The Final Words

Opening to a television broadcast on CNN News, a news reporter with short blonde hair shifting some papers and looking straight at the camera, begins to speak in a rather low tone.

CNN News Reporter: News is coming in that Nicholas Mills, a former wrestler in TnT Wrestling known as 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills, has escaped the country after a battle with police officers at the John F Kennedy airport. It's been heard that after an arrest warrant was issued for the controversial wrestler after police gathered evidence that he was responsible for the Skydome bus bomb that killed twelve people, and also was responsible for the Cleveland Arena shootings which killed security guards. Police are now issuing caution that he may return to the United States and has issued a $30 million dollar reward for anyone that can give information regarding his whereabouts. This is not a stage, police are saying after questions rose about whether this was just another 'movie shoot'. We will bring you more information as we get it.

Fading out of the television report, a shot of a plane in flames is seen, and then a voice cuts over the sound of the burning flames.

We have just received a report that the private plane of Nicholas Mills, the man who was revealed as the man responsible for the Skydome Bus Bomb, was shot down as it was leaving the runway. Police are silent to rumours as to whether they have found the body of the former wrestler in the plane, but it is thought that nobody could have survived such a devastating crash. It was thought to have been shot down by a rocket launcher which hit the base of the plane and which caused it to crash, and was not shot down by the authorities, as originally thought. We cannot give any more information as the John F Kennedy airport is still being searched for a body and all flights have been grounded to and from the airport.

That news report than suddenly fades to complete darkness.

Shut the fuck up! Your lucky your even alive, bitch!

The scene fades into a large warehouse, like the one from Reservoir Dogs, but smaller and only a large light from the ceiling lights the entire warehouse. Two men wearing tuxedos are beating down a man who looks to have already been beaten down enough.

Bodyguard #1: Come on! Aren't you the great Nicky Mills that you claim to be?

'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills: F....uck you, you....pieces of shit.

A devastating kick to the abdomen causes the limp figure to let out a blood curdling scream. The two men laugh and grin as they see this, but a large bang interrupts them and then quickly turn around to see a man wearing face paint, one which resembles a sad face, but this isnt seen as the man is grinning and makes a signal for the two men to back off from Nicky Mills, who is definatly worse for wear. His face is covered in his own blood, and his body is rather limp. This is possibly from the plane crash, and not the men beating on him. The man with face paint is carrying a knife which he seems to be admiring.

Face painted Man: Do you remember me, Nicky? I believe you do.

What?

Nicky looks up from the floor and his eyes suddenly stand out as they widen open.

Oh fuck....Stryker....your alive....

The man lets out a blood curdling laugh and then kneeling down with the knife in his hand, begins wiping the sharp blade with his finger.

Hm. I do remember the last time we were here, you attempted to kill me.

You sick fuck...You still raping kids?

The man plunges the blade into Nicky's leg, and Mills lets out an even larger scream as the blood begins flowing from the wound, and tears of pain begin forming in his eyes. The man, known as Stryker, pulls out the blade and licks the blood which now covers the knife, which drips onto his tongue.

Stryker: Oh. Your still the same. But you do forget, Mr Mills, that I have been watching you ever since you tried to kill me. When you came to my apartment and shot me in the chest. You ALMOST did it, Nicky, but you didnt manage to finish me. And now, look at you. You thought you could just run away when you got in trouble. I believe you found yourself a split personality, did you not?

Nicky doesn't say a word, but whimpers in pain.

Yes, you cannot speak. The pain is unbearable, is it not? Just like what you did to me that night two years ago, on a cold February morning. But now I have the advantage. This has been one giant game, has it not? Those nightmares you have, those pains you have when you think about THOSE terrorist attacks. But your wrong. Yes. Do you know why?

Because I was responsible. You didn't do a thing. Your voice convinced you that you did those things. He put images into your head that showed you killing them. That side Nicky, is a side you have had for such a time. And your comrade Jonny Fly. Oh yes, you did receive those letters, but we intercepted them. What is absolutely remarkable is that you know what they said. Your too much of a loser to attempt those attacks, Nicholas. We did everything to put the blame on you. Getting my revenge.

So think, Nicholas. You remember doing those things, and yet, you didn't do them? Those Cleveland attacks? It was our sniper that fucked up, not you. Jonny came to help us thinking it was yourself that day. The bomb too. A dark haired man seen at the scene? That does resemble me a bit, does it not? That voice has manipulated you into thinking your a well known terrorist. Trust me, when I say that you could not do such things.

Su.....su....such as rape kids?

Dont be so foolish. Indeed, I have committed those things in the past. They do not matter just now. Those fools believe I am dead, when I have been waiting for you to mess up. Nicky, what makes this so beautiful, is that I am related to you.

Nicky, still writhing in pain, stops and looks up at Stryker now, not believing what he is hearing.

I am your brother. It seems unbelievable when you think of it. When we were children, remember how you always wanted to be a wrestler? It was something so pathetic. I was jealous of you in an instance when you became big. You got thrown in jail because you killed the man who killed our very brother, Mark. But that wrestler who killed him, was acting on my orders. He was a fool, Nicholas, like yourself. Why, would I commit these acts?

Because I was jealous of you. You had everything I didnt. I had nothing. I was brought in from the streets. You had everything handed to you on a silver platter, and yet, thanking God was not on that agenda. You are a little worm that was brought up to have everything, and you disowned them. Turning your back on your family because they didnt support you. So when you came out of prison, a free man, deciding to become a professional wrestler, and then you found out I was alive. So what did you do?

Kill me. Attempt to, anyway, because you found out I was a wanted child rapist. I do those things in my privacy, and so you took it upon yourself to kill your own brother? I SAVED YOU FROM INSANITY! Turning your back on me, because I did not care for you. While I lay there dying, and had to make sure I stayed alive, you became a popular icon. And now look. I have taken that away. Stryker has taken everything from you. Money means nothing, but you cant even do what you love anymore. Stryker, my friend, has taken your life. How ironic, that attempting to take my life would bite back at you.

Stryker takes the blade and drops it, then puts his hand out to one of the men, who seems to resist.

Give me the fucking gun! I want my revenge!

Instead, the man turns the gun on him, and points it to his head.

No. Your not going to kill him.

Laughing, he holds the knife instead and stands over Nicky, ignoring the fact that one of his bodyguards has a gun to his head.

Oh, but I am. Nicholas, say goodbye to your loving brother, Thomas James Mills...

Stryker does not see Nicky clutching the blade and thrusting it into his leg, Stryker shouts in pain as the man then aims the gun at the killer and fires a bullet, but Stryker has dodged it and pulling out the knife which is etched into his leg, plunges it into the man who attempted to kill him. The other man looks on in shock as Stryker takes his gun and pointing it at the other man, sneers.

You next.

The bullet which is fired immediately kills the other man, who is now slumped on the floor, while the man who attempted to kill Stryker is writhing in pain. Nicky, on the other hand, has that man's gun and is pointing it at Stryker. Even though he is in considerable pain, he manages to fire the entire round at the shocked Stryker, whose body slumps on the floor, as Nicky limps, holding his leg, begins limping towards the exit, but falls. Police sirens are echoing across the cold skies of New York as they arrive on the scene, and Nicky's body is not moving, his breathing now non existent.