The Road to Recovery

Is there anyone tougher than Nicky Mills?

The answer to that to egoists would be 'Yes' and name themselves as that tougher person. People believe that naming themselves as tougher will get them credibility.

Bullshit.

Nicky Mills was accused of crimes he did not commit. The authorities pinned TERRORIST ATTACKS, on the one Nicky Mills. He was forced to escape the country, and the local police attempted to catch him. Nicky had no choice but to protect himself, and so he fired on them. But when his plane was about to take off, his plane was fired on by a rocket launcher which damaged the plane greatly and caused it to crash. ANYONE would have died in that crash, but not Nicky Mills.

No. He survived. But maybe not for long, as his brother, thought to be dead, took him to a nearby warehouse and was about to kill him. Stabbing him in the leg, and the loss of blood, Nicky lost consciousness and his breathing began decreasing. He almost died that night, but the work of paramedics and doctors saved his life, and for that, he is truly grateful. He lay there, just after waking from surgery, and LEFT. He actually got up and left the hospital! He wants to wrestle. It is his life, and forever it will be.

The man was almost dead, and yet, he left the hospital and got on his private jet to return to Tennessee, to rest in his giant mansion. He wants to return back to wrestling, and take back what was robbed. Reed Harrington however, has taken it upon himself to shit on Nicky's injuries and played a giant mind game with Nicky, Lindsey betraying Mills. But what's new? Nicky has known betrayal. He doesn't give a shit. He knew that Lindsey was only good for sex. I mean, Nicky is the Sex Icon of America. Lindsey fell for him, or so he thought. She was there to distract him, but she failed.

So did she complete her mission?

No. Because you cant play mind games with a man who is all ABOUT mind games. He has played them for years, and he knows every rule of every mind game. Reed played a foolish mind game, and when the consequence was seen, Nicky didn't care. So much for a World champion, huh? His challenger is even more powerful than him.

Nicky Mills is rumoured to be returning very soon. That is VERY bad news for the current bad news, and bad news for the High Rollers. They shall never know the true meaning of power.

For the Dynasty shall rule. And any enemies shall be crushed.

Let the battle begin.

Opening at the Tennessee mansion as the camera is forced to go through very high security due to the fact that Nicky was recently almost killed, the camera fades for a moment. Then it opens back to a large bedroom, where sitting on the king size bed, and with a giant television on the foot of his bed with the game GTA San Andreas, being played on by the new slim Playstation 2. The camera looks at the screen which shows the main character, Carl Johnson, fighting with the police. The person playing the game is 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills, lying in the king sized bed. He has the controller in his hand, and the screen then shows the main character dying, and a moan can be heard from Mills.

'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills: Goddamn it! Fuck, this guy reminds me of Freedom Morelez. Useless! USELESS!

A man, wearing a butler uniform, interrupts Nicky, who turns his head lazily.

Butler: Mr Mills, there is a man waiting for you called Kent Strong. Shall I let him in?

Of coarse you let him in!

The butler leaves and returns with Kent Strong. Kent has a bag with him and a large grin. Kent claps hands with Mills, and then laughs at the 'Wasted' screen, which is shown on the television screen.

Kent Strong: Cant beat em, huh?

This game is brilliant. But this character isn't up to much. Just a ghetto bitch.

I brought you some stuff. Since your resting up and that.

I hate hospitals. Enough said.

Yeah, me too. So how you feeling?

My leg is sore, man. Real sore.

I came to tell you. The doctor wont clear you until next week.

Nicky stares at Strong in disbelief for a few moments, and Strong continues.

Well, he thinks that you will injure yourself further if you participate in any wrestling matches. And I agree with him. You need to rest back for the rest of this week.

Aw Kent, come on. I'm dying to take the High Rollers to school. They're acting as if they own the place.

Well, they never will, thank god.

I mean, you know what I was doing earlier? Watching TnT Wrestling promo's. And well, I almost got put to sleep by Thunders. It took the fact that I had a throbbing migraine as a result to keep me awake for the rest of it. Always the same rants and complaints. Just fire him already.

Well, I am not the owner anymore. Jonny is.

Yeah, but he wants him to just use as punching bags. Because he is THAT pathetic. But aside from that, why didnt anyone tell me about that meeting?

Nicky, it was a last minute thing. Your here, and we wanted to start it soon. You need to rest too. You are an asset to TnT, don't worry.

Oh hey, I want to show you something, Kent. I filmed it today.

Nicky switches off the Playstation and inserts a videotape. The camera moves away from the screen, but we can hear laughing from both men. The scene then resumes after a few moments and Strong is seen with a giant grin on his face. Nicky laughs, taking the video out of the video player.

They're going to love this. I assure you.

The scene then quickly fades to black.

The scene reopens like the TnT Roundabout meeting, but except the men sitting around the table are a little different. A large UwA logo stands behind a not very well lit room, but the letters are upside down, possibly showing their stupidity. A man with a large bottle of whiskey in his hand and a dirty purple suit, which has dust everywhere, looks like CEO Mark Drivlaine. Sitting around the table are also impersonators, as Mike Furious is seen snarling and growling at Mark Drivlaine, while we see a stretcher and Big Boss held onto it. The camera scans around and the camera catches a look of Q Ball, who is attempting to string a sentance together without using the word 'nigga', and Wall2k, who is just sitting moodily without even a smile, holding his championship belt. Mark Drivlaine takes a giant gulp of his Jack Daniels whiskey and then begins to speak.

Mark Drivlaine: Fellow employees! Welcome!

Furious snarls at that comment while Big Boss shouts out something about his Truth propaganda.

Thank you for taking the time to be here. I would like to thank the Brooklyn Mental Assylum for releasing Big Boss to be at this meeting.

Big Boss: TRUTH! SPREAD THE TRUTH! SEEEEEEE!

Mike Furious snarls again, and lets out a growl at Big Boss, who widens his eyes and lets out a large 'Naaaah!'. Q Ball starts talking ghetto, which forces Drivlaine to interrupt them.

I'm a little drunk, so let me attempt to talk without giving away the fact that I cant run a company, and because I just cant stop lying. UwA is doing fine. I mean, we dont need TnT. Our talent is better than theirs. Their world champion is Leed Parrington!

Wall2k: It's REED HARRINGTON, you moron. Geez, is this company full of mental deficients or what?

Seeee Wall2k! I want that title belt! I AM THE TERROR OF THE LORD! NAAAAAAH!

Have you given Big Boss his medicine yet?

Drivlaine is referring to two men standing beside the stretcher, who nod their heads. Drivlaine stumbles over due to being drunk, and sitting on a chair, continues.

They have talent? We have billions of talent. Maybe I'll give Rage a call, see if that will rise the ratings a little.

Mike Furious: Grrrrrr! Rage sucks! TnT sucks! Our low card talent is better than their world champions! This must be my millionth return to the United Wrestling Alliance. Why dont people respect me?

Maybe it's because you cannot wrestle, Furious, and nobody knows what your talking about most of the time.

Grrrrr! YOUR ASS IS MINE! MINE! ALL MINE!

Seeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Put me as your World champion, Mark! I'll just talk about my Truth! That George Bush is a moron! That he went to war for oil! I AM THE LORD! NAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Right, I see. We could always bring back Maniac.

Oh god Mark, have you lost your mind?

Q Ball: Nigga, put me at the top! I'll pop my cap in everyone's asses!

You cant even talk properly! What's the point of you being champion?

FOO! I'M Q BALL! DONT YO BOUT ME LIKE DAT, NIGGA!

Settle down! Now, we need an idea! Wall2k vs Q Ball as our main event for a few weeks, and eventually crown him as World champion?

Yeah! I do it real, foo's!

Okay, maybe not. Say Boss, how would you like to be World champion? I mean, maybe people will listen to your annoying rants.

Spread my Truth! Big Boss is THE LORD OF TERROR! I SURVIVED 39 MEN! THAT MAKES ME SPECIAL!

Well technically, you didnt 'survive'. You just got lucky, like everyone else does in that match. You didn't eliminate everyone, did you? All you did was pretend to be a bull and the threats got eliminated.

NAAAAAH! Hmph! Hmph! You dare speak about the Lord of Terror in THAT way, Nicky Walters?!

Grrrr! What about me, Drivlaine? I've kissed your ass so many times. Please, Mark. I want to win something for once!

Sorry, Mike. I enjoy you kissing my ass so much. Anyway, your a talker, and we need more of you!

Wait gentlemen, I actually have an idea.

Everyone turns to stare at Wall2k, who then begins to speak.

Listen, why dont we have actual talent? I mean, we have guys like 10 Minute Major...

Isn't he my servant?

No! Drivlaine, we need actual wrestlers. I mean, I cant face Q Ball every week. His promo's are annoying and he's just a Freedom Morelez, and you know how much I cant stand that moron! All we have is Big Boss, who just rants, and Furious, who just gets angry. They aren't wrestlers. No, what we need is guys like Doc Placebo in the main event. They are talented! TALENTED! Get rid of these morons...

Who you callin a moron, foo? Say that again, nigga! SAY IT AGAIN, FOO! I DARE YOU!

Your a moron, Q.

Aw nigga, you bein a harsh nigga, nigga. Not ma fault I cant wrestle.

Look Mark, we need to do some wrestling. TnT was our saving grace, and you fucked it up. Now, we need to do everything we can.

Well, let's hire Joe Black and Drago. Reform D Block.

MY D BLOCK BOYS! YEEAAAH, NIGGAS! WE THE REAL DEAL!

No, Mark. You misunderstand me. I mean putting guys like Major and Placebo to wrestle. Actually wrestling! We are a wrestling company afterall, are we not?

Silence builds up in the room and then everyone bursts out in laughter. Furious snarls and growls, while Boss gets a little too excited and the two doctors standing beside him try to sedate him. Drivlaine falls off his chair and Q Ball keeps repeating 'nigga' during his laughter.

I think you keep watching TnT, Nick. I think we should just keep hiring old wrestlers. Meeting adjorned! Mike, I want my ass kissed double today for that U.S title!

Grrrrr! Sure Mark! Anything for a win!

The scene then slowly fades to black as Mark and Furious head out of sight while Wall2k just buries his head in his hands.