Can you remember...?

Can you remember?

Remember the first time I ever looked at TnT. I had that meeting with Marcel, and he shook my hand and told me I would be a giant success in the company, and he signed my contract, and then that was it.

Two PPV's, and I won the Eurasian championship. One of the greatest honors to be. I almost won the world title, but it wasn't to be. I don't cry over spilt milk, nor will I ever. But this week on Mayhem, I beat Rollin Thunder, just like I said I would. But now Rollin is in line for a title shot because he stole the opportunity to bitch and whine on stage.

So how does it feel to be pissed off?

This week, I will take my anger out on Sean Segrada, the man who has constantly had a bad word for "The Outlaw. Sean is a coward, he thinks accepting Rollin's challenge will get him somewhere, but frankly he's wrong. It's always his word against mine, and trust me, mine is always right. He is a fearsome competitor, and someone who will give me a challenge. It's the Eurasian champion versus the World champion. It's the two best athletes in the business, but there's only one that can prevail. Come on, it's always me. Is there anyone better? And better yet, there are no rules. Which means I can happily beat the living snot out of Sean and not have some jackass spoil my fun.

The scene opens in a luxury room, the bright lights shining down, the wheels of the tray full of champagne and food, and the nice attitude of the staff as they do their jobs, and tend to two men sitting on leather chairs, with a champagne glass in their hand, and the big television screen blaring the events of Mayhem. Cosmos is wearing black jeans with a 'Cosmos' tee shirt, and a giant grin as the screen plays the end of the Rollin/Mills matchup. Then we focus on Mills, who is wearing a very black posh suit, as he also wears the shiny pink glasses. He lies back on the chair, and takes a long gulp out of his champagne, as then he watches a trailer for 'Wrestling Dream', his latest movie. He smiles and turns to Cosmos, who seems to have almost fallen asleep watching the rest of Mayhem.

Look, if it's that boring, I'll turn it off.

Don't, I'm just tired.

Cosmos, remember the first time we ever fought?

Yeah, it was one to remember, huh?

I'm just thinking how I was this rookie who everybody loved, and I'm now an asshole who speaks the truth, and the fans want to murder.

Well, you DID assault my wife, man.

Sorry, that was unintentional.

Hell it was, you beat the living daylights out of her.

Yeah, but Drivlaine wouldn't listen to me, he tried screwing me time and time again.

Hey, you do know your in the main event this week, against the powerful and almighty Sean Segrada?

Of coarse, no need to be sarcastic.

And Rollin is STILL up to his old tricks, seizing the moment and crying for a title match. Man, I really do feel like kicking his ass and just make him go away, because if I listen to him again, I think I'll pass out from boredom.

Now that's no way to talk about a loser. The guy is just pathetic, he can learn to be as great and as successful as me.

Oh Rollin, you'll never understand. How can you? You have a mind full of jealously, hatred, and bitterness.  I beat you, and I ended your rant about how your better than me. Now just because Cosmos tripped you up, you had the match lost anyway.  You could never be me, your just too dull and dumb to understand. I don't expect much from you, your an American, for fucks sakes. Your another 9/11 sympathizer, someone who kisses Bush's ass and cries every time he see's a special of how it happened. Your an eyesore, you have no proper image, and you say the same things like you do. What's your next story, your stronger? You make me sick, pussy. Don't even waste my time, because to be honest, I'm tired of responding to another rant of yours.

Then there is Jonny Fly. To be honest, I'm tired of him with another special rant of his. Oh wow, one win over me in UwA, and he's jumping with joy thinking he's the man. You know, I'm a richer better and more successful guy than you ever will be. What did you ever do to get fame? Star in cheesy low budget movies, and claim to be a legend? I'm sorry, but your a nothing. Your too over hyped, and because your part of TnT's staff, you kiss everybody's ass and call yourself 'the man'. Fuck you, and shove your position up your ass. You want to fight a real man? I'm the real deal, and I'll make you beg for forgiveness. I'm a new man Fly, not a rookie like you faced, and not a loser like Rollin. You talk and talk, but you cant back any of it up in the ring. Your another idiot who has a real cool name, and the fans love you and cherish you, but we all know the proper you. Your a stupid talent less bitch who is now nothing more than a 'bragger.' I'm not afraid of your position, and I will never be afraid of you. Keep facing people lower than you, and face someone like me, and I'll beat you, and I wont stop with mercy. World champion? Huh, that's something. Give the man a medal because he won it, and then you gave up. That's right, you were too weak and scared to fight any more competition, so you got your buddy to get you the Vice President position, and all of a sudden, your bragging like your the king of the world.  Look at the new generation, bitch. I am, and I will continue to be the best. Take me as a joke, but that's just kidding yourself. Let's not forget Fly, you lost to Kickass Co! What happened? Ego ran away? Stop living in the past, and come to the future. Things have changed, and poor old Jonny has been left out in the cold.  Too bad, you lost your chance, and now you can build yourself up again.

Apart from that idiot, there's more amazing talent around here. Cosmos here is one of the best, and surprisingly,  Sean has some. Yes, the world fearing bitch has some skill, but nobody has the skill that I have. Nic didn't have it,  Shadow never had it, and nor did Edwards. I wish they were still here, so I could show them what real talent is like. I have it, and nobody else does. Wow, that's a real shame. Knowing I'm the only man to keep his word, and the only man to wrestle better than all of the roster. But onto Sean, yes the 'oh look at me, I hate the world because nobody pays attention to me.' You know Shaun, you say all these things and you try to make everybody understand you. Every word you say is bullshit, plain bullshit. Oh come on, I don't buy the whole 'fuck the world' excuse, because frankly, your trying to get attention from everybody, and now one cares. You insult passionately and trust nobody, but your only taking a page from my book. But you see, I'm the real thing, and your just a guy trying to get what he wants. But this Sunday, this will be a match to prove yourself. I'm going to hit you with everything I have, and more. Your going to need a miracle to help you win this match, but you dont stand a chance. Face it Sean, your a man who's stranded on an island, and I'm the big bad motherfucking shark ready to kill you. Nowhere to run Sean, nowhere to hide, and you have no weapons to hit me with to keep me down. Your like a kid who doesn't have his way, and you stamp and stomp and you cry like a little girl, but the fact of the matter is your a goner.

That's right, you haven't got your way. You take it out on other people because you think your smarter than everyone else. More pissing off, you refer to me as a nobody. Oh come on, it was ME who almost eliminated you. Let's take a trip down to memory lane. If White Thunder had not been there, I would have thrown you over and beat you like a man, and guess what? You couldnt have done anything about it. But oh no, you had to get the ex-man to come out in a dark cloak and try act like a somebody. Fuck you, you arrogant prick, you never stood a chance. I eliminated many and many, and you had nothing. I walked out with the second best belt, but I know I could have taken you out. No Sean, I'm not whining, I'm stating the truth. But you see, there will be no more games, no more bullshit this Sunday, because I'm going to reveal you as the biggest fraud in town, and if White Thunder wants some too, he can have some. It's like killing two birds with one stone. I don't care if it's for the World title or what, I'm going to expose you for the pathetic lowlife loser that you are, and trust me, the Hollywood Legend will do just that. You stand a hope in hell of getting the one..two..three, but then again, prove me wrong, as they say. Prove your a credible World Heavyweight Champion, prove your a superstar and prove you have some credibility to your name. Or are you a weakling, a mouse? I'm the future of the business, and TnT would be nothing without my talent, my awesomeness, my popularity. And the funny thing is, everybody hates what I have to say, because they know I'm always right. Sean, I'm going to be the first to end your victory parade, because I'm going to take you out, and throw you out to dry, little man.

What else can you do or say? Nothing. It's very simple, your not the best, I am. You want evidence? Say, how did you enter the rumble? By beating Green Goblin and telling everyone they will be silenced? Beats me pal, but then you wanted everyone to embrace you. Nobody gives three shits about you or your title, your career is nothing but a gigantic joke. This life has so many good things, but your the trash they put in it, ever since you were even born, you've been a reject from society. From birth, to infancy, to a young boy, to a teenager, and finally to an adult. You were always classed as an idiot. How do I know? Because LOOK AT YOU! Your second grade shit. Nobody takes you seriously, your like a mental patient in a mental hospital. They treat you like everybody else, but no Sean, you want it all. The fame, the glory, all of it. I'm sorry to say, but there's only a select few people who have the charisma, the moves, the passion, the skills. That one man is me, Sean. "The Outlaw" Nicky Mills, the movie legend who built his way up to success and glory. Segrada, I'm sorry to break the news, but you'll never be a somebody. Do you see yourself everywhere? Do you see yourself on the news? No, that is me. I'm everywhere, on the newspapers, on the news, television, radio. I'm the one everyone wants to be, and scum like you Sean, well I wont go into detail. You think everything revolves around you and that everyone is scum and untrustworthy. You can easily be manipulated, because you don't have the will power in your mind to stop it. Jealousy eats you alive, it feeds you at night, it makes you feel like shit. How can someone as dim and as untalented as you be the World champion? Luck. That's right Sean, let me say it loud and clear, L U C K. It took everything, miracles, cheating, to get you that title. Unlike me Sean, people look up to me as a legend, the best damn champion in TnT and all around.

At that moment, Cosmos takes a giant swig out of his champagne and looks to the screen, as Sean's promo appears on the screen, blaring in the speakers and making people turn a few heads. "The Outlaw" starts to laugh hilariously, as he turns off the television, and then continues.

Segrada, how boring can you get? Jesus Christ, it's like watching the same thing over and over again. Do you not get it? Can I put it any more simpler? Your a walk in the park to me, your another Minds Eye who's looking to get the shit pummeled into him. Sean, your a lamb who's being lead to the slaughter. Non title it may be, but it's still important. Because after this match, people will question YOU and your reign as champion. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize nobody gives a shit whether your World champion or not. That title is the best in the business, and when you won it, the wrestling business changed for the worst. While I walked out with the Eurasian belt, I made everybody pay attention to me, and stop filling their heads with American bullshit fed by the Government pigs who continue to kill society. It's plain idiocy to believe you are a credibled champion, because that is as believable as a Rollin Thunder speech, and good god, every word that man says make me more believe he is one big annoying rant guy who spends a good five minutes talking about his passion. Oh wait, you haven't won a match in decades, excluding the fad ladder match?

Back to the almighty Segrada, you wanted a fight, and you'll be getting one. You can say all the things in the world to try prove to the world your a man's man, and a great champion. From the looks of things, your hanging onto the coat-tails of that belt, and your going a hundred miles per hour, and your about to fly off and smack down onto your ass. It's all over Sean, your reign will end as soon as it started. IT'S ALL OVER! You were never the best, and it will be proven, and I will do anything to make it happen.Your underestimating me too much, but that will slap you in the face like how 9/11 slapped America in the face.

Tell me Sean...

Is it all worth it?

It will end soon...

And Sunday will be the beginning of the end for Sean Segrada...

Mills gives a small wink to the camera, as he switches his chair to the 'relax mode' as the chair jumps back, and Cosmos slowly does the same. The camera then slowly but surely fades to black.