World Title Hunt

Part II

The countdown to September Slugfest has already begun.

Three more days until the World championship match will occur.

Three more days until Nicky Mills, Reed Harrington and Rollin Thunder will be in the same ring together to determine the top prize in the company.

Only one man can walk out a victor, his head held high, the belt resting on his waist as he celebrates his well earned victory in the presence of thousands of screaming fans.

Many people are calling this the 'most anticipated main event in TnT history'. Three men, with nothing in common except for their determination to win, will wage a war against each other until one scores a pinfall or a submission. Then the bell will ring and that person will become the champion, or in the champions case, will still be the champion.

What can you say about a match that is a giant proportion? I can say one thing, and that is there is only one man fit to be the champion, and his name is Nicky Mills. There is no man good enough or skilled enough to walk out of Greece a new champion except for the man who has been a thorn in everyone's side, for a perfect reason. He's too good for everybody else.

Think about it, ladies and gentlemen, and think hard. Who has beaten Minds Eye in his own game, and managed to hold off Michael Edwards in a draw? Who is the man that has been a constant threat to the champion, where in Thunder's case, he uses humiliation tactics to try play him down as a contender. Finally, he has been granted a championship shot, but not alone however. Another man has decided to ride the coat-tails of the Wrestling Legend, Reed Harrington.

Why would somebody like Harrington deserve a championship shot? Only one reason, and that was a controversial draw that took place when Mills pinned Reed with an absolute perfect german suplex, and the referee counted the shoulders down of Mills, which has been a debate of controversy as Nicky had Harrington also pinned! It was the good work of another referee that saved 'The Outlaw' the match. Reed Harrington walked out a tag team champion thanks to the work of Anubis, but it's not likely that he will win the World championship. He's the only true competitor in this match.

Have you ever felt that nervousness, as you look at the future World championship match and tell yourself "This is no time to fuck up!" but a part of you says to yourself "What if you lose? What if you fail?". You try everything to shake it off, but I just tell myself "This is your time. Your opportunity. Don't walk in there worried, walk in there determined." That's what I told myself in many matches when the odds were stacked, and I always came out the victor. When I faced off against guys like Kevin Cosmos in my rookie days, I told myself over and over "Time to make yourself a player." And that's how I feel even now, as the clock is ticking down for this match.

Reed Harrington versus Nicky Mills versus Rollin Thunder. It gets better every-time you say it. Tickets are sold out everywhere and it's being ordered by every wrestling fan there is looking to see who walks away with the championship. Some people think that Rollin Thunder will retain the championship, and others think that Reed Harrington may just get the win. And yes, some people actually believe that your Wrestling Legend and Technical Wonder, 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills, will finally win the championship that has been waiting for him forever.

It's been many matches for Nicky Mills that he has had the championship shot, and has blown it. It happened against Nikolas Globe in a brutal casket match thanks to Minds Eye, it happened when Mills faced off in a four way against his Revolution partner, Sean Segrada, Big Boss and Jeremy Cundiff. It never happened on those nights. But that increases his intensity to win, as now the man is going for his second TnT World title shot against his arch rival, a man who has just ran his mouth the whole distance, and a newcomer who just didnt shut the fuck up and got his shot anyway. But this time, there is no question on the winner, but the question is, How?

How will Nicky Mills win?

The only way he knows how to win, and that is by beating the two other individuals. Ignorance is a classified emotion for the champion as he seems to reek of it, not realising that soon, his time as a champion will be over. And for Harrington, the man smells of cockiness, a part of a personality usually reserved for by Americans. They believe that just by shooting their mouth off, the win will be sealed. But you have to go the distance, you have to take risks, make sacrifices, to be that man who will walk away with some gold finally around his waist.

It's been too long since Mills has had a championship shot, and he is not just going to let it go. This is where you see the true expert at worked, pumped with adrenaline , and a smile on his face, he will hit you with everything he has. His key loss to Jeremy Cundiff, who has slipped away with win after win, has not fazed him. His recent bad run before he finally snapped at everything that happened to him has not done anything but made him more determined to win. Recently, he has shown us how dangerous he can be with a new ally in his head, an emotion that he has never showed in the ring, that his mind has no barriers, no emotion, when he faced off against an opponent.

Let's look at Sean Boyle, the recent member of the High Rollers. Nicky Mills faced off with Lyricz and made him submit with the Legends Pain, and then pinned him in a triple threat match against Krisis. The third time they met, it was Mills that absolutely annihilated him with move after move, as if as soon as the bell rang, the winner was already determined. Then it was the match against Reed Harrington, that made Reed put everything he had against him and then finally realised that he was in danger of losing. Harrington had faced Mills twice before, but not this new Nicky Mills. He soon realised that he was about to lose, and had to resort to making the referee be knocked how. Cowardness even shows in the strongest of men.

Kent Strong made the match that fans wanted to see, two contenders putting the default champion, Rollin Thunder, in jeopardy. The audience were tired of the same old matches, and after the atrocious High Rollers match, Strong had enough to make Thunder worry. Marcel had let his champion slack off and run his mouth, while Kent had a new idea, and that was to make the champion run for his money. And how did our champion respond? With cries of "Wah, it's not fair, I'm Rollin Thunder!"? Now this is the test to see whether Rollin can really put his money where his mouth is. His last two defences have been filled with controversy, as X Kalibur had Thunder beat when the clock ran out of time, and it was the win for Thunder against a man who merely acted like a schizophrenic, but didn't have that 'click' to make him a threat.

Thunder hasn't beaten anybody special, hell, he was made a scapegoat for Jonny Fly. So now all of a sudden, he throws his toys out of the pram and wants to prove that he isn't a joke? It's a little too late for that, but he can try. But the good that will come out of this match will be that a man will stand in that ring, covered in blood or drenched in sweat, holding his arms in the air as the audience either celebrate or boo loudly, for maybe a man who they didn't want to win, a man who is hated by the people, is now holding the top prize in the industry. 'The Outlaw' has acted like a champion, and nobody has given a fuck. People like the 'rebel' antics of the High Roller, but now it is time for a chance.

And that change, ladies and gentlemen, is the time that Nicky Mills was crowned as the World champion.

A small wind breezes through the large city of Athens, and already in the night, tourists and civilians are capping the night off with entertainment. Gangs of under-age drinking teenagers are standing around guzzling cheap alcohol, and in nearby stalls, people try selling off old goods to make some cash to enrich their lives. Restaurants are packed with large families and multicoloured lights light the city itself, as the camera scans through the city in first person view. Many civilians recognize the camera and begin making faces at it, and drunk British tourists shout at the camera.

It reaches a small restaurant where it seems to be rather crowded, but in the corner, where three people are sat. One of them is the woman seen from the boat in Mills' last promo, wearing a pink tee shirt and a small red skirt. The other man and the camera is set up looking at the people, the interviewer known as Cole Matthews, who is in casual gear, a pair of blue denim jeans and a TnT tee shirt with the three men who will face off for the championship at September Slugfest, the shirt being advertising merchandise. The other man, wearing an all black tuxedo, typical wear for The Hollywood Icon, is 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills. A large candle is providing light as the three are drinking. The woman is drinking a red wine, while Matthews is kicking back with a Martini. Nicky is kicking back with a whiskey, and pours himself another glass as he looks through the menu, and seems rather disgruntled with it.

This is all British shit. Why is the country full of tourists?

Oh come on honey. Enjoy yourself, will you?

Dont go 'honey' on me, bitch. Your only here because I enjoy your company. Your hanging around with me until I leave Greece.

Why cant I come with you?

Because you cant, ok? Cole, enjoying yourself there, since you didnt enjoy my little boat trip?

Matthews looks up from slurping his drink and turns to Mills.

Yeah. I'm sorry about that.

And so you should be. Your paying for your own shit though, Matthews.

Coming out of the kitchen is a waiter, a tall figure in his early twenties and sporting black hair gelled backwards, walks towards the table where Nicky is sat. The man is obviously Greek, coming from his accent.

Can I serve you now?

Yeah, sure. I'll have a Dolmathes for starters, followed by some Gyros. I'll have some fries with that.

And for you, madam?

Oh, I'll have some stuffed peppers, with a side order of Olive Bread, please.

Sir?

Yes, mere fool. Is this country still populated with maggots like yourself?

The waiter seems taken aback, but it seems that Nicky's other personality is trying to speak out.

Ahem, apologies. I'm not feeling myself. I'll have some Zucchini balls for starters, and for my main course, some Chicken with Lemons and Olives, and I'll have some chips with that. Oh, and here's something for my apologies.

Nicky slips the man some Euro notes, and the waiter seems pleased as his face lights up, and thanks Nicky for the tip. The man then walks back into the kitchen as Nicky shakes his head.

I had to pay the guy because you wouldn't keep your goddamn mouth it!

So what? I was just asking the truth.

God, your worse than a Rollin Thunder promo.

YOU TAKE THAT BACK! NOW!

I will if you shut up for the entire evening. Now let me eat without you moaning and putting sick ideas into my head, you sick fuck.

Nicky...

What is it?

How are you preparing for this World title match this Sunday against Thunder and Harrington? It's going to be tough.

Not to mention that I've got a permanent migraine from that match against Prodigy. That cut's been killing me all damn week. But I'll be fine once I continue my training and just getting back into the match spirit.

Well, what happened? Cortez injure you?

Nah. He just started hitting me with punches because of the whole racism shit I said, and one of his shots cut me open, and that cut open a vein. I had to get myself fixed up at the hospital.

But you still beat him, that's something.

I suppose. Once I knocked him down with the Rebirth, that was it for him. I added the german suplex for Harrington. It's no biggie, because it's only Cortez Prodigy, just another fast talking black man with a grudge for me.

Nicky, did you catch those Rollin Thunder promo's?

Ugh, sorta. I was watching them while doing my circuit training, but after a while, his ranting tired me out a little. I dont really want to go into Thunder right now though, because I have an appetite, and everytime I think about those promo's, it makes me want to throw up, because the man is just so BORING! It's the same bullshit every week and every day. He's had that whole 'rebel' thing for a while now.

The waiter interrupts as he surges through the restaurant with plates in his hand, and a plate of Zucchini balls, which he hands to Nicky Mills, and the side order of Olive Bread which he hands to the woman, and the Dolmathes which he gives to Matthews, then walking back into the kitchen.

Motherfuck! I'm starving! And I need a glass of champagne with this. Macy, will you grab me a drink from the bar?

Cant you see I'm eating here?

DO IT! For christ sakes, I'm paying for your meal, so do me a favour, eh?

The woman seems annoyed and walks towards the bar where she orders the drinks. She walks back with a large bucket of ice, where the champagne is currently resting and becoming cold, and glasses. Taking a seat, she begins to eat, as Cole then speaks up to Nicky again.

This business is pretty messed up. You've been here two years and now is your next opportunity to win the championship. You've faced everybody, from Michael Edwards to Nic Totopolous to Jonny Fly. How do you feel knowing that this Sunday, that you could be the next champion?

I remember the last time I was in this sort of situation, and that was when I contracted a stomach virus before the match because I ate some dodgy food from a bar me and Segrada went to. Lucky for him, he didnt eat any of it, but it affected my performance, because the next few days, I was almost dying.

You did?

I told Marcel and said I would still perform. It didnt help that Boss was in his psycho mood, because when he hit me with a nasty top rope superplex, I was out of it. My stomach just felt like it was about to burst, and so I didnt kick out. Sean tried saving me because he wanted to face me, but he didnt get there in time.  I've never felt that way before in a World title match, and to hear Thunder saying that I couldn't win, it's just so goddamn irritating.

Tell me about it. Your at your best now though, right?

Yeah, and that's bad news for the chumpion and Harrington.

Nicky pours himself a glass of champagne and begins eating his Zucchini balls. Downing the champagne in his glass, he then looks up at Matthews, and clears his throat before speaking.

It's great that Strong is owner though. Some changes have been made in this godforsaken company FINALLY!

How so?

Rollin Thunder doesn't like being made a fool of, and because he's been slacking in his matches, Strong puts him against some competition and he just cries about it. If I were him, I'd be glad I would still have the title belt. He's putting on that strong front so he can scare me and Harrington, but it aint working, and that's his downfall. Walking in and saying "Uh huh boys, it's time for me to win" aint going to work since we're going to tear him apart and then, Harrington is going to get some wrestling lessons, courtesy of moi.

Hey, I had to ask for the camera, is it true your going to be in this Cruicible match, as reported by many wrestling websites?

I signed a three match contract for that match when I first joined UwA. I eliminated myself accidentally from the first two, so hopefully, I'll be able to show the UwA how their enemy's talent is much better than them. International Incident are doing well though, even without Trinitas.

Yeah, I have to agree with you. It'll be great. But Harrington has not said a word this week. How do you feel about that?

I think it's fear, Matthews. Maybe he's stalling so he can just rant about himself and make Strong impressed, but it's nearly the show itself, and I haven't heard a thing from him. He's a giant pussy, that is what he is. He'll just end up talking about his steroid pumped muscles and his history of wrestling, which I haven't heard just yet.

Would you like to comment on the match itself then?

No, I want to eat first. Speak of food....

The waiter comes out with a tray which has everyone's main courses, and he hands out each main course to each person. Everyone begins eating, and in merely minutes, Nicky has finished his meal. Sipping some champagne, he then looks at the camera and begins to cut the Nicky Mills promo everyone loves to hate.

This is a change of scenery from the wrestling ring, and it's definatly a change from America, of coarse. I never liked spending all my time in the U.S, and this international tour is like a dream come true. Thank god! But you see, this Sunday, I will be in that ring, fighting for the World championship against our champion, Rollin Thunder, and Reed 'The Real Man' Harrington, whatever that really means.

Thunder, do you do anything different except talk the same bullshit and be that same person? I've just realised in your latest promo's that you put on that 'rebellious' front, because it's the only thing that you can hold onto. I mean, I used to be a fan favourite but I've changed. But you have been the same old person for years now. It's like Hulk Hogan being Hogan, Flair being Flair, and Steamboat being Steamboat. But at least they changed. You havent done that, and it looks as if you never will.  People are sick of you Thunder, and it's not because they hate you, it's because they are bored, yes Thunder, BORED of you.

Even Strong is bored of Rollin Thunder, 'The Impact Player'. He puts you in exciting matches and you just soured them with your stupid performances. Your match with Vetalo was just atrocious! Strong decides to raise the stakes for you, and all you do is thank him by whining about him screwing with you? Thunder, being a champion isnt all glory. A champion has to defend your belt and be a true champion. Granted, you beat Cundiff, I'll give you that. But everytime you defended your World heavyweight championship, you won by mere seconds, and your opponents have been useless.

Krisis? He's a complete pushover. I outwrestled him and all he did was roar in frustration. X Kalibur? He almost beat you, Thunder. He had you beat and just because of the clock, he lost. Talk about hanging by a little bit of string, eh? What you have to realise, is that you think you have been in these main events because your good. Marcel had a thing for rebellions such as yourself. Strong, on the other hand, is seeing you for what you are, and that is a crying baby who is now throwing his toys out of the pram. Your living in your own fantasy world, Thunder, but this Sunday, it all comes to an end for you. Kiss your belt goodbye Rollin, because, it's coming to Mister Predictable, baby!

And by the way, that was a joke.

You want to go back to the hotel?

That's me, man. What you gonna do?

I'm going back to the hotel. Waiter! Can we have the cheque please?

As if on command, the waiter appears from behind the bar and walks over the table with a long piece of paper in his hand, most likely the receipt. Nicky looks at everyone, and then smiles as he reads over the receipt.

I'll pay for this one, because I need some change to get things from the nearby shops.

Shops is stores, ladies and gentlemen.

God-damn, I forget the yankie doodles dont know what British words mean. Anyway, I'm out of here. Coming Macy, or do you want to spend some time with Matthews?

I'm coming with you!

Well, see you later, Matthews. And you too, America, I'll see you back at the hotel.

Nicky and his broad slowly walk out of the resteraunt leaving Matthews drinking the rest of the champagne, as nearby tourists turn to stare in awe at there being a celebrity near them, as the scene slowly fades to black.