The Book of eXtreme: Mikey's America; Chapter III

[Mikey eXtreme]

The Return of
Mikey’s America

Chapter III

Death on the Beach

Mikey told De La Fontaine and Preecha that Bonnie and Occulo would ruin that match. That, they could not be trusted. His warning was ignored, and Bonnie and Occulo almost cost Mikey the match. Almost.

Mikey took it upon himself to dismantle the #BeachKrew in the middle of the ring.

Put out "... And Then There Was X" and then there was X
And then there was X again, ain't my next of kin.

X Marks The Spot all around: Johnny Rabid, Dustin Beaver, and the World Champion Wade Moor all laid out. Kemp, was extinguised, and Mikey let Preecha take the final kill. But, it was Mikey that did the groundwork. It was Mikey that took out the #BeachKrew. It reminded Mikey of his first match inside the WCF.

Mikey took on and destroyed an entire team by himself. Tara Ravensblood, Justin Courage, Steve Saint, and Ruff Crossing all met their respected ends at the hands.. or foot of Mikey eXtreme.

Mikey was confident in his ability against the #BeachKrew. He knew he could beat each and every one of them and he has beat every one of them that has stepped in the ring with him and he will continue to do so. He will continue to destroy all the competition that is put in front of him on his quest to conquer the WCF and reign on top as the true King of WCF.

"Friendship. Friendship, again?

Mikey eXtreme: Again?

Mikey looked at the Slam card in disgust. Another week against the #BeachKrew, another week being forced to team up with someone he did not like. Someone he did not want to share the ring with.

Mikey eXtreme: Last week it was Bonnie Blue and Occulo.. now I have to team up with Chelsea Armstrong?

Mikey was breathing heavily with anger. He ran his hand through his hair and looked into the camera.

Mikey eXtreme: I’m expected to work as a unit with the very same person who I defeated two weeks ago? Well, maybe I didn’t get the pinfall victory over her.. but I will. One is right around the corner, and Chelsea is a threat to my United States championship.

To my America.

Mikey inches closer to the camera.

Mikey eXtreme: And make no mistake about it, Chelsea. You will not take my belt. I lost it once before, and believe me, it will never happen again. Kaz Mazy was lucky that night. You will not be as lucky.

But this week, the powers that be have decided to throw you into the fold. I guess they figured my dominance over #BitchKrew on Slam was too much and they would add you as a distraction. That’s where they’re wrong, though, Chelsea.

I don’t get distracted.

Mikey looks down at the belt, it glistens in the light.

Mikey eXtreme: I’m the greatest living American. I am worshiped for the way I run my America. I am a member of the greatest stable that has ever graced the WCF, the Dark Riders Gang.

Pantheon? #BeachKrew? They’re jokes. They’re nothing. Dirt under my fingernails. If the DRG were still alive and kicking.. do you think that #BeachKrew would be on top and in control of the WCF?

Mikey laughs.

Mikey eXtreme: They wouldn’t even be in the conversation. They would be laughed out of the building.

Now? Now it’s just Gemini and Myself.. and look where we are? I’m the fucking United States Champion. Gemini Battle is about to destroy Dune and move on to taking the World title. Hell, even Spencer Adams is a goddamn champion. Every single one of us still here? Championship material.

Here, I am. The best pure talent that the WCF has ever had. Ready to teach Chelsea how a wrestling match is supposed to be done. Hell, maybe I won’t even tag her in. Maybe I won’t let her ruin this match for me.

Minor League Problem

Hank Brown sat alone in a dark room, there was one ray of light peeking in through a crack in the boards that covered the window. He sat there, looking at his watch, and back to the WCF camera that stood on a tripod in front of him.

Hank Brown: What am I getting myself into this week?

Hank wondered out loud, why would he accept Mikey’s offer to meet in an abandoned boarded up house? Hasn’t he learned his lesson already? Mikey is a maniac. Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside which jolted Hank into high alert. Laughter could be heard outside, followed by the creek of the old front door.

Mikey eXtreme: Hank.. my old friend.. you better be here!

Hank thought about staying quiet, but then thought better of it. He musters up a little courage, and yells out to Mikey.

Hank Brown: Right this way, Mr. eXtreme.

Mikey walks in the ring, Freakshow and Vidalia follow.

Mikey eXtreme: This fuck, again?

Doc emerges from the shadows.

Mikey eXtreme: Yeah, this fuck. We have official WCF business to attend to.

Hank Brown: Yes, Mikey, and what is it that you want to talk about?

Mikey eXtreme: That’s a very good question, Hank. You’re getting better and better at this job every day. We’re going to talk about that little weasel of a man, Kyle Kemp.

Hank Brown: One half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, a former People’s Champ..

Mikey eXtreme: Hank, I don’t care about the boy’s accolades. We all know he’s the weak link of the #BeachKrew. We all know that the people are idiots. His accomplishments mean nothing to me. They mean nothing to anyone, because they are just that, nothing.

When you look at Kyle Kemp, what do you see? Do you see a legitimate champion or do you see a boy clinging onto a miracle. It’s a miracle to me that he is still around here in the WCF, it’s a miracle to me that #BeachKrew have aligned themselves with such a weak and small mind.

Hank Brown: You’ve faced off with Kyle Kemp a few times now, do you think that might help him in this match?

Mikey eXtreme: This will be our fourth match. The last three times he didn’t stand a chance. This time will be no different. This time will be just like the rest, he will find himself outmatched, outclassed, out of his league. I reiterate, this is the majors, Kyle. You’re a minor league player, a September call up at best.

He steps into the ring with me one more time, and I put him down like I always do. I plant him 6 feet deep. I extinguish him. X marks his spot. He gets devoured by the darkness. It’s just that simple, Hank. He is not on my level, and he never will be.

I’m the god damn United States Champion. Mikey’s America thrives, and will be here for a very long time. Why is that? Because I am the greatest living American. I am a god, and Kyle Kemp is nothing but a boy.

Hank Brown: Strong words, from our United Sta--

Mikey cuts Hank off, quickly.

Mikey eXtreme: You’re damn right they’re strong words, Hank. I’m not here to please anyone, I’m not here to care about anyone’s feelings. I’m here to destroy and devour the entire WCF universe.

Which, I’m doing a good job of, may I add.

Mikey shoots a hard stare towards Hank Brown.

Hank Brown: So, you like your chances this week on Slam?

Mikey eXtreme: Like my chances? There is no way I can lose this match. Despite having Chelsea Armstrong as a partner, I think this match is set up for me to win. Yeah, there are others on the roster I would rather team up with.

Hell, American Darkness is undefeated.

Hank Brown: In one match

Mikey eXtreme: Which we won. Undefeated. The DRG Are the most dominant team in history.

Hank Brown: Whom have disbanded, and in your last tag team match with a DRG member, you attacked him after the match.

Mikey eXtreme: I didn’t attack him, Hank. He cost us that match, and he had to be taught a lesson. Plus, that man I attacked was not Gemini Battle. It was an impostor of a man. A man. Not a monster.

But, here I am.. teaming up with Chelsea. Can we get it done? Of course. I don’t lose to the #BitchKrew. Kyle Kemp, he gets his final warning.

Inside the Clock Tower

Inside the mind of Mikey eXtreme stands a massive clock tower that holds the throne of the King of Darkness. Inside it’s east wing, Mikey finds himself deep in thought.

It feels like I’m up against #BeachKrew every god damn week. They run the company, don’t they? Why would they set themselves up for failure again and again? It just doesn’t make any sense to me.

Perhaps it’s some kind of trap to learn my mindset? To attempt to figure me out, to get in my head now and hope to use it against me later?

If that is there plan, it will be for nothing. They can attempt to get inside my head all they want. They can attempt to try to dethrone me, but it will not happen. I am too powerful for the likes of these beach dwellers.

They have been unable to defeat me since I arrived. Which must infuriate them to no end. They are not as unstoppable a force as they hoped to be, if they cannot defeat the King of eXtreme. But then again, it’s hard to defeat what you don’t understand.

Which brings me back to my previous thought, perhaps they are trying to understand me. Perhaps they need to understand me in order to reach full dominance.

No. That’s giving them too much intelligence. Perhaps, it is just that. They are too stupid to realize they cannot defeat me. They are too ignorant to book themselves into a match where they might have a fighting chance. They book themselves into impossible win scenarios where they have to defeat me. ME! The King!

Mikey looks around the room he is in. Everything is made of gold inside the room. The walls are adorned with past accolades of Mikey eXtreme’s career. Multiple championships, trophies, and event posters. The Room is a museum of eXtreme, and Mikey has a smile on his face.

BeachKrew can stick to their beaches, they can step into the tide, wetting their feet. They’re not ready for the deepest darkest parts of the ocean. They’re not ready to come to where I dwell, To where I rule, they’ll never be ready. They’ll never be able to beat me.

Clever title about Johnny Rabid

Mikey is backstage at a WCF house show, he is backstage standing infront of a television screen. A fence serves as the only other backdrop. Cameras begin to roll, recording a promo from Mikey eXtreme.

Mikey eXtreme: Chris Cornell said it best, “First it steals your mind.. And then it steals your soul” Though, he wasn’t referring to the Darkness, it still applies here. This will be our third match together, John.

That’s right, this will go down as the third time you were unable to defeat me. The third time that the Darkness wrapped itself around your soul. We’ve already captured your mind, but it’s your soul that we want. That we need.

You run your mouth on twitter. You claim that you are here to protect the WCF from the Darkness. I hate to burst your bubble, John, but it’s a battle you cannot win. It’s a battle you will never come close to winning.

The Darkness, is more than you can ever imagine. It’s all around us as we speak. It’s coursing through my veins as we speak, powering my every move. It’s through the darkness that I was able to reclaim America. That I was able to bring Mikey’s America back to the forefront, to places that #BeachKrew could never imagine.

Just like young Kyle Kemp, John, your previous experience in that ring with me means nothing. You cannot beat me. You lack the ability to conquer the darkness and thus, you will be overcome and defeated. I will make sure of that, John.

The entire lot of you, you all lack the ability to conquer the darkness. A common trait that seems to have brought you all together. A fear of the Darkness, which is a fear of the eXtreme. A fear of Mikey eXtreme.

It all makes sense now.

Throw Chelsea Armstrong into the equation to get me off my game. To try to mix light into the darkness, but that’s where you’re wrong. There is no light strong enough to break up the darkness that has built up inside and around me. There is no light strong enough to be used against me.

Try all you must, try as hard as you can, John. Bring the entire #BitchKrew ringside if you have to. I will lay them all out again. I will destroy you right infront of their eyes. I will destroy Kyle Kemp right in front of their eyes. The Beach will be nothing but my slaughtering ground, the tides will be dyed red with your blood and I will stand there, King of the Beach.

Mikey stares into the camera as the lights begin to flicker.

Mikey eXtreme: Tick.. tock..

tick.. tock..

the clock is ticking, Notch Johnson..

At Slam, I walk out once again without #BeachKrew defeating me. Once again, the Darkness reigns supreme.

The lights cut completely off and when they return Mikey is gone. Where he was standing is a large smear of blood with a crude looking clock drawn inside. Underneath it, reads:

Run.. if you know what’s best for you.