made quite a mistake, and that mistake cost him his wife.

His argument is that she kept him from being a full time wrestler, but you see, that is where him and I differ in opinion. It is very simple, and that is he was more obsessed with trying to play his character that he became the character. He wanted to call me out and when Lindsey confronted him, he got all whiney. He knew it deep down inside, but he wouldn't admit. Is that what we want as a champion, a man who wont face the truth like his friends, or a man who will stare whatever is staring back at him and destroy it? Harrington doesn't deserve this title shot, and that's the sad truth.

The way I see it is that he got the title shot because he lost, and because he was new. People believe that if it wasnt Alexi Draconis, I wouldn't have walked out with the championship. It's mentioned by the retards every time they cut a wrestling promo, and we are all reminded of that opinion. But I tell them the truth, and they just cant accept it, they just ramble on with their opinion. We've all heard it guys, and the fact is that Alexi DIDN'T WIN ME THE BELT! No, do you want to know who did? I did. Reed didn't have me down with that Kenta Slam. Draconis ran down to buy me a few seconds, and so I took advantage. I would have won anyway, so it doesnt really matter.

But I can guarantee you that I WILL beat Reed, nice and clean, and show him why that I will beat him countless times until he gets it through his head that you cannot beat a man like myself, not for the championship. I've overcome too many obstacles for a retard to take this belt from me. And this match, will be simple. Good entrances, we get in the ring, I show him why they call me the Technical Wonder, and either make him submit with a Legends Pain or pin him for the 1..2..3. He hits me with a suplex, I hit him with a double suplex. He hits me with a DDT, I'll hit him with a flying DDT. He puts me in a crossface, I put him in a Legends Pain. How simple can it become? Whatever he hits me with, I'll hit him with something bigger. Face it, Nicky Mills will still be the World Heavyweight championship.

So now we move onto this Lord of Terror match, which we have all our favourite superstars in it. Mikey Hell, a disgrace to this business. The man would rather die of alcohol poisoning then be a wrestler. Him and that fat bastard Blob, they make quite a freak team. Mikey also doesn't realise that the last time we met, I had the match won, and in this ladder match, the belt fell off the ladder and fell into his hands. A freak occurrence! Hell just doesnt realise that he reminds me of George Best, a man who used to be something extrodonairy and then became a disgrace. I mean, he used to be a guy who could surprise you. But now all he does is get drunk and talk bullshit.

And we come to UwA's punching bag and everyone's favourite person to humiliate. Wall2k would know this, because he's annihilated him before. It's not Q Ball and it isn't Spitfly. It's MIKE FURIOUS! And he has returned for the millionth time to talk trash like the original Ghetto Bitch, Freedom Morelez. Furious really is Furious, because every time he talks, he snarls at the end of a sentence. His whole gimmick is 'Mr Legend Killer' and 'Mr Angry Man'. He's the bitch of the UwA and he knows it. Now I hope he destroys Thunder, and we all know he will because the retard doesnt stand a chance, but then he actually believes that he is a champion and that he will walk out a winner of the Lord of Terror. But nobody believes a word he says, because he isn't exactly a threat to anyone.

He never was and never will be. And he thinks calling me Millsnake will hurt me? You fucking idiot, you proved my point. You sit there and dwell on the past, but you cannot look at the future. Millsnake? Goddamn it Mike, move on! I was a rookie back then, and now I'm the TnT World champion, and we are trampling UwA in the ratings because of my graceful talent and because everyone knows I deliver when I say. UwA is a bitching fed for disgruntled TnT employees like Big Boss, who couldn't win anything. The last time I saw Boss, me and Segrada were making him cry like a woman. Mark Drivlaine does like the trashtalkers, like Marcel does. But now Pellet and Strong are the new generation, and Strong is showing talent. Pellet is pushing the younger guys because none of their veterans can do anything, like who? Big Boss!

Mike Furious, you want to talk shit, yet you have nothing to back up your statement. Why dont you crawl back in that hole of yours and stay there? I have a suggestion for you Mike, and that's to read the headlines. The headlines are Mike, Nicky Mills is currently hanging in Hollywood, with those long stretch limousines and millions of dollars are my disposal because I make these good movies. My new movie Passionate Robbery has already reached number one in the box office! But this isnt about Hollywood, this is about wrestling, and Mike knows nothing about it. If you asked him what a suplex was, he would snarl before saying "Is that when you touch a man in his private area?" because we know that Mike, like a certain retard, has not yet come out of the closet. He thinks he is a true man, yet the last time I saw him, he ended up in a gay bar. Idiot. Dont talk shit you know isn't true.

There are probably four or five guys that might prove a threat. First, Alexi Draconis, my stable mate, and also Jonny Fly, two men who I respect and that will fight to the death. Nic Totopolous, a man who when we faced off last, he won because of a mistake by the referee. I still respect him, but I wish he was the asshole again, because then we could truly face off. That's three, so who are my last two? Kevin Cosmos? No. He's a washed up motherfucker, beaten by Steve Xtreme. He isnt the Cosmos I knew, just a fool who thinks he is still great. Mikey? Hell no! He will end up getting drunk before he ends in in that ring. No, the next man is Doctor Placebo. Now he has called me out, and I'm glad he has. Me and him have some shit we need to sort out, such as why he thinks I am a traitor. I'll enjoy showing him that I was always the strongest link in the Kovenant and not him. So that's four guys, so who could be my last? Now you'll be thinking "It HAS to be Minds Eye!" And guess what?

Your one hundred percent WRONG! Minds Eye, I completely destroyed in that Triple Cage match. He kidnapped me and cost me my World title match against Nikolas Globe. He stuck fucking fishooks in me and then tried to drown me. But then I ran him with a police cruiser, smashed him in the back with a sledgehammer, and in the Triple cage, I tore him a new asshole. He will be the thing he talks about most, a gnat, when Nicky Mills hits him with that painful Rebirth, and history will repeat itself. So the last person in this match that could prove to be a threat is....Rollin Thunder! Ha, no way. Wait, it may be Reed Harrington or it could be Stonehart. Nah, that cant be. So who? Freedom Morelez? Kurrgan? No, the man I talk about is a complete mental patient, and no, it's not Mikey Hell. It's BIG BOSS! So why, you ask? Because he is like a giant raging bull. You hit him, and he'll growl you out of that ring, or bore you with his Truth speech to eliminate you by default. The poor bastard, he's a TnT reject who now will face the ultimate humiliation. Watching TnT Wrestling really eliminate him from this match. I'll be spending my time booting these UwA fools out of this match, while keeping myself in this ring. But who will it be? UwA, or TnT? No, it will be Nicky Mills.

And that's the Truth! Nahhhh! But before I leave you, ladies and gentlemen, I have something I want to recite.

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

And if you know what that means, it meant each and every one of you. I will strike down upon all of you with my vengeance and my anger those to attempt to eliminate me from my goal. And you will know why I am the TnT World Heavyweight champion when I lay my vengeance upon you.

Nicky smirks at his last statement as he walks into the bathroom, and shuts the door, and the scene then slowly fades to black.