Power of Existence...

So what's the next story Cundiff? What else can you say to try and make me scared? You guessed it, nothing. You won the Eurasian belt, whoop de fucking do. You are a paper champion, no doubt about it. I actually WON that belt, all you did was climb and reach it. I went through more hell than we fought Slugfest. But your right, this isn't over. It's far from over...

The scene opens in a busy airport, where we see the daily goings of all airports, the announcements booming over the speakers, the crowd of flight goers drowning any sense of the announcement. We go into the VIP room, where we see many snub nosed families, enjoying their comfort to the max, and in another area, is 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills, along with his manager Kevin Cosmos. The two are enjoying their champagne and relaxing completely, when one member of the snub nosed family, a small man aged about forty to fifty years old, wearing the posh suit and the moustache, along with that cheesy grin all old men have. He steps into our suite, as Cosmos looks in disgust, and Mills doesn't even look up, just continues to enjoy the entertainment.

You make me sick...

At that sentence, 'The Outlaw' raises his head, and looks at the man in a mixture of a smirk and a smile. That bastard has smiled again! What the fuck is his problem? His two children see that their favorite TnT wrestler is near them, and they run to get an autograph. However, the father stops them from going into the room, and casts a stare at both men.

Look pal, either get the fuck out of my room, or I'll personally escort you out. Capeesh?

Your nothing more than a bully. Your the reason America is dying, the reason why television is just boring, because your the cancer.

What the hell? Is this guy looking to die?

Go ahead, sit there and enjoy your life. Because sooner or later, someone will set you straight.

Cosmos stands up in an act of rage, but Mills grabs his leg, and orders him not to strike. Kevin slowly slinks back down, as the man continues to speak his holy-filled mind.

For years, I thought you were the hero. I used to watch my wrestling, and I happened to like you. You were the rookie everybody loved, but then you changed. You became so paralyzed with hate, you lost all sense of nature. Now your nothing but a hateful person, and if I had as much strength as you do, I would knock you on the ground and put you into humiliation.

Alright, so what is this guy trying to say? That I'm the cancer in life? Oh please, I hear more hateful things off a fan than this bozo. I'm royalty for god's sakes! I'm the man who is holding Hollywood up and keeping it alive, and I'm the best wrestling in TnT currently. I don't need a gimmicked belt, which Cundiff has turned it into, I'm already the best around, and I'm not ready for this prick to annoy me any more.

Nice to know people like you truly exist.

What?

Yeah, that's hit him hard. He's pondering my question now, trying to live with the fact he may be in for a tough time. Who is this guy trying to be? The hero? The man who saves the day from evil? Too bad life isn't that way.

You say I may be the cancer to good itself. Well look in the mirror. Your an American! Now I mean it this way, America has polluted good for years, spreading the democracy bullshit, killing Marilyn Monroe because the Kennedy's were scared. Suicide? Bullshit. You, my friend, are common scum, but you exist, and it just saddens me to think you used to like the old me. Well I'm not the rookie anymore! I'm the fucking legend! And you remember that.

The man's face is a look of insulted, as the father looks at his pride, looks at himself, and then connects with a right hook onto Mills. The two children start to cry as the father smiles, as Mills fakes a groan, and then lifts his head, to see a smile, a sick perverted smile, one which was seen on his face after he assaulted Cundiff, one which was there when Mills ran over the UwA legend Minds Eye. He shakes his head, and then connects with one of his own, as the man falls flat on the floor. Mills looks at the wife, who is crying and telling their children everything will be alright. Cosmos holds him back, but Nicky pushes him aside in anger and lifts the man to his feet, and throws him out of the door, his head banging into a metal trolley filled with goods for the guests, as Mills takes a picture of himself, and signing it, shoves it into the pocket of the unconscious man.

Be careful what you wish for. For it may hurt you. Take this piece of shit out of here, and enjoy the photo.

A few gatherers help the man to his feet, and a few are staring at the carnage Mills has caused, as Kevin Cosmos looks in utter shock at what has just taken place. After the crowd slowly goes away, the two are left to rest, with the aftermath. Cosmos has not said a word, but now speaks up.

What the fuck did you do that for?

Fuck Him. He has no room for this place in our world.

But you cant go around hitting common people. It makes you look like an asshole!

Cosmos, we are assholes. We are the guys everybody hates, but hated with a passion. We speak the truth, and people hate us for it.

But that guy had two children with him. Man, you cant do that. Remember your a Hollywood actor and a huge credible wrestler now? Jesus, you have completely changed from that rookie you used to be.

You have a point. But hell, I've grown a brain, and stopped listening to the bullshit America tries to feed everybody. Shwartzneggar, for example, is bullied by a bunch of chicks living off blowjobs saying he groped them. Fuck that! He's foreign, so Americans bully him.  The man happens to be a great guy, and one of the best I've worked with. You don't like him? Then cry a river! Nobody gives a fuck.

But this Mayhem, I have my own little troubles. Well, you can call them troubles because they are giant pains in the asses. Cundiff, let me stick it to you straight. That title will never be yours! It's mine, and mine only. I made that belt as great as it is today, and not you, you will not destroy the greatness I have created. Go ahead, talk more trash. You'll never be as great as me, so stop trying. Your as pathetic as the rest of the TnT roster, excluding a few. I mean, Jeremy, don't get your hopes up on keeping that belt.  It's coming back to me, no matter how much you hate it. But this week, I guess your on your own. You see, I'm going to enjoy that moment tearing you a new arsehole, making you scream like a pig, and watching you beg for mercy. This time, you have no escape. Who's to help you? Rollin is a pussy, he's bailed out on you, and you don't really stand a chance. Oh come on, the two best wrestlers in the business going freestyle on your ass is not a good thing. Your outnumbered and outwrestled, so take your free time before we take it away. But maybe you have a mystery opponent. 

Fly, Marcel, whoever it may be, BRING THEM ON! Cundiff, your all alone in the world, you have now one to comfort your pain. Gavin's almost dead because of 'The Outlaw' himself, and what have you got to say? You'll fight me head on? Well go ahead. Come and find me, but you wont. Your too weak and scared to even attempt to try and fight my ass. You've become a weakling, somebody who cant fight or wrestle. Excuse me, but please stop calling me wannabe movie star! I AM a fucking Hollywood Icon, look at me, I've been rocking it like never before, and your just trying to not pay attention, your trying to deny the fact I'm better than you. Those scars I gave you will be NOTHING to compare of what I can and will do to you when we fight, because as everybody watching as my witness, you'll end up like your little friend eventually, dead and buried.  I can get away with anything, and why? Because I'm Nicky damnit Mills, and it's my job to be this way, and be cocky  and kick ass. You can call me cocky, but I have a reason, because I'm one of the best, and better than almost all of TnT's roster put together. Jeremy, keep that title warm, because it's coming back to 'The Outlaw' soon, and when that happens, your hopes and dreams will be crushed.

Rollin Thunder, I'm glad your not showing. Because frankly, you and your best buddy don't stand a damn chance again us. Oh say whatever you want to say, "I'm Rollin Thunder and I'm Unbreakable" blah blah bullshit, it's all a fairy tale. You see, you are the heroes, the ones everybody wants to see win. Too bad that cant and never will happen, because life isn't like that. Evil always prevails, and too bad, because me and Sean happen to be the most evilest bastards to walk on this earth, and I'm afraid the Unbreakable's are going to shatter into pieces come Mayhem.

So what do you have to say?

For your demise...

Is Coming...

Mills stops, and then looks as Sean Segrada and GraveDigger are standing in the suite, with giant grins on their faces. Segrada is wearing normal street clothes, while GraveDigger is wearing a business like suit.

I aint got all day. Let's go.

'The Outlaw' and 'The Human Hate Machine' stare eye to eye, as the four men walk out of the suite and towards the plane heading to Chicago, as the scene fades to black.