The Book of the Outlaw

What makes a man that is as evil as he is?

Is it the events that happen to him before he becomes the evil sickening bastard that he becomes? Does the pure good turn into solid evil?

Only I know this. Once upon a time, I was a rookie, starting off in the wrestling world. I respect every single opponent I had, even when they hated my guts. It was my determination to be respected that brought the desire to be a wrestler.

Now I'm the man you see in front of me. A cold hearted emotionless motherfucker named 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills. The cold blood runs through me, the pain of survival beats me every single day of my life, and I'm still here, pissing you off, making your lives a misery. You cant do nothing but attempt to 'beat my ass' and humiliate me, and nobody ever will.

Face it, none of you stand a chance against the Technical Wonder, the Hollywood Icon and the Wrestling Legend, 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills.

The scene opens in a doctors surgery, as we see the typical activities that happen each day, people going in and out of the surgery and such, as the camera focuses in a doctors office, where sitting in one of the chairs is 'The Outlaw' Nicky Mills, who is wearing black Levi jeans and a black UwA shirt. Smiling at the doctor, sitting opposite Nicky, who is checking over some papers, as he clears his throat and speaks to his famous patient.

I believe you had quite a scare after the match. Your back is absolutely fine, but I suggest you take it easy this time. Don't overdue it. Your match with Minds Eye injured your back, and if the injury re-occurs, problems will occur and your wrestling career will be over. Apart from that, your alright.

So I'm alright now? You sure I wont feel any pain during my matches?

Take some painkillers, and you'll be fine. What makes it so hard for your back is the fact you turn up your matches big and as what happened between yourself and Nic Totopolous, you merely landed bad and that caused some mild pain in the back. It's merely bruising, that's all.

Thanks doctor. I'll see you around.

The Hollywood Icon and the Wrestling Legend shakes hands with his doctor, and walking out of the office, smirks at the camera as the scene fades to black.

Nic Totopolous. The man of the hour. I have to say, you did well, my friend. You deserve my respect for a match well done, and I believe we stole the show that night. Both of us legends know how to give the audience their money's worth, not that I give a flying fuck about the fans, because I don't.

I don't need the Eurasian championship Nic, enjoy yourself while the EFW reject attempts to wrestle you, and instead tries dancing in the ring and thinking he's the man. And learning that I have witnessed the re re re return of Mike Furious! Oh whoop de do, wow! Hear my sarcasm, Mike? Seeing you help Jeremy Cundiff and everyone was meant to be shocked and appauled by your actions. Jonny Fly obviously masterminded this, since the fool doesnt know anything good, and instead brings in a man with as much honour as George Bush does of being president. Wait, what does that mean Furious? It means you have no honor, that you jump ship to boost the ratings. Marcel is a stupid bastard thinking that he's going to get rid of 'The Outlaw' just by bringing you in here. And to think of it, his latest promo mistook me for the EFW reject himself Rollin Thunder. Americans share that small intelligence, where they call themselves the 'baddest man on the planet' even though Furious still had his ass handed to him by Wall2k. Wall2k is a disgrace, and yet you lost to him? What kind of image does that show for you? Nothing. Your a fucking loser trying to mess with something bigger and badder than you. You can give me your history lessons about what happened to me in UwA against Johnny Thunder, but it will do nothing for you. That was the past, and this is the present. Most Dangerous Man?

The Hollywood Icon and the Wrestling Legemd is finally seen on the screen, staring at the camera wearing black Oakleys sunglasses and normal street attire. He is staring over a  cliff, the wind blowing in his face, as he finally turns back to the camera.

HA! In your dreams. Beating men like Jimmy Vetalo and hanging with your pumped up steroidal freak of a friend, Johnny Ringo, will do nothing for your little typical American attitude and your small brain. It seems that you mistook Rollin Thunder for The Hollywood Icon and the Wrestling Legend, and that's a very bad mistake for you. Your nicknames are pathetic, just like you Mike Furious. Oh, what you going to do now, bring back John Follet? Wow, go ahead, I'm waiting. On seconds thoughts, your not even worth my time, you might cut another rant about ending careers, and that could end one of my skills: my listening. Because the damage done to my ears by hearing you drone and give your history lessons would be enormous.

Moving away from someone that doesnt matter, this week however, I have moved to bigger and better things, and that is already, two weeks into my debut of this wretched company, I have a shot at the World title, that is, if I beat my opponent which just happens to be a bald headed goof by the name of Krisis, who has some problems and obviously has nothing in that hollow head of his. Krisis, do you know who the hell I am? Let me refresh your memory, I am a Wrestling Legend, a Technical Wonder, and the man who started Jeremy's problems in the first place. Sorry to burst your bald bubble, but I was the one who slammed that shovel into his skull, and I was the one that ended his best friends career.

What have you done? Lose match after match in an attempt to be seen as a psychopath? You make me sick. Your the reason why America has become the trash bag hell that it has. You think everyone has to feel sorry for you, or fear you. Fuck that, this is one man that's going to end it all for you and take that World title shot, and take the World title. I am not afraid of someone who has random thoughts of death and misery, because I do cause misery, and your misery will become reality when I face you in that ring. The reason why this match is taking place so that Marcel can try stop my invasion by having you end my career. The chances of that happening are that of me actually liking America, and we know in our hearts, that I never will like this disgusting country. Krisis, you better listen up well. You're looking at a man who is the definition of surprise. Just when you expect one thing, you get another.

And what makes you such a 'threat' after all? I don't see anything except a pathetic loser who is trying to make himself into the big leagues. You don't have any hatred for Cundiff, it's jealousy. Face it, you cant beat Cundiff. He's like a cancer to you Krisis, no matter how much you attempt to destroy him, he beats you, and you have a problem with that. However, he cannot beat me. I was the one that started all of his problems. I was his mind cancer, and to this day, he is afraid of stepping into the ring with me, because that fateful night after he was about to walk away, I smashed his skull with that shovel. Krisis, I am the reason why he is so famous today. Not you. You are nothing but a choke artist, always choking just as you get close to that championship. Come get some Krisis, but you will fail, just like you always have.

'The Outlaw' turns away from the camera, as he looks up at the shining stars, and smirks. Turning away from the camera, the scene slowly fades to black.