The scene opens out in the clear blue sea, and looking from the Athens beach of the Varkiza Coves, a large boat can be seen out in the distance. As the seagulls fly over the ocean, screeching loudly, and the calm waves bashing against the rocks of the coves, the sun beams down it's scorching rays below, as the camera is staring at the boat itself further out, where no waves exist. A figure is seen lying on a large sunbed on the deck of the large boat, a table nearby showing contents of food, such as baguettes and barbequed chicken wings. A cooler is also seen on the table

Lying next to the figure is a woman, in her mid twenty's, and with long blonde hair and a pair of bright blue eyes. She wears nothing but a pink bikini and her head is resting against the figure's chest, who adjusts his sunglasses and sitting up, takes a can of Diet Coke and sipping it, sticks it back on the table. He then realises the camera is looking at him, and sighs as he sits up and looking at the camera, begins shaking his head and then shouts to Cole Matthews, who can be seen holding his stomach on the side of the boat.

Oh come on Cole, don't be such a wuss. I take you on this trip and you've done nothing but be sick this entire journey.

I'm seasick! I cant help it!

Matthews, you really should take something for that. Take some fucking pills next time for that. I dont want your sick staining my beautiful boat.

Sorry.

And so you should be, maggot. For your sins....

Oh, can it, will you? You keep fucking whining, it's so irritating!

I'm not the pussy who is rather lying back eating wings and drinking diet coke and fucking broads than training for his big match.

I'm allowed to have a break once in a while. Since you have suddenly spoken out, you've been nothing but a whining bitch who talks like Krisis. Now shut the fuck up and LET ME ENJOY THIS! Okay?

Sure, stuff your face while the countdown begins until your World title match, and if you lose, don't blame me.

Okay, well here's the situation, shut the fuck up while I cut this promo for TnT.

Cole seems nervous as the two voices are arguing back and fourths, and Nicky then smiling his cocky smile, using his free hand makes a 'come here' gesture to Matthews and the camera.

Go ahead Matthews, say your stuff. I'm dying to hear your little hype speech.

Matthews turns to the camera and makes a thumbs up, as Mills then looks at his broad, and turning to her, speaks to her.

Excuse us Candice, will you? I'm about to have an interview.

The woman smiles and slowly walks to the far end of the boat, as Matthews sits on the sun-bed, and then begins to interview 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills, the contender for the World title this Sunday.

Nicky Mills, this Sunday will be the biggest match of your entire career, as you will be in a triple threat match for the World championship, and facing one man you have just gotten to know recently, and the other an old nemesis of yours, Rollin Thunder. The two of you have history which dates back to the days of the United Wrestling Alliance. However, you also have another opponent known as Reed Harrington.

Just coming off a brutal cage match against Cortez Prodigy, how are you feeling?

That stupid nigger fuck made me lose a ton of blood in that match, but who cares? I proved his rambling ass wrong, and that's all that really matters. I'll be in my best condition come this Sunday, as The Hollywood Icon, The Wrestling Legend, THE TECHNICAL WONDER, faces with that loser Rollin Thunder, and Reed Harrington.

Did you view the comments heard by Rollin Thunder recently regarding yourself?

Matthews, that man ceases to amaze me, he really is a interesting specimen. Doing the old 'humiliation' trick that Jonny Fly used to do, shooting them down bit by bit, to make them feel like shit. Thunder doesnt make a good job of it however, and he just shot himself in the foot with that ramble.

He's obsessed with the fact that he HAS to get the better of me, because it's his ambition to become something or someone to be remembered. He then did something that really made him even more stupid than he is, and that is bring up the UwA. I'm sorry, but he seems to forget that he was the biggest ass kisser in that company. And he thinks I was bad? At least I did SOMETHING in that company, was in the main events, and what happened to you, Thunder? You got your ass kicked by Michael Edwards, someone who couldn't beat me when it came down to it. I remember it clearly, as you ended up having the shit kicked out of you with a steel chair, and seeing you covered in blood and begging for mercy. He fucked you up, because after that, you weren't acting like a big man anymore, were you?

Now who have you beaten that I can really appreciate? Hmm, nobody? Now I'll explain the Segrada thing to you, and I want you to listen up and understand. I faced the Sean Segrada in the main event on Mayhem that lived and breathed wrestling, that was the best champion of them all. So what if I lost to him? I respect him, and at the end of the day, he was the better man, so I couldn't give a fuck.  However, you faced that fucked up version of him, when he began drinking and fucking himself up. He looked like a mess out there, AND YOU STILL ALMOST LOST! You have to understand something, and that is winning a title by beating somebody who is tough. Oh wait, you beat Krisis, the freak who just couldn't win anything. What an accomplishment!

Oh, are you hurt by my words, Thunder? Let me go on, since you caught my attention with that stupid rant of yours. Thunder, why are you in the main events? These people love you, man! They kiss the ground you walk on, and that makes me sick to my stomach, because when I watch your matches, they make me have a reason to be physically ill with boredom. And I never said you sucked, I just said you were a pathetic loser who didn't know what the fuck he was talking about. You have a High Roller that hasn't done a damn thing except whine and bitch like you have in your entire career.

So why should someone listen to you? Your the world champion, but what have you done? A champion should look good inside the ring. Something you don't do. A champion should have class, and that's something you don't have. And Rollin, I kidnapped your bitch to prove that without her, your Derek, a snivelling little fuck. Did I kidnap anybody else? No. So stop talking bullshit about being a kidnapper, because I don't need to kidnap women to prove a point, I'll prove it inside the ring this Sunday. Rollin, never question my ability as a wrestler, because I have the skills you dont, the qualities you will never have.

May I say something?

What? Your going to sacrifice Thunder and Harrington? We've heard it all before.

Rollin Thunder is a person that accepts his own words and beliefs. But if I remember correctly, when it was me who took his wife, he lost that ego. Without his broad, he is truly nothing. And then he has the guts to take the threat of abducting his son as a complete joke, which I think is a big mistake, because he thought that he had it all, and then I took it all away from him, and then when myself and Thunder faced off, it was his broad that made Thunder win. That talk about him having it won is just pathetic. But I believe my other self has already said this.

For the past few weeks, he has been an embarrassment. And now we're supposed to take him seriously? I think not.

You've said your piece now. So is that enough talk for today, Matthews? Or do you want me to say something about Reed Harrington?

Reed Harrington is a newcomer, and almost a month in, he is already in the main event as he has had a great record so far. He won the Hardcore championship and then the Eurasian championship, and vacated both championship belts, because in my opinion, he already believes he will be the World champion when himself, you and Thunder meet in the main event. How do you feel about this?

Harrington is an interesting person, so to speak. I must admit Matthews, that at first, I underestimated him. I took his challenge and he ended up beating me in one of the biggest upsets of his career. I was pretty shocked by that one, and I give him credit for it. Then it was the second time we met and thanks to Vetalo taking the pussy's way out, Harrington won by a THREAD, and I mean that. But he finally realised that third time isn't a charm, and it ended in one of the most stupidest draws ever. Harrington's shoulders were down, for fuck sakes, and the referee counts down mine? Talk about a stupid decision.

But I fancy a challenge, Matthews. Me versus Thunder, and the winner would have already been decided, and that would be me, because, well, Rollin cant beat me without somebody getting involved. Harrington is a guy who may have a stupid ego that is inflated bigger than Erica's chest, but he is unpredictable inside that wrestling ring, and I need a new challange, since Prodigy and Boyle couldn't do it. Vetalo is just boring, because I can guess what he says a mile off, such as the words 'ass' and 'Derek'. Guess the connection, Cole?

X Kalibur has gone and pussied off after losing to Thunder, because the humiliation of losing is something that hurts him deeply. Shadow got bitch slapped by Fly and took off. I wanted to finally prove that he is nothing but an idiot who is still living in the nineties, where Minds Eye and Bull Ramos were around. Sean Segrada is long gone from wrestling, so who is left?

One person that gives me that challenge, and that's when I truly am at my best, and that's Reed Harrington. I hate to say this, because the man himself is an American loving patriot, even though this country has done nothing but leech off other people. Man, that's why I love this international tour so much. I try to teach the U.S.A how to be civilised, and I get a typical response which is 'If you don't like it, get lost'. Hell, even their national anthem was an old English drinking song! Do you see why they are leeches?

Anyway, I'm going off the original subject, which is Harrington. I think he made a big mistake relinquishing the Eurasian championship. If he loses, and he probably shall, then he has nothing to fall back on. He just becomes what he was in the first place. His ego is too big, and his eyes are bigger than his stomach. In wrestling terms, that means, he has the ego, but he doesn't have that Outlaw intensity that makes a match great. He just spends more time hitting people with clotheslines power moves. But yes Cole, he is the only person who I am really going to pummel down to the mat, and I will enjoy every minute of it. Thunder is going to lose, whether he likes it or not, because TnT is getting bored of the boring matches and the same old rants each and every week. That's why I'm determined to take this company back to the top, being the new champion and all.

Harrington is a sheep in a wolfs clothing! You cant be serious about him being able to win, are you? The championship is ours for the taking. I have seen it, and I am believing it. September Slugfest will be a cause for celebration, because the reign of that fool will come to an end, and a new reign of power will begin, because we, Cole Matthews, are the World champion already.

So let me take the time to close this promo off, and say something to my opponents. Train hard, eat well, drink lots of milk, ad take your vitamins, but it will all be for nothing, because 'The Outlaw' will finally be the king of the wrestling world.

Well, that's all from TnT Wrestling. Dont forget to order the Pay Per View, ladies and gentlemen, because it's going to be history in the making!

Nicky calls his broad back over and she lies back on the sunbed as he takes a plate of chicken wings and a sandwhich and begins munching them down, then taking a can of Diet Coke from the cooler and downing it in one, as he throws it into the sea. With the sun shining brightly, the scene then slowly fades to the logo, and then to black.

The camera has faded to black, and the boat is back at the busy dock, where Nicky steps off the boat along with his broad, and she gives him a peck on the lips, and slowly walks off onto the beach. Matthews and his crew thank 'The Outlaw' for his time, and get back into the bus and drive away. Mills then ties the boat down with a rope connecting to a large wooden pillar which stops the boat from floating away. However, an old man is seen jogging out of the shop, holding an envelope in his hand. He shouts something in Greek, and Nicky turns to stare at the old man.

What?

Mister Mills! A man dropped this off for you!

Really? Did you see who he was?

I cannot tell you his name, because I do not know it, but he looked familiar. Anyway, here you go. I have to attend to business.

The old man then turns and walks back towards the boat store, as Nicky is staring at this envelope. Anger is in his face as he tears open the letter, and begins scanning through the letter, his eyes widen when he looks through the letter.

Mr. Nicky Mills,

  Signed,

Anonymous