Post by Michael X on Feb 4, 2018 16:34:54 GMT -5
The Book of eXtreme
A few hours have past since Slam has finished. Most of the talent has cleared out already, some en route to the next town and some looking for a day or two to relax at home. Mikey is distraught, his battle with Odin Balfore did not go the way that he had planned. It did not end with Mikey’s arm being raised in victory. He was supposed to bring the battle to Bonnie Blue, defeat her, and move on to the WORLD.
Mikey sat alone. Vidalia and Freakshow had left the arena at Mikey’s wish, Brooklyn was only a short drive away and Mikey didn’t know how long he was going to be stuck in the arena, stuck fighting his pride, stuck wallowing in his disgust.
Mikey eXtreme was garbage.
Suddenly, almost from out of nowhere, a voice rang out to Mikey, calling him, lifting him, and demanding his attention.
Voice: The World can still be yours, Michael. Trust me.
Mikey’s eyebrows rose, this was a voice that not only commanded, but it demanded. It demanded that the world would be his, if he was patient. It demanded that Mikey eXtreme would one day be the greatest competitor that the world had ever seen.
That voice demanded Mikey’s allegiance. It demanded that the KING of DARKNESS take care of business at the right hand of GOD.
This voice gave Mikey eXtreme the confidence that he needed going forward, knowing that his future would be strong. That his future was not behind him. Mikey eXtreme was an animal and his full ability was still something to be seen.
Voice: You know what you have to do.
And, Mikey did. He knew that he had to follow the voice of God. He had to devote himself and his entire being to this God. He had to decimate the WCF.
Mikey eXtreme extended his hand as the scene faded.
Mikey eXtreme sat in the middle of a dark room, a room so dark that Mikey’s features could not be made out. He sat there as the camera desperately tried to focus on him.
WCF Camera Man: Excuse me, Mikey?
Michael X: You have referred to me by the name of a child. By the name of a lesser being. You have referred to me as the name of a child who could not attain his goals. You have referred to me as an outdated, irrelevant, obsolete fool.
From now, you must refer to me as:
Mikey pulled a string hanging from the light above him, the light exploded filling the room in flash and revealed the Dark Prophet, Michael X.
Michael X: Michael X. You will refer to your prophet as Michael X. Because it is I who speaks to GOD. It is I who will allow you to hear the words and wisdom of our supreme-being.
Michael stares into the camera for a moment before grinning a vicious grin.
Michael X: However, I am still, and will ALWAYS be the KING of DARKNESS and it has come to my attention, that there is another who dares to steal my title. It has come to my attention that there is another who has tried to claim that he is KING.
Michael X: Do you have any idea who you have drawn against this week, Matthew? You’ve drawn the shortest stick of your career, as you become the first victim of the Dark Prophet. You become the first to fall at the feet of Michael X. You become my first victim.
Pride yourself on that. Because when it’s all said and done, they will look back to this day. They will look back to see where it all began, and your name will be relevant, albeit for a negative, but you’re name will come up as the start of it all. Matthew Black, the false KING, Matthew Black, the man who fell at the feet of X.
Matthew Black, may he rest in peace.
Because it is SLAM where The FALSE KING meets Darkness. It is SLAM where I put an end to the imposters once and for all.
Matthew, my child, you have failed. You have lived your life as a lie and I am here to end that for you. I am here to put you out of your misery. I am here to place that X between your eyes.
Michael X: But you’re too stupid to see that, Matthew. You probably think that you stand some kind of chance with me. You probably think that somewhere in that little bitty brain of yours is the secret plan to dethrone the true KING of DARKNESS. Well, you’re wrong, Matthew.
You will step into that ring and you will find out just how sadistic I am. You will step into that ring with me and you will find out just how angry I am. You will step into that ring with me and you will wish that you were never born, because the hell that awaits you between those ropes is something that you could never imagine.
Michael’s voice begins to grow in anger.
Michael X: DO YOU HEAR ME, MATTHEW? As you walk down that ramp and your eyes lock onto mine, you will feel your soul begin to drain. You will feel your entire being begin to deplete.
I will end you, Matthew. I will destroy you.
You’re a fucking joke, and the fact that I have to step in that ring with someone that is so BELOW me angers me. The fact that I have to step inside the ring with some kid who doesn’t belong in that ring is utterly ridiculous.
But, that’s okay, Matthew. I know you didn’t make this match. I would hope you wouldn’t be that stupid. I would hope that little brain of yours was at least capable of telling you when you were in too deep.
So, I won’t hold it against you, but I won’t hold back. I won’t stop myself from kicking your head 15 rows deep. I won’t stop myself from slamming your lifeless carcass through the mat. I won’t stop myself from painting that canvas a crimson red.
I won’t stop myself, Matthew, and either will you.
Because, you can’t.
Mikey begins to laugh uncontrollably as the scene fades.