Post by Vengeance on Mar 27, 2016 6:08:28 GMT -5
"King Nothing" Mikey Extreme
VS
"The New American Hero" Vengeance
As his face paint is nearly gone, sweat pours down his forehead Vengeance walks slowly through the backstage area with the WCF Unites States title over his left shoulder. As he makes his way towards his locker room he looks around watch the various people doing odd jobs to make sure WCF Slam works as it supposed too. He had many thoughts running through his head after tonight’s match. He stood across the ring from the current dominate stable #BeachKrew which had some of the top talent in the WCF roster. But he also was forced to tag with the same person that he had gone to war with over the past several weeks. It didn’t matter if it was single matches or Tag matches one person was always present.
That one was person was Mikey Extreme. Mikey Extreme the man that has been given countless chances to defeat Vengeance. The man who has been given every chance to win with a tag partner or on his own. The man WCF has given countless opportunities too. For some reason WCF management has held on to the whole Mikey Extreme America bullshit and they refuse to let go. Everything that Vengeance has said in the past hasn’t sunk into the hearts of management. Not that long ago he called them out for giving chance after chance to the same people. Now it was Mikey Extremes turn.
Vengeance finally made it to his locker room and opened the door; he walked inside and shut the door behind him. He took the WCF United States title and laid it on the wooden bench seat that he sat down on. As he sat there again thinking of what happened between him and Mikey tonight during Slam it seemed like a never ending story that should have been cut off weeks ago. It should have been cut off When Vengeance beat Mikey in a nontitle match which should have been a title match. Vengeance shook his head as he still couldn’t clear Mikey Extreme from his mind. Why, just why has he been given the special treatment by management? What makes him so special to them? Is he there chosen United States champion? Do they really believe in him that much? How many times does Vengeance need to win?
How many more times do we need to go down this road before it’s enough? How many times does Mikey Extreme need to fall victim to the Last Rites power bomb before he realizes that he cannot win this war? Vengeance vs Mikey Extreme was no doubt a huge ratings boost at the last pay per view as we stole the show. Hmm, maybe just maybe this is the reason why they give Mikey another chance at this pay per view. It’s all about that ratings boost; it has to be about the ratings boost. Does America really love watching Vengeance beat down Mikey Extreme that much? After all it’s about what the American people want right? I almost felt sorry for the American people. May 31st 2015 and November 22nd 2015 are two of the worst days in American history; Mikey Extreme became champion of this great country twice.
Vengeance leans back on the wall and closes his eyes. He keeps deep in thought as he waits for Chris. Now I must halt my presidential campaign to defend this country from the likes of Mikey Extreme. This is just another reason why Mikey is bad for America. Why would you delay a campaign that will make America better than America? The answer to that question is quite simple; you want to destroy this country. I cannot let that happen, my family has stood up and defended this country through generations and I must to do the same. I must go to war one more time with the biggest jackass this country has ever seen. I will not all Mikey to take over and turn this country into dictatorship that he so desires. Mikey want’s to control this country, the people control this country no one else, and that is something he cannot accept. The door suddenly flies open and Chris walks inside and shuts it behind him. This immediately forces Vengeance to open his eyes.
Chris: Really? You’re sleeping after that match tonight? Can you not focus on what’s going on? You got to go face to face with #Beackrew which has assembled some amazing talent and you decided to fight Mikey Extreme instead. You have to be better than that. You are a champion and this was your time to shine, do you honestly want to be United States champion for the rest of your life, or do you want to actually climb the ladder again? I really think you need to focus.
I’m glad you want to become president of the United States, everyone knows we need someone in that office that will make this country better than ever, but I think that’s going to be a distraction from what really matters. Being champion is what really matters this is your career, I think this is what you need to focus on and drop the whole presidential stuff. Look what being about America did to Mikey Extreme, he was obsessed with it.
Vengeance looks towards the ground and shakes his head. He slowly brings his head back up to look at Chris. As he runs his fingers through his hair to remove it from his face he begins to speak.
Vengeance: First off you really need to calm down; I was in here relaxing thinking about what’s happening with Mikey Extreme. I needed to just chill the fuck out for a minute. Do you realize how hard it is to juggle a presidential campaign and a wrestling career at the same time? Before you even think about speaking let me tell you. While you took the past couple weeks off, I was out there flying town to t own meeting with the people of this great country. Those people matter, this country matters.
I was out there shaking everyone’s hands, I was signing autographs, and I was giving the best speeches any candidate has ever given. People turned out by the thousands to hear what I had to say. Those people want something different. They are tired of being talked down to, they are tired of someone claiming he owns the country; quite frankly people are tired of Mikey Extreme and everything they stand for. Being the United States champion means you are the champion of the greatest country on earth.
America has seen its share of dark times in history. Because of these times America needs a hero. A real life hero, someone who they can look up too, someone who they can talk too, and someone they can touch. These people look towards me to lead this country in the right direction. Behind this black and white face paint, I am the real life batman, I am the real life superman, I am the champion of the United States, and I am the new superhero of America. I will not fail like Mikey Extreme; I will succeed and make this country better than ever!
People want to see Vengeance, they don’t care about Harley Rhodes, every superhero is called by their superhero name, No one calls Batman Bruce Wayne, No one calls Superman Clark Kent, No one calls me Harley Rhodes, they call me Vengeance, and Vengeance is the new face of America. How does that sound Mikey? Do you need a minute for that to sink in? Vengeance is the new face of America, let me say that one more time, Vengeance is the new face of America.
Vengeance smiles as he stops talking. He was starting to enjoy the new line he came up with calling him the new face of America. Chris just stood there looking at Vengeance with a blank stare of his face slowly shaking his head from left to right. Chris decided to sit down on a metal folding chair and took a few seconds to think about what Vengeance had just said. Someone of it understood and some of it confused him.
Chris: The more you talk the more you are starting to sound like Mikey Extreme. What is it with that title that everyone thinks they control this country? I don’t get it. But it doesn’t matter to me I don’t have to get it, the only thing I have to get is you beating Mikey Extreme one more time this Sunday at the pay per view. Can we forget all this president talk and focus this week on Mikey? Is that possible?
Vengeance smiled and shook his head right to left. He could see Chris didn’t understand that he wasn’t going to lose focus on what is about to happen this Sunday in a Flag Match.
Vengeance: Do you not follow me on twitter? Or do you not pay attention like everyone else? I have already said there will be no campaign this week the focus is completely on Mikey Extreme. I will not let history repeat itself this time. Mikey Extreme cannot beat me. He never has and he never will. The fact he had to cry to management to get this match is completely sad. It’s time to move on Mikey, I don’t get why you like getting your ass beat every time you stand across the ring from me.
Are you really that stupid? Has all these ass beatings effected your brain or where you born stupid? What happened to the dark lords? Why haven’t they shown you the way? Maybe you should allow Hank Brown to step in for you because let’s face it Mikey, That’s what all of your promos are, nothing but a boring ass Hank Brown interview. Do you really think getting interview by Hank Brown over and over each week is entertaining? Or maybe now that you realize you don’t know what true darkness is you can find something new to follow around. After all it was you claimed that I know nothing about the darkness and once again it was thrown back in your face when it was I who has been in that dark place that you only can dream about.
The darkness you claimed so tight too. The darkness in that chewed you up and spit you back out. You lost everything that was important to you. Your whole world came crashing down; everything you based your whole career around was stolen. It was all taken by me. The man who you cannot beat, the man who is the new face of the United States. I don’t blame you for hating me; I don’t blame you for wanting to fight me again. But you should have seen all this coming Mikey, You should have known before Timebomb that I was simply better then you that I was going to destroy your whole world. I was the one who will take the United States and lead it into the future as champion.
None of this should have been a shock to anyone. You especially should have known that I was going to take everything away from you. The way life works Mikey is there is someone always better then you; there is someone who you cannot beat. Vengeance is that someone. It’s ok Mikey the more I think about it the more I am ok with facing you one last time. I don’t mind giving you one last ass beating to send you off to find someone else you can attempt to beat for the 100th time. This is your last chance at my United States title Mikey. This is your last time to finally say you have beat Vengeance, this is your last time to finally get that big career win you so desperately need, and you, you will be just another notch in my United States title belt as I go on to bigger and better opponents. I’m going to go take a shower.
Vengeance stands up and reaches into his black suitcase and pulls out a pair of black athletic shorts and a black t-shirt with Vengeance’s face on the front, he also grabbed a red towel. He slowly walked out of the locker room and walked down to the shower area. For the next twenty minutes he took a steamy relaxing shower. Meanwhile Chris decided to pull his laptop out of his gray suitcase and turned it on. After opening the laptop and pressing the power button it took about a minute to load before Chris was able to log onto his computer. After logging in he decided to watch Mikey Extreme’s promo when he faced Vulgar. After pressing play what Chris watched was somewhat shocking to him.
His Brown eyes lit up to see how much Mikey Extreme has become obsessed with Vengeance. From the fact he was in denial about losing to throwing a Vengeance action figure like it was trash to buying a replica WCF United States Title. It was becoming clearer that Chris felt as if Mikey Extreme was trying to become Vengeance. From the tattoos to the face paint to the carrying of the United States title. There was no doubt in Chris’s mind that he had to show Vengeance this clip. He knew Vengeance wasn’t going to like what he saw. Soon after the video clip ended the door slowly opened and Harley Rhodes walked inside the locker room. Dressed in his black shirt with Vengeance’s face on front, black athletic shorts, his black hair pulled back into a pony tail
Chris: Remind me I need to show you a video later on.
Harley gave a confused look as he had no clue to what Chris was talking about
Harley Rhodes: A video? Of what? I don’t want to watch your computer porn; I thought we have already gone over this before I hired you. Keep that shit private.
Chris smirked as he closed his laptop before putting it back into his suitcase.
Chris: Give me a break; you know damn well that’s not what I need to show you.
Harley smiled.
Harley Rhodes: So you admitting you have computer porn?
Chris shook his head in disagreement
Chris: No, it’s a video that involves Mikey Extreme. I think you need to watch it seriously.
Harley gave a disgusted look towards Chris as he thought he had Porn involving Mikey Extreme.
Harley Rhodes: So what you’re trying to say is you have porn involving Mikey Extreme? Dude why the fuck would you watch that shit? He is one ugly mother fucker. I can’t imagine him doing porn he can barely function in life. I guess if that’s what you are into then that’s cool, but I really don’t want to see it, matter of fact I am not watching that at all.
Chris was starting to get irritated by this point and you could see it in his face.
Chris: There is no fucking porn, There is no Mikey Extreme porn you dumbass. I have a video from a Mikey Extreme promo recently that talks about Vengeance. I’m telling you this is something you really need to watch. I know you called him a want to be Vengeance in the past and I think you actually might be right. So remind me to show you this video later on.
Harley shakes his head.
Harley Rhodes: You know honestly that doesn’t surprise me one bit. I am everything he wants to be in life. Do you know what that is Chris? A winner, he wants to be a winner like me, something that he seemly cannot do. He has had chance after chance, time after time, to bring down Vengeance and he has failed every time. You almost have to feel sorry for someone like that you know. I mean how much harder is life when that happens? You have one goal, achieving that goal has been thrown in front of you multiple times yet you still fail. Most people achieve their goals in life, yet Mikey Extreme fails every time and now he stands there desperate. Desperation is such a funny word isn’t?
You know not that long ago I was desperate. I was desperate to prove that I could be still relevant in the ring and hang with all the new talent that has walked through door. I was desperate to prove to everyone that I still had what it took to be a champion. I set goals for myself and I did what you have failed to do Mikey, I achieved them. I know that place you are in right now. I have been there more than once. But I am simply a better man than you Mikey. I am better at everything. I am better at life, wrestling, being United States champion, I am simply just better than you. There is nothing wrong with that it happens, Hell there are plenty of people who are probably better than me.
But now because you went crying to WCF management Vengeance is forced into fighting you again at this pay per view. You cried yourself into a title match that you do not deserve. There are tons of people who deserve a title shot over you. People like Psycho Dragon, Adam Young, Doc Henry, Bad News Benson and Cormack MacNeill all which are simply better than you. But you had that one ace in the hole didn’t you, that once ace where you knew you could go crying and they would feel sorry for you because Vengeance took away your whole gimmick and because of that they let you have another shot at getting you gimmick back. In a perfect world that would all work for you wouldn’t?
But this world isn’t perfect and without this United States title around your waist Mikey Extreme is nothing. What is Mikey Extreme without his America gimmick? Are you the king of Extreme? The answer is no, you haven’t done anything extreme but get your ass beat almost every week, when is the last time you even won a match? Have you won a match recently? Sorry I haven’t paid attention. Are you the King of America? That is almost laughable at this point. You are nothing to America and you should have took my advice and moved to Canada. I took America away from you Mikey, and It’s not coming back anytime soon if ever. The last one is my favorite that you call yourself. Are you ready for it? I think you should sit down for this one. Are you sitting?
The King of Darkness. Are you fucking kidding? Why do you still call yourself this? You haven’t done anything worthy of being dark since I returned last august. So what the fuck makes you the king of something you know nothing about? I keep asking you this and you refuse to answer this question, matter of fact I’m sure a lot of people would like to know the answer to this question. So why don’t you answer it Mikey. What the fuck makes you the King of Darkness? Talking to some want to be dark lords means nothing outside your head. You haven’t done a damn thing, matter of fact you haven’t done a damn thing about anything you claim to be. This is your last chance to prove to me that you are worth a shit Mikey, if you fail this time get the fuck out of my life for good. Actually does something with you career.
Harley throws his towel in his suitcase along with his wrestling gear and zips it up. Chris places his laptop in his suitcase and zips it up. They both pull the handles out of their suitcases and pull them behind them as they walk out of the locker room and head out of the arena. As they walk outside they are hit with a blast of cold air that took both their breaths away as snow was lightly failing from the Detroit sky. You could see their footsteps in the snow and their breath in the air as they slowly walked through the parking lot to reach their rented Chevy Impala. Chris reached down with right hand and pulled the car keys out of his right pocket and pressed the unlock button twice. As he pushed the button twice the car unlocked, he then pushed the trunk release button and the trunk popped slightly. Harley grabbed the trunk and opened it.
Harley and Chris both through their bags inside the trunk and Harley slammed the trunk lid shut. Harley opened the back passenger door and reached inside and grabbed an ice scrapper that was laying on the backseat. Chris opened the driver’s door sat down, closed the door and started the car. Harley quickly ran the brush that was on the opposite side of the ice scrapper over the car brushing off the white powdery snow from the car. It took him a few minutes to get the car completely cleaned off, as Chris sat in the driver’s seat watching, refusing to help. As Harley finished brushing the car off, he opened the driver’s side rear door and threw the ice scrapper in the back seat. He walked around and opened the passenger side door, sitting down and shutting the door.
Harley Rhodes: Thanks for helping me, fucking dick.
Chris smiled as he thought it was funny watching Harley brush off the car while freezing.
Chris: Hey no problem, I’m glad you could handle such a difficult task on your own. So you know the jet won’t be able to fly in the snow right? So you need to make a choice. Do you want to stay the night here or do you want to drive to Chicago?
Harley sat there and stared out the window for a few minutes thinking over what he wanted to do. He decided that he didn’t want to stay the night and a nice road would be fun. Or so he thought.
Harley Rhodes: You know what, let’s drive, it’s been awhile and we always have fun on road trips right? Or at least we used to have fun. Let’s get the fuck out of here.
Chris pulled his smartphone out of his left pocket and used the GPS on his phone to find the best route to Chicago and he was surprised that the trip would only take 4 hours and 43 minutes. Chris placed the shifter in reverse and backed out of the parking space. He then placed it in drive and slowly drove out of the parking lot. They drove through the city streets that were lit up by street that and snow covered the roads and sidewalks. The snow continued to lightly fall as they reached they interstate. The interstate had more traffic which keeps the roads from being snow covered. As Chris reached seventy five he pushed in the cruise button. It seemed it only took a few minutes before the city lights were behind them as they left Detroit.
The city lights became dimmer as they drove further into the dark country side of Michigan. After about an hour of driving the snow seemed to stop and the sky was lit by a bright moon. The moon was so bright with the fresh snow covering the ground you could see almost everything. Harley fell asleep a short time later as Chris continued to drive. Chris decided to book some rooms while he was driving and called the Swissotel Chicago which was located downtown near the Navy Pier and Lake Michigan. Chris booked two rooms next to each other and hung up the phone. Chris continued to drive for the next three hours. Three hours later the countryside darkness faded away and was slowly turning into City lights as they reached the suburbs of Chicago.
As Chris takes the exit for downtown Chicago he slows the car down which wakes Harley up. Harley slowly opens his eyes and looks around. He was confused not knowing where they were. As Chris comes to a stop at a red light Harley once again looks around trying to figure out where they were. As the sleeping grogginess left him he thought about it again and realized they were in downtown Chicago which should have never took him that long to realize. Chicago was only an eight hour drive from his home town of Des Moines so he vacationed here a lot with his parents when he was younger. The last vacation he took with his parents was to the city of Chicago and little did Chris know they stayed at the Swissotel. As Chris drove the city streets downtown Chicago there wasn’t too many people out and about, the closer they got to lake Michigan and the navy pier area Harley quickly realized were Chris was going.
Harley didn’t say anything he just sat there in the passenger seat. He had so many emotions running through his head he didn’t know what to think. He had been so wrapped up in a presidential campaign he almost forgot everything that happened during the week before TImebomb. How he told his parents he would win the United States title for them and how Larry and Joanne showed up to support him. Now he had to face the last great vacation memory he had with his family. Harley still kept his mouth shut and just stared out the window. Chris finally reached the hotel and pulled up to the door were they were met by a bellhop who was dressed in a red coat and black pants. The bellhop reached down and opened the passenger door and walked around to the Drivers door and did the same.
He greeted them as Harley and Chris climbed out of the car closing the doors behind them. Chris pushed the trunk release button on the remote popping the trunk slightly open. Harley reached down and opened the trunk grabbing his suitcase, Chris also grabbed his and Harley closed the trunk. Chris handed the keys to the parking attending and the parking attendant handed him a paper slip with some numbers on it. Harley and Chris walked inside the lobby of the hotel as the parking attendant drove their rental car off to the parking lot. Inside the lobby was fairly large and empty as it was the middle of the night. Chris walked up to the counter and spoke with a young female who was working the nightshift. It took her around five minutes to get them checked in as she was fairly new to the job.
After getting their room Keys they made their way to the evaluator. Chris pushed the up button as they stood there quietly waiting for the doors to open. Thirty seconds later there was a ding and the up arrow lit up red and the doors opened. They walked inside pulling their suit cases behind them. Chris reached down with his right hand and pressed the fifth floor button with his right index finger. The doors closed as the elevator slowly climbed to the fifth floor making a beep sound with each passing floor. The ride lasted about twenty seconds and the elevator came to a stop on the fifth floor. The doors opened and the two walked out. They turned right and walked halfway down the hallway before reaching their rooms next door to each other. Chris entered his and Harley did the same in his.
As Harley entered the room he turned on the light and looked around. The room was decent size and nice looking. They had a robe folded on the bed with a mint on the pillow, slippers on the floor. The walls were painted red and white and the bed was king sized with red and white blankets. Harley opened the curtains and looked out the window. The view was the best part of the room as it looked over Lake Michigan. Harley stood there and stared out the window for what seemed forever. With the moon shining bright over the lake you could see small waves coming to shore. Harley smiled for a moment as he enjoyed the view. The smile didn’t last long as Mikey Extreme once again popped into his head. The thoughts of Mikey Extreme always popping in his head were becoming extremely annoying to him.
Harley Rhodes: Mikey Extreme, Mikey fucking Extreme, Mikey not Extreme, what more can I possibly say about you? Vengeance vs Mikey Extreme, Vengeance vs Mikey Extreme, it’s beyond annoying at this point and you are becoming annoying. I know you had every intention in walking into Timebomb thinking that night was going to be the night were you finally stepped you game up and kept what you held so close. You thought you could finally overthrow Vengeance; you thought when you had your back against the wall you could do the impossible. But you have failed everything. Failure is becoming a common thing for you lately isn’t? The more you fail the more you fail to learn Mikey. You should know better by now. The cockiness that you show the world is pathetic at best. Quite frankly it’s a skill you cannot back up.
You stood there and spoke to Hank Brown for the millionth time and thought you were going to hold the United States title for 100 days. 100 days is a long time to hold a title, and you had the nerve to bring up Natural Ice Beckman and honestly believe you are on the same level as him? Give me a fucking break Mikey; you need a serious reality check. You have become stale and old, your promos are basically the same thing repeated each and every week and your wrestling skills aren’t much better. Let me be real to you if I may just for a second. You saying Extreme every other word is not entertaining. People who work at McDonalds have a bigger vocabulary then that. You did nothing for this belt Mikey, matter of fact the only thing you did was bring the belt down a couple ranks.
You had it all planned out didn’t you Mikey. You wanted to throw this huge party to celebrate you 100 day title reign. You wanted it to be a yearly celebration didn’t you? You thought by achieving that you would become the greatest United States champion in WCF history. Hell, you almost made it. Almost is the word you hate the most isn’t. You almost had 100 days, you almost had that party, and you almost made it. I could see it now large room, red, white, blue confetti everywhere maybe five or six people in attendance, you know the ones who actually believe Mikey is better they you really are. You sitting there getting praised from these people holding the United States title all proud you overcame the impossible. Everyone is drinking their favorite drinks having the greatest night ever.
Harley stops talking and begins to laugh. The thought of Mikey Extreme actually making to 100 days as champion was funny to him. He reached back and takes the pony tail out of his hair, as he runs his fingers through his hair. Harley smirks as he begins talking again.
Harley Rhodes: So your party was canceled. You faced the biggest nightmare of your career when you stood across the ring from a man twice your size, a man who thrives on hurting people, a man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Vengeance, Vengeance is a name that you hate. A name that ruined everything Mikey Extreme wanted, ruined everything Mikey Extreme was about. Mikey you had all the confidence in the world going into Timebomb, you thought you were the main attraction, and you thought Vengeance was going to be another big win for you. But then you got dethroned and your whole world came crashing down and you became King nothing overnight. King Nothing Mikey Extreme.
This isn’t going to be a battle over the United States; this won’t be some story told civil war. You know as well as I do. Sure you want this title back, you want you gimmick back, you want your old life back, but more importantly you want to finally beat Vengeance. You finally want that big career win over someone who is actually worth a shit. But you know deep down inside you cannot and will not beat me, and this will soon be over I would suggest taking a break for you Mikey. I believe you need to do some serious soul searching to figure out just who exactly Mikey Extreme will be from here on out. You can no longer call yourself an American hero, you are an American failure. You America gimmick are dead just like your run over the United States title division. I don’t blame you for hating me Mikey, I really don’t. I actually think it’s funny.
This Sunday at Explosion in a flag match may go down as the match of the week again, but that has nothing to do with you, that will be purely thanks to the skill Vengeance brings to the ring. My career is no longer in question Mikey all the answers I wanted answered having been answered. You’re digging your own grave Mikey and going to WCF management and crying like a bitch because you lost everything is completely sad. As much as I don’t like the fact that you are trying to ride the coat tails of my career, I thought you were better than a whining bitch, but I guess I was wrong. Hey maybe I just saved you career with that Mikey I really hope you like your new gimmick. Mikey Extreme King whiny bitch, hell I could even hashtag it and get it trending around the world just for you. It will be a lot easier for you to get noticed with my help, everyone hates you.
However that may not work, I wouldn’t be surprised if this was your last in WCF, after all it would be a great way for you to go out. I will climb the pole and remove the America flag as I stand over you I will wave it proudly and go on with my United States title run. But I don’t want you to leave WCF empty handed and I don’t want to deport you to Canada without anything. I’m going to be the bigger man for once and give you a chance to accept my offer. This offer will be short lived so it would be in your best interest to accept before Sunday. I will personally pay for all your moving cost to Canada; I will even buy your shack in the woods. After all if I was you I wouldn’t want to be around the people that hate you.
So what is your answer going to be Mikey? Will you accept this offer and hit the road before Sunday or will you show up like the fool you are? Everything that I have told you so far has turned out to be true don’t you think it’s about time for once in your life to listen to my words of wisdom? Just once do it for you, just once save your wrestling career and listen to me. They have wrestling careers in Canada, they aren’t on the level of WCF but they are on the Mikey Extreme level, the level that is passible but nothing to brag over. If you decide to ignore me again like you have in the past I will promise you Vengeance will destroy you once and for all this Sunday. No one has been a thorn in myside like you have and I am going to pluck you at Explosion. I’m going to fucking destroy your life more then I already have!
Harley suddenly stopped talking and blinked his blue eyes twice. He took one last look at Lake Michigan then slowly raised his head and stared at the moon. Harley seemly lost his concentration and all he could think about was Mikey Extreme. No matter what he did, or who he talked too all that was on his mind was Mikey Extreme. It was hard for Harley to relax, matter of fact he hadn’t relaxed in weeks, first it was winning the United States title, then it was presidential campaigning, and now he was being forced to defend his belt against Mikey Extreme, Mikey Extreme, Mikey Extreme, that’s all that matters in this world Mikey Extreme. The more Harley stared the moon the more he wondered what Mikey Extreme was doing at this very moment?
Where did he go after their fall out during Slam? What did he do when security finally broke the fight up? No one got the upper hand as the arena’s security was quick to break the fight up once they reached the back stage area. Does Mikey Extreme believe that he now has the upper hand? Could Mikey actually beat Vengeance? Harley quickly shook that thought off. No, it wasn’t possible. Mikey can and will never beat Vengeance right? Of course that is right; there is no doubt in that. Mikey faced a different type of Vengeance at Timebomb. He faced a man who was fighting with emotion, a man who was simply just another man with a painted face. If Mikey was even an ounce smart he would know everything about that Vengeance, He would know how he worked in the ring; he should know every move that Vengeance was going to make.
Is Mikey that smart? Even if he was would it even matter? Harley was starting to realize the more he thought that he needed to reach down deep inside and bring that violent side of Vengeance out. He needs to bring that dark, hardcore, violent, and even sadistic side out. He knew that Mikey needed to face true darkness for the first time in his life. Explosion was the time to return that very side of Vengeance and finally destroy Mikey Extreme once and for all. It was this flag match was Mikey Extreme’s wrestling career would be sacrificed. It was this United States title match that would be Mikey’s last. It will be March 27th 2016 that will be Mikey Extreme’s end. Mikey fears Vengeance.
Harley quickly blinked eyes to snap out of his thoughts as he quickly shook his head from left to right. He took one last look around out of is fifth floor hotel window and pulled the curtains shut. He turned around and walked over to the light switch on the wall and turned it off with his right hand. He lay down in bed and attempted to fall asleep. As he laid there on his back in the hotels king sized bed he stared off into the darkness, with the only light shinnying was the red glow from the alarm clock sitting on a small desk besides the bed. Harley laid there for about an hour trying to clear his mind before finally falling asleep. Shortly after Harley fell asleep he started to dream, or maybe it was a nightmare?
Entering Harley’s dream it became more vivid. He was in the middle a desert. The moon and stars light up the night sky and it was fairly warm. The brown sand that he stood on was warm but not hot. Harley looked around and he could see nothing, there was no sound, the air was calm. Harley looked down and noticed he was wearing a black robe, he still couldn’t understand what was happening. He decided to start walking, after he took the first step he suddenly stopped as he heard a voice off in the distance. Harley stood still trying to make out what this voice was saying but he couldn’t understand it. Harley once again looked around, but he could see nothing but darkness. He again took a step and suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.
The tap felt like two fingers firmly hitting his left shoulder three times. Harley quickly stopped as he became nervous he whispered what the fuck under his breath. He began to breath heavy as adrenaline started kicking in, he could also feel his heart racing. He slowly took a deep and breathes and turned around to see what was touching him. As he slowly turned around he saw a man dressed in a black robe that was also covering his face. This startled Harley and he took two steps back before tripping over his feet and falling into the sand. He landed on his back and made an imprint in the sand, he looked the robbed man up and down and tried using his legs to push himself away, but the man stayed close. Sweat started to pour from Harley’s head drop by drop it ran down his face. Harley tried to talk but he stumbled over his words.
There was no doubt fear had overtaken Harley. He knew it, and the robbed man could sense it. Harley stopped pushing with his legs and just laid there staring at the robbed man. The robbed man walked to the side of Harley and kneeled down on his right knee running his fingers through the warm brown sand. He ran his fingers through the sand for a second time as he picked up the sand and poured it over Harley’s face. The sand stick to Harley’s face and head as he was covered in sweat. Harley brushed the sand away from his eyes and tried speaking once more and failed. The man covered Harley’s mouth with his gloved hand as if he was telling Harley not to say a word. He slowly pressed Harleys face down to the sand. Harley laid there blinking his blue eyes overcome with fear he had no clue what to do. As his head pushed into the sand the robbed man spoke. He spoke one world in a soft deep voice.
Robbed man: Fear.
Harley suddenly awoke from his dream and sat up in bed breathing heavily he tried catching his breath. Sweat poured down his face as he looked around his hotel room. After a few minutes he realized that he had a nightmare and was able to calm down. He looked over at the red glow of the alarm clock and noticed it was 4 am and he was only asleep for about ten minutes. Harley climbed out of the hotel bed and walked to the bathroom and flipped on the light switch was his left hand. He stood their looked into the mirror and turned the facet on with his right hand. He cupped warm water in both hands and splashed over his face to clear the sweat off. He reached with his right hand and grabbed the hand down that was hanging from the towel rack next to the sink and whipped off his face.
Harley again stared into the mirror and slowly blinked his eyes. After each blink Harley’s face changed. One blink it was the painted face of Vengeance the next blink it was Harley Rhodes cleaning shaved face. This went on for the next ten seconds before stopping. Harley again shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. He reached up with his left hand and turned the light off as he walked out of the bathroom. He climbed back into bed and fell asleep. This time Harley’s overactive brain allowed him to sleep with no nightmare dreams. Harley slept for the next twelve hours erupted. Harley awoke around 4 pm the following day. He got out of bed and opened the curtains and looked outside. The city of Chicago was busy with people walking back and forth from various buildings and the streets were jammed pack full of cars driving to different destinations. After a few minutes looking out the window there was a knock on the door. Harley turned around and walked to the door and looked out the little window hole and saw it was Chris carrying his laptop. Harley unlocked and opened the door with his left hand and Chris walked in.
Chris: Are you just waking up? How long do you need to sleep?
Harley stayed straight face while answering Chris.
Harley Rhodes: Let’s just say I had a long night.
Chris gave a confused look towards Harley. He wanted to know what he meant by late night.
Chris: What did you go out partying last night? Or did you work on your presidential campaign stuff? I told you, you really need to focus on the Flag match this week. Don’t doubt Mikey just because he has never beaten you. I have all the faith in the world that you will be able to beat him again, but remember anyone can get beat on any night.
Harley shook his head in disagreement
Harley Rhodes: No I had a nightmare that actually scared the shit out of me.
Chris interrupts
Chris: Holy shit you did a Hank Brown interview in your dreams didn’t you? I get it man that is some scary shit, like boring scary, like Mikey Extreme boring. That would probably scare the shit out of me too, and I would probably lose sleep as well.
Harley doesn’t find what Chris said to be funny.
Harley Rhodes: No, I didn’t do any boring ass Hank Brown interview. Do you think I’m that lame and that’s the only think I can do every week? I have better things to do and say then needing the assistance of Hank Brown. I had a dream that I was in the desert. It was pitch black but warm. The air was calm and everything was silent. So I started walking and as I took a few steps I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder. That totally didn’t make any sense to me because I looked around more than once and no one was around. But after I turned around to see what was tapping me on the shoulder there stood a man dressed in a black robe. This robe covered him from head to toe and he also wore gloves. It caught me off guard so bad I took a few steps back and fell straight on my back.
I tried pushing myself away from this guy with my legs but I didn’t go anywhere. As I laid there I was nervous, I was scared, I didn’t know what to do. It was as if I almost needed to transform myself into Vengeance so I wouldn’t fear what was standing over me. But that never happened. I laid there as Harley Rhodes scared for my life. I had sweat pouring from my head and all I could do was mumble words. So I stop trying to push myself away from this man and just laid there. He kneeled down beside me and poured sand all over my head. He then placed his hand over my mouth as if he didn’t want me to speak; I thought he was trying to kill me. He finally spoke and only said one word. That one word I didn’t know what it meant at the time, but he said fear, then I woke up.
Chris looked at Harley and didn’t know what to say. He thought this was one of the most fucked up dreams he has ever heard of.
Chris: Dude what the fuck goes on in your head? That has to be of the most fucked up dreams I have ever heard in my life. I don’t even know what to say about that. What do you think it means? Dreams always have a meaning right? Fear? What does that mean?
Harley smirks as he knew what that dream meant.
Harley Rhodes: You know after thinking about it for a while I know what it means. Soon you and the whole world will find out what the meaning of fear is, I promise you that. But in the mean time you brought you laptop you going to show me this Mikey Extreme promo that I missed.
Chris almost forgot he was carrying his laptop. He sat the laptop down on the table and opened it. He pressed the power button and sat down. Harley sat down next to him.
Chris: Good thing you said something, I almost forgot I brought this here.
Harley and Chris sat there as the computer takes several minutes to load.
Harley Rhodes: I think you need a new computer. This is like a Mikey Extreme promo long slow and boring. Kind of makes you want to punch yourself in the face.
Chris laughs
Chris: Well this is my old laptop, the other one I use for work is still in my suitcase. It’s a lot faster than this one.
The computer finally loads and Chris connects to the hotel’s wireless internet and pulls up the link for Mikey Extreme’s vulgar display promo. As they sit there in complete boredom watching the promo Mikey goes through how he is still better then Vengeance and how he didn’t fight hard enough which Harley thought were typical words for someone who got absolutely destroyed. Than he goes on claiming it’s still his country yet everyone still hates him and he’s not good enough to be champion of the country he calls his. Harley started to fall asleep out of boredom a few times during the promo and Chris had to hit his arm to keep him awake. Then came the part where Mikey throws a Vengeance action figure down the aisle and buys a toy United States title belt. Harley sat there and let it sink in for a few seconds.
After the few seconds and right before the typical Hank Brown interview Harley exploded over the thought of Mikey Extreme mocking him by throwing a Vengeance action figure and buying a toy belt to pretend that he is still the United States champion. Harley’s face turned bright red out of anger as he grabbed Chris’s laptop and banged it against the table breaking it half as the screen shattered into small pieces that flew everywhere. He grabbed Chris with his right hand by the shirt collar and pulled him out of the chair and forced him to the door. As they approached the door Harley opened it with his left and shoved Chris out into the hallway. Harley pushed the door shut and Chris stood in the hallway trying to figure out what just happened. It has been awhile since he had witnessed Harley explode out of anger. Chris decided to stay in the hallway until Harley could calm down.
Harley paced back and forth in the hotel room for a few minutes before he walked back into the bathroom. He stood there again at the mirror and stared. He saw his face bright red from anger. Harley blinked and when he opened his eyes his face was painted black and white like Vengeance, he blinked again opening his eyes his face was cleared but bright red, he blinked again and opened his eyes his face was again painted black and white like Vengeance. He blinked one last time and as he opened his eyes his face stayed the same face painted black and white like Vengeance.
Vengeance: Do you think this is a game Mikey? Is that what goes through your stupid mind? This is all one big game surrounding the United States title. I’m sure you enjoyed yourself in that toy shop when you decided to mock me. How dare you mock me? Who the hell do you think you are? This isn’t a game Mikey as much as you would like to play with your little toys and pretend to be someone you’re not this is real life, this Sunday will be real life and the ass beating you are about to get will be real life. You mocking me have done nothing but fuel a rage inside me that I have not felt in a long time. I will not be mocked and I certainly will not be mocked by someone like you. Do you not remember what I am capable of doing? Do we need to relive the ending from Timebomb? Do you remember what happened Mikey? You got your ass beat by me once again. Just like every time we step in the ring.
Now that I have taken everything you worked your whole career for, you can do nothing better but buy a toy and pretend your champion again. I watched your little promo on how you think you are still the man you were before Timebomb, but we both know that not even close to being the truth. I broke you down mentally, I broke you down physically, and I broke your world in half. I have overtaken everything you stood for. I am the new face of America, I am the new American hero, and I am Vengeance. Deep down inside I thought you might have a small chance of being a better man than what you have displayed Mikey. I thought at least you would attack me during my announcement that I was running for president, or maybe even attack me while I was walking down to the ring last week at Slam. But you did none of that. You don’t have the balls to attack someone like me. You fear me Mikey, just admit it.
Instead of attacking me to gain my attention you went and cried like a little bitch and the powers to be felt sorry for you and gave you this title match. It’s not about the ratings, not’s not about winning match of the week at Timebomb, They just felt sorry for you. The sad part is you had a chance to change that, you had a chance not to show the world you are a whinny bitch, but just like you did for America you failed. You tried to gain my attention by going to a toy store, a promo that I ignored because I could care less about your toy addiction, and it took WCF management booking you into a tag team match with me for you to force you to even do anything. Why is that Mikey? Why couldn’t you come at me like the badass you think you are? Why could you gain my attention by showing me you can be a man? The answer is simple, you fear me. Fear is such a scary word isn’t? People always fear what’s different and there is no doubt that I, Vengeance am different. I am the person who people ignore until it’s too late, until I have taken what I want. That is exactly what happened. I had a plan when I returned last august and I worked that plan perfectly.
I silently forced myself into a title picture and now I have taken the world of Mikey Extreme and crushed with my bare hands. Everything you stood for, everything you worked for, everything you claimed to love is now mine, I own Mikey Extreme, and there is not a damn thing you can do about. Any smart wrestler would be sitting there watching TImebomb over and over again trying to figure out what you have to do to win. Hopefully for your sake someone was smart enough to offer this advice to you because I Know you’re not smart enough to figure that out on your own, the only reason I hope someone said that is because I would actually like a little bit of competition at explosion. I would like to break a sweat before climbing that pole and taking down that United States.
Vengeance runs his hands through his hair. He paces back and forth in the bath room before staring at the mirror again.
Vengeance: I want you to me a favor; actually I want you to do yourself a favor Mikey. I want you to hold on to that toy United States title belt. I want you to sleep with it; I want you to take it with you everywhere you go. I want you to never let it leave your side. That toy belt is the closet you will get to ever wearing the United States title. Wait, I just had idea come to mind, that toy belt must have cost you around twenty bucks or so? Am I right on that Mikey? Maybe after you get destroyed again at explosion you can walk into the WCF management office crying again and maybe they could float you around four hundred bucks and you could upgrade that toy to a replica. Then again after this Sunday you may never be able to walk again so scratch that idea. You’re starting to feel it isn’t you Mikey? Your starting to feel your stomach turn, but don’t worry I assure you that feeling is called fear.
After explosion, after I take that flag down from the pole and retain my United States title and you’re forced to live the rest of your life in a wheel chair, I will make one promise to you. I will be a bigger man because I will be responsible for you sitting in that wheelchair I will personally sign that toy belt of yours. I will also give you an autographed Vengeance action figure free of charge so you can add it to your collection. Matter of face the new Vengeance figure will be out on Monday following explosion and it will include the WCF United States title inside. I want you to be the first person to have one and again I will even sign it for you. I want those to be my parting gifts for you as you will no longer be able to step foot inside a wrestling ring and you will have to find a handicap accessible job elsewhere.
But you Mikey in a wheel chair will be your own fault. This will be your doing, you whined for this, you begged for this, you wanted one last time to face the man you really fear. You want that one last chance to defeat the man who is better than you, to defeat the man who you can’t seem to figure out. But that is called a dream Mikey, this won’t be WCF 2k16 on the xbox or playstation 4 this is real life. Your fantasy land has no place in my world. This Sunday at explosion you will face a Vengeance like you have never seen before. Anything goes, no disqulifaction, You will be the victim while I put on a display of hardcore violence like you have never seen before. Pain will echo through out your body, blood will pour from your head, this Mikey will be the most painful fight you have ever been involved in your short wrestling career. I promise I’m am going to hurt you Mikey. I am going to destroy every inch of your weak body.
I will destroy your mind, I will destroy your soul. You know you can’t beat me, everyone knows you can’t beat me and you will kill yourself trying. Paramedics will be on standby waiting for that moment when I grab the flag so they can rush to the ring hoping to save whatever I decide to leave behind. They will rush you to the hospital hoping to save your career. But just in case they fail to resiscate you lifeless body I will read you your last rites. Enjoy the ride Mikey, Welcome to my Hell, welcome to hell on earth, Vengeance will be mine.
