Post by Vengeance on Feb 7, 2016 13:53:01 GMT -5
Gravedigger: Hatcher is still in this thing.
Hatcher starts fighting back again. Hatcher forcing himself forward bending Vengeance’s knees towards his own face. Hatcher gets close enough that he starts headbutting Vengeance in the face.
Freddy Whoa: What a unique way to fight this hold.
Hatcher keeps headbutting Vengeance, we can see blood start to flow from both men.
Zach Davis: This is barbaric.
Hatcher is still frantically headbutting Vengeance and it’s really start to take its toll until Vengeance claps tight onto the triangle choke, we see Hatcher’s body go limp again. The ref lifts the hand, it drops, and again, it drops, the third time.
It drops! The bell rings and Vengeance body goes limp on the mat as he releases the hold.
Zach Davis: And it’s all over. In the hardest fought battle we’ve seen here tonight Vengeance walks out the new number one contender to the US Title.
Kyle Steel: Your winner of the match, and new number one contender to the United States Championship…Vengeance
Vengeance slowly climbs to his feet and holds his fist in the air as “The Vengeful One” by Disturbed plays through the arena.
Sweat pours from Vengeance’s head, his black hair is soaked, his fact paint is half gone, and he leans over the ropes and stares at the padded floor. Several emotions where running through his head. In this mind this was the moment he has worked so hard for over the past few months. It was this moment that he was so desperate for. He could no longer be ignored and he knew it. Confidence was slowly building.
He could no longer be ignored because the final step he need was now complete. Raymond Hatcher had become the next victim. He could no longer be ignored because he was now officially the number one contender for the United States title and the match was almost set. It was only a matter of time he would find out if he faced Bernard Core or had a rematch against Mikey Extreme.
Vengeance wiped the sweat from his forehead and flicked his black hair back out of his face. He slowly lifted up head and with his half painted sweaty face looked into the crowd like he normally does after every match. The crowd was starting to get behind Vengeance and his story as they clapped as he scanned the arena. The reaction made Vengeance feel joy and feel like he was wanted and no longer ignored.
The joy felt by Vengeance forced him to give a small smirk barely noticeable in his straight face. The sweat continued to pour from his head as he slowly climbed through the ropes, jumping to the floor. He once again flicked his hair out of his face. He slowly started walking towards the entrance aisle while catching his breath, the clapping became louder.
Vengeance slowly walked up the entrance ramp and stopped on the stage. He turned around and looked at the crowd one more time. As he scanned the arena he nodded to the crowd to acknowledge their support. He then turned around and walked into the back locker room area. The back locker room area was full of different people. Each had a role in making one of biggest pay per views happen.
Vengeance made his way to his locker room area ignoring everyone in his path. He didn’t know Chris was standing down the hall picking up next week’s slam card while watching. Chris didn’t get answers last week and what he saw actually scared and worried him. He saw a side of Vengeance he never wanted to see again, and didn’t think anyone should. He thought he would confront Vengeance in his locker room since they were surrounded by people instead of being in the middle of nowhere Iowa.
After Chris caught Vengeance attempting to sacrifice a Raymond Hatcher fan named Tim by telling him that people were no longer ignoring him it seemed to change this is Vengeance’s mind. Why was Vengeance mind so dark? Maybe no one will ever know, but Chris was going to do everything in his power to find out the answers. He didn’t find out answers last week as Vengeance disappeared and they hadn’t seen each other until now.
Vengeance walked into his locker room and shut the door. He was going to grab a change of clothes and go take a shower, but Chris reached the locker room before Vengeance could leave. Chris dressed in his black suit, blue shirt, and blue and white striped tie flung open the door and slammed it behind him. Vengeance was startled and quickly turned around ready to fight. He saw Chris and gave him an angry look.
Chris kept a straight face and reluctantly stood his ground. He knew very well Vengeance could snap at any moment and a fight would break out, but it didn’t. The two stared at each other for a few minutes but it felt like hours. Neither man made a move. Chris decided he would be the first one to talk. He took a deep breath and let it out, then started speaking.
Chris: Look I know you have this whole alter ego thing going on, I get it, and it works for you. I can’t complain about the winning. More wins equal more cash which is good for everyone. Hell it even got you that match out there tonight, now you’re set for TImebomb. I have no complaints about that, everyone needs focus.
But what went down a couple days ago, what the fuck was that shit? You can’t be doing that shit. Do you even realize what that could have cost you? I want answers, what the fuck was that bullshit that happened in the pole building. You were going to burn a person? Why? He had nothing to do with anything.
Vengeance glares and interrupts
Vengeance: What does it matter to you? He was going to be used as an example just like everyone else. I was no longer going to be ignored by anyone. If I had to burn a man alive to prove my point so be it. Desperate times cause desperate measures. I am not ashamed or embarrassed of who I am. I will not apologize for doing anything I do. Do you think I like when I am forced into being a dark person?
No, Chris the answer is no. I don’t enjoy being dark. There have been very few times in my life where my mind has been dark, it doesn’t happen a lot. The Sixx Demons of hell were gone for a reason, and they came back for a reason. They helped me prove a point. Everything worked as planned Chris. Everything worked just like I said it would. Look at Vengeance now.
Take a good hard long look at me. I am no longer going to be ignored. The card for Timebomb reads United States title match Vengeance Vs
?? Look at it Chris, Vengeance it says Vengeance. I got what I wanted. Everyone doubted me; everyone ignored me, and now look at me. I proved everyone wrong.
Vengeance grabs the Timebomb card out of his hand bringing to his face and smirks. This again brought more joy to him as he starts tapping his name on the card.
Vengeance: Look at it Chris, everyone was wrong. A whole wave of new breed has walked through the doors of WCF and look at me, the old dog, putting them down one by one. It is funny how things worked out isn’t? I was called underrated; I was ignored, but look at me now. I may lose a fight here and there but I win wars, and by winning wars, I win, Vengeance wins.
I don’t need the Sixx Demons of hell, I don’t need the darkness. What I need is me. The Sixx Demons of Hell need me, the darkness needed me, but I don’t need them, not anymore. A few things will never change, when the face paint going on its business as usual. I’m a violent man Chris; I don’t deny that never will. I am the King of Violence for a reason, not some wannabe King.
It’s all business, Chris that is your answer. This face paint is business, my violent side is business, I’m not the type of person you want to hang out with. You want someone to be your friend, you bro? Harley Rhodes is your guy. But Vengeance is all business. Vengeance is a man of his word. Vengeance wins.
Vengeance smirks again and walks out the door to take a shower. Chris didn’t know what answer he wanted from Vengeance but he didn’t question the business answer. Maybe that’s what It all was, just business. After all people have done some desperate crazy things to gain attention why should this be any different? Chris buttoned his suit jacket and sat down on a metal folding chair deep in thought.
As Chris sat down he felt a vibration in his pocket as a text message had been received on his iPhone. He reached down with his left hand and pulled out his phone and read the text. It read Mikey Extreme just defeated Bernard Core to retain the United States championship. The match was now set for timebomb. Chris deleted the text and a second one followed.
The second text was another update but this time it was for the slam card. Vengeance/Tiffany White vs. Mikey eXtreme/Chance von Crank read the text. Chris really didn’t have a reaction or a feeling towards this tag match. He locked his phone and put it back into his left pocket. Shortly after Harley Rhodes walked into the locker room fresh out of the shower wearing a black Vengeance t-shirt and black gym shorts.
Harley Rhodes: What’s up buddy? Did you get the Slam card yet? How about the results of the Mikey Extreme vs. Bernard Core match?
Chris sighed softly has he still couldn’t understand how Harley could flip back and forth so easy.
Chris: Umm yeah Mikey Extreme won so Vengeance will be facing him at TImebomb, and as for the slam card Vengeance is tagging Tiffany White and facing Mikey Extreme and Chance Von Crank.
Harley laughed at the slam match
Harley Rhodes: Who the fuck booked that match? I like it don’t get me wrong but really, what the fuck. You have some new guy straight out of the trailer park who looks like he fucks his sister, and then you have the guy who wants to be Vengeance named Mikey Extreme. Then tagging with Vengeance is a Lesbian named Tiffany White.
This is WCF right? Let’s be honest this sounds like some episode of Jerry Springer. Why do you let Vengeance get booked in these kind of things? I mean is it that hard to get on the Jerry Springer show? I wouldn’t think it would be but you never know I guess. Hell maybe they could become a new tag team after Mikey drops the title.
Think about this White Trash America straight out of the trailer park. Mikey Extreme and Chance Von Crank that is a money draw right there. When this happens I someone needs to pay me. Think about all the public TV shows they could go on. Jerry Springer, Dr. Phil, Steve Wilkos.
Chris laughed as he found humor in Harley’s rant
Chris: Why can’t you be like this all the time? Why do you have to change back and forth?
Harley smiled
Harley Rhodes: The answer is simple and I believe you already where told. It’s just business. Times are changing in the WCF. The new breed keeps growing. Doc Henry finally had to retire to dodge Vengeance, the stables are rising, and here I stand a free agent if you will waiting for an invite. But you can’t blame anyone Vengeance is a scary person but hey text me bro’s.
Chris shook his head in confusion
Chris: What the fuck are you talking about? Can we get out of here? We got to fly in to Memphis, Tennessee for slam.
Harley smiles
Harley Rhodes: Yeah, we can go. I want to watch some Netflix anyways.
Chris called for a cab and Harley grabbed the bags as the two walked out of the arena. They waited outside for about ten minutes playing games on their smart phones before the cab finally showed up to take them to the airport. The Cab was yellow in color and came from the yellow cab company. The driver was Indian decent dressed in a polo shirt and jeans. The driver popped the trunk and Harley put the bags in the trunk before slamming the trunk lid shut. Harley got in on the left side and Chris got in on the right.
Cab Driver: Where to my friends?
Chris: Airport personal aircraft entrance please.
The cab driver sped off and Harley starred out the window while Chris played games on his iPhone again. It was a beautiful night the sky was clear the stars could be seen and the moon was bright and lit up the night sky. Harley day dreamed the rest of the cab ride which took twenty minutes before finally reaching the airport.
After reaching the personal aircraft entrance at the airport the cab driver stopped and Harley paid the cab fee. Harley opened the rear left passenger door and got out, Chris did the same on the right side. The cab driver popped the trunk and Harley grabbed the bags and slammed the trunk lid closed, the cab driver than drove off.
The pilot already had the private jet started and ready for takeoff. Harley and Chris climbed inside the private plane and the pilot closed the door behind them and went to the cockpit. Chris and Harley both sat at the small desk inside the plane and both pulled out their laptops. Chris decided to get some work down while Harley decided to watch Trailer Park boys and put on his headphones. The plane taxied and soon took off down the runway and lifted into the night sky.
Over the next few hours Harley watched all six episodes in the first season of Trailer park boys and laughed the entire time. He thought it was one of the funniest shows he had seen on Netflix. His laughing distracted Chris which forced him to not get all the work done he wanted to do before finally asking what was so funny. Chris tapped the desk to get Harley’s attention, then we he did he threw up his hands. Harley took off his headphones to see what Chris wanted.
Harley Rhodes: What?
Chris shook his head
Chris: You have been laughing for hours are you ever going to stop? We are almost getting ready to land and I haven’t completed work yet. Must you laugh so much?
Harley squinted his eyes at Chris.
Harley Rhodes: Really? Must I laugh so much? Dude give a break, this is my down time, and this is me. Plus have you seen this shit? This is some funny shit. I totally can see this being Chance Von Crank and Mikey Extreme. Actually it might be them hold on let me look again.
Harley glances at the laptop screen then back at Chris
Harley Rhodes: I don’t know man, it is pretty close. They all look pretty fucking retreaded.
Chris: Says the guy who wears face paint every week
Harley glared back at Chris
Chris: Don’t like at me like that, I can joke too.
Harley Rhodes: When we get to Memphis, Tennessee we are going to a trailer park. I have to see this first hand. I mean do people really live like this? This is like ghetto shit right here. Maybe someone would be willing to give us a tour, you could be Chance Von Cranks cousin or some shit.
I’m sure they would let you in. After all isn’t he like some trailer park king or some shit? I tend to ignore people like that, not because I’m stuck up, I’m just not lazy or want to fuck my cousin but hey It’s Mikey’s America right? Imagine that Chance Von Crank’s family fucking each other in Mikey’s America.
Hey I think I might be onto something right now. I love the fact Mikey can send out tweets pretending he is some kind of bad ass and claims his America yet he allows people like Chance Von Crank fuck their cousins, sisters, brothers, or whatever they do. Dude your America is jacked the fuck up. Luckily for both of you Vengeance will put an end to this.
I just don’t get some people these days. They say I’m crazy, give me a fucking break already. I’m normal as shit compared to these mother fuckers. It’s going to be another sad day in Mikey’s America. Who knew this would be allowed to happen. The longer you stay around, the more you end up finding out about someone, the more you wish you could have just ignored them.
Harley unplugged his headphones and let Chris watch trailer park boys with him. The plane soon started to descend. As the plane touched down the pilot pulled into the private jet area of the airport. The airport was busy as normal during the morning hours. The pilot parked the plane and turned off the engines. He got up from the cockpit and opened the plane door so Harley and Chris could get out.
Harley grabbed the bags as Chris walked down the planes steps. Harley followed Chris as they left the plane they walked into the airport. Harley decided since he wanted to visit a place like where Chance Von Crank and Mikey Extreme grew up he would rent a car. Harley walked up to the enterprise rent-a-car counter to rent a car. Harley ended up renting a black 2014 Chevy Tahoe. He paid them and grabbed the keys as Harley and Chris walked to the parking lot.
As they walked through the airport finally reaching the parking lot, Harley unlocked the Tahoe and opened the rear hatch. He slowly set the bags inside and shut the door. He was mildly impressed by the looks of the Tahoe, he thought he might buy one sometime in the future. Chris climbed into the passenger seat and shut the door, Harley did the same on the driver’s side and started the vehicle.
Harley decided to reach down with his left hand pull out his phone out of his front left pocket and unlocked it. He was going attempt to find a local trailer park. Maybe the office would have one available so they could pretend to be interested in it. After all over the past few months they have been very good at mastering the form of acting. He found four trailers available at the Green Acres Mobile Home Park.
He used the GPS on his phone and typed in the address. He then placed his phone down on the drink holder. He placed the shift in drive and the two left he airport headed for the trailer park as so many people call it. As the time went by he become more excited as the closer they got to the trailer park you could see the city changing from decent people to the begging’s of white trash. The very kind of white trash that give trailer parks a bad name.
As they pull into Green Acres Mobile Home Park you can see your typical Mikey’s America white trash trailers that are run down and not taken care of. Harley and Chris looked around and was shocked at what they saw. They never thought people could live like this. They stopped at the front office building which was white in color and could use a new paint job. Harley put the Tahoe in park and opened the driver’s side door and got out. Chris stayed in the Tahoe. Harley put on his best acting face as he entered the office.
Inside the office was a middle aged man who was dressed in a Green acres t-shirt and jean shorts. Harley looked the man over and was decided what he should say. He decided he would ask the man for a private showing of any trailers for sale.
Office manager: Can I help you?
Harley decided to be polite as he thought it was be the best route for now.
Harley Rhodes: I was wondering if you had any available mobile homes for sale. I would like to take a look at one maybe to buy.
Harley had no attentions of buying anything he considered white trash.
Officer Manager: Sure do sir we have that mobile home right across the street there, the blue one.
Harley turned around and looked out the window. The site of this particular blue mobile home made Harley shake his head. As it was obvious run down condition.
Harley Rhodes: Can we take a look at it?
Officer Manager: Sure the door is unlocked.
Harley walked out of the office and laughed. He waved at Chris to get out of the Tahoe. Chris got out and followed Harley as they walked across the street.
Chris: Where are we going?
Harley smiled
Harley: We are going to look at this trailer. The manager said it was for sale and was unlocked. We are free to check out it.
Chris shook his head but followed anyways. As they reached the trailer there was a couple of guys sitting outside next door. They looked on as Harley and Chris walked inside the trailer. Inside in the trailer was your typical 1970s décor complete with shag green carpet. The walls, carpet and every appliance needed replaced. They noticed a small piece of paper sitting on the counter which read the trailer was from the 1970’s, move in ready, and asking price was $5,000.
Harley and Chris looked over the trailer. They went in and out of every room before coming back to the living room. They couldn’t understand how people could live in such trash. I guess that’s what happens when you’re in Mikey’s America, thankfully Vengeance is going to change that and get rid of this white trash too Harley thought. Harley decided to say a few words.
Harley Rhodes: So this is the very thing you call yourself a prodigy of Chance Von Crank? This very shit hole you proudly represent. So who are you going to be without all your cousins that surround you in these very trailer parks? Do you honestly think you can match up with someone like Vengeance? Have you done your homework are you just too stupid. There is a lot of stupid people in WCF Chance, I have no doubt you’re the same as them.
People like you are looked down upon in this world. It’s no one’s fault besides your own that you chose to live in this shithole. You had the same choices as everyone else in this world but you Chance you kind of made it out didn’t you? But honestly I don’t know if making to WCF is actually better for you. It’s not better for you this week I know that for a fact. But that’s ok for people like you isn’t.
People like you aren’t expected too much with their life, and I’m sure WCF doesn’t except much out of you either. Tell me what is the world supposed to expect out of you Chance? Besides you living in the trailer park fucking your cousins? Do you honestly think someone like you will make it here? I have a feeling you will be in for a reality check this Sunday at slam.
You see Chance this is all really simple, maybe you can even understand it. Hopefully I can dumb it down for your simple mind. There is this man that roams WCF, he’s big, he’s strong, and he might even be a little scary. But there has always been on true fact that has held true throughout the years. He is simply crazy. You cannot beat crazy, Chance, even if it’s hard for your simple mind to understand.
You pose no threat to this man, you are nothing compared to him. There comes a time in everyone’s life when they think they are doing well after signing a new contract. I have no doubt that is where your simple mind is. You finally made it to the big time, you finally are making attempt to make a name for yourself good for you. Sadly for you reality strikes in the form of Vengeance.
Harley laughed as he finished talking. He couldn’t get over the fact someone would brag about trailer parks. His laugh quickly came to an end as he begins talking again.
Harley Rhodes: So Mikey this is what your America is all about huh? I often wondered what the hell you talked about, but then again I could care less. But this is what you tell everyone to hail huh? Trailer parks and cousins fucking cousins. Great choice Mikey. I actually though you were better than that but then again you aren’t much above the intelligence level of Chance are you?
I really don’t need an explanation on how you run your America because no one wants to hear it. No one in their right mind would want this. Look at all this trash Mikey you have failed America and this is the very reason why America hates you. No one wants this besides a select few people like your partner for example. You both are prime examples of what’s wrong with this company. Luckily a new American hero is on the raise to save this country.
The world has watch you keep being your cocky self, but deep down inside I know you have doubts. You have your doubts about Vengeance don’t you. As much as you don’t want to admit it he has your number and it’s only a matter of time before it’s been called. The way I see it for you Mikey is you are like an inmate sitting on death row. You have your date, you have your time, and Vengeance is coming for you.
This Sunday will be no different, nothing has changed. Your America still sucks, cousins still fuck each other, hell how can we be sure that you and Chance aren’t related? Are we about too see another love story unfold between two cousins? I’m sure Jerry Springer will be dying to get you two on his show. Welcome to today’s show. Today we talk about Mikey’s America cousins fuck cousins edition.
Harley ends his rant and takes a look around the trailer once more. The more he looked the more he felt dirty. He knew Mikey’s America sucked but he never knew it was this bad. Maybe that’s why Mikey looks homeless. Harley smirked after these thoughts and walked out of the trailer Chris followed. Harley shut the trailer door and the handle fell off. He let it drop to the ground as he thought it was funny.
They walked back to the Tahoe and got in and left the trailer park without going back into the office building. They drove away from the trailer park and headed for the Hilton hotel where Chris had made reservations on the plane flight into town. They walked into the medium sized lobby, checked in and went to their rooms. Chris decided to finish his weekly work on his laptop and then walked down to Harley’s room knocking on the door. Harley opened the door and let Chris inside.
Chris: So what’s the plain for tonight? We doing anything or you actually going to sit here and relax for once?
Harley smiled there was no way he was sitting in a hotel room all night long.
Harley Rhodes: I thought about heading over to the arena and checking it out or something, I really don’t want to sit here all night long. You want to drive me over there?
Chris shrugged and agreed. He didn’t have anything better to do.
Chris: Yeah I could do that. I’ll drop off stuff in your locker room while you doing whatever you’re going to do.
They both walked out of the hotel room and walked down to the elevator. Chris pushed the down button and they waited a few seconds before the doors opened. Chris pushed the first floor button and the doors closed. The elevator dropped two floors before stopping on the first floor. The doors opened and they walked out. They exited the hotel and got back into the Tahoe. Chris drove them downtown to the FedEx forum.
Once they reached the arena they pulled in the back parking lot and was let into the building by security. Chris went and found Vengeance’s assigned locker room and Harley disappeared. Chris sat in the locker room and decided to call and talk to his family. A few minutes later Vengeance can be seen walking down the hall way headed towards the entrance ramp dressed in full face paint, and a blacked buttoned up leather coat that almost reached his feet. He walked through the curtains and looked through the arena.
The arena was already set up for Sundays slam. A few small touches needed to be completed which the ring crew was going to take care of later in the day. The arena was mostly dark but was dimly lit by the titan Tron displaying a WCF screen saver. Vengeance walked down the ramp and climbed into the ring. He again looked around and enjoyed the nice dark quite. As he took one final look through the empty area he sat on the ring mat and leaned against the turn buckles and began talking.
Vengeance: So here we are again. Another week down, another week closer to getting what I want. Mikey Extreme, here we are again. They decided to let us do battle again before the big showdown at timebomb. You’re tweets earlier this week, amusing, but stupid. You’re ignorance is sad and I pity you. I feel bad for you, I really do, you’re time is coming to an end. It’s funny how life works sometimes isn’t?
I was a desperate man not that long ago. Desperation pushed my back against the wall. I hoped you both watched every moment of it. Mikey you know exactly who what I am and as for you Chance, you finally get to meet Vengeance. Desperation is a funny word isn’t. Desperation might be the word for this entire month. Once a man ignored is now a man that is that close to being in the spot light once again.
The fact you still carry around that United States title is both sad and disappointing. That belt should be around my waist not yours. Congrats on beating some guy named headmaster by the way Mikey you finally got a win. They can’t protect you anymore. They can’t help you anymore. I am no longer held back, I am no longer ignored.
Vengeance runs his fingers through his black hair moving it out of his face.
Vengeance: Chance Von Crank, the prodigy of the trailer park. How fucking retarded are you? I have sadly watched a few of your promos since you debuted in WCF and I must say you are a complete waste of time. The face you pride yourself on being a prodigy of a trailer park is sad and pathetic. How are you a prodigy of anything? You in fact are boring and a prime example of what is wrong with this country.
I want you to enjoy your time this Sunday Chance, I really do. I want to be the first to welcome you to my world. You are in my world, just like Mikey. Let me tell you about my world Chance. Let me tell you about the world of Vengeance. Are you sitting down? Are you listening?
Anger begins to build inside Vengeance as he quickly stands and starts pacing back in forth in the ring. He suddenly stops and begins speaking.
Vengeance: This ring is my world. I belong in this ring. I belong in front of these fans. I belong here. I have had to fight and claw my way back to the spot light week after week while other’s get handed a silver platter. That doesn’t work in my world. Ask Raymond Hatcher how his silver platter worked out for him. It might take you awhile I’m not sure if he is awake yet.
Mikey got handed a silver platter a few weeks ago when he was destroyed by these very hands. As much as you try Mikey you cannot be me. You can idolize me all you want but that will not help you. I can no longer save you Mikey. I gave you a chance to accept me in your life but you chose ignorance. Ignorance will not help you. I will not help you. American will not help you.
What happened between us was no fluke thing. Week after week I have warned people like you Mikey, people that are ignorant, people who are protected, people who are handed things. A new monster is on the rise in the WCF is there is nothing either of you can to do to stop me. Do you believe me yet? No, you don’t believe me. Ignorance will be the death of you. The death of both of you. This Sunday at slam you will be read your last rites.
Vengeance slowly walks over to the ropes and leans over. Anger was leaving his mind. The lights suddenly come on in the arena as the ring crew had arrived to finish setting up for slam. Vengeance looks around to see if anyone was in the arena during his rant. A woman walks on the entrance stage and looks towards the ring and catches Vengeance’s eye.
Tiffany White can be standing on the entrance ramp looking towards the ring. Vengeance didn’t like being interrupted during his rant and he quickly turned his head towards the entrance ramp and locked eyes with Tiffany. The two starred each other down for a few seconds and both finally nodded as Tiffany walked back into the backstage area. Vengeance exited the ring and walked out through the seats and disappeared.
Hatcher starts fighting back again. Hatcher forcing himself forward bending Vengeance’s knees towards his own face. Hatcher gets close enough that he starts headbutting Vengeance in the face.
Freddy Whoa: What a unique way to fight this hold.
Hatcher keeps headbutting Vengeance, we can see blood start to flow from both men.
Zach Davis: This is barbaric.
Hatcher is still frantically headbutting Vengeance and it’s really start to take its toll until Vengeance claps tight onto the triangle choke, we see Hatcher’s body go limp again. The ref lifts the hand, it drops, and again, it drops, the third time.
It drops! The bell rings and Vengeance body goes limp on the mat as he releases the hold.
Zach Davis: And it’s all over. In the hardest fought battle we’ve seen here tonight Vengeance walks out the new number one contender to the US Title.
Kyle Steel: Your winner of the match, and new number one contender to the United States Championship…Vengeance
Vengeance slowly climbs to his feet and holds his fist in the air as “The Vengeful One” by Disturbed plays through the arena.
Sweat pours from Vengeance’s head, his black hair is soaked, his fact paint is half gone, and he leans over the ropes and stares at the padded floor. Several emotions where running through his head. In this mind this was the moment he has worked so hard for over the past few months. It was this moment that he was so desperate for. He could no longer be ignored and he knew it. Confidence was slowly building.
He could no longer be ignored because the final step he need was now complete. Raymond Hatcher had become the next victim. He could no longer be ignored because he was now officially the number one contender for the United States title and the match was almost set. It was only a matter of time he would find out if he faced Bernard Core or had a rematch against Mikey Extreme.
Vengeance wiped the sweat from his forehead and flicked his black hair back out of his face. He slowly lifted up head and with his half painted sweaty face looked into the crowd like he normally does after every match. The crowd was starting to get behind Vengeance and his story as they clapped as he scanned the arena. The reaction made Vengeance feel joy and feel like he was wanted and no longer ignored.
The joy felt by Vengeance forced him to give a small smirk barely noticeable in his straight face. The sweat continued to pour from his head as he slowly climbed through the ropes, jumping to the floor. He once again flicked his hair out of his face. He slowly started walking towards the entrance aisle while catching his breath, the clapping became louder.
Vengeance slowly walked up the entrance ramp and stopped on the stage. He turned around and looked at the crowd one more time. As he scanned the arena he nodded to the crowd to acknowledge their support. He then turned around and walked into the back locker room area. The back locker room area was full of different people. Each had a role in making one of biggest pay per views happen.
Vengeance made his way to his locker room area ignoring everyone in his path. He didn’t know Chris was standing down the hall picking up next week’s slam card while watching. Chris didn’t get answers last week and what he saw actually scared and worried him. He saw a side of Vengeance he never wanted to see again, and didn’t think anyone should. He thought he would confront Vengeance in his locker room since they were surrounded by people instead of being in the middle of nowhere Iowa.
After Chris caught Vengeance attempting to sacrifice a Raymond Hatcher fan named Tim by telling him that people were no longer ignoring him it seemed to change this is Vengeance’s mind. Why was Vengeance mind so dark? Maybe no one will ever know, but Chris was going to do everything in his power to find out the answers. He didn’t find out answers last week as Vengeance disappeared and they hadn’t seen each other until now.
Vengeance walked into his locker room and shut the door. He was going to grab a change of clothes and go take a shower, but Chris reached the locker room before Vengeance could leave. Chris dressed in his black suit, blue shirt, and blue and white striped tie flung open the door and slammed it behind him. Vengeance was startled and quickly turned around ready to fight. He saw Chris and gave him an angry look.
Chris kept a straight face and reluctantly stood his ground. He knew very well Vengeance could snap at any moment and a fight would break out, but it didn’t. The two stared at each other for a few minutes but it felt like hours. Neither man made a move. Chris decided he would be the first one to talk. He took a deep breath and let it out, then started speaking.
Chris: Look I know you have this whole alter ego thing going on, I get it, and it works for you. I can’t complain about the winning. More wins equal more cash which is good for everyone. Hell it even got you that match out there tonight, now you’re set for TImebomb. I have no complaints about that, everyone needs focus.
But what went down a couple days ago, what the fuck was that shit? You can’t be doing that shit. Do you even realize what that could have cost you? I want answers, what the fuck was that bullshit that happened in the pole building. You were going to burn a person? Why? He had nothing to do with anything.
Vengeance glares and interrupts
Vengeance: What does it matter to you? He was going to be used as an example just like everyone else. I was no longer going to be ignored by anyone. If I had to burn a man alive to prove my point so be it. Desperate times cause desperate measures. I am not ashamed or embarrassed of who I am. I will not apologize for doing anything I do. Do you think I like when I am forced into being a dark person?
No, Chris the answer is no. I don’t enjoy being dark. There have been very few times in my life where my mind has been dark, it doesn’t happen a lot. The Sixx Demons of hell were gone for a reason, and they came back for a reason. They helped me prove a point. Everything worked as planned Chris. Everything worked just like I said it would. Look at Vengeance now.
Take a good hard long look at me. I am no longer going to be ignored. The card for Timebomb reads United States title match Vengeance Vs
?? Look at it Chris, Vengeance it says Vengeance. I got what I wanted. Everyone doubted me; everyone ignored me, and now look at me. I proved everyone wrong. Vengeance grabs the Timebomb card out of his hand bringing to his face and smirks. This again brought more joy to him as he starts tapping his name on the card.
Vengeance: Look at it Chris, everyone was wrong. A whole wave of new breed has walked through the doors of WCF and look at me, the old dog, putting them down one by one. It is funny how things worked out isn’t? I was called underrated; I was ignored, but look at me now. I may lose a fight here and there but I win wars, and by winning wars, I win, Vengeance wins.
I don’t need the Sixx Demons of hell, I don’t need the darkness. What I need is me. The Sixx Demons of Hell need me, the darkness needed me, but I don’t need them, not anymore. A few things will never change, when the face paint going on its business as usual. I’m a violent man Chris; I don’t deny that never will. I am the King of Violence for a reason, not some wannabe King.
It’s all business, Chris that is your answer. This face paint is business, my violent side is business, I’m not the type of person you want to hang out with. You want someone to be your friend, you bro? Harley Rhodes is your guy. But Vengeance is all business. Vengeance is a man of his word. Vengeance wins.
Vengeance smirks again and walks out the door to take a shower. Chris didn’t know what answer he wanted from Vengeance but he didn’t question the business answer. Maybe that’s what It all was, just business. After all people have done some desperate crazy things to gain attention why should this be any different? Chris buttoned his suit jacket and sat down on a metal folding chair deep in thought.
As Chris sat down he felt a vibration in his pocket as a text message had been received on his iPhone. He reached down with his left hand and pulled out his phone and read the text. It read Mikey Extreme just defeated Bernard Core to retain the United States championship. The match was now set for timebomb. Chris deleted the text and a second one followed.
The second text was another update but this time it was for the slam card. Vengeance/Tiffany White vs. Mikey eXtreme/Chance von Crank read the text. Chris really didn’t have a reaction or a feeling towards this tag match. He locked his phone and put it back into his left pocket. Shortly after Harley Rhodes walked into the locker room fresh out of the shower wearing a black Vengeance t-shirt and black gym shorts.
Harley Rhodes: What’s up buddy? Did you get the Slam card yet? How about the results of the Mikey Extreme vs. Bernard Core match?
Chris sighed softly has he still couldn’t understand how Harley could flip back and forth so easy.
Chris: Umm yeah Mikey Extreme won so Vengeance will be facing him at TImebomb, and as for the slam card Vengeance is tagging Tiffany White and facing Mikey Extreme and Chance Von Crank.
Harley laughed at the slam match
Harley Rhodes: Who the fuck booked that match? I like it don’t get me wrong but really, what the fuck. You have some new guy straight out of the trailer park who looks like he fucks his sister, and then you have the guy who wants to be Vengeance named Mikey Extreme. Then tagging with Vengeance is a Lesbian named Tiffany White.
This is WCF right? Let’s be honest this sounds like some episode of Jerry Springer. Why do you let Vengeance get booked in these kind of things? I mean is it that hard to get on the Jerry Springer show? I wouldn’t think it would be but you never know I guess. Hell maybe they could become a new tag team after Mikey drops the title.
Think about this White Trash America straight out of the trailer park. Mikey Extreme and Chance Von Crank that is a money draw right there. When this happens I someone needs to pay me. Think about all the public TV shows they could go on. Jerry Springer, Dr. Phil, Steve Wilkos.
Chris laughed as he found humor in Harley’s rant
Chris: Why can’t you be like this all the time? Why do you have to change back and forth?
Harley smiled
Harley Rhodes: The answer is simple and I believe you already where told. It’s just business. Times are changing in the WCF. The new breed keeps growing. Doc Henry finally had to retire to dodge Vengeance, the stables are rising, and here I stand a free agent if you will waiting for an invite. But you can’t blame anyone Vengeance is a scary person but hey text me bro’s.
Chris shook his head in confusion
Chris: What the fuck are you talking about? Can we get out of here? We got to fly in to Memphis, Tennessee for slam.
Harley smiles
Harley Rhodes: Yeah, we can go. I want to watch some Netflix anyways.
Chris called for a cab and Harley grabbed the bags as the two walked out of the arena. They waited outside for about ten minutes playing games on their smart phones before the cab finally showed up to take them to the airport. The Cab was yellow in color and came from the yellow cab company. The driver was Indian decent dressed in a polo shirt and jeans. The driver popped the trunk and Harley put the bags in the trunk before slamming the trunk lid shut. Harley got in on the left side and Chris got in on the right.
Cab Driver: Where to my friends?
Chris: Airport personal aircraft entrance please.
The cab driver sped off and Harley starred out the window while Chris played games on his iPhone again. It was a beautiful night the sky was clear the stars could be seen and the moon was bright and lit up the night sky. Harley day dreamed the rest of the cab ride which took twenty minutes before finally reaching the airport.
After reaching the personal aircraft entrance at the airport the cab driver stopped and Harley paid the cab fee. Harley opened the rear left passenger door and got out, Chris did the same on the right side. The cab driver popped the trunk and Harley grabbed the bags and slammed the trunk lid closed, the cab driver than drove off.
The pilot already had the private jet started and ready for takeoff. Harley and Chris climbed inside the private plane and the pilot closed the door behind them and went to the cockpit. Chris and Harley both sat at the small desk inside the plane and both pulled out their laptops. Chris decided to get some work down while Harley decided to watch Trailer Park boys and put on his headphones. The plane taxied and soon took off down the runway and lifted into the night sky.
Over the next few hours Harley watched all six episodes in the first season of Trailer park boys and laughed the entire time. He thought it was one of the funniest shows he had seen on Netflix. His laughing distracted Chris which forced him to not get all the work done he wanted to do before finally asking what was so funny. Chris tapped the desk to get Harley’s attention, then we he did he threw up his hands. Harley took off his headphones to see what Chris wanted.
Harley Rhodes: What?
Chris shook his head
Chris: You have been laughing for hours are you ever going to stop? We are almost getting ready to land and I haven’t completed work yet. Must you laugh so much?
Harley squinted his eyes at Chris.
Harley Rhodes: Really? Must I laugh so much? Dude give a break, this is my down time, and this is me. Plus have you seen this shit? This is some funny shit. I totally can see this being Chance Von Crank and Mikey Extreme. Actually it might be them hold on let me look again.
Harley glances at the laptop screen then back at Chris
Harley Rhodes: I don’t know man, it is pretty close. They all look pretty fucking retreaded.
Chris: Says the guy who wears face paint every week
Harley glared back at Chris
Chris: Don’t like at me like that, I can joke too.
Harley Rhodes: When we get to Memphis, Tennessee we are going to a trailer park. I have to see this first hand. I mean do people really live like this? This is like ghetto shit right here. Maybe someone would be willing to give us a tour, you could be Chance Von Cranks cousin or some shit.
I’m sure they would let you in. After all isn’t he like some trailer park king or some shit? I tend to ignore people like that, not because I’m stuck up, I’m just not lazy or want to fuck my cousin but hey It’s Mikey’s America right? Imagine that Chance Von Crank’s family fucking each other in Mikey’s America.
Hey I think I might be onto something right now. I love the fact Mikey can send out tweets pretending he is some kind of bad ass and claims his America yet he allows people like Chance Von Crank fuck their cousins, sisters, brothers, or whatever they do. Dude your America is jacked the fuck up. Luckily for both of you Vengeance will put an end to this.
I just don’t get some people these days. They say I’m crazy, give me a fucking break already. I’m normal as shit compared to these mother fuckers. It’s going to be another sad day in Mikey’s America. Who knew this would be allowed to happen. The longer you stay around, the more you end up finding out about someone, the more you wish you could have just ignored them.
Harley unplugged his headphones and let Chris watch trailer park boys with him. The plane soon started to descend. As the plane touched down the pilot pulled into the private jet area of the airport. The airport was busy as normal during the morning hours. The pilot parked the plane and turned off the engines. He got up from the cockpit and opened the plane door so Harley and Chris could get out.
Harley grabbed the bags as Chris walked down the planes steps. Harley followed Chris as they left the plane they walked into the airport. Harley decided since he wanted to visit a place like where Chance Von Crank and Mikey Extreme grew up he would rent a car. Harley walked up to the enterprise rent-a-car counter to rent a car. Harley ended up renting a black 2014 Chevy Tahoe. He paid them and grabbed the keys as Harley and Chris walked to the parking lot.
As they walked through the airport finally reaching the parking lot, Harley unlocked the Tahoe and opened the rear hatch. He slowly set the bags inside and shut the door. He was mildly impressed by the looks of the Tahoe, he thought he might buy one sometime in the future. Chris climbed into the passenger seat and shut the door, Harley did the same on the driver’s side and started the vehicle.
Harley decided to reach down with his left hand pull out his phone out of his front left pocket and unlocked it. He was going attempt to find a local trailer park. Maybe the office would have one available so they could pretend to be interested in it. After all over the past few months they have been very good at mastering the form of acting. He found four trailers available at the Green Acres Mobile Home Park.
He used the GPS on his phone and typed in the address. He then placed his phone down on the drink holder. He placed the shift in drive and the two left he airport headed for the trailer park as so many people call it. As the time went by he become more excited as the closer they got to the trailer park you could see the city changing from decent people to the begging’s of white trash. The very kind of white trash that give trailer parks a bad name.
As they pull into Green Acres Mobile Home Park you can see your typical Mikey’s America white trash trailers that are run down and not taken care of. Harley and Chris looked around and was shocked at what they saw. They never thought people could live like this. They stopped at the front office building which was white in color and could use a new paint job. Harley put the Tahoe in park and opened the driver’s side door and got out. Chris stayed in the Tahoe. Harley put on his best acting face as he entered the office.
Inside the office was a middle aged man who was dressed in a Green acres t-shirt and jean shorts. Harley looked the man over and was decided what he should say. He decided he would ask the man for a private showing of any trailers for sale.
Office manager: Can I help you?
Harley decided to be polite as he thought it was be the best route for now.
Harley Rhodes: I was wondering if you had any available mobile homes for sale. I would like to take a look at one maybe to buy.
Harley had no attentions of buying anything he considered white trash.
Officer Manager: Sure do sir we have that mobile home right across the street there, the blue one.
Harley turned around and looked out the window. The site of this particular blue mobile home made Harley shake his head. As it was obvious run down condition.
Harley Rhodes: Can we take a look at it?
Officer Manager: Sure the door is unlocked.
Harley walked out of the office and laughed. He waved at Chris to get out of the Tahoe. Chris got out and followed Harley as they walked across the street.
Chris: Where are we going?
Harley smiled
Harley: We are going to look at this trailer. The manager said it was for sale and was unlocked. We are free to check out it.
Chris shook his head but followed anyways. As they reached the trailer there was a couple of guys sitting outside next door. They looked on as Harley and Chris walked inside the trailer. Inside in the trailer was your typical 1970s décor complete with shag green carpet. The walls, carpet and every appliance needed replaced. They noticed a small piece of paper sitting on the counter which read the trailer was from the 1970’s, move in ready, and asking price was $5,000.
Harley and Chris looked over the trailer. They went in and out of every room before coming back to the living room. They couldn’t understand how people could live in such trash. I guess that’s what happens when you’re in Mikey’s America, thankfully Vengeance is going to change that and get rid of this white trash too Harley thought. Harley decided to say a few words.
Harley Rhodes: So this is the very thing you call yourself a prodigy of Chance Von Crank? This very shit hole you proudly represent. So who are you going to be without all your cousins that surround you in these very trailer parks? Do you honestly think you can match up with someone like Vengeance? Have you done your homework are you just too stupid. There is a lot of stupid people in WCF Chance, I have no doubt you’re the same as them.
People like you are looked down upon in this world. It’s no one’s fault besides your own that you chose to live in this shithole. You had the same choices as everyone else in this world but you Chance you kind of made it out didn’t you? But honestly I don’t know if making to WCF is actually better for you. It’s not better for you this week I know that for a fact. But that’s ok for people like you isn’t.
People like you aren’t expected too much with their life, and I’m sure WCF doesn’t except much out of you either. Tell me what is the world supposed to expect out of you Chance? Besides you living in the trailer park fucking your cousins? Do you honestly think someone like you will make it here? I have a feeling you will be in for a reality check this Sunday at slam.
You see Chance this is all really simple, maybe you can even understand it. Hopefully I can dumb it down for your simple mind. There is this man that roams WCF, he’s big, he’s strong, and he might even be a little scary. But there has always been on true fact that has held true throughout the years. He is simply crazy. You cannot beat crazy, Chance, even if it’s hard for your simple mind to understand.
You pose no threat to this man, you are nothing compared to him. There comes a time in everyone’s life when they think they are doing well after signing a new contract. I have no doubt that is where your simple mind is. You finally made it to the big time, you finally are making attempt to make a name for yourself good for you. Sadly for you reality strikes in the form of Vengeance.
Harley laughed as he finished talking. He couldn’t get over the fact someone would brag about trailer parks. His laugh quickly came to an end as he begins talking again.
Harley Rhodes: So Mikey this is what your America is all about huh? I often wondered what the hell you talked about, but then again I could care less. But this is what you tell everyone to hail huh? Trailer parks and cousins fucking cousins. Great choice Mikey. I actually though you were better than that but then again you aren’t much above the intelligence level of Chance are you?
I really don’t need an explanation on how you run your America because no one wants to hear it. No one in their right mind would want this. Look at all this trash Mikey you have failed America and this is the very reason why America hates you. No one wants this besides a select few people like your partner for example. You both are prime examples of what’s wrong with this company. Luckily a new American hero is on the raise to save this country.
The world has watch you keep being your cocky self, but deep down inside I know you have doubts. You have your doubts about Vengeance don’t you. As much as you don’t want to admit it he has your number and it’s only a matter of time before it’s been called. The way I see it for you Mikey is you are like an inmate sitting on death row. You have your date, you have your time, and Vengeance is coming for you.
This Sunday will be no different, nothing has changed. Your America still sucks, cousins still fuck each other, hell how can we be sure that you and Chance aren’t related? Are we about too see another love story unfold between two cousins? I’m sure Jerry Springer will be dying to get you two on his show. Welcome to today’s show. Today we talk about Mikey’s America cousins fuck cousins edition.
Harley ends his rant and takes a look around the trailer once more. The more he looked the more he felt dirty. He knew Mikey’s America sucked but he never knew it was this bad. Maybe that’s why Mikey looks homeless. Harley smirked after these thoughts and walked out of the trailer Chris followed. Harley shut the trailer door and the handle fell off. He let it drop to the ground as he thought it was funny.
They walked back to the Tahoe and got in and left the trailer park without going back into the office building. They drove away from the trailer park and headed for the Hilton hotel where Chris had made reservations on the plane flight into town. They walked into the medium sized lobby, checked in and went to their rooms. Chris decided to finish his weekly work on his laptop and then walked down to Harley’s room knocking on the door. Harley opened the door and let Chris inside.
Chris: So what’s the plain for tonight? We doing anything or you actually going to sit here and relax for once?
Harley smiled there was no way he was sitting in a hotel room all night long.
Harley Rhodes: I thought about heading over to the arena and checking it out or something, I really don’t want to sit here all night long. You want to drive me over there?
Chris shrugged and agreed. He didn’t have anything better to do.
Chris: Yeah I could do that. I’ll drop off stuff in your locker room while you doing whatever you’re going to do.
They both walked out of the hotel room and walked down to the elevator. Chris pushed the down button and they waited a few seconds before the doors opened. Chris pushed the first floor button and the doors closed. The elevator dropped two floors before stopping on the first floor. The doors opened and they walked out. They exited the hotel and got back into the Tahoe. Chris drove them downtown to the FedEx forum.
Once they reached the arena they pulled in the back parking lot and was let into the building by security. Chris went and found Vengeance’s assigned locker room and Harley disappeared. Chris sat in the locker room and decided to call and talk to his family. A few minutes later Vengeance can be seen walking down the hall way headed towards the entrance ramp dressed in full face paint, and a blacked buttoned up leather coat that almost reached his feet. He walked through the curtains and looked through the arena.
The arena was already set up for Sundays slam. A few small touches needed to be completed which the ring crew was going to take care of later in the day. The arena was mostly dark but was dimly lit by the titan Tron displaying a WCF screen saver. Vengeance walked down the ramp and climbed into the ring. He again looked around and enjoyed the nice dark quite. As he took one final look through the empty area he sat on the ring mat and leaned against the turn buckles and began talking.
Vengeance: So here we are again. Another week down, another week closer to getting what I want. Mikey Extreme, here we are again. They decided to let us do battle again before the big showdown at timebomb. You’re tweets earlier this week, amusing, but stupid. You’re ignorance is sad and I pity you. I feel bad for you, I really do, you’re time is coming to an end. It’s funny how life works sometimes isn’t?
I was a desperate man not that long ago. Desperation pushed my back against the wall. I hoped you both watched every moment of it. Mikey you know exactly who what I am and as for you Chance, you finally get to meet Vengeance. Desperation is a funny word isn’t. Desperation might be the word for this entire month. Once a man ignored is now a man that is that close to being in the spot light once again.
The fact you still carry around that United States title is both sad and disappointing. That belt should be around my waist not yours. Congrats on beating some guy named headmaster by the way Mikey you finally got a win. They can’t protect you anymore. They can’t help you anymore. I am no longer held back, I am no longer ignored.
Vengeance runs his fingers through his black hair moving it out of his face.
Vengeance: Chance Von Crank, the prodigy of the trailer park. How fucking retarded are you? I have sadly watched a few of your promos since you debuted in WCF and I must say you are a complete waste of time. The face you pride yourself on being a prodigy of a trailer park is sad and pathetic. How are you a prodigy of anything? You in fact are boring and a prime example of what is wrong with this country.
I want you to enjoy your time this Sunday Chance, I really do. I want to be the first to welcome you to my world. You are in my world, just like Mikey. Let me tell you about my world Chance. Let me tell you about the world of Vengeance. Are you sitting down? Are you listening?
Anger begins to build inside Vengeance as he quickly stands and starts pacing back in forth in the ring. He suddenly stops and begins speaking.
Vengeance: This ring is my world. I belong in this ring. I belong in front of these fans. I belong here. I have had to fight and claw my way back to the spot light week after week while other’s get handed a silver platter. That doesn’t work in my world. Ask Raymond Hatcher how his silver platter worked out for him. It might take you awhile I’m not sure if he is awake yet.
Mikey got handed a silver platter a few weeks ago when he was destroyed by these very hands. As much as you try Mikey you cannot be me. You can idolize me all you want but that will not help you. I can no longer save you Mikey. I gave you a chance to accept me in your life but you chose ignorance. Ignorance will not help you. I will not help you. American will not help you.
What happened between us was no fluke thing. Week after week I have warned people like you Mikey, people that are ignorant, people who are protected, people who are handed things. A new monster is on the rise in the WCF is there is nothing either of you can to do to stop me. Do you believe me yet? No, you don’t believe me. Ignorance will be the death of you. The death of both of you. This Sunday at slam you will be read your last rites.
Vengeance slowly walks over to the ropes and leans over. Anger was leaving his mind. The lights suddenly come on in the arena as the ring crew had arrived to finish setting up for slam. Vengeance looks around to see if anyone was in the arena during his rant. A woman walks on the entrance stage and looks towards the ring and catches Vengeance’s eye.
Tiffany White can be standing on the entrance ramp looking towards the ring. Vengeance didn’t like being interrupted during his rant and he quickly turned his head towards the entrance ramp and locked eyes with Tiffany. The two starred each other down for a few seconds and both finally nodded as Tiffany walked back into the backstage area. Vengeance exited the ring and walked out through the seats and disappeared.
