World War X: Part II (Death to All) Sept 25, 2017 5:11:41 GMT -5
Post by Mikey eXtreme on Sept 25, 2017 5:11:41 GMT -5
WORLD WAR X II:
DEATH TO ALL
DEATH TO ALL
”So much blood I'm starting to drown
It runs from cold to colder”
Mikey sat alone in his hotel room, reflecting. Still not entirely over the last morning, the gun still sat in the bag. Vidalia was out, shopping perhaps? Mikey wasn’t sure. She had said something about looking around the shops that lined the street that their hotel. So, that’s what he assumed. It was a good assumption, but maybe she was having dinner? Yeah, she could be grabbing a quick bite to eat. All that shopping could get her hungry. Or thirsty, maybe she was at the bar.
Mikey’s mind was bouncing all over the place.
Back to the gun, the fully loaded Ruger that sat in the Chaps bag at the foot of the bed. Mikey wasn’t going to use it, but maybe it was a good idea to stop carrying it. Maybe he didn’t need to have it at all times.
But what if he needed it? What if Samuel Light showed up? What if his life was in danger, what if Vidalia’s life was in danger? Freakshow was a monster, he was damn near bulletproof in Mikey’s mind. He could handle himself in any and all instances.
Mikey eXtreme: I’ve only had one interaction with you, Dag. We teamed up shortly before Ethan King was able to STEAL my United States Championship. I won that match for us, because, well, you couldn’t.
There was no way that you were going to be able to beat Vengeance. Cormack MacNeil, maybe. But there was no way that you could beat that team, so I had to do it for us. I had to carry you, just as I carry every other person I have ever been forced to tag with.
We won that match because of me, Dag. Make no mistake about it.
Now, now we get to meet again, but this time? This time it’s different. This time you could possibly stand in my way. You could possibly stand in the way of me getting a World Title shot. I deserve that world title. I deserve it more than anyone on this entire roster, and I’m not going to let someone weak like you stand in my way.
But, if you happen to stand in my way, Dag. You will meet your end. You will meet the bottom of this boot as I connect that X to your face. You will go down hard, and I will eliminate you. I will destroy you, because that’s what I do.
That’s what I was born to do.
So, come out there. Bring that international title with you, since that’s your only true claim to fame. You were lousy at everything else you ever tried to do here. Try me in that ring, Dag, and I will humiliate you worse than Z-Mac did each and every week that you begged for a match with him. Each and every week that he tore you apart without trying.
Try me, Dag, and fall like the rest.
That gun sat there, and Mikey’s eyes never left the bag that contained it. He just sat there, watching it. His mind may be wandering, but his eyes were locked onto that bag. What kind of name is Chaps, anyway?
Vidalia would probably return to the room within the hour, he thought. Possibly later, but he figured an hour would be right, and she would return in that hour just as he suspected. She hit up all of the shops and she bought almost everything she could possibly find.
Mikey eXtreme: Charged it?
Vidalia: Of course.
Money wasn’t an issue, they had plenty.
Vidalia: I did buy something for later, though.
She winked, and gave him a look of lust. She bought more than something for later, she had bought a treasure trove of lingerie, and toys. They were going to have fun, and Mikey was going to get his mind off that gun one way or another.
Mikey eXtreme: Bang, bang.
He winked back as he threw both hands up in a gun salute, the same way Mick Foley would.
Mikey eXtreme: You cost me the United States Championship. You took away Mikey’s America, and you were responsible for the rise of Ethan King. You and nobody else.
Then, like the others, you vanished. Poof. Gone.
You were not there to pay for your crimes, and so, I have had all this time to plan your funeral. I’ve had all this time to plan the death of Steve Orbit. It’s finally time for you to pay for your one true mistake in the WCF. It’s time for you to pay for costing me my US title, it’s time for me to eliminate you from War.
Make no mistakes about it, Steve. You don’t stand a chance in this match. You don’t stand a chance at beating me. I will not be eliminated. The Mack will not get the upperhand, and I will walk out victorious. I will eliminate anyone that gets in my way.
Mark my words, Steve.
Back to School
Mikey eXtreme sat at the front desk of what appeared to be a school classroom. There was an alphabet over the blackboard, children’s drawings on the wall, and graffiti on the desks. Mikey sat at the desk grinning, as he looked into the WCF cameras.
Mikey eXtreme: I’ve heard there is a very special guest that is entering War, and not just any special guest, no. A special guest that I get to personally welcome back to the WCF before sending them home once more.
Mikey laughs, it’s low and originates from his upper chest.
Mikey eXtreme: Headmaster, Bernard Core. Oh, it’s been awhile, my friend. It’s been so long since I’ve had the pleasure of ripping you apart. It’s been so long since our bloody battles, that I was afraid that I’d never see you again. I was afraid that I damaged you beyond repair.
I was afraid you were never coming back.
But look, here you are. I’m about to pick up right where we left off, Bernie. I’m about to rip the skin from your face, I’m about to take that kendo stick to your head, I’m about to do bodily harm to the eXtreme.
Bernard, we both know that you have never recovered from those injuries. We both know that I have destroyed your mind beyond repair. We both know that there is no possible way for you to eliminate me, because you cannot beat me. You don’t have it in you. You cannot win War, because you cannot win the battle with me.
Because you’re just too Common, Core. You’re just like all these other bums that have entered in War, but the only difference is that you’re smarter than them. You can see the dangers, and your brain works a lot differently than yours. You can calculate your risk factor much better than they can.
That’s why I know you won’t enter that ring, come War. Because you know if you step in there with me, that you won’t step out. You won’t leave that ring because you won’t be alive to see another day. You won’t make it to, well, wherever you’ve been off hiding. Perhaps you’ve picked up teaching again, and you’re up there in Albany.
Perhaps you’re traveling the globe, trying to teach the less fortunate around the world? It doesn’t matter to me. You’re still going to step inside my ring and try to take War away from me. You’re still going to step inside MY Kingdom, and try to do battle with your biggest rival.
There’s no way that the Core Institute still stands. There’s no way that you were able to show your face there after what I did to you, after the beating that I gave you. Those kids would never let you live it down, seeing their favorite wrestler rip you to shreds.
Don’t think for a moment that I’ve forgotten about your Dean of Discipline, Bernard. Wolf could never stand a chance against me either. Freakshow and I took care of him rather nicely, if I do say so myself.
And, I do.
You’re nothing, Bernard. You’ve always been nothing and you’ll always be nothing. You’re a man that I sent packing, that I destroyed from the WCF and trust me, I’m about to do it again. I’m about to remind you why you left in the first place. I'll remind you of everything that I did to you, of everything that you wanted that I would not allow you to have. Of EVERYTHING that I put you through, of all the jealousy that you had towards me. I will show you why I am still better than you. Why you are and will always be nothing against me inside that ring.
You may have the brains, Bernard. But I have no problem with leaving you brain damaged. I have no problem with taking that one thing that you think separates us. Trust me, Bernie, I'm coming for you. I'm going to make you regret ever stepping back into a WCF ring, I am here to send you packing once more, and force you into retirement. I am here to take away your teaching career, too.
Your life is in my hands, Bernard. You have nowhere to run, nothing you can do will save you from the Darkness. Nothing you do can save you from the onslaught that I am bringing you. Nothing you can do will save you from your FEARS, Bernard. Nothing.
Trust me, Bernard. This is the biggest mistake of your career.. Of your life. I thought you were a lot smarter than this. I thought that you were going to stay far away from the WCF, far away from the KING of eXtreme. Far away from your biggest Fear.
Welcome to your funeral, Bernard. Goodbye, Wolf. This is the downfall of the Core Institute. This is the repeal of the Common Core. This is Mikey eXtreme.
Mikey laughed as he looked around the classroom. The cameras pan around the drawings until finally stopping on a children’s drawing of Mikey eXtreme impaling Bernard Core’s face with a broken piece of the kendo stick. American Weapons Match, one of the highlights of Mikey’s WCF career.
His eyes moved towards another drawing, Mikey eXtreme pinning Bernard Core, drawn by a student named Caleb, Mikey assumed when he seen the name sloppily written in the corner. Another picture, signed by an unreadable name, of a mustache hanging off a cliff.
Another drawing, this time Mikey holding the severed heads of Wolf and Core, Mikey’s name was sloppily written in the corner this time. He smiled.
Mikey is bringing blood to War.
Mikey eXtreme: Frankie, boy. Last year, I gave you an elimination. Last year, I chose to take myself out of this match because, quite frankly, I wasn’t being used to the best of my ability. I was the last entrant into War after I earned that spot by beating Henry Spearman.
And I looked around that ring and I thought to myself, that nobody in that ring deserved to be in there with me. Nobody in there deserved to stand toe to toe with me. So, I took myself out. I gave you the easiest elimination that you could have.
But this year? This year, I take it back. This year, I show you how easy it is to eliminate you when I feel like competing in War. This year, I show you how easy it is to dominate, when you’re the KING of eXtreme.
Frank, I’ve beaten you before. The eXtreme Wolves defeated you. Do you remember that? Probably not, something like that would be erased from your memory. Ashamed to have lost to a man like Udy, I understand. But it was I who really defeated you. It was I who was the true competitor in that match, and you know it.
You fear me, FPV. Deep down, you know you do. Deep down, you know that you cannot defeat me. You know that you stand no chance against me, when I want to win.
This time, Frank, I win.
Mikey opened his eyes, reached for his phone, and checked the time. Half past three. He rubbed his eyes and rolled over to face Vidalia. She was awake and she smiled at him.
Vidalia: Time to get up?
Mikey eXtreme: Only 3:30.
Vidalia: morning or afternoon?
Their days and nights had drunkenly merged together lately, becoming hard to differentiate.
Mikey eXtreme: morning.
Vidalia: you wanna go again?
Mikey thought about it, but had to turn her down. He shook his head, and rose from the bed. His eyes were wide as he approached the window, peering out onto the street below.
Mikey eXtreme: thought I heard a noise.
Vidalia didn't hear anything, but Mikey was growing increasingly more paranoid as the day of War inched closer and closer. He knew he was a target, he was one of the top talents in the WCF and everyone would have their eyes set on taking him out.
Mikey eXtreme: They could be coming for me, Vi.
She looked around the room, it was dark and empty. Freakshow had an adjoining room and that door was closed, but not locked. Light trickled in from under the front door from the hallway that was outside.
Mikey eXtreme: What's to stop them from getting an early start on war?
Nothing. But that wouldn't happen. Nobody in the WCF was that insane, plus, Mikey had a giant bodyguard in Freakshow. It would take an army to take Mikey out prematurely, and an army would not be coming.
Vidalia: Calm down.
She looked around the room again, hoping to see that black Chaps bag. Besides the Ruger, it contained a bag of pills. Mikey would slip into psychotic episodes at various times, but he had medicine to help prevent it.
He rarely took it.
Years of hardcore matches and a fucked up past had pretty much destroyed Mikey’s brain. Perhaps the war with Andre Holmes had done the most damage, a war that Mikey still reflects on. A war for the Hardcore Championship, one belt that has haunted Mikey since his debut.
One that he has chased without the ability to grasp.
One that is now held by that bastard, Ethan King. A championship that should have been placed on Mikey’s waist and left there for all eternity, but sadly is around the waist of the biggest conman in the WCF.
An individual that boasts an impressive record against Mikey eXtreme without ever having actually pinned him. A record that blooms on paper, but is trampled in the real world. A world where Mikey is the only true champion.
Mikey eXtreme: Ethan King is nothing but a fraud.
Vidalia: This is why you're awake? Come back to bed.
She would not be able to talk Mikey back down from here. He was in a bad place, a place that he could only be freed from with a victory at War. That hardcore championship deserved to be wrapped around his waist.
But more importantly, Mikey needed to defeat Ethan King. He needed to right that wrong, and what better time to do that than War?
Mikey eXtreme: He has never beat me and he never will. He has always taken the easy way out, picking the weak links of the match, like.. Steve Orbit. He doesn’t beat the true King, and he will never beat the real King.
He knows that, and it pains him. So he throws out stats that don’t matter. He throws out #FakeNews. He doesn’t even know what he’s talking about, but he spits it out there to make himself look better. He spits it out there because a victory over Mikey eXtreme is the greatest accomplishment in all of eWrestling.
I hope we meet in that ring, Ethan. I hope we meet dead center in the middle of that ring, so I can show you where you belong, and believe me, I’m going to leave you dead center in the middle of the ring.
Vidalia looks at Mikey, who is cutting a promo in the middle of their hotel room. His mental state is in very bad shape, but she can’t do anything about it. She tries to comfort him, grabbing or his hand but he pulls it away and pushes the hair out of his face before continuing.
Mikey eXtreme: Ethan King, the hardcore champion that should have never been. The United States Champion that should have never been. You deserve nothing, Ethan. That’s why I will make it my own personal mission to make sure you don’t win War. That’s why I will do everything in my power to make sure that you don’t walk out of that ring with the victory.
Mark my words, Ethan. You will not walk out with the War win.
Neither will that hack, Andre Holmes. The worst Hardcore Champion in the history of the sport. The worst hardcore wrestler I have ever seen in my life. The worst human being to ever step inside that ring.
His chest begins to raise higher and higher, heavier and heavier. Vidalia fears that he is going to work himself up too much, and snap. But now, as he addresses one of his biggest foes in the history of the business, he can’t help but become a monster. He slams his fist into the table next to the bed, and slides it across the top. The plug in the lamp tears from the wall as the lamp soars across the room, crashing into the wall and landing in a pile of glass on the floor.
Mikey eXtreme: But, you’ve lost your way, Andre. You’ve abandoned the world of Hardcore to go play with Jayson Price’s dick, while I’ve dwelled deeper and deeper into the darkness, Andre. A place where there is no escaping, and a place where there is only death. A place where I plan to bring you, Holmes. A place where maybe you can reclaim that relentlessness that you once possessed.
Down here, Andre, there is only pain. Down here, I am not only a King but I am a God. I can’t promise that you will make it down here, Andre, I can’t promise that you will ever find your way out, but I can promise a lifetime of darkness haunting your soul, haunting your life, destroying you from the inside.
Manifesting itself in your dreams, in your inner thoughts. Attacking slowly, but painfully. Targeting your deepest darkest thoughts, your demons, your worst moments. Trust me, Andre, it’s coming for you, and it’s going to take you down.
I’m going to take you down. I’m going to take this War right to you, Andre. I’m going to show you how War is done. How you win a War, and how the Darkness has already won.
Mikey begins to laugh as he slides off the foot of the bed, rocking his body back and forth against the footboard. His laughter fills the room, bouncing off and possibly through the walls. Vidalia worries that the neighboring rooms will complain, but Mikey doesn’t care. His cackle increases in volume, shattering the walls.
They would complain but Mikey would scare the hotel out of throwing him out. They would bill double for the lamp, and for the sound, but Mikey didn’t care.
Mikey eXtreme: Andre Holmes, Ethan King, Sidney J. Warwick.. Three names that I’ve heard associated with winning War. Three names that I’ve had trouble with in the past. Three names that come War, will be blanketed in Darkness and carried out of the match because I will not allow them to leave. I will not allow them to win this War.
This is MINE.
Mikey screamed. He began to push his breaths out with force. He was angry. He was a monster. This is what he needed to become in order to win War. This is what he needed to be to win the ultimate match of his WCF career. This was how he got that World Title shot. It started here, in this hotel room, and it ended covered in the blood of his enemies.
War would be dark.
Mikey sat in a makeshift WCF studios, he stared deep into the camera. The camera man had a bunch of index cards, each one with another WCF superstar’s name written on them. They needed something they could air with Mikey eXtreme discussing possible matchups in War. This is what they got:
Mikey eXtreme: David Sanchez?
Mikey eXtreme: Is he going to even show up to War? Or has the man run already? Has he seen the future, and how dark it is? Has that Darkness chased him as far away as he can be?
I think we all know the answer to that question. I think it’s obvious, David Sanchez is afraid. He fears this match, because he knows that he cannot win. He knows that in order to win this match he must come face to face with me.. He must come face to face with the Darkness.. With FEAR itself.
Sanchez is no threat in this match. Sanchez has felt defeat at my hands before and War will be no different.
The first index card drops to the floor.
Mikey eXtreme: Kevin Bishop, a man that I once had the opportunity to tag with and learn his style. I had a chance to get into his head without him realizing it, and believe me, he stands no chance against the Darkness. He stands no chance against the King. I will put Kevin Bishop down, and I will hold him there. I will step on his neck, and I will feel him squirm, I will feel the life escape from his body.
I will not allow Bishop, or anyone else, to leave that ring. I will make sure that he has no chance to win, and it that means ending the life of the former United States champion, then so be it. I can only do what the Darkness wants, and this is what the Darkness wants. This is what the Darkness needs.
The end of Kevin Bishop’s WCF career will come at the hands of Mikey eXtreme. The WCF will learn to fear me, because if they don’t they will all end up like Chelsea Armstrong. They will all end up stretchered out of the building to never be heard from again.
Fear me, Kevin.
The second index card drops, but Mikey ignores them.
Mikey eXtreme: It doesn’t matter who they throw in there, WCF Galaxy. It doesn’t matter whose music hits. Once I enter that ring, it’s all over. Once my music hits and that hush falls over the crowd.. Once that fear drifts over the building, and that ominous cold feeling takes over..
Gravedigger can come out, he can bring the entire fucking MS13 with him. He can bring the entire country of Mexico with him, it doesn’t matter. One look at the King of Darkness, and they’ll call cower like the cowards they are. They’ll all regret coming face to face with the King of Darkness.
Bring Jayson Price out there to play with Andre Holmes’ dick. He’s a joke. He talks about main eventing all these events, but nobody cares because he’s not the guy. He’s not the guy you think about when you think about WCF.
Think about it, when you think about the face of the WCF: past, present, and future. There’s only one name that comes to mind. There’s only one true WCF Superstar.
The room all nod in agreement with Mikey.
Mikey eXtreme: And you’re looking at him.
The faces in the room paint a different story, but Mikey eXtreme didn’t care what they thought. It only matters what Mikey eXtreme thinks.
Mikey eXtreme: I am the WCF and I will win War. I will walk out after eliminating the entire roster, if I need to. I will walk out as the greatest competitor that WAR has ever seen.
Darkness will fall, and darkness will cover the WCF.
Gods and Monsters
There is only One true God in the WCF, just as there is only one true Monster in the WCF.
Mikey eXtreme: Odin, I’m looking at you. The GOD of WAR, ends now. The God of War meets the Dark God, and just like Highlander, there can be only one. Trust me when I tell you, I will behead you.
Your decapitation happens live in the middle of War, live at the end of my leg. LIVE in front of the entire world. There's nothing that you can do about it, Odin. There's nothing that you can do besides FACING your FEARS, and trust me, Odin. You don't want to face me because it will be your END.
The end of the All Father, the birth of the True God.
The way I see it, Odin. You’re going to bring it all to War, you want to cement your legacy even further. You want to show the world that you can show up and dominate just like you used to, but, just like the last time we stepped in that ring.. X will mark the spot. There might not be the thumbtacks that were there the last time, or maybe they will. Maybe I’ll have to bring out a little surprise for you, Odin.
Just like the last time you faced me face to face, you will fall. That 7-foot frame will come crashing down to the mat harder than building 7. The All Father will be put of his misery once and for all, and the Darkness will take over. The Darkness will take you out and you know it, Odin. You know that the Darkness is too powerful.
Ol’ Z may have thrown his support behind you, but make no mistake about it, Odin. After I’m done with you, Dat Hawt American Darkness will have no problems with each other, because even Ol’ Z knows that I’m the favorite, he’s just showing you false hope, Odin.
I am the God that you wish you were. I am the God that you can only pretend to be. I am powered by a force, much stronger than the one that powers Luke, in the darkness. The Darkness cannot be defeated. The Darkness is here to stay, it is here to takeover.
The Darkness makes me a monster, the only true Monster in the WCF. Something that Oblivion will find out shortly, as I kick his head off his body at War. Something that Oblivion will not be able to understand, how I am the true Monster.
Oblivion is nothing compared to Mikey eXtreme, he knows that. This isn’t a battle against Katherine Phoenix, this is a War. This is something that he doesn’t have in him anymore, this is something that he doesn’t understand.
He has lost it. He has lost everything, and I will show him that he has also lost War. Because I am the MONSTER that he wishes he could be. I am the evil that he can only dream of becoming, and he will learn that first hand, he will learn that as I am eliminating him from War, 1-2-3.
This is my war to win, and there is nobody else that can say otherwise. There is nobody else that can take this from me. Not Odin, not Oblivion, because I am bigger than them. I have taken what they wish to be, and I have taken it to a whole nother level.
I am the God of all Monsters. The MONSTER of all Gods. And, I take no prisoners. I leave bodies where they fall. I leave death wherever I step. I leave Darkness where there was once light, and I will leave WAR with a victory. I will leave War with the blood of every competitor on my hands, and on my boots as I stomp out the competition. As I choke the life out of each and everyone that looks fear in the eyes,
The KING of Darkness becomes the WARKING.
The KING of DARKNESS takes out Oblivion, taking his rightful place as the true MONSTER of the WCF.
Mikey eXtreme falls to the ground laughing. The laughter echoes through the room as the camera pans around the darkness until the laughter comes to an abrupt stop. When the camera pans back, Mikey eXtreme is nowhere to be found.
One with the Darkness, he has vanished into it.