The World Title Hunt
Part I
Standing in a dark tunnel, and no light exists. You crawl around looking for an exit, but you cannot find one, doomed to suffer and die in the darkness, nothing but your own thoughts and mind, as you slowly edge closer to death.
Your entire body organs slowly begin to fail, your life slowly flashes before you as you remember the memories that you once had before you fell into the dark tunnel. You scream for mercy, but the only response you get is the echo of silence, over and over again as you realise that your death is inevitable. Why search for light that isn't there, you ask yourself.
This is when you reach the end of the road.
When your mind slowly fails, your thoughts begin falling into a bottomless vortex. You cringe for survival, and yet you also beg for death as the pain begins to get unbearable. Darkness surrounds you in your final moments, as death slowly begins breathing on you, knowing that in moments, you will be nothing more but a shell of what you used to be.
Taking you in his arms, you then begin to die, your lungs begin to stop functioning, your heart slowly stops it's pumping, your eyes flicker as you can no longer move, your bodily functions then succumb to Death, and you lie there still.
You are nothing. You are dead. Stone cold. Like the ground itself, you no longer exist. Your memory remains, but you no longer live. People remember you, but yet the person no longer exists. Eventually, this will happen to every person on this planet. Death is when there is no light in the tunnel, your only friend is inside your mind.
You cannot escape this. Dying peacefully? Would being in the tunnel be 'peaceful'? When you are surrounded by darkness with no way out, even the strongest of minds cannot help being afraid and being scared of slowly becoming nothing.
Your mind is your worst enemy, sometimes people say. It thinks things that you do not like, it makes you worry, it gives you the worst scenarios in every situation. In wrestling, you have to use your mind, even when it is in doubt, like taking a situation in the ring. That's why the best wrestlers are the one who use their brains inside the ring, who don't get distracted and who keep their mind on their opponent.
They use any tactics they can and that's how they win. Nic Totopolous, Reverend Snow, even 'The Golden Boy' Michael Edwards did this inside the ring. It didn't matter whether they cheated or fairly beat somebody, victory was the one thing on their mind. I consider myself one of those men, using their wrestling ability to take down a powerful person, such as Minds Eye, who is scary only because of his sickness. Take him for a wrestling lesson, and he'll lose that era of fear.
This week is my biggest opportunity for revenge against the scum of TnT Wrestling, as I step into the ring for the fourth time against Reed Harrington, a personal record for facing the same person, and that brainless buffoon, Rollin Thunder, who's rants are more entertaining than his matches. The man never ceases to amaze me, but I am not concentrating on him. Even though he is the World champion, this match, he is the underdog. Nicky Mills rules that ring, and it's everyone for himself.
I face two guys who use their ego's as their brains. But what it comes down to is stamina and skill. How long can you last in the ring taking powerful moves, submissions and all sorts? What moves can you use to take down your opponent? Using the same moves over and over again gets a little irritating after a while, and then your opponent strikes and knocks you off guard.
This World championship match is not about who's strongest, it's about who's smartest and how quickly you can react when an opportunity comes into play. That, my peons, is the way to win a wrestling match, even your title matches. Some men are more smarter than others. You have your fluke artists such as Rollin Thunder, and then you have your smart users like Reed Harrington.
The man personally is a fucking moron, but his ability is unquestionable. He has managed to get that 1..2..3 not once, but twice. However, the third time we met up, it took everything I had and more to take him down, but I eventually did. It was a controversial draw, but so what? This match is the perfect opportunity to show the entire nation why Nicky Mills will remain the best in the business, and why this Sunday the match is mine for the taking, and finally, 'The Outlaw' will be your new champion.
And that's not a promise, that's a guarantee.
TnT Sunday Mayhem
Sunday September 19th, 2004
The footage was filmed during the Mayhem show, but due to technical difficulties during the show, it could not be aired until now.
The show opens at the Olympic Arena in Sydney, Australia, where TnT Mayhem is being aired from as part of an international tour. It is just moments after the Sean Boyle versus Mike Wilson, and the camera scans over the arena at the Australian fans, who are fans of different people. from signs saying '8th Wonder + The High Rollers= Retards' and another sign with a picture of Harrington, and on top in silver, the words 'Champion Reed'.
The camera then stares at the two Mayhem commentators, who looking into the camera, Tim begins to speak.
TD: This night has been fantastic! It can’t get any better, as our main event will be Anubis and World title contender Reed Harrington will face the tag team champions known as the High Rollers, Rollin Thunder and Jimmy Vetalo.
KK: Can you FEEL the excitement?!
TD: Why do you have to emphasise on the word ‘feel’?
KK: I don’t know, it was just an expression.
TD: Also, we have Cortez Prodigy going one on one with ‘The Outlaw’ Nicky Mills. And personally, I hope someone beats some sense into the man with the new voice.
KK: You’re just jealous because of his brilliant talent!
‘Eviction Article’ by Boy Sets Fire plays over the sound system as the audience have a mixed reaction, some people cheering and yet some people booing.
KK: Speak of the best, here comes Nicky Mills!
TD: In all his glory, right Tim?
KK: Well, he is a glorious man, Timmy.
TD: Dont ever call me that, Kraig!
A video of Mills’ Hollywood and Wrestling achievements play on the large video screen as smoke begins to form on the stage and a figure walks down the aisle, wearing a shiny cream white tuxedo as ringside fans attempt to touch his suit, but Mills looks disgusted at this. He walks up the steps and pointing to Cole Matthews, shouts at him to get in the ring.
TD: Look at him, he thinks he’s the best.
KK: Hey! News flash! He’s the Hollywood Icon, and the Wrestling Legend!
TD: Yeah whatever.
Nicky Mills snatches the microphone off Mathews, bellowing at him to get out of the ring and Cole doesn’t have a choice, slinking away back to ringside where Kraig seems to be enjoying this, as Nicky looking through his black shades, begins to speak, but not in his own voice.
Silence, you pieces of scum! I wish only for a moment of your measly time.
Voices of disapproval begin to quickly escalate around the arena as Mills clears his throat and then cuts off the audience off, as he goes back to his normal voice.
Now, tonight I have a steel cage match against another reject of the black community, Cortez Prodigy. Now he seems to think that he is the person that people look up to, but I couldn’t disagree more. I mean, who would want to grow up as a disgraceful typical rapper who’s only here because Marcel thought that using UwA guys would boost the ratings. I’m not going to waste my time speaking about that worthless reject, because I have other things on my mind, such as the opportunity to be the World champion.
The audience are actually split on who they want to win, as chants of ‘Thunder!’ and ‘Reed!’ begin rising from the crowd. Nicky shakes his head and has a large grin on his face, then continuing to speak.
Listen to you morons! I’m the perfect candidate for your World champion! I mean, look at me here, people. I’m rich as only I can be, I’m the best technical wrestler in this company, I’m the man who brings in the dollar signs at the end of the day. Rollin Thunder is just a typical American with his talk of being better than everyone and thinking that he brings in the audiences. Reed….words cannot explain the idiocy of Harrington, who’s a few brain cells short. I’m walking around in these beautiful tuxedos, being a top Hollywood star, being a famous professional wrestler. I travel in my very own private plane, I’m loaded with cash and what do they have?
What does every wrestler have that I don’t? Thunder wins a championship twice by beating a washed up Segrada and Krisis? Reed, I’ve never even heard of until recently when he suddenly shows up and beats me out of the blue. Then he managed to pin me at the Eurasian championship match. Now the guy does have some talent, as he seems to do better than most of the idiots that surround me, such as X Kalibur and Cortez Prodigy. And I know you all agree that D-Block are what the name reads, a bunch of grade D wooden blocks! Think about it, they dont DO much, do they?
Chants of ‘ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!’ begin rising in their volume across the Olympic Arena. Nicky laughs as he hears this and taking a bottle of water from ringside, slugs it down to wet his throat. He then throws the bottle of water aside as he continues.
And then it came to a draw when I, Nicky Mills, finally shut that Texan fool up and pinned him to the mat, and what happens? A referee pins MY shoulders down? That shit is unbelievable! But no matter what, this Sunday night, I’m walking out the World champion, and that is….
Nicky Mills is interrupted by the theme song ‘Evolution’, which plays over the sound system as the audience rise to their feet and greet the World champion with loud cheers as Thunder struts down the aisle holding the championship belt, and wearing his wrestling attire as he stares at Mills, who is smiling as he watches Rollin slide into the ring and hold the title up for all to see.
KK: This is going to get really interesting!
TD: Thunder has a few things to get off his chest, I suppose.
Rollin takes a microphone off Matthews, as Thunder slings the title over his shoulder and begins to speak, staring at Mills in the process.
Mills, do you ever learn? I mean, you stand there believing that this Sunday, your going to walk out with this championship right here. Do you remember how I set you on fire the last time we met? And don’t think I haven’t forgotten what you did to my wife, you sick fuck. I’m going to knock some reality back into your fantasy mind!
No, you have it figured out all wrong, Thunder. You put me through a table which was set on fire, yeah. But I was beating your sorry hide when that stupid bitch, known as your wife, Erica came along and decided to help you out. It’s 1-1 between us Rollin, so don’t go thinking this match is yours for the taking.
History will repeat itself. I’ve defended this belt like a true champion, and I will walk out a true champion, whether you like it or not.
Don’t make me laugh! You’re so fucking pathetic it’s unbelievable. Rollin, as far as I’m concerned, this match is mine for the taking. So cuddle that belt for another week before the belt comes to a real champion such as myself.
I think you need to get your facts straight. You haven’t done much recently, and then you draw with Harrington, and you become a number one contender? I’ll go through you Mills, and I’ll go through Reed, no matter what, to still remain….
Things become more interesting as 'Back In Black' by ACDC begins to play over the sound system as the fans are even louder and Harrington quickly walks down the aisle with a microphone in hand, shouting on the way down.
Thunder! Mills! Dont think you two are walking out winners, because it isn’t going to happen.
Says who? You?
Harrington uses the steel steps to get into the ring as he stares at Mills, then looks at Thunder, and then begins to speak as all three men are trading glances at each other.
TD: All three men who will be at the PPV are inside this ring! What could happen next?
KK: A homosexual orgy?
Tim turns to stare at his partner, who seems embarrassed by his comment.
TD: Say that again?
KK: Umm....nothing. It's nothing.
TD: Really: I thought I heard the word 'homosexual'.
KK: Maybe it's the fact that your still a virgin.
TD: Dude! I told you not to tell anybody! Now everyone who's watching this knows!
The action turns back into the ring as Nicky takes off his black sunglasses and stares at Reed, who stares back and begins taunting him. Security guards begin walking down the aisle, including James Ramage, drinking a bottle of beer as Nick Pellet is too busy trying to make the crowd do a Mexican Wave. Kent Strong stands on the stage, looking rather concerned, and with a microphone in hand. Nicky takes the initiative to taunt Kent.
Oh wow, isnt this something? It's Jonny Fly's personal bitch! How's life being a lapdog for a dead guy?
Strong looks pissed off at that comment, but manages to remain cool, the situation being that Harrington and Mills had a spat at a press conference recently as Nicky spat in Reed's face and a fight ensured which was eventually broken up. Reed looks around the ring to see the security guards holding their clubs in anticipation of a brawl beginning.
You know Mills, when you spat in my face at that conference, there was nothing I wanted to do more than kick your ass! But now, I'm going to wait until September Slugfest, where I'll beat you AND Thunder for that title belt. And guess what? There's nothing you can do about it!
Can the ego, Reed. The whole "I'm the man" thing went out years ago.
Then, why the hell do you continue to do it? Walking around talking trash just because you hold a belt that you've beaten who, that retard Krisis for? You aint shit, Thunder, and I'm going to prove it tonight when I take those tag belts from you and Vetalo.
Why wait till later on, Reed?
And if realising that a brawl is about to ensure, security guards begin getting into the ring and making sure nothing happens. Reed is pushed to a turnbuckle by security guards as Thunder is crowded by three guards. As guards go to confront Mills, who is laughing at what is currently happening, one of them touches his suit, and Mills goes beserk, as he shouts to the guards:
Hey! Don't touch my suit, asshole! This cost me more than you could ever afford!
The security guards look to Strong for help who stands there with a smile on his face, surprisingly. Harrington realises that he cant do anything with the guards around him, and instead takes his microphone and bellows into the microphone at both Mills and Harrington.
I'll wait till Slugfest for my opportunity to take you both apart. All I can say is, don't get your hopes up on winning. Because everybody knows this match is Reed Harrington's.
Nicky smirks and Thunder flips Harrington the finger, as the scene slowly fades to commercial.