I know you hate me...

Another pain felt memory this week. More and more, "The Outlaw" is proving he is the more dominant, and a key man to be the next TnT World champion. His talent is amazing. Do you see that nobody has stepped to his challenge, and that Boss is now on a rampage? Pathetic, he only wants to be noticed. He's been down the shitter ever since he tapped and got pinned by Nic and Fly. He's been drinking his sorrows like a homeless man eating his food. He loves it, and will continue to drink that way. And what will change now? The fact he can roar and act like a retard? It wont hide the fact he's a glorified loser now, and will never ever be the best.

But now, we have "The Outlaw". He won the Eurasian champion, and he accepted a challenge off the lowly Jeremy Cundiff. What did the man do to deserve it? Whine and beg, just like he does in life. For now, Sean can wait for another time to fight, because Mills is busy. Yes, Gavin James's career is as over as the WWE's dreams of getting ratings like 98. It will never happen, and James will never wrestle again. But why? Jeremy did it all. He could have walked away, he could have acted like a man and walked away. But no, Cundiff is a greedy American, and he got what he deserved. He will feel the same pain again, and he will be lying next to his best friend in the hospital. How fitting, because Mills has promised it will happen! Shocking, yet it will be soon before Nicky beats Sean for the title, and then all bets are off, you can bet all banks of cash on that.

The scene opens in a very unusual way, as the TnT channel stops all activity, and then turns to static. The static then starts to fade slowly, and a black screen then shows, along with the announcer announcing that a special announcement will be made very soon. As if on cue, the Mayhem show fast forwards, the assault on Gavin, the challenge, the main event, everything. Then, everything stops, and then in big bold red writing, it reads 'From Your Very Own Eurasian Champion.' As then we focus into the scenery, we hear a cold unforgiving voice, one we all recognize. We hear some maniacal laughter, as the voice then speaks, in a cold tone, as he clears his throat.

All the years, I was doubted. Nobody gave me a chance, but now I'm more famous than any bum on this planet. I'm the envy of all superstars, and I speak nothing but the truth, the plain cold hard truth. My legacy is and always will be here, and that when I move on, people will want to be and control what I have created. There is only one "Outlaw", and one Nicky Mills. Only one is Eurasian champion, and only one who is the best in the business. My movies are hitting box office's at a fast rate, and are making people like Mel Gibson look like a child entertainer. I'm a Hollywood legend, and I'm a wrestling legend. I have no need to hoot my own horn, but there will never be a greater superstar than Nicky Mills.

My will to survive, my will to stay at the top. I told the world I would walk out champion, and it was not an empty threat. Past is the past, I will eventually extract some payback. Do not worry, your time will come, Unforgettable power. For now, I have to hunt another scumbag in the name of Jeremy Cundiff, the stupidest bastard ever to step foot on this earth. 'Oh look at me, I'm eighteen and I think everyone's a midcarder'. He brought in a useless seven footer, but he was nothing more than all look. Broken in half. But onto business, yes Rollin Thunder. I saw your little promo, and your mouth runs faster than your brain. You don't even know what the hell your talking about! First of all, you have the nerve to say Cosmos and I want everyone to be scared, and then you say your the better man and the better opponent, and that you love pain and all this crap. Let's get on your first rant now, you want to talk about how it's all hate? I don't hate you, I could give three shits about you. But then you had to say that you have god given talent, and that is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard. Man, do you simply not understand? Who's the better champion? Who's the one who brings in the ratings? Who's the one people envy? Me, not anyone else. Your another boy who wants to try the big guy's ass, and that man is me. I'm the best, and your not. Rollin, you were always the underdog in every match you went into. So what if you win the U.S title, that's a disgrace of a title. EFW, UwA, and TnT. You sucked in all of them, and then when you went to UwA, you try form an alliance with Triple X. 

Now let me say something, that man was a disgrace to wrestling, and guess what, you are too. You say you have talent, so in that case, why are you not World champion? Why don't the fans attach onto every word you say? BECAUSE YOUR NOT THE BEST! You give everyone the whole 'unbreakable' excuse, but it's all bullshit. Your own best friend was destroyed by yours truly. Now wouldn't it be a shame to end you? To end your talk, to end your career? I'm not that nasty, after all you do have some significance. Your going to see Jeremy cry for mercy, and then will you accept the truth? I say I can beat you because it's, well the truth. You wouldn't last three minutes with me, but tomorrow night, I'm going to make every second count in this match. I'll out wrestle you in every way, I'll out talk you in every way, to the whole world, your a peon to me.

But hell, I'll give you a tiny bit of credit.  You don't give up, you don't stop. But that will change tomorrow. You can be broken, just like any other can. Your not unstoppable, your human, and I will crush you. What else can you say to save yourself? Two things, take it or leave it. I never know you would back down from a fight, which is good to know. So let me be the first to wish you farewell, because once I'm through with you, your career is just going to be over. These people may love you, but TnT don't. What do you have to prove? Prove your a logical champion, prove your as good as you say you are, and good god, PLEASE BEAT ME! I'm begging you to show yourself, but just like everyone else, your all talk and no action. You've got everything to prove, while all I have to do is beat you and then that's it. Nothing happens, your just another man who has been told to have a match with me. You never know what could happen to you, whether you win or lose or draw. I'm the prima Donna, I'm the big man in the business, and your a piece of American trash ready to have his ass handed to him by yours truly. Let me get this perfectly clear, Cosmos is not my manager because I am scared of anybody nor is it because I want more attention, but just in case someone wants to run into my match. Jeremy is a very unbalanced mind, and Cosmos will be there to even the odds. Apart from that, it's me and you. Unbreakables own nothing, just because you hold a U.S title does not mean you own the business. Don't confuse yourself as someone who is someone. Your nothing, and it will continue to stay that way until you can do something, show a bit of talent in you, which you surely don't have. I am the greatest wrestler alive, no doubt. There is no competition. Sean maybe, but the rest are all fools, like you. Their minds are filled with jealously and hate, and that leads to rage, and that leads to them believing they should be the top man. Your filled with jealously, and it eats you alive. Every word you say, your eyes tell me your angry, your bitter about you being the bottom fool like Big Boss. Tell me, do you have anything which remotely impresses me? No, and you never will. You couldn't wrestle your way out of a paper bag, and I will prove it tomorrow night.

What else can I say to you? You have a hope in hell of proving yourself to anybody, and just like I've said for the past nine months, I will finally shut you up forever. You may not be facing Banger, but you'll be facing someone bigger, better, and more advanced. It's going to take every amount of energy, every brain cell, and every move you know to beat me. Hell, it'll take more than your worthless ass to take me out. You can ask Minds Eye, you can ask Cosmos, and you can ask Pete Wilson. I am the better man, and I will continue to be that way until someone takes the Eurasian championship away from me. Maybe you can, maybe Jeremy can, but until then, I guess you stupid fools can finally realize that maybe I am unstoppable, that the best man is me, and the best man will continue to win. People want to ride the wave of greatness, my wave, but nobody can take what I have. Your not a threat to me Rollin Thunder, and your not a known factor to anything. Your just another 10 Minute Major, but your time has run out, and it's time you were shown how it's really done. Jeremy, here's a preview of things to come. Your out done now, and it's time you faced up to your very worst nightmare.

So are you ready, Rollin?

For a pain which you yourself cannot handle?

Mills has a gigantic smirk on his face, as his pink glasses shine in the light. The face of Mills appears in the light on the black screen, as the scene then abruptly goes to static, and then to a commercial.