King of Death part V Aug 12, 2016 14:01:38 GMT -5
Post by Mikey eXtreme on Aug 12, 2016 14:01:38 GMT -5
King of Death Match
Glass Pane Match
Glass Pane Match
The first match of the tournament without a point, it stung in more ways than one. Mikey had so much to prove but he came out with nothing. He came out broken, he came out the loser. A match of the night, match of the week, match of the year candidate. The intensity back and forth was over the top, as the two men put each other through hell.
But, it was Corey Black who left the victor. It was Corey Black that had his hand raised and earned his way to the King of Death Match finals.
It was not Mikey eXtreme.
That meant that Mikey was in a must win situation while he took on up and coming Triple A. Adrian Augustus Archer, a man out to make a name for himself at the expense of Mikey eXtreme. A man that was destined for failure.
Mikey was determined to win this match, he was determined to get his revenge over Corey Black and to take that King of Death Match trophy with him. He knew, deep down, that this was his tournament to win. He knew deep down that he HAD to win this tournament.
There was no other way about it, he had to win.
Triple A stood in his way, and that was a very dangerous place to be. There was no worse place to find yourself at this very time, because Mikey was coming full force and there was nothing that was going to hold him back.
It didn’t matter what Archer brought to the table. Tacks, barbed wire, fire, electricity, light tubes, a knife, or a gun. There was no stopping Mikey eXtreme. This was still Mikey’s tournament and he would do what he had to do at any cost.
mikey extreme: Triple A has no chance at winning this tournament, and he has NO right to play spoiler. He has no right to try to take away my dreams, to take away what I have earned after what I have put my body through.
Mikey was breathing heavy, the tolls that this tournament had taken on him were building. There was no denying that Mikey had been through hell this week, with more on the way. Mikey knew he could fight through it, but if there was nothing at the end of the tunnel, it would be disappointing. But, he sat in his hotel, he couldn’t get comfortable to really sleep, so he dozed in and out of sleep on a chair in the corner of the room.
mikey extreme: Who the hell is Triple A?
Mikey didn’t know much about Triple A, he had heard rumblings but he paid them no mind. He honestly did not care, there was nothing that made him want to care and there was no reason to care.
Now he had to take on Triple A in a deadly. Now it was necessary to learn about Triple A. The last few nights Triple A had brought it to his opponents, but it’s hard to win a tournament when you’re up against legend and KINGS.
Tonight, Triple A took on a King. Tonight he took on the King of eXtreme. Tonight he learns what it’s like to step into the Kingdom of eXtreme. Tonight he learns that Mikey eXtreme does what needs to be done.
mikey extreme: Tonight, Triple A gets the beating of a lifetime. There is no doubt in my mind that tonight Triple A will be put through the worst pain that he has ever felt in his life.
He felt what Odin brought, he felt what Corey brought. Tonight, he gets the worst of it, tonight he gets me. Tonight he gets to step inside the ring with the King of DEATH.
Mikey’s tablet was in his hand, and on it was the WCFWrestling.com bio sheet for Triple A. Mikey was not taking any chances tonight.
mikey extreme: Knee injury? Retirement?
Mikey had found a goldmine, a blueprint to follow in the complete destruction of Triple A. He knew just what to target, he knew just what had to be done to render Triple A useless.
mikey extreme: Believe me, this will be the worst moment of Triple A’s comeback tour. This will put all the question marks in his mind.
‘Do I really want to continue? Do I really belong here? Why did I agree to be in a match with Mikey eXtreme?’
But, it’ll be too late by then. The darkness will have already consumed the soul of Triple A, the darkness will have already prevailed and taken another victim. The curtain will close on this chapter of Triple A’s autobiography, and his obituary will follow.
But, that’s not my fault. That’s all on him. That’s what HE got himself into. That’s what HE wanted. Because HE came down to MY ring. HE came to MY world..
It’s all on him. His demise is in his own hand, because I only know one thing. I only know how to do one thing, and that’s this. That’s bring the most eXtreme fight to anyone that steps in front of me.
Triple A isn’t the first, he won’t be the last, but he’s the victim on tonight’s agenda. He’s the one that I have to tear down tonight. He’s the one that’s blood will paint that canvas tonight. The fans will ooh, they’ll ah, but most importantly, they’ll feel sick to their stomachs at the carnage that I am about to bring. They’ll wish they weren’t in that piece of shit arena.
They won’t tell their friends about it, they won’t brag that they were there when Mikey eXtreme damn near killed Triple A in the most gruesome match they have ever seen. They’ll want no part of this, they’ll want to forget what they seen because it will haunt them for the rest of their miserable lives.
Just like my demons haunt me, just like my past haunts me..
But this isn’t about me. This isn’t about everything that I have been through. This is about Triple A, this is about what has to be done, what has to happen.
Corey Black bested me las tnight, but believe me, it will be the last time anyone bests me the rest of this tournament. I will win tonight, I will pick up those two points and I will show Corey that his win was a fluke, that his win was never supposed to happen. I will show Corey tonight what he has in store in the rematch.
Whatever happens to Triple A tonight is on Corey Black’s hands. Whatever happens tonight is the direct result of Corey Black. Whatever happens tonight could have been avoided had Corey Black not picked up the luckiest win of his career. All of this could have been avoided if he gave up, if he just stayed away and let me take that match.
He knows he has no chance at winning this tournament because he cannot beat me a second time. He knows that it took way too much to put me away last night and he will not have it in him to do it again.
He knows that this is all his fault.
Mikey stares deep into the camera.
mikey extreme: Save yourself, Adrian. You have the ability to save yourself, you have that power right now. You don’t have to show up tonight. You don’t have to step inside MY ring. You don’t have to be put through any glass, you don’t have to be torn apart in MY world.
You can stay at home.
Nobody is going to judge you, you’ve been through a lot and you have nothing to gain. You only have everything to lose, because I will not take it easy on you. I will not do just enough, I will bring you to the eXtreme.
Tick.. tock. Tick.. tock.
The clock tower is calling for you, Adrian. I will make sure that you arrive there, in as many pieces as it takes. I will make sure that you forever rot in the soul chamber, forever a victim of the King of Darkness.
I’m coming for you, Adrian. Your last rites will be read to you in the back, make sure you say goodbye to your loved ones, your family, make sure you have ALL of your affairs in order, because this is your end.
But this is only the beginning for me.
Mikey was not happy. He was in pain, and he knew that he HAD to win this match. He would not get any rest, he would go into this match agitated and angry. Nothing was going to save Triple A, and Mikey knew that.
The world knew that.