Another Mystery...

Another promo by Sean Segrada, another worthless moment of television moments. Why do TnT continue to waste people's time with such drivel? Also, we saw Jonny make another boring time wasting promo, which would make Mother Teresa blush. Do people just favor losers like Rollin and Segrada, or is Fly calling the shots, holding people back? Well, Chaos is quite a while away, and the training has begun. As we saw in the last promo of Mills, Nicky took on the opportunity to train hard, pushing his body to the limit. Big Boss, Swinger, Rollin Thunder, these are the people which want it more. "The Outlaw" is a legend of himself, both movies and wrestling. But that will not matter come Sunday, as we will see the best of the top superstars in TnT, and it will all be on the line. But every superstar will have to work for it, come next Sunday.

The scene opens in the ECW Arena in Pennsylvania, where the camera pans around the screaming fans, as they anticipate the 'special guest' remark from Marcel himself, as they have seen an amazing night of wrestling. Cole Matthews slides into the ring, and the fans start chanting Boss's and Swinger's name, even Rollin's name as he announces the special guest. He throws some brand Tee shirts into the crowd, and then announces the guest. The fan's immediately become hateful and boo loudly, even some throwing their beverages at Cole. The lights are cut out, and the arena is pitched in blackness. Suddenly, "F*ck Off" by Kid Rock plays over the sound system, and the fans become riotful and start chanting violent slogans at the Movie and Wrestling Legend, as "The Outlaw" Nicky Mills walks out to the biggest hateful reaction he has ever heard.  He shows off a million dollar black suit, and wearing the famous pink glasses, he walks down the ring, not paying any attention to front row fans. Cole look nervous as he prepares for the interview as Mills grabs a microphone of his own and raises it to his mouth, which only makes the fans chant even louder.

You people continue to boo the Icon, the TnT legend, and I can only say that you people are wrong to do so. I have done many things for this business, and I will continue to do so. But I have someone who I need to address first, that pipsqueak idiot, Rollin Rollin Rollin Thunder. So he finally responded to me, which is pretty good. But he disappointed me, it all came out in squeals of bullshit, and whines of terror. Yes Rollin, next Sunday I'm going to make you cry like the bitch that you are. But you have so many questions for me, so let me answer them for you. Every time, you turn around, I am gone? Excuse me Rollin, but every time I go to oppose you, you hide under the table and beg not to hurt you. Your pathetic, and finally you've decided to respond. I remember you challenged me once, and then what happened? You ran away once I responded, it's little things like that which reveal you for the pussy that you are. Now Rollin, I asked not to be booked. Why? I was doing my training, yes the whole 'Rumble' training, and I wanted to get myself in shape. And guess what, I WAS asked to be in a match with Swinger. But I said no, and why? I don't want a title which represents a bunch of fat slobs who continue to boo me, because America has no smartness anymore, it's I'M WITH STUPID! Jesus fucking Christ, America The Beautiful? You continue to call this country that, but you all know that when you look at yourselves in the mirror, your fat, ugly, repulsive, unlike some of us. I don't want to tag with Ham, but of coarse, I want to break Cundiff's legs so he finally learns how wrong he was to fluke that win. And why don't I have a World title? You tell me, because I've been waiting for my chance to strike. And Sunday, is the time when everyone becomes meat, and I'm the big bad wolf, the hunter. I laugh at you calling yourself a legend, and why would that be? 

Hmmm, because your not? Rollin, you will never be a legend. People like Fly and myself are legends, and we always get that 'but your not' crap. Rollin, remember how you got all those shots? Now why that might be? Because you kissed Drivlaine's ass until you did? You begged and pleaded for shots. Don't lie to me, because Mark told me when I was considering leaving, and I asked him who could give such an annoying beggar a shot, and he told me this 'Mills, Rollin was stalking me for the title shot in December, I had no choice.' You see, he never pressed charges, but you seriously are a weird person. You went THAT far just to step in the ring with Edwards and Snow? And guess what, you got your ass kicked YET AGAIN. Do you see where I am going? Your nothing but an ass kisser, you do it to get far. How do I know you got that U.S shot because you proceeded to stalk Marcel and beg him? But wait, then I heard that I will be second best compared to you? OH NO, A HA HA HA HA! Seriously, are you serious? So I'm second best compared to "The Impact Player?" Well let me jolt your memory, I'm the richest paid superstar in the business, I am making movies by the minute, I am called by Pro Wrestling Magazine as 'The best superstar ever to set foot in the business along with Jonny Fly and Nic T.' Sorry, but your not even close as to make that allegation. But then, there's the god given talent? If TnT ever had you Main Event, the whole damn thing would close up. Rollin, I'm sorry to break the horrible news, but you don't have a chance this Sunday. You never did, and you never will. You have much of a chance as Jezze James winning the damn thing. Come on man, I didn't know you were that stupid. But it all sums up to something, I'm going to make Sunday the worst day of your entire life, period. You want to make it your goal to make me not walk out? Join the queue, mate. I've had so many people claim to make sure they throw me out, so come and get it. Your not the bounty, your nothing. Just because you have one Main Event, and Fly gives you respect, your on top of the mountain, and guaranteeing victory? I am the bearer of bad news, and it's to say you wont be winning it by a long shot. The kissing ass is over, and the fighting has begun. Your right on one thing, and now you call yourselves the Unbreakable's? Wow, I never knew how pathetic you really were. You see, you have the desire, the will to be the best? I'm sorry, but if you dont have the talent, you'll never amount to anything

But come on, you dedicate a few lines to yours truly. Thinking it's going to throw me off my game plan, you want to talk about hell? You want to say your the master of ladder matches? The last time you faced me in a TLC tag match, I beat you with that chair so bad I scrambled your brains. That was a moment, but the best moment will be ending your crap once and for all. You see, you yack and yack and yack, you seemingly are asking to be eliminated. Well, I know that you've come to the right person, me. Yes, "The Outlaw" himself. You see, you have this whole 'unbreakable' shit, but none of that will happen. You wont walk out champion, you wont make your goal come true and make sure I don't walk out, and by god, you wont eliminate me. And why would that be? It's something called 'talent', and you truly have none of it. To top it all off, your getting angry. Your bitter about not suceeding, and if you want it, your going to have to relive yourself of it. See, it's about surviving. I have done a lot of it in my life, surviving to live. My days when I was not a movie and wrestling legend, but it all payed off. And next Sunday, I'll have to do it again. Once again, I will survive the Rumble. But you want to believe you can do it, but sorry to say, but I wont let myself be eliminated by you. You see, I haven't been training just for no reason, I've been doing it because I want to win the rumble. And trust me, I will be at my best, period.

But now onto Jeremy, I'll be back on Rollin soon. Jeremy, before I came out, you went on an interview and got all heated about how me whining and not being championship materiel.  Come on, let's take a trip down to memory lane. Our little match, and you talk about how I fluked? My man, I have the strong evidence. Everyone who watched it said 'Man, Jeremy doesn't deserve that title'. Now why would they say that? Because you fluked the win? Well, that is basically what happened. But you see, now you think that I fluked UwA? My boy, UwA is dying, and without me, It will crumble into nothing. Cundiff, you think being angry will make you look big? Ha, your losing it. But what really made me laugh was you saying your one of the best superstars in the business, Jesus. Jeremy, you think that I would fall to you, that I would have no chance? Boy, you can hide behind that big piece of shit, Gavin, but your going to have to come out of hiding soon. Your going to have to live up to your word and beat me up. You see, you've beat me in a triple threat, which was a fluke. Your luck runs out Sunday, because if you say it can be a steel cage, and Digger says yes, then we'll have myself a good brawl. Yeah, if you think your Hardcore, then put it to the test against a legend like myself. You see, your scared about one on one, so you went crying to Digger, and he protected you. But there will be no protection, not even from Gavin. I'm going to tear you up, like a book. You think you know me, YOU KNOW SHIT! I'm a wrestling legend, a movie legend, I'm a fricking ICON! Don't believe me? Look at my movies, look at EMPIRE magazine, I'm all over the damn news. Your a little fucked up kid who flukes his matches. If you beat me, which I know you wont, then you would have the privilege of saying you beat a legend. I don't need to beat you guys, because in my eyes, your a bunch of jobbers getting the near last match before the rumble. Cundiff, I'm going to make sure you never walk again, that you'll spend the rest of your life doing a Nic Totopoulous, never wrestling again. Cundiff, as you look at the scars I inflicted on you, you'll learn a valuable lesson, never fuck with Nicky Mills. I can take Chaos Theory with or without a partner, because for someone like me, it'll be a walk in the park for me. You want brutal? I'll give you brutal, I'll make Freddy Kruger look like a fairy tale. This match, I'll make sure you seriously think about wrestling again, because I'm going to fuck you up. Without Ham, I'll make Gavin look like three inches, with his head held down, and his face splattered in blood. Why do I say this? The both of you will be facing the Mills which has never been seen before, I will show no mercy on your souls.

Royal Rumble, Sunday 31st August, the day a new World and Eurasion champion will be crowned. But everyone wants first place, everyone wants the World title. You see, everyone wants to be the big guy in the business, but there can only be one. Swinger, Rollin, Boss, Cundiff and all these guys want it so badly enough, but have I seen them train? Absolutely not, it's like watching mimes perform. I aint even heard Boss say a damn thing this week, but letting all of us say out stuff before he puts his two cents in. Everyone is angry, everyone is fed up of being held down. Not me, I'm focused, I'm ready for everyone to try throw me up, I'm ready to survive it. My dream is to finally shut up that ego-tistical Fly, finally make him see that my movies and my wrestling are better than he will ever will be. He had one win over me, and he's jumping all over the place like he's he greatest thing going. You see, I heard what he had to say, and I went to confront him. Oh no, there was his locker room, guarded by a lot of security guards, too scared to come out and play. You see, I have been known to hunt. I am a hunter, and I have survived lots of things. I wasn't in Sniper School for nothing, I wait for my targets to show themselves, and BAM, they are eliminated. You see, I am like a wolf, I wait for my target to show, and then I strike. I know how it feels to wait in snow, to survive, just waiting for an opportunity. In any weather conditions, surviving, waiting. No man in that Rumble knows how to survive and strike like I do, no fucking body knows how. That's why I'm a threat, that's why Rollin wants to be the target, because he knows I am destined to be the champion. I know all about my opponents, their weaknesses, their strengths, everything. I've been doing some research on everybody, and I already know everyone's downfall's. I will use it to my advantage, I will survive Segrada, I will survive Thunder, and I will be the last man standing. There is no denying fair, and in the ECW arena as well, watching bodies hitting the floor, watching the men flying over the ropes and hit the floor like they are garbage. But Segrada is right, it's all a ploy for Fly and Digger to get cash, so they can blow it all. Let's not forget gentlemen, that I called BladerSkum out, and he didn't accept. But that's right, I'm calling out that bald shit. Mayhem next week, steel cage, pinfall rules, and to top it all off, a roof on the cage so no Fly, so whaddya say Skum? I'll bet you'll run away the first you hear of my challenge. But anyway, this rumble is not for the weak hearted. It'll be a fight to the death, that people will do anything to get that person eliminated. To me, everybody is a threat. Rollin could easily throw me over when distracted, Sean could take me out when I'm eliminating. It's just so damn easy, but I'm ready for anything. I have come to TnT not to fuck around, but to fight.

Back to Rollin, the man has plenty to say about me. He has to insult me to get ratings, but Rollin is wrong. You see, you like to take your anger out on Erica when you lose. I saved her from you, and it was an honor to make you taste your own blood. The problem is Thunder, all your life you've kissed ass to be at the top. Your the HHH of TnT, but your luck is about to run out, Third strike, and your out. Shame really, because I used to respect you big time. But like a bad ending, I knew you were nothing more than corrupt, that you were cocky and you were full of yourself. You didn't have a reason to be cocky, you never won, you held everyone down with your ass kissing. But like life, it ends soon. Your little games will end Sunday, and just like it had come to be, your dream of winning will end. Who will end it? Me, yes. I plan on ending your little parade once and for all. Do you not seem to understand? All your accomplishments are nothing, but mine are something. To be a man, you have to undergo life. All you have done is make everyone live your life, make everyone achieve what you need to achieve, but you have achieved something, you have made yourself noticed by myself. Count yourself out of the Rumble, because your going over and out. And I mean that, Rollin. You will be behind me all the way, because you have to let the big boys play. When your finally a good wrestler, maybe I'll give you a little more credit. But your nothing but a 'thumb twiddler', so I can't understand why you say your a top superstar. Have you asked Snow, Edwards, Nic and Cosmos what they think of you? You'll run in fear if you ever asked them how they thought of you, because to everybody, your a little kid in a man's club. So Rollin, how are you gonna feel when I bust you up, KID!

Now to Sean. Oh Segrada, do you stop your whining? You want to talk about how great it will feel to see us all in pain? You took the words out of my mouth, because when I see your face when your tossed out, it'll be sweet. Sean, the reason I respond to you is because, yes, your are in my league. I do give you credit, you are one hell of a wrestler. I feel the need to say that your someone, but here and now, YOUR NOTHING! You used to be something, and used is a key word for you. You couldn't back up half of the shit you say, cause your just another Boss. Boo hoo, wait until Chaos. I have been looking for a good fight, and I know you can give me one. But one little mistake that a man makes, and I'll toss you out in a split of a second. You see, you and TnT do not realize I pose a threat to their dreams. You can all deny me, but you cannot deny my talent and my power. You can deny my talk, but you cannot deny my strength and my will to win. It is something which bugs all of you, something which even bugs Marcel himself, that I could take this company and seize it by the throat, that I have been waiting for this chance for a very long time. Waiting for the chance to fight the whole roster, to take people like Cundiff and seize his career, and throw it out of the match like he was a piece of meat, taking Boss's reigns and tossing him like he was last week. It's something which I posses in my body, but I am not someone to not take seriously. I am a monster in my own will, a man who knows how to take pain and dish it out to all, to survive the torture that will be inflicted on me in the rumble, and to look at the faces of shock, as I bleed, and I wipe the blood off my face and smear it onto my opponents, as a marking of a beating. I may be a legend, but I am a monster. I am not your average shmoe, I am your king. I am the man who knows how to defend himself, how to hunt, strike. To everybody, I'm a cocky bastard. But everyone will think twice when they see me, I can exploit people easily. Segrada, when you take your anger, your rage, I will exploit you. There is no fear in my heart, there is no fear in me. All I feel is....nothing. I feel nothing towards anybody, no hate, no sorrow. It's strange, but to see men suffer, I feel evil, but I love the evil inside of me. Segrada, you feel hate towards all of us, but you are nothing more but 'exploited'. To all of you, I am the 'Silent Assassin'.

Big Boss, you say nothing towards anybody. I hear no voice from you, so I assume this is a sign of fear? The fear to talk against us? I pity you, and your narcissist ways. You see Boss, you can keep this up, but it will only guarantee your downfall in the business this Sunday. No trust, no friendship, all fighting to be the best. But I am the best, I am the best there has been for a long time. Big Boss, you certainly have no chance to win. To win, you must train. But I see none, but everyone knows I am training hard, thinking hard, clearing my mind of negativity, and to push that one dream to survive it all. But to waste three places with Jezze, and two other fools, I question management. This rumble is not a joke, whoever wins would have survived every member of TnT, and would have eliminated the top superstars in one match. How would it feel to know that you went through hell and back for the World title? It feel fantastic, but you see, only one man can feel that way. The other will feel second best, second place, and I swear I will do everything in my power to be number one. Every stupid pig in America who has no life can believe us superstars are fighting for nothing, but I am fighting for one man, and that man is myself. I am not fighting for TnT, I do this for me and me only. No matter how hard you try, you cannot win everything. But I guarantee it will take hell for me to be eliminated, but I have waited too long for this match to be fucked around. I am not fucking around, and for people who are, go home and don't bother. The people who do try will be rewarded, but I'm not ready for bullshit. It's now or never, the time to fight has almost come, and this Royal Rumble will be the legends battling it out. Fly told me this bullshit "You want to be like me? Start by winning the rumble." You see, I know his game. I am already bigger and better than him, and I am destined to win, I am focused to win, and nowone shall stop me. Rollin, Swinger, Boss, they are all road-blocks, and I shall eliminate them from my path to victory. I will not let myself be out-tricked by others, and I will fight until I am exhausted, until my body gives up, but my training will pay off.

There are no friends in the match, you cant even trust family. I will eliminate anyone and anything which stands in my path. If Boss wants to fight me, so be it, if Segrada gets in my way, I will eliminate him. It is as simple at that Cole, it's very simple. Weights, heights, none of it matter. Survival is the key to victory, and that is what I shall do, survive everything. Sean can say he is feared, but to me, he is just another man. Everyone is just another man for me to defeat, just a target for me to strike. Nowone has names, nowone has a past in the match, the match is their past and future. I couldn't care whether I defeat Segrada and eliminate him, or whether it's Jezze James, that little twelve year old punk. Now tell me, is Marcel desperate to bring in  children for wrestling? How pathetic, it's like having a puppy in a dog's home. It's for dogs, not puppy's. Take your ass elsewhere before we show you how fighting and wrestling is done. But back to business, every man is gunning for each other, and I will eliminate anyone from Jeff to Jezze, to Walker to Boss. I don't care who or how they got there, every man who is in that ring is my enemy, and I will show no mercy on them. Be feared, because the hunter will hunt once again. Steve Lawrence? JVD? Eric Ham? I have no friends, I have enemies. All bets are off considering this match, and I fight without help. There are no guarantee's, but to win something in life, you have to want it badly enough to get it. I need no fans to win, I need no fans to support me, I AM MY OWN MAN! I fight my own fight, and I live my own life. Gimmicks are nothing more but shield's to protect themselves for the world, like Dante. To me, nothing matters in this match. But back to my tag match, Cundiff and Gavin, you can brace yourselves for what will happen. Blood on your face, the horror in your faces as I slam a hammer into the back of Cundiff, and watching as he goes limp. Just in case, I booked you guys beds in the Pennsylvania hospital, just so it doesn't come as a big shock. I need no help, I fight by myself, as I am telling you. As I grab you and slam a chair into your head, destroying your brain and mashing it, and slamming it constantly. Watching as I make Gavin choke using the ring ropes, and slamming  my boot into his face. I don't mind breaking bones and ending careers, just to make another W for myself.

To every guy in that rumble, be prepared for a fight you will never forget. World title, Eurasion, I will make sure I walk out with my head held high, and I make an impact in the rumble, and I will make it my last damn breath until I give up. Sean, you tell everyone your the target, that your feared by everyone, well that's where your wrong. I am your worst enemy in this match, the one you hate the most. I don't care whether I have to end your career or make your face look like a lawnmower ran over it, I will do anything for the World title. Breaking bones, ending careers, destroying dreams. It's a tough life, but somebody has to do it. But you pigs sitting in front row and every pig who hates me, your looking at the man who will walk out a survivor of hell. This match, I will show TnT why I am a legend, and I will finally show that bald fool and his bum boy Fly why I am their worst fucking enemy in the wrestling business, and I am to be taken seriously. Fly, one win, and I was spitting up blood, but I still competed. You kicked my ass, but at least I showed. That's why I don't back down from a fight, and I will continue to fight, wrestle, and kick ass. Bryan Banger, we may be friends, but there will be no friends come Sunday. We may have become buddies, but there wont be no love lost on Sunday. Every man in the rumble will make sure to eliminate me, eliminate the hunter, but as the old saying goes, the hunter always becomes the hunted. You see, I will always look for that rematch, one more time, for the people, and for us. But for now, my focus is on Cundiff and the Rumble.

Now Jeremy and Gavin, none of you have faced a focused Mills. I am technique, my wrestling is top notch, and I will break bones and crack some necks, just to make my enemies go down. Cundiff, you don't know the meaning of wrestling, do you? To you, it's prancing in a ring with a chair. For me, it's everything. Wrestling is my life, I LIVE FOR THIS SHIT, BABY! It's amazing being me, because I always give my hundred percent when I wrestle, fight, talk trash, acting, anything.  I love my job and my status. And Sunday, I'm going to up it all, with winning TnT's best title and placing it over my shoulder, as the rightful champion. First, I will up Cundiff and Gavin by myself, without help, and then I will win the rumble, and watch as Cundiff watches gawp-eyed as I take this World title for myself, but first I'm going to have to go through 16 other guys, but it doesn't matter to me. I'll take them all, beat them all, and eliminate them all. Segrada, as you yourself say, YOU WILL BE SILENCED! And Boss, you will seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee yourself eliminated from the Rumble, NAAAAAAHAHHHHH!

Mills laughs and drops the microphone, leaving to many loud boo's and chanting, as the show resumes to normal, and the scene on television fades to black.