Who's going to walk out with a World title?

It's time, as they say, to finally find out who our world champion will be. Big Boss, Sean Segrada, anyone could be the last survivor. Second place wins the Eurasian championship, but on everyone's focused mind is the World title. Nobody wants to be second place, especially "The Outlaw". There are no friends, nobody but yourself to win. You don't need help, and you wont want help to win, if you want it so bad, you can do it. This is how "The Outlaw" feels, with himself facing such opponents as the unbeatable Jeremiah Swinger. But dreams have to be shattered, and prizes must be won. The time for fighting has begun, but the time has not yet come. Sunday 31st August will be the date a World champion will be crowned, and all trusts will be broken, and it's all about surviving.

Big Boss, Rollin Thunder, Nicky Mills, Sean Segrada and Jeremiah Swinger. All of these men are in the top leagues, wanting the titles so badly, and training intensely for this opportunity.  Nobody wants to be Number Two, they want the top prize, the belt which is wanted by all in TnT. There can only be one person to succeed and take the prize as World champion. But all must go through other members of the company, and not even best friends can trust each other, it is a dog eat dog time, and the fans can expect the best out of each superstar.

The scene opens in a sunny Florida beach-house, owned by "The Outlaw", as the camera looks at the bright blue sea, the seagulls and the children screaming playfully, as the camera approaches a room, and slowly, the door starts to creak. The loud creak brings silence to the room, as cold eyes watch the camera step in. The eyes belong to Nicky Mills, as he is doing some heavy-free weights, as his veins become more visible to the camera, and the muscles looked pumped than ever, as Mills does some curls with the weights, and puts them down, taking a rest and picks up a giant bottle of cold iced water, soaking his hair and his body in the iced water, and then walks over to a Chest Press machine, the energy flowing through his body, his blood pumping with adrenaline, and his muscles bulging with tiredness, he sets the machine weights at 220lbs, and prepares for the ride of his life.

He lifts it about seventeen times before the strain gets to him, as the fire in his eyes burns outrageously, and he roars with pain, as he lifts it again. The camera crew are shocked at this achievement and cheer him on, as "The Outlaw" lifts it another few times before the pain over-rides his tired body, and he puts it down to take a rest. Nicky breathes heavily and takes the giant iced water bottle, and slugs it down to the point where only the ice remains, and not a tiny drop remains in the bottle. A maid enters and hands him another two bottles, knowing this is not the end of his hard endurance training, as he smiles, for they know what more he will do. He slugs down a quarter of the next iced water bottle, before putting it down and walking to the Lat Pull down, and eyeing it down, he smiles as he prepares to put his tired out-maxed body to the test. He sets the weight to an outstanding 275lbs, as he nods to the camera crew and the smile he gives, the people in the room know that he is focused, that he will not give up his enduring training, which any other being could not do. He pulls it down to his neck, to test that it is heavy enough, and starts the heavy max training once again. He lifts it constantly, the number completely disappearing as he continually keeps up with his training. After an enormous number, he finally roars in pain, but also a sign of likeness and stops, as he slowly puts it back up, and sits in the same position, with the fire in his eyes roaring as if gasoline had been poured onto the burning fire.

Yeah, that's more like it.

He turns to the camera crew, and takes the water bottle, and pours it all over himself to rest his burned out muscles. His veins stand out as his biceps stand out, the size of them shocking the crew. Only a few days ago, "The Outlaw" was making movies and training lightly, but now the enduring pain has entered him, and the fire is burning inside of him as he stands and looks himself in the mirror, but as if he is disgusted, he throws his fist into the mirror, the glass shattering on impact, and leaving the crumbles mess sprawled across the floor. The interviewer is sitting on one of the machine mats, obviously impressed at the training Mills is doing. Nicky realizes what he has done, and sighs as he calls his maid and asks her to kindly order a new mirror for the gym, as she smiles and walks away to leave the camera crew and the interviewer alone with the bulked up Mills.

Argh, I need to do more. This isn't all I will do, I want more. I WILL WIN THAT RUMBLE! Nobody can stop me, nobody.

Yes, I agree. You could do very well if you keep up this training.

What do you want?

I'm Tom Shepard, and I work for TnT. I have finally been given my first try at interviewing superstars, and I was told to interview you for your match at the Pay Per View against the other members of TnT.

"The World versus Nicky Mills. That's how it feels, to know everyone is gunning for you, to know that one slip up could be the end of it all for you. I will not let myself be fooled by the other foolish men which guarantee themselves to win. I do not guarantee, but I mean what I say. I will make an impact, and it's going to take a hell of a lot to take me out. But no, I cannot let that happen to me. People like Jeremiah Swinger, say they are undefeated. He will have his first loss next Sunday, as I throw him over the top rope and destroy his dreams of becoming World champion. I am the target, I am the bulls eye which everyone wants to eliminate. I am an enormous target, and that makes me feel proud of myself, because I am put into Larry Flint's position, and have the dozens baying for my blood. Big Boss, the man who thinks his mood swings will make everyone fear him. COME ON, BOSS! Focus on this one thing Pimp Daddy, anger doesn't cure your problems. You realize your pathetic, you realize you are not focused, and yet you do not face your problems, and you become frustrated. That will lead to one thing Boss, and that will be your elimination. Don't regret this, because I know the problems you are having. My god, you were so bad that you were fighting for your very existence. You lost contact with the fans, TnT management even saw how pathetic you had become. What happened to the old Big Boss I knew? The one who would guarantee a good fight? All you do is pounce around the ring acting as if you will strike, but you never do. I first came here, and I left fast because TnT had become a girls playground with Terror X acting as the perverts. I came back, and someone had put a fire under TnT's ass, because people with talent are coming to fight. Boss, you however, have changed. You have become the dunce in the class, the reject nobody likes, they class you as an outcast.

You want anger? You want a fight? You want to change? THEN SHUT UP AND FIGHT! It's all talk with you Boss. Every thing which comes out of your mouth is merely Rollin Thunder talk. How silly of me to think your fight spirit had come back, but maybe I am wrong. Maybe the real Big Boss is back, but I don't believe that one bit. Then again, prove me wrong. Prove your the old Boss, the one who gave everybody a challenge, the unbeaten Hardcore champion in TnT. But then again, I think your just a shadow of your former self, a ghost of who you once were. I don't want to know it, because you say your going to show the whole world a new side. I'm intrigued, but will it be enough to beat everybody and be World champion? Would it be enough to beat myself? I don't know, but I couldn't care. Because there's a thing called 'talent' and you my friend, have little of it. Your a WWE'er, all look and no talent, all bark and no bite, all shout and no fight. Your a pathetic little man who's not got his way, so you cry about how you change, and your a disgrace to yourself, your family, your friends, and your fellow opponents. I wouldn't be surprised to see you gone in a split second, because your just too weak to fight anymore.

Moving on, we have Jeremiah Swinger, that annoying 'oh look at me I am unbeatable' shitbag. Wow, Swinger beat Jonny Fly and Sean Segrada. I could beat Fly now, by a long shot. But just because you think you can be World champion, you have got yourself worked up that your unbeatable. Well too bad pal, because I am the executioner for the PPV. A monster can be slayed by a true hero, but I am not the hero, and you are not the monster. I am the hunter, and you are the hunted. I am like a wolf, I wait and I wait until the opponent has it in their mind that they are good enough to win, and BAM! I strike, and the dream ends. Reality sets in, and you will suffer your first ever loss, to me. Yes, you are scared that the end is near for yourself, that someone will raid on your little party. Guess who? That's right Swinger, me. I am the party crasher for your reign, and you cannot win, you will not win. As long as "The Outlaw" continues to dominate, I will end your little parade. There can only be one, and the 'True One' is myself, and guess what Swinger? You'll be on the dole once TnT realizes how your the most pathetic 'all luck' bastard in the business today. What chance do you have on beating someone as great as myself? HA! Your chances are at a slim number, with that number being a half, that it would be a miracle for you to eliminate my ass on Sunday, very slim. Like Cundiff winning the world title, very slim indeed. Jeremiah, just like Forest Gum said, Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get, and it lives to it's word. You don't know what will happen, do you? But I do know, that you can say goodbye to your dreams and chances cause your going to slip on that banana skin and go crashing down to the real society.

Now onto Sean Segrada. Well, looks like the big tough gangster decided to speak. Let's rewind here, I quit TnT, so therefore that was not me. But guess who? My disgrace of a brother, who almost got himself killed thanks to screwing with bigger things. But this time, you have the real me, not some phony. Your facing the man who you have never ever faced before, and you have a reason to be afraid of me. I am bigger than your average Gravedigger or your White Thunder, I am my own man. Now explain to me, when you say that when your around, I wont be World champion, can you really live up to that? Would you sacrifice it all to make sure I didn't become the champ? Ha, your as pathetic as Rocky. You want to be a movie buff and talk all gangster? Here's one for you, you be sleeping with the fishes. Your not a gangster, and you never will be. Your like a kid when he gets a new present, 'Ooooh I have a new gimmick, and it's being a big tough gangster.' Your old news, pal. Don't try give us the Pulp Fiction bullshit, because it's not going to work. I am not Hardcore champion, because I am bigger than that. You want to watch movies? I have a movie for you, and it will happen on Sunday. It's called "I have no chance at winning the World title" and your the director, Sean Segrada. That's right, all these promo's are part of the movie, and it's a happy ending, with you not winning the title, and everyone being satisfied. Once you walk into something you cant handle, you'll walk out a homeless beggar, using spare change to buy your own food, because that's what you are. Someone who expects some special treatment, well I'll give you some special treatment, first to realize you have no chance. Sean, look at the chances pal. 

I am bigger, better, than your wannabe ass. You don't have to be a gangster to be in the business, you be yourself, unlike Big Boss, who has to be a wannabe pimp to be recognized. How can you class yourself as a wrestler, Sean? Your an 'entertainer', because you have no talent, and you never will. The best thing for TnT was seeing your ass out of here, because we don't need phony's like yourself, and we wont for a very long time. You see, I know the deal. You watched that steroid taking freak Triple H and realized 'So I'm going to be like him', so you did the whole Desire bullshit, and came back expecting everyone to fear you. Wrong, your laughable. And now you expect to win the Rumble, NO CHANCE! Unlike HHH, your going to feel the one thing you have not felt in a long time, pain and sadness. The pain of the beating you will sustain next Sunday, and the sadness of losing your pride. Your going to be beaten worse than Tyson, and your going to look like Frank Bruno at the end of it. You'll also have the job that Bruno does, retired. As soon as you realize your destined to lose, you'll take your cheque and leave quietly. You want another quote? I'm going to give you boxing lessons, flying lessons and falling down lessons. You disgust me, your not an highly paid actor, your not one of the richest in the business, and your certainly not a wrestler. Let me see, if I could put your pathetic ass in a rank, it would be 'Biggest Failure', next to Rollin Thunder.

Speaking of that crybaby, I have not missed you out yet. Did everybody see the beating you got, and yet you got a U.S shot next Sunday? It's daylight robbery, that thousands of wrestlers deserve that chance more than you do. You don't deserve to be fighting, because your nothing but a 'happy go lucky' star. One year, and you have achieved nothing. You class yourself as a champion, yet you've not won in a million years. Pal, your the jobber which everyone wants to see. Every single week, the people want to see you lose. Have your ass kicked by another legend, but this Sunday, you will be on your last legs. You have had your two strikes, the first losing to Swinger, and the second losing to Fly. Sunday will be your last, strike three and your out. I know your quivering as you see the training, and what I am saying. Why? Because you realize this is true. Every single detail is true, didn't you ever listen to your mother? Even she is not as pathetic as you are, no man is as lowly, as disgusting, as womanly as you are. Jesus, Eric Ham is more of a man than you, and that's saying something. You've become the one everyone hates to love. Your merchandise is in all the Bargain bins, the charity shops, and the boot sales. Hell, I saw a Best Of Rollin Thunder video, and guess what? They said there wasn't one. Wait a second, I'm kidding myself here. THERE IS NO BEST! 

You've always been handed the short straw, and once again, twice in one night, you will be given the short straw. Hell, your EFW videos haven't sold much, have they? You were never a wrestler, and you needed someone's image to tell yourself you are. You need Cundiff to tell you your the best, but even he knows the truth. You are one of those 'image stealers', stealing such as the William Brothers, and even the all powerful 'ass liking' Triple X. Wait, so that's where you stole your line from. You say ass constantly, as if your only vocabulary. 'Hi, I'm Rollin, and I'm a complete ass. I like to feel ass, smother ass, kiss ass, touch ass, lick ass, put my nose up an ass and do lots more with an ass.' You pathetic little slime ball, you don't know any other word better than ass. But yet again, the word ass will come back into play. You will have your ass kicked not once, but TWICE! It's a damn shame to see again your puppy dog look you give everybody, to make you look innocent. Everyone has given you a chance, and you've blown it, kind of like JVD had with his career. You'll be crying rivers once it happens, but for the sake of wrestling, sometimes things just don't go your way. For you, it never has gone your way. Prepare to see another two losses next Sunday, and maybe a few more before Marcel gives you the pink slip. But how funny was Mayhem? HA HA, I almost laughed to death when I saw it again. You were about to take your frustrations on your wife, because you have always done that. She was playing 'possum' with you the whole time. You like to hit women, because you cant hit anyone else. I can understand why she left you, because you could never pick up a W, and you could never give her the love she deserves from a man. But wait, what am I saying, your a pathetic weasel. Always getting everyone else, including your wife, to give you respect. It's time you earn it, instead of crawl your way and getting it and kissing too much ass. Well, after your career falls through, you can become my servant, and maybe I can teach you how to wrestle like a real man.

Mills realizes it is time to train more, and stops his interview, and asks to be excused. He walks over to the Tricep Dip Press machine, and nods at it. His smile shows how much he is enjoying the training, as he sets it to an outstanding 300lbs, and the fire in his eyes roar as the camera jolts as the camera-man almost drops the camera. The interviewer ushers the cameraman up and they sit gawp eyed as Mills braces himself for the agonizing training. His smiling shows that he is liking the agonizing pain and the torture he is putting himself through. Mills lifts it and holds it in the air, testing that it is heavy enough. The camera turns to the other crew members, who look in disbelief as we can hear the groans from Mills, and the strain on his face looking as if he will collapse. However, Mills continues to lift up the handles continuously, without batting an eyelid. His face is perplexed in complete concentration, as he pushes himself harder, and a roar of pain fills the gym, startling the interviewer, as the veins on his triceps stand out completely. After a few seconds, "The Outlaw" slowly completes the last lift and puts it down, and grabs the nearest towel to him, He wipes the sweat off his face, and grabs the iced water without hesitating, and starts to drink it heavily. He throws the remaining water on his body, easing the pain of his body and muscles. He laughs as he see's the stone faces of the crew, and looks at his maid, who giggles with delight.

Holy shit, you do this every day? Man, I could never put myself through that.

Maurie, what's so funny?

I think your cute.

So do most of the women in America. I'm a sex icon, baby. Oh, which reminds me, I have to do that interview for FHM pretty soon.

I'll ask them to come round soon, but in the meantime, get some more training in.

I will, don't you worry.

Ummm, we aint finished with the interview yet. So who are you focusing on in the Rumble? The ones you want to eliminate?

Well, I think it would have to be Eric Ham and Alexis Walker. My god, they are tremendous athletes. You have to be very careful, as they may eliminate me from the rumble.

You can tell that he has sarcasm in his voice, and he laughs as the crew realize this. The interviewer however, is not amused, and the anger in his face grows. Mills looks at him up and down, and realizes this. Shepard rises from his seat, and raises his voice for everybody to hear.

Mills, this is not a joke. I get paid for this, and I don't have to put up with this sarcasm.

Whhhhhooooohhh, fear the Shepard. Ok Ok, who do I want out of the rumble? Well, I couldn't give a flying fuck, really. Everyone's a threat, from you to Boss. They are all merely obstacles for me to overcome, which I will make sure I will overcome. You see, you can call me many things. Here's a little fairy tale, there were three little pigs, but instead of thirty, this becomes 20 odd piggies. And guess what, I'm the big bad wolf, the nasty bastard. And I am looking to take them out, but the pigs don't out-smart me, and it doesn't end in an happy ending. It ends with the wolf killing all the pigs, and living up to the name 'big bad wolf'. Here's a better, the ring is the court, and I am the judge. They are all on trial, every one of them, for perverting the course of justice. Yes, all saying they will win the rumble. The jury are the crowd, and by the end of it, the jury comes back with the verdict, we find all of them GUILTY AS CHARGED! Wait, the charge has already been decided, but there is always an appeal. Someone might eliminate me from the Rumble, so that's why I don't guarantee anything. But come on, do you see Big Boss finally winning the World title? I think not, because the chances of that are like Gorgon winning the World title sometime or Jezze James upsetting Mindseye. It will never happen, so you Boss fans will be disappointed to hear that the man has no chance. But there's more, the participants are in the ring, so we'll call that the Titanic. No Rose, nothing like that. Suddenly, I, being the iceberg, come along and sink the ship, and they all drown to their deaths, meaning that nowone survives. Does it all sum up? Whatever the story, I win all the time. You cant escape fate, because it all shows that I will win, that I will become World champion. There can only be one winner, one man to seize the gold, and guess what? It all comes to me. So everybody realize this, your fate has been sealed. The one man who will survive will be me, not Boss, not Rollin, not even Ham. But the movie legend, the wrestling legend, "The Outlaw" Nicky Mills.

Suddenly, his cell phone rings loudly, and it startles everybody except Mills. Nicky looks at the camera crew with confusion, and picks it up without hesitating. After a few moments on the phone, he puts it down with a pissed off look on his face, and throws the cell phone to the ground.

Goddamn it, tagging with Eric Ham? Good fucking god, are TnT absolutely nuts, making me tag with Ham? I could take Chaos Theory all by myself, without that jobbing bastard. Those stupid TnT management have done it again, booking me in meaningless matches. It's really pathetic, seeing that they cant give me title shots when I deserve them, so they book me in a meaningless match to save time. I don't want Eric Ham, and I don't need him. The only thing I need is myself to handle a seven foot piece of meat, and a little teenager who got lucky all his life. This time, the luck runs out for you and your partner. I'm going to reveal you for the idiots that you are, and finally get everybody to realize that your nothing more than 'time wasters'. To make it better, how about being in a seven foot steel cage match, just to make it fairer? It's called TnT Chaos for a reason, there is going to be chaos next Sunday. Cundiff and Gavin, you boys call yourself the Chaos Theory? Ha, you two are nothing  more than 'names', you don't have talent, you don't have pride, you are disgraces to wrestling. Two on one, that sounds good. It sounds absolutely fascinating, and all in a steel cage. I don't need help, and I never have. 'If it can happen, it will happen?' For you, it WILL happen, you will lose every single little bit of movement, cause I'm going to make you feel pain to the max. Gavin can watch as I break your legs and take away any movement in them, and as you bleed and you scream for help, none will come. For you, there is no way out for you. And as you lie in a hospital bed, you can watch re-runs of the finish of the Rumble, Nicky Mills eliminating all and holding the belt in the air for all to see. Jeremy Cundiff, say your last prayers before you suffer the worst fate for a wrestler imaginable, and no man can help you.

See you all around.....

Nicky turns to the camera's, and smiles eagurely, as he asks the cameraman to leave, as he prepares for more training. His eyes become fixtated in hate, as the camera switches off, and goes back to static, with the words "Who Will Be World Champion?"