The Book of eXtreme: Mikey's America; Chapter IV (Part I)

[Mikey eXtreme]

The Return of
Mikey’s America

Chapter IV

The Disaster of Slam

Mikey eXtreme was forced, against his will, to team up with Pantheon’s Chelsea Armstrong. Mikey found that she was not focused on their match, instead, she was hell bent on destroying it along with the greatest nation on the planet, Mikey’s America.

Mikey eXtreme: She was ruining the match.

Mikey speaks as if he is speaking to a crowd, but he stands alone in his hotel bathroom looking into the mirror.

Mikey eXtreme: If we didn’t take control, if we didn’t take her out when we did.. she would have made that match about herself. She would have made that match about Pantheon. The Darkness would have been forgotten… pushed aside. We belong at the top.

Mikey drops his head, he looks into the sink below him.

Mikey eXtreme: We didn’t lose that match. That match didn’t happen as far as I’m concerned. It was ruled no contest for a reason, and with that.. I am still undefeated against #BeachKrew.

With that, the Darkness still sits atop the WCF, waiting to strike.. waiting to pounce. We hold the United States championship.. we command respect from everyone in these arenas.. in this locker room.. in the world. We are above everyone.

And, since you have selected me as King.. it is I who shall do your bidding here on earth. It is I, who will make sure the Darkness spreads until it encompasses everything in it’s path. I will not rest until my work is done.

Mikey dips his hands into the sink below him, it is full of water. He splashes the water into his face.

Mikey eXtreme: My lord, I do thee bidding.

Another splash of water.

Mikey eXtreme: My lord, I do thee bidding.

His voice grows louder, he splashes water into his face once more.

Mikey eXtreme: My lord! I do thee bidding!

He screams the words this time, before slamming his hands into the sink sending water all over the floor. Mikey crashes to the floor with it, laughing.

Mikey eXtreme: It will be done.. it will be done.. it will…..

He lies there, repeating himself over and over as he rolls himself into a ball. He begins to rock back and forth as the door flies open and Vidalia busts in to check on him.

vidalia: Are you okay?

She rushes to his side to check on him.

Mikey eXtreme: Don’t touch me!

vidalia: You’re bleeding!

She yells back at him, noticing a small amount of blood on the floor of the bathroom.

Mikey eXtreme: It’s not my blood.

She looks confused.

Mikey eXtreme: It’s the blood of our enemies. The blood of #BeachKrew, the blood of Pantheon, the blood of Scarecrow, the blood of Kaz Mazy..

She looks at Mikey like he’s crazy, her eyes dart back to the sink which is now full of blood.

Mikey eXtreme: There will be more.

His laughter returns, bouncing off the walls, bouncing off Vidalia. She backs out of the room, motioning towards Freakshow to check on Mikey. Freakshow pops his head in the bathroom. He sees the King of Darkness lying there laughing. A scene he has seen many times in the past.

vidalia: Is he alright?

Freakshow responds with a shrug. He wasn’t sure if Mikey was ever alright, but this was nothing that alarmed him. He returned back to his seat by the window as Vidalia stood in the bathroom doorway watching Mikey.

Stable Wars?

Though Mikey had been in the WCF for almost a year now, he still viewed himself as a newcomer. There were lots of WCF facets that he had never seen nor heard of, and part of him didn’t care. Part of him only cared about himself, the most important part of WCF. Still, there was a small part of him that wanted to know everything he could.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true, the other part of him would creep in.

He wished to know all he could so that he could defeat everything inside the WCF. Defeat the legends, defeat the myths, defeat and destroy everything put in front of him.

In Mikey’s short time here, he has found himself linked to battle with Pantheon. The Dark Riders had found themselves an enemy with Pantheon, hell, half the company found themselves an enemy of the Dark Riders. However, this did not phase the greatest stable in WCF history as the Dark Riders destroyed everything they came in contact with.

The Dark Riders put themselves on the map with their treatment of Pantheon, and now Mikey had a shot to perhaps put the last nail in the coffin that was Pantheon. He had a chance to lay waste to Chelsea Armstrong, the challenger for Mikey’s United States Championship. Putting Pantheon down in yet another big match.

Was Pantheon even still a thing?

This was a question Mikey had previously asked himself before he and Zombie McMorris would defeat two members of Pantheon: Chelsea Armstrong & Jeff Purse. Wait, was Purse even in Pantheon? Mikey didn’t even quite know who was and who wasn’t in the group. He did know that Pantheon had done their best to eliminate him from Ultimate Showdown, which they succeeded.

Now, it was his chance for revenge.

He planned to take his revenge out on Chelsea, to eliminate her from further competition inside a WCF ring. He looked to devour her inside the WCF ring, to embarrass her in front of the world as Pantheon had embarrassed him that night.

Could Mikey beat Chelsea again?

Mikey didn’t care for all the questions circling this match. He didn’t care for anything, he had one job to do and one job he would do. He would take his weekly stroll down to that ring, he would make his opponent wish they had never laced up their boots. He would make them wish they were inside that ring with the devil himself. Anything that could be an easier task than battling the King of Darkness.. the King of eXtreme.. Mikey eXtreme.

For Mikey, all that mattered was asserting his dominance over the WCF and to do that, he had to bring his A game to Chelsea. He had to do things that she could not expect, more importantly, he wanted the WCF to fear the Dark Riders. Yes, the stable was nothing but a memory at this point, but to Mikey it was part of his legacy. Mikey knew the Dark Riders would propel him and the darkness to where he had to be, and it did just that.

At One, the Dark Riders would bring an end to Pantheon.

Chelsea Lately

Mikey eXtreme: Chelsea.. my dear old friend..

Mikey eXtreme; "Doc":: Your friend?

Mikey listened to Doc and laughed.

Mikey eXtreme: Oh, she’s much more than a friend.

Mikey eXtreme; "Doc":: Oh, yeah?

Mikey eXtreme: She’s a victim. A sacrifice to the dark lords, Doc. She is a gift to our true lord and protector.

A grin grows on Mikey’s face before he starts laughing again.

Mikey eXtreme: It’s a shame that she can’t see that. That.. she still thinks there is some way she can overcome it.. that she can beat the King at what he does best. In a way.. I feel bad for her. Her blindness is sad.

But it is a weakness. A weakness I plan to exploit.

The WCF lockerroom tend to make a big deal out of Chelsea.. for all that she has done here. Do you think I care? She ran away shortly after I arrived on the scene.. sure she might claim it personal reasons.. but that’s just an excuse for fear.

I fear nothing, Doc. There is not a single thing that remotely scares me. There is nothing that Chelsea can bring to this match that will change that, and there is no way she can beat me. She will face the best of the best at One and she will lose.

We might not be the main event, but I am always the main event. I am the best that this company has to offer and there is nothing that can change that. There is nobody that can change that. The King of Darkness is undeniably the greatest competitor here. I beat the #GreatestUSChamp, Gemini Battle. I’ve beaten a whos who list of WCF superstars.. I am the greatest living American.

Mikey eXtreme is not to be taken lightly. Chelsea has already stepped in that ring with me twice.. and both times she left wishing she hadn’t stepped inside that ring with me.

Mikey eXtreme; "Doc":: You really did a number on her, kid.

Mikey eXtreme: She’s lucky I went light on her, she’s lucky Johnny Rabid stuck his nose where it didn’t belong. Had he not been there to interfere in the plans of the Darkness, Chelsea would have already been the ultimate sacrifice. Chelsea would be nothing more than a memory, a story we would tell our children about, years from now.

Remember that night when Mikey decapitated poor Chelsea Armstrong on Slam? Yeah, she was no match for him, he spared her a much worse fate

Count your lucky stars, Chelsea. Notice that there are none remaining. Notice that I am coming for you, that I am coming to make a statement in this match when I eliminate you. When I destroy you.

If you make it out, Chelsea.. you’ll never be the same.

The Birth of Mikey’s America

Mikey couldn’t remember the day that he knew he had to take over America, but he remember what had sparked the need. It was a cold, windy, winter morning. Mikey stood outside of a Dunkin Donuts with his breakfast in a bag, a large hot coffee in his right hand.

Homeless Man 1: Excuse me, sir?

A man’s voice had made Mikey turn his head. A homeless man stood there, as Mikey wished his bus would arrive quicker.

Homeless Man 1: I’m sorry to bother you, sir, but it’s mighty cold out here. Do you think you can spare a dollar so I could buy a coffee?

Mikey looked at the man, disgust in his eyes.

Mikey eXtreme: Sorry, all out.

The man looked at Mikey, let down and angry.

Homeless Man 1: Are you sure?

Is this guy fucking deaf? Mikey thought to himself as he nodded his head.

Homeless Man 1: Alright, have a nice day sir.

The homeless man asked a few others before giving up and turning the corner. Mikey’s bus arrived and he boarded the bus.

The next day, the same homeless man approached, Mikey had only a coffee in his hand today.

Homeless Man 1: Do you have a dollar today, sir?

Mikey eXtreme: No.

Homeless Man 1: Come on sir, we’re all not as fortunate as you are.

Mikey eXtreme: Why don’t you get a fucking job?

Mikey was harsh and blunt.

Homeless Man 1: Ain’t no jobs looking for anyone like me.

Mikey eXtreme: Yeah, I wouldn’t hire someone with no work ethic, either.

Homeless Man 1: Come on, sir, that’s not nice.

Mikey eXtreme: Listen, I needed money.. I went out.. and I got a job. I did what I had to do to earn a paycheck. Here I am, I can afford to buy myself a fucking cup of coffee. Now get off your lazy ass, and get a job.

The man blew Mikey off, shaking his head as he walked away.

Homeless Man 1: You’re fucked up, man. It’s freezing out here.

Mikey eXtreme: It’s nice and warm inside my apartment.

Mikey’s last sentence, which he spit out as he boarded the bus, stabbed the man in the gut.

That same day, Mikey got off the bus and entered a different Dunkin Donuts, looking for a warmer breakfast for when he got home. Sure, he could have eaten it right there, inside the establishment, but Mikey prefered to eat in his own apartment.

He read over the menu, every item mentioned Veggie Bacon. Hm? What the fuck is veggie bacon? Maybe they mean veggie OR bacon.

Mikey eXtreme: Let me get two bacon egg and cheese croissants.

DD Employee: Only veggie bacon, sir.

Mikey shot the girl behind the counter a dirty look. Are you kidding me?

Mikey eXtreme: Oh.. Nevermind.

DD Employee: Why don’t you just get a wrap then?

Mikey eXtreme: Will it have bacon?

DD Employee: I just told you, we only have veggie bacon.

Mikey eXtreme: Then.. why would I order that?

DD Employee: I don’t know. You’re hungry?

Mikey eXtreme: For bacon. Real fucking bacon.

DD Employee: I’m sorry.

Mikey eXtreme: How do you not have bacon?

DD Employee: We’re a kosher Dunkin Donuts.

The same scene would play out at a second Dunkin Donuts around the corner. Mikey could not believe it. Not only was there one Kosher Dunkin Donuts, but there were TWO in a 50 second walking distance from each other.

Mikey stepped out of the second Dunkin Donuts as another homeless man approached him. He was dressed in his Sunday best. A suit jacket that looked like it had been dropped in a puddle before being run over by a Mack truck.

The man began to speak,

Homeless Man 2: Excuse me, I don’t know if--

Mikey had no time for this shit, he was just denied bacon. He breezed by the man, accidentally making contact with the man’s beat up carry one bag. The man was caught off guard by Mikey’s quickness and instantly began to ask another question.

Homeless Man 2: I’m trying to get to New..

Mikey began to turn to the man to apologize for the contact as the gear in the man’s head slowly turned. He finally put two and two together that Mikey did not care what the man had to ask. It was at this point that Mikey realized the man only had one eye.

Homeless Man 2: Well, that’s SHIT!

The man screamed at Mikey, lunging in his direction. Mikey responded with one quick punch to the man’s working eye.

Mikey eXtreme: No, you’re shit. You wouldn’t find a place in MY America.

Mikey kept walking, the homeless man laid out on the ground behind him. He had more important things on his mind.

The Wasteland

Mikey stood inside the Soul Chamber, a room which was inspired by Shao Khan’s room of the same name. The center of the room housed a giant skull where the souls of Mikey’s victims fought to escape. Mikey watched, it was one of the few things that could fill him with joy, and he watched for hours at a time.

The Soul Chamber sat in the lowest level of the Clock Tower. It was off limits to everyone who stepped foot inside the tower, and the punishment for trespassing was death.

Mikey eXtreme: Chelsea, your future awaits you. Your final resting place, sits in front of me. I can promise you, there will be no resting. You will fight even in death. You will fight to escape the clutches of the Darkness, but it will never happen. You are our property, just like the rest of these poor souls.

It’s just not fair, though. I know you think you will come in here and avenge your previous loss to me. I know that you think you will avenge the destruction I brought to you on Slam. You aren’t worried about facing the King of Darkness, and that’s just not fair. You will regret this moment, Chelsea. You will look back on this day, and you will kick yourself. You will wish you took me more seriously.

I’m not a two time US Champion for no reason.

I’m a main event talent, and you being in this match has brought it down the card. That’s right, Chelsea. Mikey eXtreme is more important than the entire Pantheon lot. You seem to think that the WCF locker room is full of fear.. that we’ve changed our mind on destroying Pantheon because we are afraid.. but that’s just not right. I’m here to show you that there is no fear. That if I had to, I would climb over each and every member of Pantheon until I stood above you all. Your blood would stain my boots, your bones would crumble under me.

But, your biggest mistake? You seem to think that you have nothing to lose inside the WCF. You can leave, and return to your life.. your money.. but that’s where you’re wrong. You see, I will not let that happen. Once you step in that ring with me, Chelsea, once that bell tolls.. it tolls for you. It tolls for the beginning of the end. I will not rest until I have utterly and fully destroyed you. I will not rest until your eyes close, and cannot open.

I will not rest, Chelsea. You step inside that ring with the devil himself. The pain that you will endure, will be unbearable. You will never be the same. You will question ever setting foot in that ring again, and that’s where the Darkness wins. That’s when the Darkness creeps in and takes over, when it creeps in and devours your world.

Just as it devoured your daughter.

Mikey gets closer to the pit, as the screams grow louder.

Mikey eXtreme: You can claim that The Darkness is a joke, Chelsea. That you were once in a relationship with it, but what you think and what I know are two different concepts. The Mistress of Darkness is no more. The Darkness did not want you, because you were not good enough.. just as your parents did not want you.. just as your fiance did not want you.. and just as your daughter did not want you.

Hell, even Alex Richards left you.

Let that soak in, dear Chelsea. The Darkness is lurking around you, and it’s ready to pounce. For, I am the King and I am the unholy representation of the Dark Lord.

At One, you will lay there while I fuck you and you will tap out. But, I will not stop. A thousand times over, you will be passed around. You will be broken, used, and left for dead inside that ring.

Chelsea Armstrong, though she didn’t want to be linked to Pantheon, she was there biggest downfall.. she was their weakest link. The world will witness the rape, torture, and murder of Chelsea Armstrong. The headlines will read. “She should have never returned,” and “Too little, too late: The Destruction of Chelsea.”

Just remember, Chelsea.. You brought this upon yourself. You want my United States title, and I cannot let you have it. I cannot let you come close to it. You do not deserve it, and you never will. I am the greatest living American and you’re an enemy of the state, a terrorist, which will be dealt with.

At One, Chelsea.. I beg you.. I urge you..

Run.