Post by Vengeance on Jan 17, 2016 12:18:47 GMT -5
Before Henson could make his point, Vengeance can be seen mouthing that looks generally like “duck miss” before jumping out of the ring and walking out through the crowd, leaving only Occulo and Howard. As Vengeance walks through the crowd, he high fives some fans. He shakes his head as KL Henson keeps speaking his garbage. He knew this supposedly new talent relations position was still going to be bullshit just like it was before. As Vengeance finally reached the backstage area and started to walk towards the locker room area, he had many thoughts running through his head. The first thought was the questionable booking abilities by WCF management. Why would they place him into this match, it makes completely no sense. Why would I even want to tag with Mikey Extreme? What good does this do for anyone? I have never even spoken to him nor have I ever even faced him. So why the bookers would put Vengeance into this match? The answer was simple. It took Vengeance a few minutes to reach the locker room area and then the answer popped into his head. Why was he thrown into this match? It was done as a match filler. This angered Vengeance more and more as he thought about it. He finally reached his locker room. As he opened the door he saw Chris sitting in the middle of the room on a metal folding chair. His look was unpleasant. Vengeance walked in the door and sat down on the other metal folding chair and looked at Chris. You could tell by the unpleasant look he gave Chris that he wasn’t happy, and each second that passed that no words were spoken, you could see anger. Vengeance reaches down to his suitcase and pulls a white towel and bottled water from it. He dumps about half of the bottled water onto the towel then starts wiping his face. He slowly removed his face paint, and then drank the rest of the bottled water; meanwhile Chris still sat there not moving with an angry look on his face. Vengeance dropped the bottle of water and looked at Chris.
Vengeance: Do you mind sharing why you’re so pissed off?
Chris: Do I really have to answer that question? I think you should already know the answer to that!
Vengeance: You are pissed off because I got thrown into some random tag match as filler? Thanks, at least someone has my back.
Chris: No I am not pissed off because of that. You got thrown into a random tag match with some of the top talent in this company. Explain to me why the fuck would you just walk out? You had a chance, a great chance to show you can still hang with the younger talent, but no you had to go and do things your way and just walk out. Do you honestly think that you just walking out will make a statement? Is that some silent protest? Are you some kind of closet hippie? I think you need to realize this isn’t 2013, this isn’t Rebellion that group is gone, this is 2016 you need to prove to everyone that you can still hang. Why can’t you understand this?
The look on Vengeance’s face said it all, it changed, and he became irritated as Chris obviously didn’t see things Vengeance’s way.
Vengeance: You really don’t get it do you? You’re just like everyone else. How many times do I need to prove myself? How many wins do I need to prove that I am hanging with the younger talent? How many people need to face their Last Rites before people go,” hey maybe we were all wrong about Vengeance”. If you honestly think that I’m not going to stand up for myself and let the guys in the back or the management team walk all over me, then I feel sorry for you, because it’s not going to happen. I don’t need a stable from 2013 to say what I want to say. If you want to be like them, I suggest you either go apply at WCF headquarters or you find someone else to be your client. I thought you knew me better than that. As a matter of fact, you sound just like everyone else. “Vengeance keeps winning but I don’t know how he does it” or “no one understands Vengeance” or “he must be lucky or his opponents had an off night”. Everyone wants to keep coming up with excuses on why I keep winning. You would think for once someone would be like yeah; Vengeance has it going on, he’s a true threat even in 2016.
I may not be the best, but I’m certainly not the worst. Would it honestly kill someone to say Vengeance is actually good? Or is that some fucking forbidden word because no one understands me? Why the fuck does anyone need to understand me? What you need to understand is that when you get into the ring with Vengeance, win, lose or draw, you’re getting your ass beat. Before you even think about saying a word Chris, what the fuck did I actually walk out on tonight? Did I walk out on my partner, Mikey Extreme? Fuck no; dude got his ass beat by someone named Bernard. Are you kidding me? That’s the kind of partner you want tagging with someone like me? A guy that got beat down by Bernard. Give me a fucking break already; this motherfucker couldn’t even manage to get to the ring. After watching that happen, he would have lost the match for us anyways. Why the fuck should I have stayed? There was nothing good about that situation at all. I thought this booking was bullshit from the start but I decided to go out there anyways, but after watching that, I realized this was a giant cluster fuck that should have never happened in the first place, so I decided to walk out. Matter of fact, I should have found Mikey when I get back here and beat his ass for getting his ass beat before the match even started. I’m going to take a shower, you need to do you fucking job instead of bitching and go get the card for next week.
Vengeance walks out of the room with a change of clothes and walks down to the showers. Chris gets up and slowly makes his way down to the management office to get the Slam card for next week. After Chris picks up the Slam card he looks at it and it reads non-title match Vengeance vs Mikey eXtreme. Chris thought this would be a great chance for Vengeance to prove himself against a former champion, seemingly forgetting everything that Vengeance had just sad. He quickly made his way back to the locker room and sat down in a metal folding chair waiting for Vengeance to return. Vengeance walked back into the room wearing gym shorts and a Vengeance t-shirt and sat back down on a metal chair.
Chris: Feel better?
Vengeance: Sure do. So what’s the plan for next week?
Chris: Actually you versus Mikey eXtreme
Vengeance: No shit, really? Finally, I get a title match. You know it’s about fucking time I get a real title match. Maybe I was wrong and people are starting to pay attention.
Chris looks down and the paper again.
Vengeance: Come on man you should be excited, me as a champion means more public appearances and more money in your pocket. How can that not be exciting?
Chris sighs.
Chris: It’s a non-title match.
Vengeance: It’s a what?
Chris: A non-title match.
Vengeance laughs.
Vengeance: That’s a good joke, nice try but I’m not falling for that.
Chris hands Vengeance the paper and he looks at it. He reads the words “Non-title match” and instantly anger filled his face. He crumbled the paper and threw it on the ground. Vengeance begins to speak in a soft angry voice.
Vengeance: I am sick and tired of getting fucked over by this company. I got tired of their bullshit in 2013, and I’m tired of it in 2016. To me this is just another slap in the face. I sit here and watch people return, people who are part time, and others get multiple shots at titles and I’m over here week after week beating people. I deserve an actual title shot. Not some bullshit title shot where I had no control over the outcome, like when Benjamin Atreyu decided to take me out. I deserve a real title shot. You know every week I seem to bring up retirement, and then I find myself an excuse to keep going or come up with new goals to stay. Recently I decided I wanted to win every available title at least once. That was my new motivation going into 2016, but honestly how many slaps in the face do I need to take to finally say you win and walk away? Is that the new plan of the WCF management? Push the old guys out and let the new ones take over? Do they finally want to get rid Vengeance? Why should I even show up to face Mikey next week? What is the point of that happening? So I take down Mighty Mikey, then what? What do I get out of the deal? I get nothing. I get the same old bullshit, well he got lucky again. This match doesn’t do anything for me. When I beat Mikey, I should become United States champion not just some mid card match filler, but then again I seemingly have become good at that. I’m done with this. People want to cry they don’t understand me; they want to ignore the fact that I’m better than they want to admit? Fuck this place, you win. Vengeance leaves everyone is happy. I’m going home.
Chris gives Vengeance a shocked look.
Chris: What do you mean home? Like the RV?
Vengeance shakes his head side to side.
Vengeance: Not the RV Home as in Home Home…………Iowa.
Chris’s eyes lit up and his jaw dropped. Vengeance had never revealed any personal information about who he was until now.
Chris: Whoa, Whoa, Whoa wait a minute, we have to think about this choice a little bit. You shouldn’t be making any choices out of anger. Can we at least talk about this?
Vengeance: There is nothing to talk about; I’ve made up my mind. If they want me in this company, then they need to start showing me a little bit of respect.
Chris: Ok so what if they don’t respect you? Who cares about that? Why don’t you just do what you do best and cause destruction? You can destroy people and property. I’m sure that will get their attention and they would have to listen to you then, right? Going home isn’t going to solve anything. I don’t think this is a good choice for anyone involved.
Vengeance gives a confused look.
Vengeance: Not good for everyone involved? Last time I checked, I’m the one who keeps getting fucked over. I don’t see you out there winning week after week. I don’t see you getting thrown into matches that make completely no sense. I don’t see you getting screwed over in some non-title bullshit. So explain to me how this will affect everyone involved? Wait…wait….wait I get it, you mean it’s not good for WCF because they will lose the guy who is the match filler for them. Is that what you mean? I’m pretty sure they could find some other dumbass on the roster to put in my vacated position. This doesn’t affect anyone but me. What do I care anyways? There is no point for me to go out week after week and not go anywhere. Why should I give Mikey eXtreme the pleasure to get his ass beat by me anyways? If he isn’t putting up the strap, this match is worthless and a time filler. I don’t care if I sound like a broken record or not, I’m done being this filler for WCF, fuck this bullshit. There is nothing you can say that’s going to change my mind. I already called ahead and booked my ticket home. My flight leaves in an hour. Fuck WCF, Fuck Mikey eXtreme, I’m out.
Vengeance stands up and grabs his bags, walking out the door. Chris sat there and watched he knew there was nothing more he could say or do to stop Vengeance from going home, or was there? Chris had been to Vengeance’s home a few times over the years and thought maybe he should give him a day or two then fly into Iowa and try to talk him into coming back. Vengeance walked out of the arena and got into a yellow cab and headed to the airport. He boarded a United Airlines flight and flew home to Iowa. Chris told Frank what happened and to give Frank the week off, paying for his hotel room in the area. Chris also stayed in the same hotel. Vengeance spent the next three hours on a united airplane before finally landing at the Des Moines International Airport. He got off the plane and grabbed his bag and walked outside to grab a cab. The temperature was in the middle 20’s, and there was snow on the ground. It had been awhile since Vengeance was home; the few people that were left in the airport gave him an awkward stare for wearing shorts in January. A yellow cab finally pulled up the curb and Vengeance got in the back seat. The cab driver asked him where to and he told him his address. The cab ride was about 30 minutes long. Vengeance sat quietly in the back seat looking out the window. It was around 3 am and the city was calm. A few cars could be seen driving on the opposite side of the road. The bright city turned into dark country as they headed out of town. Before long, the cab driver turned down quiet country roads that lead to Vengeance’s house in the middle of nowhere. Finally the cab turned down the long drive and parked in the front of Vengeance’s house. He paid the driver and climbed out of the back seat and shut the door. The driver slowly drove away, as his tail lights disappeared in the distance. Vengeance stood outside looking at his house.
The house was medium sized, four bedrooms, nothing too fancy, just a nice place to call home. Vengeance then looked over to his right where he had a large, heated pole building. He dropped his bag at the door to his house and walked to the pole building. He grabbed the keys in his pocket and unlocked the door. He slowly turned the knob pushing the door open and walking through, closing the door behind him. He reached to his left and flipped on four light switches that lit up the inside of the building and started the buildings heating system. Vengeance slowly looked around the building. He looked at his personal gym area and then glanced at his personal wrestling ring. He slowly made his way to the ring and climbed up the steps, then through the middle rope and finally sitting near the turn buckles. Vengeance just sat there seemingly staring at the ring ropes in a day dream, as the loud clicking noise in the background from the heaters hanging from the celling finally kicked on. He had a million thoughts running through his head. Did he really make the right choice? Was walking away from WCF a good idea? No one could answer these questions but himself and he knew this would take time. But a lot of time is something he didn’t have as Slam was less than a week away. He blinked his eyes a few times thinking what everyone would think of him if he actually didn’t return this Sunday. Would they stand up for his choice and support him, or laugh at him and call him a quitter? Would anyone actually care that he would be gone? All these questions couldn’t possibly be answered right away. But one person who would benefit from this would be Mikey eXtreme. Or would he? In one hand, he would have nothing to lose in this match, but on the other hand if he actually beat Vengeance he could continue on being the dominate United States champion. But in reality, Vengeance knew that would have happened anyways so why give in the pleasure of facing him?
Vengeance slowly stood up, grabbing each rope helping him stand up. He again looks over the building and back at the ring. He decides to run and bounce of the ropes one more time and a smile over comes to his face. He knew deep down that if he sticks with his choice and retires he would be comfortable with it and ready to move on with his life, or so he thought. Vengeance grabs the top rope and pulls it towards him a few times, making sure the ropes were still holding up after all, they hadn’t been used in the past year. He again smiles and slowly climbs out of the ring and walks towards the door. He reaches the door and turns around giving one more look to his personal ring. He shuts down the lights but leaves the heaters on. He opens the door and walks out closing the door behind him. He slowly crosses part of the drive way and walks towards the house. He stops at the front door and grabs his bag. He once again reaches for his keys and unlocks the front door and opens it. As he walks through the door, he closes it behind him and turns on the lights. He immediately goes to his left and turns up the heat in the house and the furnace kicks in. He dropped his bag on the floor and walked through the house to make sure everything was still the same. He had a few friends keep an eye on the house while he was gone to make sure nothing serious happened without him knowing, and also to turn on the heat during the winter so the pipes wouldn’t freeze. Vengeance walked in to what he called his wrestling room. On the walls were pictures from past matches, titles he won throughout his career, and a few autographs. He also kept a medium-sized wooden desk in this room which held his desktop computer.
He decided to sit down on the black leather chair and turned on his computer. As he waited for the computer to start he took a look around the room once more and smiled. He had a picture for every great moment from his career and this also made him feel more comfortable retiring. The computer finally turned on and it took Vengeance a few failed login attempts before he finally remembered his password. Once he got logged in, he pulled up his work email and decided to contact WCF management and request retirement papers. Once logged into his email, he started typing out the email requested retirement papers.
To: WCFManagement@WCF.com
From: Vengeance@WCF.com
Subject: Retirement
To whom it may concern,
Good Morning. I am writing you this morning to request that my retirement papers be sent to me so I may retire from wrestling. I have been thinking about this for the past few months and I have decided it would be best for me and everyone involved to finally hang it up for good. This being my fourth year in WCF, it may have been a short, but all good things must come to an end. I am thankful you approached me with a contract offer in late 2012. You gave me a chance to have a new place to call home. But over the past few months, I have felt like I have not been given the chances to succeed like I deserve and I have been pushed aside for the newer, younger talent. Obviously if this is your business plan, I refuse to continue to be a match filler for you. If you have any questions regarding this matter, please contact my agent, Chris, as I will be unavailable for the next few days.
Sincerely,
Vengeance
Vengeance stared at the screen for a few minutes before moving the mouse and clicking the send button. After the email was sent, Vengeance closed out of the browser and shut down the computer. He sighed as he spun the chair around from the desk. He was finally starting to get tired. So many emotions ran through his head after Slam, he decided he would finally go to bed. Vengeance stood up and walked out of the room turning off the lights in the process. He walked down a short hallway, which led to his bedroom. He turned on the light and looked around. Everything was still in the same place he left it the year before. The walls are a tan color with nothing hanging from them. His king size bed, which has black sheets and a black comforter, takes up quite bit of space in the room. Vengeance pulls the sheets down and climbs in bed and lays there for a few minutes, trying to clear the final thoughts so he can go to sleep.
Vengeance managed to sleep longer than anyone would have guessed. It was 4 pm before Vengeance woke up. As he slowly opened his eyes, he laid there a few minutes before moving. He then sat up in bed and reached for his cell phone which was sitting on a stand next to his bed. He unlocked his Samsung smart phone and noticed he had 31 missed calls with 31 new voicemails, all from Chris. He decided to listen to the voicemails and each one was nearly the same. “Vengeance, what’s going on? Please call me.” they said. He decided to call Chris back.
Ring…Ring…Ring
Chris: Hello? Dude why the hell didn’t you answer my phone calls? I called 31 times and left 31 voicemails, how many more do you need to call someone back?
Vengeance: I just woke up.
Chris: You just woke up? It’s after 4 in the afternoon. You’re supposed to be training.
Vengeance: Training for what? I told you I was going to retire and I went home, what more do you need?
Chris: Yeah I heard you go on your rant when you were pissed off last night. And I really didn’t think I would be getting a call from the WCF office asking why they received an email requesting papers for you to retire. I mean come on, you win, great joke. You need to get back on that plane by the end of the week. You’re booked to face Mikey eXtreme, enough with this retirement bullshit.
Vengeance: Listen I told you I was done being the guy they just throw into matches. I’m tired of getting screwed over week after week. I don’t enjoy that. To be honest with you, I don’t see what the big deal is if I happened to retire. Who cares really? WCF is signing new people all the time. All these guys who have been around awhile that are still active, sooner or later, will go down the same road I’m on. Quite frankly Chris, I’m happy to be home.
Chris sighs into the phone out of frustration.
Chris: Ok I’ll fall for it, what do I have to do to make you not retire?
Vengeance: You know what I want. I want a fair chance at a title. That’s all I’m asking for. I need that for so many reasons. Part of it is to complete my goal, and the other part is I want to prove to everyone, and most importantly to myself, that I can hang and be even better than any of our current champions. If you can’t do that, then hey, I’m more than happy staying at home doing nothing.
Chris: You know I can’t do that. You know I have no choice on who gets what. That’s an unfair demand. How am I supposed to get that done by Sunday? Can’t you at least give me until the Pay-Per-View at the end of the month?
Vengeance: You know Chris, I’ll have to think about that. Right now, I honestly have no motivation to fight Mikey eXtreme in a non-title match. I think that is an insult to me, and I think that it was done on purpose.
Chris: Can I at least come to Iowa so we can actually sit down and talk about this face to face? Please?
Vengeance: Yeah I guess that would ok with me. No matter what happens at the end of the day, we are still friends. I’ll even get your ticket booked for you and you can fly out tonight. I’ll pick you up at the airport. Oh and one more thing. You can call back the WCF and tell them that if I do decide to come back, their United States champion is going to get his ass beat like some little bitch. See you tonight.
Click.
Vengeance hangs up the phone. He then dials United Airlines and books a one way ticket for Chris to fly in later that night. Vengeance decided to do nothing during the day and decided to go back to sleep. He slept for the next 5 hours waking up around 9:30. After he woke up, he called for a cab to pick up Chris from the airport as his flight came in around 9:45. Vengeance laid there in the dark staring at the ceiling, thinking about his life. He thought about where he started and what has become of his life and career. Before he could think too much in to it, headlights appeared going down the driveway. He sat up in bed as he knew that the taxi was bringing Chris. A car door slammed and a few seconds later, the doorbell rang. Vengeances made the slow walk to the front door and opened it.
Vengeance: Welcome.
Chris: Dude, what the fuck are you doing? You look like shit, did you just wake up?
Vengeance: Yeah I did.
Chris: What the fuck? How long did you sleep today?
Vengeance: I can’t remember, it’s been over twelve but less than twenty hours. Who cares anyway? What does it matter? I’m retired now, I deserve relaxing times.
Chris: Yeah about that, we need to talk.
Vengeance: I told you there is nothing to talk about. I’m done with wrestling. Why the fuck would I want to go back and face Mikey eXtreme? I don’t even remember who the hell he is besides the dumbass that got his ass beat at Slam before he could even make it into the ring.
Chris: Don’t you have a gym and a ring around here somewhere? It’s fucking cold out here. Why the fuck do you even live in this awful state anyways?
Vengeance: I like it here, it’s quiet. To answer your question, yeah I do, it’s in the pole building behind you, follow me.
Vengeance walks out of the house and closes the door. He slowly makes his way across the driveway followed by Chris. As he reached the pole building, he opened the door and flipped on three light switches that lit up the inside. Chris followed him inside and Vengeance closed the door behind him.
Chris: Wow, this is impressive. This reminds me of a wrestling school. You got everything in here: weights, full sized wrestling ring, you could put on your own shows in here!
Vengeance: You know, that is not a bad idea. I have always dreamed about opening a wrestling school. I’d be good at teaching some new talent and show them what it takes to succeed in this business.
Chris laughs.
Chris: Yeah maybe when you’re old and gray you could do that. But not now, I can’t let you give up that much of your career because you don’t agree with the booking. Be honest with me, have you ever thought about asking the management team or the booking team to put you into different kinds of matches? I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t mind having a few hardcore matches every so often. You used to shine in that stuff, man. Hardcore wrestling made your career; you know that as well as I do. Honestly, I think people are starting to realize that when the face paint goes on, you are a totally different person then what you are without it. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s like someone getting into the zone before some big sporting event. I want you to honestly tell me why walking away and retiring from this business that you love so much is a good idea.
Vengeance: Is it a good idea? I don’t know and I don’t know if I ever said it. You know everyone has a breaking point. I think they finally hit it.
Chris gets closer to Vengeance’s face.
Chris: That is the biggest bullshit excuse I have ever heard in my life. Is that what you’re going to turn out to be? Some bitter retired wrestler who quit because he didn’t get his way? Is that what you really want everyone to remember you as? Do you really think you could even open a wrestling school if you acted like that? Did it ever occur to you that if you did beat Mikey eXtreme, the company would have to consider you a top or one of the top contenders for that Untied States title? Did…….
Vengeance interrupts.
Vengeance: I have to beat Mikey eXtreme to be considered a contender? That has to be the biggest pile of bullshit I have ever heard in my life. Do really think someone like Mikey eXtreme could take down someone on my level? He is probably the worst United States champion I have ever seen walk through these doors.
Vengeance’s face turns angry, as Chris seemed to push a button
Vengeance: Mikey, this roster is full of delusional people and you are no exception. You decide to leave that shit Brooklyn, New York with your dumb fucking accent that sounds like you have a bag of dicks in your mouth, and you pretend to love America. It’s people like you who ruin this country and its people like you who make the rest of the world hate New York. A wise man once said, Vengeance is probably one of the most underrated talents in WCF. I have been here four years; Mikey, four long years and I still get told I’m underrated. Why am I underrated you ask? Because no one cares about Vengeance, Mikey, NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT VENGEANCE.
But honestly ask me if I truly care what people think of me. Come on Mikey fucking ask me already! ASK ME MIKEY, ASK ME! Sometimes it takes a little motivation and sometimes people push the right button that flips a switch up here, MIKEY UP HERE.
Vengeance slaps his head.
Vengeance: Right here, Mikey. Do you see it? It’s people like you who underestimate me, isn’t it? It’s people like you who think they have a feel for what it’s like to step in the ring with someone like me. You can admit it or not, you want to me just like me. You want to be that guy who stops at nothing to win. You want to be that guy who thinks he’s dark and thinks he’s hardcore. You want to be the guy who thinks he’s Vengeance, but could never quite make it to my level. After all you are the king of extreme and darkness, right? That’s enough proof right there that says you want to be Vengeance. You took who I am and changed the name and tried to make it your own. But it won’t work for you, Mikey, listen to me IT WON’T WORK.
Just like I told Chris, my dream has always been to open a wrestling school and teach the young talent. Teach them an art form that has been lost. The art of hardcore wrestling has been gone from this company for some time because of newer talent like you, Mikey. This new talent thinks they know what it takes to be extreme or to be hardcore but the reality is that you guys are a bunch of bitches, you couldn’t hold my ball sack in a hardcore match and your claim to be extreme is complete bullshit. You may have people drinking your Kool-Aid but I’m not one of them. Luckily for you Mikey NOTeXtreme, I also like teaching.
Since WCF decided to protect you at Slam, in so many different ways, it still will be a good learning experience for you. This will be your first private, or I should say public lession on why the wise people call me underrated. Hell, I’m probably the most underrated dangerous mother fucker on this roster. I honestly don’t see what people see in you. I don’t even know how you’re a champion. Wait I do know, because they fucking protect you. Whose dick did you suck for that? Is that how the so called King of NOTextreme works? You suck someone’s dick so they protect you? Is that how you have been champion so long? Did I miss the memo to the dick sucking conference?
Vengeance walks to the ring and slowly climbs the stairs and climbs through the middle rope.
Vengeance: You’re so stereotypical, Mikey, and it’s sad everyone has been blind to it. You’re that guy who was watching WCF TV a few years ago, watching someone like me who is the true KING OF VIOLENCE, doing what you had only dreamed of doing and that is winning the biggest prize in hardcore wrestling. Your parents bought you the Vengeance action figures, the shirts, the mask, all the hardcore accessories and you pretended to be me. You played your fake wrestling matches with my action figures, you dreamed up new hardcore matches. Then you got your friends hooked on WCF. This lead to backyard wrestling, where you could physically pretend to be Vengeance. You put on the shirt, the mask and started wrestling around with your friends in the backyard, showing them what hardcore wrestling was all about.
Vengeance leans over the ropes.
Vengeance: Then you finally decided you wanted to become a real life wrestler after all of your backyard wrestling with friends and playing with action figures because when you’re over the age of 10, all of that is looked down upon. You finally worked you’re way into a WCF contract. Then while thinking of things to make yourself interesting, you wanted to create Vengeance 2.0 but you couldn’t be my clone. So what do you do? You said your last name was going to be eXtreme; you’re going to change King of Violence into the King of eXtreme, change the master of mind games into the King of Darkness. Then instead of wearing my face paint, you decided to pretend to be all about America.
You knew deep down inside that you need to copy me and make it so no one would catch it. But I caught it. I can see it clear as day. You aren’t me Mikey, you could never be me. I would suggest you find someone new to copy because you aren’t on my level. You will never be on my level. Do you know what you are, Mikey? Do you? You are someone who I used to be a long time ago. You’re someone who will always be content with where they are at. As for me, you will be nothing more than a stepping stone for me. You will be the person who will be responsible for the rise of Vengeance again. How does that make you feel? You helped your childhood hardcore hero get the footing he was looking for. So maybe, just maybe, I can’t hate you for that, or should I?
Vengeance looks down to the floor and slowly back up.
Vengeance: I want you to be completely honest with yourself and everyone else. What happens when I destroy you at Slam? Is it supposed to happen? Do the experts believe that there protected champion will actually get destroyed by someone like me? I would say they better fucking believe it will happen, because it will. Then what will happen, Mikey? Will I still be underrated after I physically destroy a so called “champion”? I would almost be willing to bet that after I beat you at Slam, my name will pop up in the contendership talk for that United States title. I don’t need some American gimmick to be placed in that talk like you do. What I need is a chance. That chance will happen, Mikey, I promise you that.
Vengeance runs both this hand over his face.
Vengeance: What just happened? I think I blacked out.
Chris: WOW. Um, I’m not sure but I don’t think you’re going to retire. There is no way in hell I believe you’re going to retire. It’s in your blood, this is your life.
Vengeance looks at Chris before speaking.
Vengeance: I think you’re right. I’m not going to run away from this. I’m not retiring…..I’M NOT FUCKING RETIRING!
With a tear in his eye, Chris starts clapping.
Vengeance: Give me a fucking break. I never unpacked my shit. Let’s get on this plane and get the fuck out of here.
Vengeance reached down in his left pocket and pulled his smart phone out. He called United Airlines and spoke to one of his local friends. Vengeance requested two first class tickets to Raleigh, North Carolina. His friend told him to be there in the next hour and they could be the next flight out of town. Vengeance agreed they would be there and hung up the phone, then placed a call to yellow cab company for a cab. They waited for the next 10 minutes in the pole building, just talking about random stuff that no one really cared about. After the cab showed up, Vengeance turned out all the lights and locked all of the doors to the house and pole building before getting into the cab with Chris.
The two rode in the back seat to the airport which took around 15 minutes, as the cab driver seemed to have no respect for the local speed limit. After arriving at the airport, they were hurried through security and boarded the plane. Over the next few hours, both Vengeance and Chris slept on the flight. They seemed to sleep through the whole plane ride, waking up minutes before it landed. Once they landed, they got off the plane, grabbed their bags, and called for a cab. The two got in the back seat again and went to the Hilton where Frank was staying at. Vengeance and Chris both walked to the RV sitting in the parking lot, waiting for Frank to come down out of his hotel room. Once they got in the RV, Chris sat down at the table and opened his laptop pushing the power button. He decided he should email WCF management back and advise them that Vengeance would not be retiring and that he would be appearing at Slam, as booked. Vengeance disappeared to the back bed room for around ten minutes. Vengeance then walked out of the room with his face paint on, dressed in all black. Chris noticed it and knew not to say a word, and he just watched as Vengeance walked out of the RV and disappeared into the dark. He disappeared into a dark park and sat near the hotel. Vengeance found a wooden bench where he decided to sit. The night was cool as you could see your breath, Vengeance starts speaking softly.
Vengeance: So here we are, Mikey, just days away from the Slam you fear. Earlier when I said who the fuck is Mikey eXtreme, it was spoken in sarcasm. I know exactly who you are and exactly who you think you are. Now I know me talking may go on for far too long, but you can sit your ass down and listen to what the fuck I have to say. I’m going to keep talking until I damn well please and you’re going to sit there like my little bitch and listen to me. After all, that’s going to be the whole moral of this story, isn’t it? Mikey became Vengeance’s little bitch. I know you’re going to come up and cut your promo and give that tough guy talk like everyone does every week, but that’s all it is and that’s all you are is talk.
This is the guy you want, isn’t it Mikey? I am your hardcore hero. This paint that covers my face makes you in awe, doesn’t it? Deep down inside you’re scared of me because you are not me. Look at yourself Mikey do you honestly believe these people of America want to listen to your propaganda? It doesn’t matter to you does it? These people of this great country don’t matter to you, do they?
Vengeance takes a breath and you can see his exhale in the cold air and he starts speaking in a aggressive voice.
Vengeance: Don’t underestimate my claims that 2016 would be a new beginning for me. For I am the same person as I was before. You and your dark lords are powerless against me Mikey. You all are beneath me. Does that make me a bad guy? NO! What that makes me, Mikey, Is your god. I am the god you will look to for answers. I am the god you will soon beg to save you. Nothing has changed, Mikey. This painted face says it all. Do you hear it? There is nothing you can do, or could have done.
Why are they protecting you Mikey? Do you care to explain yourself? Why are they protecting that title? Actually don’t answer that, I already know what you are going to say, I don’t deserve a title shot right? Typical answer Mikey, The more I sit here on this bench talking about you makes me feel embarrassed that you decided to copy you hardcore hero. I feel embarrassed you truly think you know what the darkness is about, I feel embarrassed you think you are the king of anything. Truth hurts Mikey, as your new god I must tell you, you don’t belong with people like me. You don’t deserve to stand in the same ring, you don’t deserve to feel my sweat fall of my body, and you don’t deserve Vengeance.
I guess in a way you are a lucky man. You’re not lucky because your better than me, you’re not lucky because you can beat me, you’re lucky because they protect you. They protect you because everyone has fallen in love with your American propaganda. No matter how crazy you act, or how stupid your fantasy promos sound, they simply love you because everyone loves America. America promises a better life for everyone. Not me Mikey. I can see right through it. I haven’t been this excited about a match since 2013. Not because of America, not because of you, but because when I physically destroy your American dreams, oh and by the way fuck Barnard Core, I’m taking that title away from you.
Your attempts to cut me down will be laughable, but I have no doubt you will make a worthless effort. Since you are a part of this need breed of talent that has come in within the past year or so, let me give you some advice. As you god I advise you to buy some WCF dvd’s from 2013. Watch that man who won the hardcore title. That man, Mikey, has never left. He simply has been sleeping. When I went home I needed to find answers, and I found them. This world needs people like me to end people like you.
So here we are Mikey, just a short time away from your ass beating of a life time. I still feel sorry for you. It’s people like you who think they understand me but you don’t. You have no clue what goes through this genius mind of mine. But don’t feel bad Mikey, it’s been a hot topic of late. What exactly is Vengeance? Vengeance hasn’t changed one bit, I’m still that hardcore loving man who has no shame walking on the dark side. At Slam you, Mikey, get to experience first hand why I’m secretly climbing that ladder once again. You get to find out why deep down inside people fear me. You get to find out why Vengeance has stayed the course for the past 4 years. Old school vets or the new breed, none of it matters Vengeance is Vengeance and I’m here to stay.
You may claim Mikey’s Amercia, but you’re in Vengeance’s world. The book of extreme closes. This Sunday at Slam you will be read your last rites.
Vengeance: Do you mind sharing why you’re so pissed off?
Chris: Do I really have to answer that question? I think you should already know the answer to that!
Vengeance: You are pissed off because I got thrown into some random tag match as filler? Thanks, at least someone has my back.
Chris: No I am not pissed off because of that. You got thrown into a random tag match with some of the top talent in this company. Explain to me why the fuck would you just walk out? You had a chance, a great chance to show you can still hang with the younger talent, but no you had to go and do things your way and just walk out. Do you honestly think that you just walking out will make a statement? Is that some silent protest? Are you some kind of closet hippie? I think you need to realize this isn’t 2013, this isn’t Rebellion that group is gone, this is 2016 you need to prove to everyone that you can still hang. Why can’t you understand this?
The look on Vengeance’s face said it all, it changed, and he became irritated as Chris obviously didn’t see things Vengeance’s way.
Vengeance: You really don’t get it do you? You’re just like everyone else. How many times do I need to prove myself? How many wins do I need to prove that I am hanging with the younger talent? How many people need to face their Last Rites before people go,” hey maybe we were all wrong about Vengeance”. If you honestly think that I’m not going to stand up for myself and let the guys in the back or the management team walk all over me, then I feel sorry for you, because it’s not going to happen. I don’t need a stable from 2013 to say what I want to say. If you want to be like them, I suggest you either go apply at WCF headquarters or you find someone else to be your client. I thought you knew me better than that. As a matter of fact, you sound just like everyone else. “Vengeance keeps winning but I don’t know how he does it” or “no one understands Vengeance” or “he must be lucky or his opponents had an off night”. Everyone wants to keep coming up with excuses on why I keep winning. You would think for once someone would be like yeah; Vengeance has it going on, he’s a true threat even in 2016.
I may not be the best, but I’m certainly not the worst. Would it honestly kill someone to say Vengeance is actually good? Or is that some fucking forbidden word because no one understands me? Why the fuck does anyone need to understand me? What you need to understand is that when you get into the ring with Vengeance, win, lose or draw, you’re getting your ass beat. Before you even think about saying a word Chris, what the fuck did I actually walk out on tonight? Did I walk out on my partner, Mikey Extreme? Fuck no; dude got his ass beat by someone named Bernard. Are you kidding me? That’s the kind of partner you want tagging with someone like me? A guy that got beat down by Bernard. Give me a fucking break already; this motherfucker couldn’t even manage to get to the ring. After watching that happen, he would have lost the match for us anyways. Why the fuck should I have stayed? There was nothing good about that situation at all. I thought this booking was bullshit from the start but I decided to go out there anyways, but after watching that, I realized this was a giant cluster fuck that should have never happened in the first place, so I decided to walk out. Matter of fact, I should have found Mikey when I get back here and beat his ass for getting his ass beat before the match even started. I’m going to take a shower, you need to do you fucking job instead of bitching and go get the card for next week.
Vengeance walks out of the room with a change of clothes and walks down to the showers. Chris gets up and slowly makes his way down to the management office to get the Slam card for next week. After Chris picks up the Slam card he looks at it and it reads non-title match Vengeance vs Mikey eXtreme. Chris thought this would be a great chance for Vengeance to prove himself against a former champion, seemingly forgetting everything that Vengeance had just sad. He quickly made his way back to the locker room and sat down in a metal folding chair waiting for Vengeance to return. Vengeance walked back into the room wearing gym shorts and a Vengeance t-shirt and sat back down on a metal chair.
Chris: Feel better?
Vengeance: Sure do. So what’s the plan for next week?
Chris: Actually you versus Mikey eXtreme
Vengeance: No shit, really? Finally, I get a title match. You know it’s about fucking time I get a real title match. Maybe I was wrong and people are starting to pay attention.
Chris looks down and the paper again.
Vengeance: Come on man you should be excited, me as a champion means more public appearances and more money in your pocket. How can that not be exciting?
Chris sighs.
Chris: It’s a non-title match.
Vengeance: It’s a what?
Chris: A non-title match.
Vengeance laughs.
Vengeance: That’s a good joke, nice try but I’m not falling for that.
Chris hands Vengeance the paper and he looks at it. He reads the words “Non-title match” and instantly anger filled his face. He crumbled the paper and threw it on the ground. Vengeance begins to speak in a soft angry voice.
Vengeance: I am sick and tired of getting fucked over by this company. I got tired of their bullshit in 2013, and I’m tired of it in 2016. To me this is just another slap in the face. I sit here and watch people return, people who are part time, and others get multiple shots at titles and I’m over here week after week beating people. I deserve an actual title shot. Not some bullshit title shot where I had no control over the outcome, like when Benjamin Atreyu decided to take me out. I deserve a real title shot. You know every week I seem to bring up retirement, and then I find myself an excuse to keep going or come up with new goals to stay. Recently I decided I wanted to win every available title at least once. That was my new motivation going into 2016, but honestly how many slaps in the face do I need to take to finally say you win and walk away? Is that the new plan of the WCF management? Push the old guys out and let the new ones take over? Do they finally want to get rid Vengeance? Why should I even show up to face Mikey next week? What is the point of that happening? So I take down Mighty Mikey, then what? What do I get out of the deal? I get nothing. I get the same old bullshit, well he got lucky again. This match doesn’t do anything for me. When I beat Mikey, I should become United States champion not just some mid card match filler, but then again I seemingly have become good at that. I’m done with this. People want to cry they don’t understand me; they want to ignore the fact that I’m better than they want to admit? Fuck this place, you win. Vengeance leaves everyone is happy. I’m going home.
Chris gives Vengeance a shocked look.
Chris: What do you mean home? Like the RV?
Vengeance shakes his head side to side.
Vengeance: Not the RV Home as in Home Home…………Iowa.
Chris’s eyes lit up and his jaw dropped. Vengeance had never revealed any personal information about who he was until now.
Chris: Whoa, Whoa, Whoa wait a minute, we have to think about this choice a little bit. You shouldn’t be making any choices out of anger. Can we at least talk about this?
Vengeance: There is nothing to talk about; I’ve made up my mind. If they want me in this company, then they need to start showing me a little bit of respect.
Chris: Ok so what if they don’t respect you? Who cares about that? Why don’t you just do what you do best and cause destruction? You can destroy people and property. I’m sure that will get their attention and they would have to listen to you then, right? Going home isn’t going to solve anything. I don’t think this is a good choice for anyone involved.
Vengeance gives a confused look.
Vengeance: Not good for everyone involved? Last time I checked, I’m the one who keeps getting fucked over. I don’t see you out there winning week after week. I don’t see you getting thrown into matches that make completely no sense. I don’t see you getting screwed over in some non-title bullshit. So explain to me how this will affect everyone involved? Wait…wait….wait I get it, you mean it’s not good for WCF because they will lose the guy who is the match filler for them. Is that what you mean? I’m pretty sure they could find some other dumbass on the roster to put in my vacated position. This doesn’t affect anyone but me. What do I care anyways? There is no point for me to go out week after week and not go anywhere. Why should I give Mikey eXtreme the pleasure to get his ass beat by me anyways? If he isn’t putting up the strap, this match is worthless and a time filler. I don’t care if I sound like a broken record or not, I’m done being this filler for WCF, fuck this bullshit. There is nothing you can say that’s going to change my mind. I already called ahead and booked my ticket home. My flight leaves in an hour. Fuck WCF, Fuck Mikey eXtreme, I’m out.
Vengeance stands up and grabs his bags, walking out the door. Chris sat there and watched he knew there was nothing more he could say or do to stop Vengeance from going home, or was there? Chris had been to Vengeance’s home a few times over the years and thought maybe he should give him a day or two then fly into Iowa and try to talk him into coming back. Vengeance walked out of the arena and got into a yellow cab and headed to the airport. He boarded a United Airlines flight and flew home to Iowa. Chris told Frank what happened and to give Frank the week off, paying for his hotel room in the area. Chris also stayed in the same hotel. Vengeance spent the next three hours on a united airplane before finally landing at the Des Moines International Airport. He got off the plane and grabbed his bag and walked outside to grab a cab. The temperature was in the middle 20’s, and there was snow on the ground. It had been awhile since Vengeance was home; the few people that were left in the airport gave him an awkward stare for wearing shorts in January. A yellow cab finally pulled up the curb and Vengeance got in the back seat. The cab driver asked him where to and he told him his address. The cab ride was about 30 minutes long. Vengeance sat quietly in the back seat looking out the window. It was around 3 am and the city was calm. A few cars could be seen driving on the opposite side of the road. The bright city turned into dark country as they headed out of town. Before long, the cab driver turned down quiet country roads that lead to Vengeance’s house in the middle of nowhere. Finally the cab turned down the long drive and parked in the front of Vengeance’s house. He paid the driver and climbed out of the back seat and shut the door. The driver slowly drove away, as his tail lights disappeared in the distance. Vengeance stood outside looking at his house.
The house was medium sized, four bedrooms, nothing too fancy, just a nice place to call home. Vengeance then looked over to his right where he had a large, heated pole building. He dropped his bag at the door to his house and walked to the pole building. He grabbed the keys in his pocket and unlocked the door. He slowly turned the knob pushing the door open and walking through, closing the door behind him. He reached to his left and flipped on four light switches that lit up the inside of the building and started the buildings heating system. Vengeance slowly looked around the building. He looked at his personal gym area and then glanced at his personal wrestling ring. He slowly made his way to the ring and climbed up the steps, then through the middle rope and finally sitting near the turn buckles. Vengeance just sat there seemingly staring at the ring ropes in a day dream, as the loud clicking noise in the background from the heaters hanging from the celling finally kicked on. He had a million thoughts running through his head. Did he really make the right choice? Was walking away from WCF a good idea? No one could answer these questions but himself and he knew this would take time. But a lot of time is something he didn’t have as Slam was less than a week away. He blinked his eyes a few times thinking what everyone would think of him if he actually didn’t return this Sunday. Would they stand up for his choice and support him, or laugh at him and call him a quitter? Would anyone actually care that he would be gone? All these questions couldn’t possibly be answered right away. But one person who would benefit from this would be Mikey eXtreme. Or would he? In one hand, he would have nothing to lose in this match, but on the other hand if he actually beat Vengeance he could continue on being the dominate United States champion. But in reality, Vengeance knew that would have happened anyways so why give in the pleasure of facing him?
Vengeance slowly stood up, grabbing each rope helping him stand up. He again looks over the building and back at the ring. He decides to run and bounce of the ropes one more time and a smile over comes to his face. He knew deep down that if he sticks with his choice and retires he would be comfortable with it and ready to move on with his life, or so he thought. Vengeance grabs the top rope and pulls it towards him a few times, making sure the ropes were still holding up after all, they hadn’t been used in the past year. He again smiles and slowly climbs out of the ring and walks towards the door. He reaches the door and turns around giving one more look to his personal ring. He shuts down the lights but leaves the heaters on. He opens the door and walks out closing the door behind him. He slowly crosses part of the drive way and walks towards the house. He stops at the front door and grabs his bag. He once again reaches for his keys and unlocks the front door and opens it. As he walks through the door, he closes it behind him and turns on the lights. He immediately goes to his left and turns up the heat in the house and the furnace kicks in. He dropped his bag on the floor and walked through the house to make sure everything was still the same. He had a few friends keep an eye on the house while he was gone to make sure nothing serious happened without him knowing, and also to turn on the heat during the winter so the pipes wouldn’t freeze. Vengeance walked in to what he called his wrestling room. On the walls were pictures from past matches, titles he won throughout his career, and a few autographs. He also kept a medium-sized wooden desk in this room which held his desktop computer.
He decided to sit down on the black leather chair and turned on his computer. As he waited for the computer to start he took a look around the room once more and smiled. He had a picture for every great moment from his career and this also made him feel more comfortable retiring. The computer finally turned on and it took Vengeance a few failed login attempts before he finally remembered his password. Once he got logged in, he pulled up his work email and decided to contact WCF management and request retirement papers. Once logged into his email, he started typing out the email requested retirement papers.
To: WCFManagement@WCF.com
From: Vengeance@WCF.com
Subject: Retirement
To whom it may concern,
Good Morning. I am writing you this morning to request that my retirement papers be sent to me so I may retire from wrestling. I have been thinking about this for the past few months and I have decided it would be best for me and everyone involved to finally hang it up for good. This being my fourth year in WCF, it may have been a short, but all good things must come to an end. I am thankful you approached me with a contract offer in late 2012. You gave me a chance to have a new place to call home. But over the past few months, I have felt like I have not been given the chances to succeed like I deserve and I have been pushed aside for the newer, younger talent. Obviously if this is your business plan, I refuse to continue to be a match filler for you. If you have any questions regarding this matter, please contact my agent, Chris, as I will be unavailable for the next few days.
Sincerely,
Vengeance
Vengeance stared at the screen for a few minutes before moving the mouse and clicking the send button. After the email was sent, Vengeance closed out of the browser and shut down the computer. He sighed as he spun the chair around from the desk. He was finally starting to get tired. So many emotions ran through his head after Slam, he decided he would finally go to bed. Vengeance stood up and walked out of the room turning off the lights in the process. He walked down a short hallway, which led to his bedroom. He turned on the light and looked around. Everything was still in the same place he left it the year before. The walls are a tan color with nothing hanging from them. His king size bed, which has black sheets and a black comforter, takes up quite bit of space in the room. Vengeance pulls the sheets down and climbs in bed and lays there for a few minutes, trying to clear the final thoughts so he can go to sleep.
Vengeance managed to sleep longer than anyone would have guessed. It was 4 pm before Vengeance woke up. As he slowly opened his eyes, he laid there a few minutes before moving. He then sat up in bed and reached for his cell phone which was sitting on a stand next to his bed. He unlocked his Samsung smart phone and noticed he had 31 missed calls with 31 new voicemails, all from Chris. He decided to listen to the voicemails and each one was nearly the same. “Vengeance, what’s going on? Please call me.” they said. He decided to call Chris back.
Ring…Ring…Ring
Chris: Hello? Dude why the hell didn’t you answer my phone calls? I called 31 times and left 31 voicemails, how many more do you need to call someone back?
Vengeance: I just woke up.
Chris: You just woke up? It’s after 4 in the afternoon. You’re supposed to be training.
Vengeance: Training for what? I told you I was going to retire and I went home, what more do you need?
Chris: Yeah I heard you go on your rant when you were pissed off last night. And I really didn’t think I would be getting a call from the WCF office asking why they received an email requesting papers for you to retire. I mean come on, you win, great joke. You need to get back on that plane by the end of the week. You’re booked to face Mikey eXtreme, enough with this retirement bullshit.
Vengeance: Listen I told you I was done being the guy they just throw into matches. I’m tired of getting screwed over week after week. I don’t enjoy that. To be honest with you, I don’t see what the big deal is if I happened to retire. Who cares really? WCF is signing new people all the time. All these guys who have been around awhile that are still active, sooner or later, will go down the same road I’m on. Quite frankly Chris, I’m happy to be home.
Chris sighs into the phone out of frustration.
Chris: Ok I’ll fall for it, what do I have to do to make you not retire?
Vengeance: You know what I want. I want a fair chance at a title. That’s all I’m asking for. I need that for so many reasons. Part of it is to complete my goal, and the other part is I want to prove to everyone, and most importantly to myself, that I can hang and be even better than any of our current champions. If you can’t do that, then hey, I’m more than happy staying at home doing nothing.
Chris: You know I can’t do that. You know I have no choice on who gets what. That’s an unfair demand. How am I supposed to get that done by Sunday? Can’t you at least give me until the Pay-Per-View at the end of the month?
Vengeance: You know Chris, I’ll have to think about that. Right now, I honestly have no motivation to fight Mikey eXtreme in a non-title match. I think that is an insult to me, and I think that it was done on purpose.
Chris: Can I at least come to Iowa so we can actually sit down and talk about this face to face? Please?
Vengeance: Yeah I guess that would ok with me. No matter what happens at the end of the day, we are still friends. I’ll even get your ticket booked for you and you can fly out tonight. I’ll pick you up at the airport. Oh and one more thing. You can call back the WCF and tell them that if I do decide to come back, their United States champion is going to get his ass beat like some little bitch. See you tonight.
Click.
Vengeance hangs up the phone. He then dials United Airlines and books a one way ticket for Chris to fly in later that night. Vengeance decided to do nothing during the day and decided to go back to sleep. He slept for the next 5 hours waking up around 9:30. After he woke up, he called for a cab to pick up Chris from the airport as his flight came in around 9:45. Vengeance laid there in the dark staring at the ceiling, thinking about his life. He thought about where he started and what has become of his life and career. Before he could think too much in to it, headlights appeared going down the driveway. He sat up in bed as he knew that the taxi was bringing Chris. A car door slammed and a few seconds later, the doorbell rang. Vengeances made the slow walk to the front door and opened it.
Vengeance: Welcome.
Chris: Dude, what the fuck are you doing? You look like shit, did you just wake up?
Vengeance: Yeah I did.
Chris: What the fuck? How long did you sleep today?
Vengeance: I can’t remember, it’s been over twelve but less than twenty hours. Who cares anyway? What does it matter? I’m retired now, I deserve relaxing times.
Chris: Yeah about that, we need to talk.
Vengeance: I told you there is nothing to talk about. I’m done with wrestling. Why the fuck would I want to go back and face Mikey eXtreme? I don’t even remember who the hell he is besides the dumbass that got his ass beat at Slam before he could even make it into the ring.
Chris: Don’t you have a gym and a ring around here somewhere? It’s fucking cold out here. Why the fuck do you even live in this awful state anyways?
Vengeance: I like it here, it’s quiet. To answer your question, yeah I do, it’s in the pole building behind you, follow me.
Vengeance walks out of the house and closes the door. He slowly makes his way across the driveway followed by Chris. As he reached the pole building, he opened the door and flipped on three light switches that lit up the inside. Chris followed him inside and Vengeance closed the door behind him.
Chris: Wow, this is impressive. This reminds me of a wrestling school. You got everything in here: weights, full sized wrestling ring, you could put on your own shows in here!
Vengeance: You know, that is not a bad idea. I have always dreamed about opening a wrestling school. I’d be good at teaching some new talent and show them what it takes to succeed in this business.
Chris laughs.
Chris: Yeah maybe when you’re old and gray you could do that. But not now, I can’t let you give up that much of your career because you don’t agree with the booking. Be honest with me, have you ever thought about asking the management team or the booking team to put you into different kinds of matches? I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t mind having a few hardcore matches every so often. You used to shine in that stuff, man. Hardcore wrestling made your career; you know that as well as I do. Honestly, I think people are starting to realize that when the face paint goes on, you are a totally different person then what you are without it. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s like someone getting into the zone before some big sporting event. I want you to honestly tell me why walking away and retiring from this business that you love so much is a good idea.
Vengeance: Is it a good idea? I don’t know and I don’t know if I ever said it. You know everyone has a breaking point. I think they finally hit it.
Chris gets closer to Vengeance’s face.
Chris: That is the biggest bullshit excuse I have ever heard in my life. Is that what you’re going to turn out to be? Some bitter retired wrestler who quit because he didn’t get his way? Is that what you really want everyone to remember you as? Do you really think you could even open a wrestling school if you acted like that? Did it ever occur to you that if you did beat Mikey eXtreme, the company would have to consider you a top or one of the top contenders for that Untied States title? Did…….
Vengeance interrupts.
Vengeance: I have to beat Mikey eXtreme to be considered a contender? That has to be the biggest pile of bullshit I have ever heard in my life. Do really think someone like Mikey eXtreme could take down someone on my level? He is probably the worst United States champion I have ever seen walk through these doors.
Vengeance’s face turns angry, as Chris seemed to push a button
Vengeance: Mikey, this roster is full of delusional people and you are no exception. You decide to leave that shit Brooklyn, New York with your dumb fucking accent that sounds like you have a bag of dicks in your mouth, and you pretend to love America. It’s people like you who ruin this country and its people like you who make the rest of the world hate New York. A wise man once said, Vengeance is probably one of the most underrated talents in WCF. I have been here four years; Mikey, four long years and I still get told I’m underrated. Why am I underrated you ask? Because no one cares about Vengeance, Mikey, NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT VENGEANCE.
But honestly ask me if I truly care what people think of me. Come on Mikey fucking ask me already! ASK ME MIKEY, ASK ME! Sometimes it takes a little motivation and sometimes people push the right button that flips a switch up here, MIKEY UP HERE.
Vengeance slaps his head.
Vengeance: Right here, Mikey. Do you see it? It’s people like you who underestimate me, isn’t it? It’s people like you who think they have a feel for what it’s like to step in the ring with someone like me. You can admit it or not, you want to me just like me. You want to be that guy who stops at nothing to win. You want to be that guy who thinks he’s dark and thinks he’s hardcore. You want to be the guy who thinks he’s Vengeance, but could never quite make it to my level. After all you are the king of extreme and darkness, right? That’s enough proof right there that says you want to be Vengeance. You took who I am and changed the name and tried to make it your own. But it won’t work for you, Mikey, listen to me IT WON’T WORK.
Just like I told Chris, my dream has always been to open a wrestling school and teach the young talent. Teach them an art form that has been lost. The art of hardcore wrestling has been gone from this company for some time because of newer talent like you, Mikey. This new talent thinks they know what it takes to be extreme or to be hardcore but the reality is that you guys are a bunch of bitches, you couldn’t hold my ball sack in a hardcore match and your claim to be extreme is complete bullshit. You may have people drinking your Kool-Aid but I’m not one of them. Luckily for you Mikey NOTeXtreme, I also like teaching.
Since WCF decided to protect you at Slam, in so many different ways, it still will be a good learning experience for you. This will be your first private, or I should say public lession on why the wise people call me underrated. Hell, I’m probably the most underrated dangerous mother fucker on this roster. I honestly don’t see what people see in you. I don’t even know how you’re a champion. Wait I do know, because they fucking protect you. Whose dick did you suck for that? Is that how the so called King of NOTextreme works? You suck someone’s dick so they protect you? Is that how you have been champion so long? Did I miss the memo to the dick sucking conference?
Vengeance walks to the ring and slowly climbs the stairs and climbs through the middle rope.
Vengeance: You’re so stereotypical, Mikey, and it’s sad everyone has been blind to it. You’re that guy who was watching WCF TV a few years ago, watching someone like me who is the true KING OF VIOLENCE, doing what you had only dreamed of doing and that is winning the biggest prize in hardcore wrestling. Your parents bought you the Vengeance action figures, the shirts, the mask, all the hardcore accessories and you pretended to be me. You played your fake wrestling matches with my action figures, you dreamed up new hardcore matches. Then you got your friends hooked on WCF. This lead to backyard wrestling, where you could physically pretend to be Vengeance. You put on the shirt, the mask and started wrestling around with your friends in the backyard, showing them what hardcore wrestling was all about.
Vengeance leans over the ropes.
Vengeance: Then you finally decided you wanted to become a real life wrestler after all of your backyard wrestling with friends and playing with action figures because when you’re over the age of 10, all of that is looked down upon. You finally worked you’re way into a WCF contract. Then while thinking of things to make yourself interesting, you wanted to create Vengeance 2.0 but you couldn’t be my clone. So what do you do? You said your last name was going to be eXtreme; you’re going to change King of Violence into the King of eXtreme, change the master of mind games into the King of Darkness. Then instead of wearing my face paint, you decided to pretend to be all about America.
You knew deep down inside that you need to copy me and make it so no one would catch it. But I caught it. I can see it clear as day. You aren’t me Mikey, you could never be me. I would suggest you find someone new to copy because you aren’t on my level. You will never be on my level. Do you know what you are, Mikey? Do you? You are someone who I used to be a long time ago. You’re someone who will always be content with where they are at. As for me, you will be nothing more than a stepping stone for me. You will be the person who will be responsible for the rise of Vengeance again. How does that make you feel? You helped your childhood hardcore hero get the footing he was looking for. So maybe, just maybe, I can’t hate you for that, or should I?
Vengeance looks down to the floor and slowly back up.
Vengeance: I want you to be completely honest with yourself and everyone else. What happens when I destroy you at Slam? Is it supposed to happen? Do the experts believe that there protected champion will actually get destroyed by someone like me? I would say they better fucking believe it will happen, because it will. Then what will happen, Mikey? Will I still be underrated after I physically destroy a so called “champion”? I would almost be willing to bet that after I beat you at Slam, my name will pop up in the contendership talk for that United States title. I don’t need some American gimmick to be placed in that talk like you do. What I need is a chance. That chance will happen, Mikey, I promise you that.
Vengeance runs both this hand over his face.
Vengeance: What just happened? I think I blacked out.
Chris: WOW. Um, I’m not sure but I don’t think you’re going to retire. There is no way in hell I believe you’re going to retire. It’s in your blood, this is your life.
Vengeance looks at Chris before speaking.
Vengeance: I think you’re right. I’m not going to run away from this. I’m not retiring…..I’M NOT FUCKING RETIRING!
With a tear in his eye, Chris starts clapping.
Vengeance: Give me a fucking break. I never unpacked my shit. Let’s get on this plane and get the fuck out of here.
Vengeance reached down in his left pocket and pulled his smart phone out. He called United Airlines and spoke to one of his local friends. Vengeance requested two first class tickets to Raleigh, North Carolina. His friend told him to be there in the next hour and they could be the next flight out of town. Vengeance agreed they would be there and hung up the phone, then placed a call to yellow cab company for a cab. They waited for the next 10 minutes in the pole building, just talking about random stuff that no one really cared about. After the cab showed up, Vengeance turned out all the lights and locked all of the doors to the house and pole building before getting into the cab with Chris.
The two rode in the back seat to the airport which took around 15 minutes, as the cab driver seemed to have no respect for the local speed limit. After arriving at the airport, they were hurried through security and boarded the plane. Over the next few hours, both Vengeance and Chris slept on the flight. They seemed to sleep through the whole plane ride, waking up minutes before it landed. Once they landed, they got off the plane, grabbed their bags, and called for a cab. The two got in the back seat again and went to the Hilton where Frank was staying at. Vengeance and Chris both walked to the RV sitting in the parking lot, waiting for Frank to come down out of his hotel room. Once they got in the RV, Chris sat down at the table and opened his laptop pushing the power button. He decided he should email WCF management back and advise them that Vengeance would not be retiring and that he would be appearing at Slam, as booked. Vengeance disappeared to the back bed room for around ten minutes. Vengeance then walked out of the room with his face paint on, dressed in all black. Chris noticed it and knew not to say a word, and he just watched as Vengeance walked out of the RV and disappeared into the dark. He disappeared into a dark park and sat near the hotel. Vengeance found a wooden bench where he decided to sit. The night was cool as you could see your breath, Vengeance starts speaking softly.
Vengeance: So here we are, Mikey, just days away from the Slam you fear. Earlier when I said who the fuck is Mikey eXtreme, it was spoken in sarcasm. I know exactly who you are and exactly who you think you are. Now I know me talking may go on for far too long, but you can sit your ass down and listen to what the fuck I have to say. I’m going to keep talking until I damn well please and you’re going to sit there like my little bitch and listen to me. After all, that’s going to be the whole moral of this story, isn’t it? Mikey became Vengeance’s little bitch. I know you’re going to come up and cut your promo and give that tough guy talk like everyone does every week, but that’s all it is and that’s all you are is talk.
This is the guy you want, isn’t it Mikey? I am your hardcore hero. This paint that covers my face makes you in awe, doesn’t it? Deep down inside you’re scared of me because you are not me. Look at yourself Mikey do you honestly believe these people of America want to listen to your propaganda? It doesn’t matter to you does it? These people of this great country don’t matter to you, do they?
Vengeance takes a breath and you can see his exhale in the cold air and he starts speaking in a aggressive voice.
Vengeance: Don’t underestimate my claims that 2016 would be a new beginning for me. For I am the same person as I was before. You and your dark lords are powerless against me Mikey. You all are beneath me. Does that make me a bad guy? NO! What that makes me, Mikey, Is your god. I am the god you will look to for answers. I am the god you will soon beg to save you. Nothing has changed, Mikey. This painted face says it all. Do you hear it? There is nothing you can do, or could have done.
Why are they protecting you Mikey? Do you care to explain yourself? Why are they protecting that title? Actually don’t answer that, I already know what you are going to say, I don’t deserve a title shot right? Typical answer Mikey, The more I sit here on this bench talking about you makes me feel embarrassed that you decided to copy you hardcore hero. I feel embarrassed you truly think you know what the darkness is about, I feel embarrassed you think you are the king of anything. Truth hurts Mikey, as your new god I must tell you, you don’t belong with people like me. You don’t deserve to stand in the same ring, you don’t deserve to feel my sweat fall of my body, and you don’t deserve Vengeance.
I guess in a way you are a lucky man. You’re not lucky because your better than me, you’re not lucky because you can beat me, you’re lucky because they protect you. They protect you because everyone has fallen in love with your American propaganda. No matter how crazy you act, or how stupid your fantasy promos sound, they simply love you because everyone loves America. America promises a better life for everyone. Not me Mikey. I can see right through it. I haven’t been this excited about a match since 2013. Not because of America, not because of you, but because when I physically destroy your American dreams, oh and by the way fuck Barnard Core, I’m taking that title away from you.
Your attempts to cut me down will be laughable, but I have no doubt you will make a worthless effort. Since you are a part of this need breed of talent that has come in within the past year or so, let me give you some advice. As you god I advise you to buy some WCF dvd’s from 2013. Watch that man who won the hardcore title. That man, Mikey, has never left. He simply has been sleeping. When I went home I needed to find answers, and I found them. This world needs people like me to end people like you.
So here we are Mikey, just a short time away from your ass beating of a life time. I still feel sorry for you. It’s people like you who think they understand me but you don’t. You have no clue what goes through this genius mind of mine. But don’t feel bad Mikey, it’s been a hot topic of late. What exactly is Vengeance? Vengeance hasn’t changed one bit, I’m still that hardcore loving man who has no shame walking on the dark side. At Slam you, Mikey, get to experience first hand why I’m secretly climbing that ladder once again. You get to find out why deep down inside people fear me. You get to find out why Vengeance has stayed the course for the past 4 years. Old school vets or the new breed, none of it matters Vengeance is Vengeance and I’m here to stay.
You may claim Mikey’s Amercia, but you’re in Vengeance’s world. The book of extreme closes. This Sunday at Slam you will be read your last rites.
