Post by Vengeance on Mar 27, 2016 10:25:27 GMT -5
"King Nothing" Mikey Extreme
VS
"The new American Hero" Vengeance
Harley slept the whole night again uninterrupted. Chris decided not to bother him after the anger the displayed while watching Mikey Extreme mock Vengeance with Toys during his promo. Harley woke up around noon the next day and sat up in bed. The temperature in Chicago rose to around 60 degrees which made his hotel room very room. He stood up out of bed and walked over to the window and opened the curtains. He slide the window open and a breeze soon came through the screened window. The fresh air felt good to Harley after he hadn’t left his hotel room in the past two days. He stared out the window as he could smell different food smells from different restaurants around the hotel area; they all smelled really great as he realized just how hungry he was. Harley turned around from the window and looked at the small table sitting in his hotel room.
He saw Chris’s laptop broke in half with pieces of the screen scattered everywhere. It took him a few minutes to realize the damage he had caused the day before during his rage of anger. He walked over to the table and picked the laptop off the floor and set it on the table. Harley felt bad about breaking Chris’s laptop but he couldn’t control his anger when he saw Mikey Extreme mocking Vengeance. Mikey seemly was getting inside his head which made him angrier every passing day. He couldn’t wait to finally be able to take his anger out on him this Sunday at Explosion. He had every intention in destroying Mikey before even thinking about climbing that pole to take the flag down. This was turning out to be so much more than a battle over America, so much more than a battle over a flag on a pole, so much more than a battle of the United States title. It was turning into a battle of hatred.
Hate is such a powerful word. Harley grew up being taught never to hate anyone. His parents pounded that into his head as a child, telling him that you don’t what their life is like, therefore unless you walk a mile in their shoes never hate anyone. Disliking something is fine; the world dislike is not as powerful as the word hate. But hate was fueling everything inside Harley’s head. Mikey has done everything in his power to bring that on himself. He has forced the hand of Vengeance; He has forced him to hate Mikey. Mikey is everything that he hated. He hated the fact Mikey supports Donald Trump for president, He hates the fact that Mikey cried himself back into the title picture, he hates the fact, Mikey thinks he controls the United States, the very country Harley’s father served most his life. Finally he hated the fact that Mikey was a prime example of someone getting repeated shot at a title. He thought he had rid the WCF idea of giving repeated title chances to the same people when the roster is full of worthy talent.
What about people like Andre Jenson, Bonnie, Blue, Vulgar, and “Freezer Burn” Wayne Hammon, what makes Mikey Extreme more deserving then those people? Is it because they didn’t whine like he did? Is it because they didn’t cry and throw a fit because they couldn’t beat Vengeance? Or is it because they are all actually better then Mikey Extreme and are underrated just like Vengeance was when he returned? So many questions so little answers. But there is nothing that can be changed now; Mikey has signed his death warrant for explosion. You should almost feel bad for the guy, you try so hard yet you just can’t get the job down, Mikey is and underachiever there is no doubt about that. But maybe he’s not maybe just maybe it’s all because Vengeance hates Mikey. There is that word again, Hate the word that Harley was never supposed to use, and now that’s all he can think about, Mikey and hate, Hate and Mikey.
Harley pulls a chair from the table and sits down staring out the window continuing to process his thoughts. It’s funny how life works. Your parents try so hard to send you down the right path but half the time the things they pounded into your head as a child never stick around. Maybe that’s because Harley had a rebel side to him they he refused to listen to everything his parents said. There was no doubt in his mind that he had the greatest parents any kid could ask for. He grew up and had everything he could have ever wanted as a child. But just like most people do they developed their own ideas and thoughts on life and Harley had done just that. He never envisioned this war with Mikey turning into the one of hate as he has never hated a single person in WCF his whole career or at least he wouldn’t admit to it.
He actually enjoyed the battle over America during Timebomb, it was a great new high for the career of Vengeance, and after three long years he had finally had gold around his waist again. But as come with any championship in WCF Vengeance has a target on his back, and he was ready for it. He was ready for a new challenge in his career, someone new, someone with skill, someone who could actually perform like they say someone like Adam Young, someone like George, someone, like B.J Williams people who had real talent. Any of them would have been a better then Mikey Extreme. But Harley didn’t get his wish he was being force to repeat what happened at Timebomb, only this time they decided to throw a flag on a pole for a higher level of entertainment, after all who doesn’t love a specialty match. But wait was this for heightened entertainment or did Mikey Extreme get what he wanted?
Harley smirked at the Idea of Mikey getting what he wanted. Even if he did does he really think putting a flag on a pole will help his odds at beating Vengeance? The thought of that made Harley laugh as he kept on staring out the window going through his thoughts. What if Mikey Extreme was actually the robbed man in his dream? Could Mikey have some hidden super power that he could get inside his head? No, that’s impossible Mikey has no super powers, he can barely function in real life let alone get into someone one’s head. But wait, could the robbed man be Hank Brown? After all Hank Brown is becoming the sidekick to Mikey Extreme kind of like Batman and Robin but not even close, actually more like Beavis and Butthead. So I guess we can rule that out. I wonder how much Mikey Extreme pays Hank Brown anyways. Could you imagine a Mikey Extreme promo without Hank Brown? My god it could get more boring
Poor Hank Brown, I cannot believe they force him to interview Mikey Extreme every week. You would think he would like to interview someone else for once. Hell he could interview anyone on the current roster and probably become interviewer of the decade, at least he wouldn’t be part of a long boring promo that we are forced to listen to. You almost got to feel sorry for the WCF fans too; hopefully they all have DVR so they can fast forward during Mikey’s promos lord knows that his promos would be used as the bathroom break of the night. Oh shit Mikey is talking quick run to the bathroom and grab a hotdog wait, never mind you can take your time because he will talk for twenty minutes about dark lords, America, and Hank Brown, shit never changes, wait he might throw in a super kick here and there. Sweet super kick I think half the roster has that move, way to be original Mikey!
Man you would think I should die my hair blonde right now; I sit here starring out the window day dreaming in my own thoughts not paying attention to the world what’s so ever. I could be thinking about anything, but my mind will only let me focus on Mikey Extreme’s wrestling career. It’s almost depressing being forced by my brain to think about such a worthless walking piece of shit, I will be glad When Vengeance finally destroys him for good at explosion. Hopefully Hank Brown can find someone else to interview I would hate to see his career disappear all because of Mikey Extreme. That would probably be the saddest way to go out. You would almost like to think getting each part of your body chopped off would be a better way to die then is taken out by Mikey Extreme. Hell if I got taken out by Mikey Extreme you might as well take me out back and shoot me, my career would be over. All of a sudden a vibration was felt in Harley’s pocket which brought him out of his day dream as he realized he received a text message.
Harley reached down with this right hand and pulled his black Samsung smart phone from his pocket and unlocked it. The text message was from Chris who was still pissed off over the fact Harley destroyed his laptop yesterday. The message read, “Dude you good now? You destroyed the shit out of my laptop and now I don’t have a backup.” Harley sighed as he read the message and knew he had to make things right. It was Chris’s fault that Mikey Extreme pissed him off so much and he certainly wasn’t in the right to destroy Chris’s laptop. But Harley was quick to send a text message back to Chris to make things right. “Yeah I’m good for now, I’m sorry I destroyed you laptop. If you want to come down I’ll write you a check to replace it” Harley hit the send button and waited for Chris to respond. Five seconds later Chris responded with “ok I’m on my way over” Harley locked his phone and placed it back in his pocket as Chris knocked on the door. Harley walked over and opened the door with his right hand letting Chris inside.
Chris: So you good now right? Are you really letting Mikey get inside your head that much? Why are you letting him do this to you? Mind games are never good, you should know this, and you used to play mind games all the time. I know have said this over and over but you really need to clear you head. You cannot lose Sunday. Don’t be one of those guys.
Harley gave a disgusted look towards Chris. He knew exactly what he meant by one of those guys.
Harley Rhodes: Are you kidding me right now? Do you really think I let Mikey Extreme fuck with my head that bad he will cost me the match by playing mind games? The only reason Mikey is still in my head is because Vengeance is being force to face him again. I have nothing but hate for Mikey, yeah I said it, I finally hate Mikey, just like the rest of America, and I fucking hate everything about him. He is nothing but a cocky piece of shit that doesn’t know when to shut his stupid bearded mouth. Speaking of stupid shit and I cannot believe I have ignored to say anything about this all though it shouldn’t be too surprising cause he is dumb as fuck. But let’s talk about that tattoo you decided to get on your stomach shall we? Do you remember getting that? I’m sure that was a prideful day for you wasn’t it Mikey? You thought you finally became badass and got a tattoo that people would fear.
That tattoo that reads DRG pride with a grim reaper behind it trying to act your some badass biker. What the fuck is that Mikey? You have more identity crises in your like than anyone in the world. First you want to be about America then you want to be a biker then you want to be America again. A biker Mikey? Really? How did that work out for you? How did the DRG work out? Looks like to me they failed, but I guess that is probably why they allowed you to join the group in the first place you all had something in common called failure. Failure is another nasty word Mikey, failure is something that you should be used to by now. That’s all you have done over the past few months is fail. I get it Mikey, I really do. I have been down that road myself. Matter of fact I failed when I returned to the ring last august, I failed every week.
But the difference between you and I is I changed my career around. I have had nothing but success since then. I have beaten people that no one thought was possible, and I once again climbed the ladder in this company just like I did the first time I was here. Vengeance is not built to fail. Vengeance is built to win and winning is something I have done my whole life. But you, you are doing the exact opposite of building a successful career. You were on top of the world at one point Mikey, Hell you’re a two time United States champion and got voted United States champion of the year in 2015. That is not an easy task. You had all the skills in the world, at least so I was told. I have yet to see any type of skill that should have made you a champion of the year, but hey it wasn’t up to me, I didn’t give you that award. 2015 no doubt was a great year for you right?
So I guess we can call 2015 the highlight of your career right? What happened Mikey? What happened to the man who was voted United States champion of the year? Where did the two times I’m all about America Mikey Extreme go? Can you tell me? I know the answer to that question but I could do the world a favor and answer it for you. Vengeance is what happened Mikey. Vengeance the man who is solely responsible for the collapse of Mikey Extreme’s career. You ended in to 2015 and Vengeance was reborn in 2016. All the critics including you were wrong about me. Everyone pictured Vengeance as a no body; everyone ignored me, just like you did. It is now 2016 and now is stand here United States champion. I stand here champion once again. My career didn’t peak in 2013 like you claimed Mikey it was simply giving a sample to the world just how great Vengeance could be and truly is.
Harley stopped talking as he could feel anger building inside his head again. Every thought and every word that involved Mikey Extreme made him angrier as time went on. Harley turned around and slowly walked towards his hotel door to gather his thoughts, he didn’t want to repeat what happened the night before when his anger got the best of him. Chris didn’t say a word and just watched Harley walk back and forth. After a few Minutes Harley calmed down and grabbed his check book out of his suitcase and sat down at the table. Chris joined him and sat across from him.
Harley Rhodes: So how much do I owe you for that laptop?
Chris thinks about it for a few seconds before answering.
Chris: You know what, its fine don’t worry about it. I was getting to replace it anyways. You don’t owe me anything.
Harley shook his head from right to left. He disagreed.
Harley Rhodes: No, I broke your laptop I should pay for it. I acted out of anger instead of acting like an adult. I owe for what I did. Don’t argue with me just give me a price and let’s call it good.
Chris: Really you don’t owe me a dime. It’s not your fault I shouldn’t blame you and I don’t blame you, maybe I should have never showed you that Video of Mikey mocking Vengeance.
Harley signed and again shook his head from right to left in disagreement.
Harley Rhodes: Look I already told you this is not going to be an argument. I needed to see that video and you damn well know that. Believe I will take out all my anger this Sunday at explosion. He will be fighting a Vengeance that he has yet to see, believe me when I tell you that. Anyways I’m just going to write you a check and you can go pick out a new laptop and take you family out to dinner or something. They are still coming to town right?
Chris smiled as the thought of spending time with his family in Chicago the next few days made him feel happy and excited. It had been a long time since his family had been on vacation since Chris traveled the road with Harley.
Chris: Yeah they should be here in a couple hours. We are going out to dinner tonight. Would you like to come with and hang out?
Harley Smiled.
Harley Rhodes: No that’s ok. You should spend time as a family you don’t need me being the third wheel or whatever you want to call it. Besides I have some things I need to do later on tonight that I am actually kind of excited about. It has been a long time.
Chris interrupted
Chris: Wait, what are you going to do? Please tell you won’t go on another Mikey Extreme rage. That happening here behind closed doors is one thing but that happening out there in public, not a good idea. I don’t need you getting arrested before this Sunday, nothing would be worse than having to forfeit that title and just handing it over to Mikey Extreme. Everyone knows he doesn’t deserve it and we just can’t have that happen ok?
Harley Rhodes: No that’s not what I meant. Things are different these days. People want to know everything about you. They want to know where you’re from, what you do for fun, what your family is like they want to know everything about your life. For the longest time I tried to be a private person and I kept everything thing I could a secret. But once you get older you get wiser. These fans deserve to know things about their favorite wrestler, and believe it or not I have some crazy fans. They like everything that Vengeance can be. They like that funny side, they like that dark sadistic side, hell they even like the violent side. So for them I’m going to take them on a journey to the building that I got my break at. Little do people know my wrestling career started right here in Chicago. This is only around seven hours from my hometown.
Chris nods his head. He didn’t realize that the career of Vengeance started in Chicago.
Chris: I didn’t know that. You would think I should know that, after all we have been friends for how many years now?
Harley smiled
Harley Rhodes: Well like I said, I kept a lot of thing private during my life. But this city is responsible for teaching Vengeance everything that he knows about wrestling. And if it was for Jim Smith there would probably be no Vengeance today. I owe that man everything. So while you’re out with you family I’m going to go visit him and the building that I called home for a year. It will be nice to return to my old stopping grounds again.
Chris: Jim Smith, Jim Smith
Chris was thinking if he ever heard the name Jim Smith
Chris: I don’t think I have ever heard of a Jim Smith.
Harley smiled
Harley Rhodes: Probably not. He never made it to the show; he worked several small Indy shows for most of his wrestling career before he owned his school. He also puts on showcases every Saturday night of the current talent that he has in school. The Indy wrestling crowd is probably the best crowd you could ever be a part, they have no issues speaking their feelings about anyone. It is a great way to break someone into the business for sure. If you can’t learn how to entertain and wrestle in front of those crowds then you don’t belong in the business. They make you pay your dues, and hand you nothing. It sucked at the time but now looking back it was one of the best times in my career.
All of a sudden Harley felt a vibration coming from his pocket and he received a text message on his phone. Harley reached down with his right hand and pulled his black Samsung galaxy smart phone from his right front pocket and unlocked it. The text message was from Larry and Joanne and it read “Harley good luck this Sunday, we have tickets again and will be ringside to watch you beat that disgrace to America Mikey Extreme. We know you can and will beat him again. We love you and see you after the show” Harley smiled, he was hoping that they could make the show again as he enjoyed seeing them at ringside at Timebomb. He was also looking forward to spending time with them after the show.
Chris: What are you smiling about?
Harley Rhodes: Well Larry and Joanne are coming to explosion this Sunday to watch my match. I have to admit it its nice seeing them at ringside since my parents can’t be there. I think it’s funny they hate Mikey Extreme just as much as my parents would have. You know my father would have probably jumped the guardrail after seeing how big of a disgrace Mikey Extreme has been to America, Hell it would have been entertainment to watch him beat Mikey’s ass.
Chris smiled as he agreed with Harley
Chris: You know your father was probably the most patriotic man this country has ever seen there is no don’t about that. I could have actually seen that all happening too.
Harley Rhodes: You know after explosion I think I’m going to take a week off and go home. I want to bring that United States title with me to visit my parents, since they can’t be here to enjoy this with me that’s the next best thing. I think you should take a week off too and spend some more time with you family. Maybe go on a real vacation.
Chris shook his head up and down in agreement.
Chris: You’re probably right. I don’t remember the last time the wife, kids, and I all went on a vacation. I would like to take them to Disney. My two boys are seven and six now and I never have taken them to Disney kind of sad. But maybe that’s what we will do with a week off.
Harley opens his check book and starts filling out a check. After signing it he slides it on the table over to Chris who grabs it with his left hand. He looks at it and his eyes light up in shock and disbelief. The check was made out for $20,000
Chris: No, No I cannot accept this, are you crazy?
Harley smiled as he agreed with Chris.
Harley Rhodes: Well you know I can be crazy at times. Well maybe I’m crazy most of the time but that’s not the point. The point is that check is for you to buy yourself a new laptop that I destroyed and for you to take your family on vacation. You travel the road with me each and every week, consider this a vacation bonus.
Chris shook his head no
Chris: I understand that, but that's part of my job. I make enough money as it is, I don’t need you paying for a family vacation. You should put this money away, maybe into a retirement fund you can’t wrestle forever.
Harley Rhodes: No one can do anything forever Chris, but I have a long career ahead of money and my pay will only get bigger as I continue my reign as United States champion. I am taking everything away from Mikey Extreme including a championship bonus. So maybe you should thank him for sucking, and thank him for paying your vacation since he gave up his championship bonus to me. Hell I’ll even pack you a Mikey Extreme photo you and your family could thank him every day.
Chris: Please don’t, he will scare my children; he looks like someone who should be driving a white van, not someone who should on T.V. every week. I have told my kids to stay away from people who look like him.
Harley busts out laughing as he thought Chris’s comments were hilarious
Harley Rhodes: I can’t believe I didn’t think of that first. You really he does look like a homeless person. Maybe I should take that 20 grand and start the Mikey Extreme foundation, a charity helping homeless wrestlers. That might not be a bad idea. Maybe after explosion he will realize he will never get this United States title back as long Vengeance is carrying and he could quit wrestling and become the spokesperson for my new charity organization. In the beginning it wouldn’t pay much but I’m sure it would pay a lot more then what WCF pays him. It would have to be more, just look at him, people who make decent money don’t look homeless that’s not how the world works. How about it Mikey will you accept this offer after explosion? Will you do the homeless world a favor and help them by becoming my spokesperson for the Mikey Extreme Foundation?
The homeless population needs you Mikey. No one has a charity like this in the world and we both could be pioneers to help the Mikey Extremes of the world. Help each and every person who just wasn’t good enough at their job so they became homeless. You could help millions and millions of people. Do something for this country Mikey, do something besides embarrassing it worse than Donald Trump. Your wrestling career is over Mikey why can’t you see that? You are not on my level, you never have been you never will be. Maybe just maybe you could save yourself and face Dag Riddik, maybe then you could actually beat a so called champion. That is the only way your homeless looking ass will ever become somewhat relevant again. Because to be real with you, I still fucking hate you and would never allow a piece of shit like you to be any of spokesperson in any charity of mine even if I named it after your pathetic ass.
When are you going to listen to me Mikey? When will you finally take my advice? Why did you have to push it this far? What the hell is wrong with you? Do you have any clue what is like to have someone who hates everything about you? I wanted to like you Mikey, I really did. I thought you were a man who loved this country, My American hero. You were supposed to be the new America wrestling hero, but you failed. You got greedy. Instead of being their American hero, you wanted to force yourself down each and one of their throats didn’t you? You wanted to rule this country and call it your own like you the second coming of Hitler. You had a chance to be the guy America looked up too, but instead you turned into a dictator. You turned into someone that America started to hate but you were too ignorant to realize it. You could care less about this country and every saw it. But there was only one person who decided to stand up to you and that was Vengeance.
You should have learned from history that trying to be the second coming of Hitler would never work. Hitler got greedy and he made mistakes. He made big mistakes that cost him taking over the world. You did the same thing Mikey, but instead of the United States putting a stop to you, one man stood up and volunteered to fight your dictatorship just like so many American solders do each and every day. That one person was Vengeance. You tired you’re hardest to defend Mikey’s America but you hardest just wasn’t good enough and never will be. Vengeance beat you, Vengeance destroyed you, and Vengeance took over Mikey’s America and returned it back to the people. Your dictatorship is over Mikey, no matter what you do, no matter how you do it, there will never be Mikey’s America as long as I still have a breath left in my body. If you really think you’re going to get this United States title back, you better be ready to kill me. Death is the only way you win Mikey, Prying that title out of my cold dead hands is the only chance you leave explosion champion.
Death is going to be the key word for explosion Mikey. I know this title means more than anything in your life. This title is what made Mikey Extreme relevant to the world. You know as well as I do you are nothing without with this title. You no longer belong in the stop light, you no longer get that extra pay, and you no longer have that little extra step in your walk. Frankly Mikey, you are just a shell of what you were at Timebomb, everyone can see it. I know you’re going to throw everything you have at me this Sunday in hopes of climbing that pole and grabbing that flag, but everything you have left, isn’t enough. You will kill yourself trying to become relevant again Mikey and I cannot blame you, just as I will not blame myself for ending what’s left of your career. There comes a time in every man’s career when he can no longer preform at an elite level. You may not see it, these fans may not see it, but I can see it, the locker room can see it. You time is up Mikey, retirement is calling your name, except it before it’s too late.
Chris sat back in his chair waiting for a violent outburst again but it didn’t happened and he was surprised. He thought Harley would have shown some type of anger again but it didn’t happen. His face didn’t even change. Chris decided to ask why he was so clam as it was confusing.
Chris: So what you’re all calm talking about Mikey Extreme now? How the hell does that work? Are you bi-polar?
Harley stared at Chris straight faced as he didn’t find his remarks amusing. Harley tried his best to control his anger this time.
Harley Rhodes: Am I bi-polar? Is that a serious question? Maybe I am maybe I’m not. I’m not calm Chris I fucking hate Mikey, but I’m not paying for anymore damages, I will wait until Sunday or better yet I’m take my aggression out when I go work out in about an hour. So here is an idea Chris, since I’m so calm why you don’t take that check, stand up, and walk the fuck out of my hotel room and spend time with you lovely family. That is not a suggestion get the fuck out my room before I become not calm anymore. How is that for being calm Chris?
Chris: Well you’re doing…
Harley interrupts
Harley Rhodes: Get the fuck out Chris get the fuck out of my hotel room. Get the fuck out now!
Chris didn’t say anything else and decided he should listen to what Harley said. He grabbed the check off the table and folded it in half and placed it in his front left pocket. Chris stood up and walked t towards the door, just before reaching the door he looked back at Harley as he was going to say one last word. Harley was staring out the window not looking at Chris so Chris decided not to say anything. He opened the door and walked out Harley’s room. Chris went to the lobby to meet his family and spent the rest of the night with them. Harley continued to stare out the window for a few minutes before he decided to text Jim Smith about meeting him down at his wrestling school. Harley again pulled his Samsung smart phone from his front left pocket and found Jim in his list of contacts. He clicked his name and started typing a text. “Hey Jim when time can I head down to the school to meet with you?” Harley waited a full minutes before his phone vibrated with Jim’s response. He opened his text message. “You can meet me down there in an hour if that works for you? There are no classes tonight so it will just be me and you. Maybe we can get in the ring for old time’s sake lol” Harley responded “That’s funny Jim but I don’t want to hurt an old man like yourself lol” Jim responded right away. “You’re probably right I can’t keep up with you big timers these days. See you in about an hour?” Harley replied. “Sounds good”
Harley locked his phone and sat it on the table. He decided to grab his wrestling gear bag out of his suitcase so he could take it with him. Harley decided to watch T.V. for the next thirty minutes before he called for a cab for a ride to Jim’s wrestling school. Harley grabbed his wrestling gear bag which was red and black in color and flung it over his right shoulder. He walked out of the room and down the hallway to the elevators. He pressed the down button and waited a few seconds before a beep came from the elevator and the doors opened. Harley reached down and pressed the “L” button on the button panel and rode the elevator down five floors before reaching the lobby area. The lobby had a few people standing in line waiting to check into their hotel rooms. Harley walked through the lobby and reached the front glasses doors which automatically opened. He walked outside and saw his cab waiting for him as the bellhop stood by the car. The care was yellow in color and was from the yellow cab company.
The driver as an older man who had white hair and a beard. He had a scowl on his face as if he didn’t enjoy joy his job. But then again how could anyone enjoy being a cab driver in a big city anyways? The trunk was already opened and Harley threw his bag inside it, the bellhop insisted on closing the trunk lid, Harley didn’t disagree. Harley walked around to the rear passenger door and the bellhop quickly reached down to open the door before Harley could reach the handle. Harley sat down in the back seat and pulled a twenty out of his front left pocket and handed to the bellhop for a tip. The bellhop responded “Thank you sir” and shut the door. The cab driver looked in the rear view mirror and stared at Harley. Harley stared back at him and didn’t say a word. The cab driver became annoyed as if he was being forced to speak. Which he spoke first in a rough grumpy voice.
Cab Driver: Where too?
Harley Rhodes: Jim’s wrestling school.
The cab driver rolled his eyes and didn’t say a word. He placed the car in drive and drove off down the road. The drive took around twenty minutes as the traffic was packing the city streets. Everyone seemed to be leaving work the same time which caused several traffic jams. Harley sat in the back seat looking out the window watching everyone go about their daily routine lives. The cab driver was becoming more annoyed due to the traffic and decided to take some side streets and drive down some alleys to hurry up the time he actually had to work. As he drove down one alley Harley looked out window and say a homeless man standing next to a building dressed in dirty ragged clothes, light long brown hair and a full beard, Harley took a double look as he thought he saw Mikey Extreme standing there. When Harley looked back the man was gone. Was it Mikey extreme living his daily life? Harley wouldn’t find out as the cab drive speed off. The cab pulled into the parking lot of Jim Smith’s wrestling school and the cab driver put the car in park. He reached over and stopped the meter and opened the trunk. The meter read $30.04 Harley pulled the exact money out of his left front pocket and paid the Cab driver. He climbed out of the passenger side rear door and shut it behind him. He walked around and grabbed his back out of the trunk and slammed the trunk lid.
Harley stood there their looking at the place that he called home, the place that was willing to give him a chance, the place that groomed him for professional wrestling. Harleys black hair blew in the cold Chicago breeze as he looked over the Jim Smith’s wrestling school. The front had changed over the years as a section was built and attached to the old building where he had trained years ago. The front of the new building was two stories tall with a brick finish and plenty of windows. A neon red sign lit up the front of the building and read Jim Smith’s school of pro wrestling. The older building was still attached and was blue in color and made out of metal. It was transformed from an old warehouse that building didn’t offer much but what Jim offered was more than any future wrestler could want. Jim all though hard headed and physically demanding during his training sessions he cared for every single student as if they were his own children. He was truly in Harley’s eyes the greatest wrestling teacher to walk the earth and he had nothing but respect for him. Harley owned him everything. Harley walked through the parking lot and reached the front door. He looked through the glass and saw Jim sitting at the front desk working on the computer. Harley opened the door as a bell chimed it got Jim’s attention and Harley walked through the door it shut automatically behind him. Jim quickly got up from behind the front desk and rushed over to Harley hugging him, Harley hugged Jim in return.
Jim hadn’t changed much in the past few years. He stood 6’5 and weighed around 250. He wasn’t as muscular as he was back when Harley went through wrestling school and his brown hair had turned mostly grey. Jim had a clean shaved face and silver hooped earrings in each ear. He was dressed in blue athletic shorts and a blue t-shirt that read Jim Smith’s school of wrestling across the front in white letters. You could Jim was overjoyed that had finally seen Harley. They haven’t seen each other in over ten years, but nothing changed it still felt like they had seen each other the day before. They stopped hugging and Jim took a step back and looked over Harley from head to toe. He always wanted the students to have that “look” that professional wrestlers should have. Big, tall. And full of muscle. There was no doubt Harley had accomplished this over the years all though he was far from a perfect wrestling body.
Jim: How the hell of you been? You look great. What brings you to town? The big boys finally coming back to Chicago or you here on vacation again?
Harley Smiled
Harley Rhodes: You still have that same old sarcastic mouth don’t you. You know why I’m here don’t pretend you don’t know what’s going on the world of WCF, I wasn’t born yesterday Jim.
Jim softly laughed
Jim: Yeah yeah you got me. I watch WCF every week. So you got yourself a flag match with Mikey Extreme huh. Oh and congratulations on the title win at Timebomb by the way, looks like you were trained by someone who was smart. Great choice there!
Harley shook his head from right to left.
Harley Rhodes: Yeah I hear my wrestling trainer was kind of good at his job. Yes Mikey Extreme again, only this time they are going to make me climb a pole and pulled the United States flag down to win. That’s fine with me I have no problems betting his ass all around the arena before I decide to end it. You know me Jim, no disqualification matches make my blood pump faster than anything. There is just something about pain that I enjoy. I don’t understand it but I like it.
Jim: Welcome to the life of pro wrestling. If you don’t like the feel of pain you are in the wrong profession, go around the corner and work at the bakery if you can’t handle it. Nothing I hate more than people who whine how bad wrestling hurts. Grow the fuck up pussies.
Harley busted up laughing as he enjoyed Jim’s sense of humor.
Harley Rhodes: Before I forget I have something to give you. I thought you might enjoy this.
Harley unzipped a pocket on his gear bag and pulled out two front row tickets for explosion and handed them to Jim. Jim took the tickets and looked at them. He looked back at Harley and smiled. You could tell Jim was happy and excited at the same time.
Harley Rhodes: I want you to bring your wife or a student or whoever you want to explosion on Sunday not and watch me end the career of Mikey Extreme live and in person. I am tired of him running his mouth pretending to be someone he’s not, King of Extreme more like King Nothing. Matter of fact he will probably be branding that new nickname after the pay per view as Vengeance will rise as the hero of the day. The United States hero. But I want you to be there and watch what you helped create. You won’t be disappointed I promise you that. This match will be more than America this will be a bloody war against someone I hate with everything in my body.
Jim: Thank you for the tickets and you can count on me being there. Maybe we can get together after words and get something to eat and a few drinks, how does that sound?
Harley liked the sound of that.
Harley Rhodes: Sounds good to me. Maybe I could come in on Monday and check out your current class that you’re teaching. I’m kind of interested to see how things work in this new fancy building of yours.
Jim smiled
Jim: Nothing has changed. We just had to get new stuff. Everything is still set up in the old building just as you probably remember it. We never use that building anymore really. It’s pretty dark and dust over there now. I keep telling myself to clean it up and use it again but I haven’t got around to it just yet.
Harley Rhodes: Would you mind doing me a favor? I would like to go back inside that building and gather my thoughts. I want to get myself in the zone for Sunday. Like really in the Zone. I need to dig deep and find that dark sadistic crazy side of me. The side that will have no remorse in what I do to Mikey Extreme. I will do everything in my power to physically and mentally destroy him. Little does he know but Vengeance is his new nightmare. Always waiting, watching, ready for the moment to strike, just like an American military sniper.
Jim seemly enjoyed what Harley and to say and he had no problems with him going back into the old wrestling school building. Jim decided it would be best if he let him go alone and do whatever he needed to do to get his mind right for the explosion pay per view.
Jim: Sure I have no problems with you doing that. I think you should go alone I need to stay out of your way. You know how to get in the building and you know how to lock it when you leave, I trust you. I will see you Sunday night is that ok with you?
Harley nodded in agreement.
Harley Rhodes: Yes that will be fine Jim. Thank you for letting me do this, I really appreciate everything you have done for me. If it wasn’t for you there would be no Vengeance. There would be no man who could be prouder to represent this country as The United States champion. I can make this country better than ever. I have brought prestige to this belt. This belt is in the elite class thanks for me. And to too think I have done more with this title in the past month then Mikey Extreme has done in both his reigns. All because of you. You molded me and groomed me, you set up me for success and because of you people call me champion. Thank you for everything you have done Jim, I mean it.
Harley and Jim hugged again and Harley walked back out the front door. He looked at the run down building that he once called wrestling school. He slowly walked through the parking lot towards the door. As he approached the door he took a deep breath before turning the rusted knob and forcefully opening the door as it hadn’t been opened for some time. Harley walked inside and slammed the door shut behind him. The building was dark and damp. The only light shining through the building was coming from the windows that surrounded the walls near the roof line of the building. Street lights and the moon was just enough to poorly light the inside of the building. The cement floor was full of dirt and dust. Harley walked towards the ring to see what type of shape it was in. The ring itself was probably at least twenty years old and was red in color with black ropes, and black ring post that supported the ring. The wood under the ring was almost to the point of rotting through but it still had enough strength to provide support. The ring was much like the floor full of dirt and dust.
Harley turned away from the ring and looked around the building. The building itself was pretty much empty now as Jim had moved most of everything into the new building. The small stage, the metal guard rails, the metal folding chairs all gone. Harley had a flood of memories running through his head as he could remember the first day he walked into wrestling school. He wasn’t exactly the most motived person when he first started but that would quickly change when Jim told him either to step it up or get his ass kicked, then be removed from wrestling school. Getting his ass kicked as a sendoff off gift wasn’t something he wanted to experience so from that moment on he listened to everything Jim had to say. There was no doubt in his mind Jim put on one of the toughest wrestling schools in the country. He may take longer to teach but he spends that extra time to make sure all of his students can give 100 percent to the wrestling business. Harley decided to change clothes and get a work out in since it had been a couple days.
A few minutes later Vengeance appeared dressed in black pants with a black tank top. His face was painted black and white. His black hair covered the side of his face reaching down to the middle of his neck. He wore a pair of black gloves. He slowly climbed inside the ring and took a few seconds to soak it in. He was finally at his wrestling home. Vengeance walked over towards the ropes and slowly ran his hands over the top black ring rope. He stopped and looked at his hands, dust covered his gloves. He felt overwhelming joy to be back inside the ring where first started. But he also felt a little sadness as this was the first place his parents had seen him wrestle. He knew deep down inside they were watching over him right now and were more than likely sheading a tear of joy. He knew how proud his parents would have been of him right now and there was no way he was going to let them down at explosion. He couldn’t, he hadn’t fulfilled his promise to his parents yet. He hasn’t returned to the cemetery where they are laid to rest to show them the United States title. He knew he was going to do everything in his power to make sure this happened as it meant to him, and it would have meant so much to his parents.
Vengeance decided to run the ropes and take a couple bumps to get his heart rate up and break a small sweat. Each time he hit the ropes a cloud of dust filled the air, and every time he hit the ring mat dust would fill the air and you could hair the boards under the ring starting to crack even more than they already where. None of that mattered to vengeance as he kept doing this over and over until he finally got winded twenty minutes later. He stopped in the middle of the ring to catch his breath as he placed his gloved hands on his knees. He quickly stood back up and flicked his hair back and out of his face. He walked over to a padded ring post and sat down leaning back on the pads. Dust and dirty had filled the outside of his wrestling gear which almost turned it gray in color. But none of that mattered to Vengeance he had no problems getting dirty. He took a few minutes to sit there and think. He thought about all the turning classes, all the show cases, and all the friends he made inside this very ring. He never truly hated any wrestler until now, he hated “King Nothing” Mikey Extreme.
Vengeance: So here we are again Mikey, here we are again hours away from another chapter in this war. Here we are again as King Nothing attempts the impossible, the impossible of beating the new American hero, me. Tell me something Mikey which person is going to show up at explosion? Is it going to be King Nothing? Is going to be the big bad ass DRG want to be biker? Is it going to be the American dictator Mikey Hitler? Who exactly to you plan on being this time? I guess any of them will do, because any of them will have the same outcome as every other fucking match we have fought in. Do you remember what those outcomes have been? Do you remember how many times you got the upper hand against me? Do you remember times you have pinned me? I count zero in my books, Zero is a bad number when it comes to competition Mikey, Zero means you are nothing more than a failure, But then again you have failed at everything you have done in life haven’t you?.
You have failed at being the King of Extreme, you turned that around and became King Nothing. You failed at being a biker, Where is the DRG now? And why do you still have that stupid looking tattoo? Is that a reminder every time you look in the mirror of your failed biker gimmick? Or did you actually think you and the DRG were going to go somewhere? The only placed you all managed to go was out. You all failed. The most important thing you failed at is being American. You have said you built your whole career around the United States title, yet you failed to keep that belt. You have failed at the American gimmick just like you have failed at every other gimmick you have tried to play. This isn’t WCF 2k16 Mikey you can’t press that restart button and keep trying to beat me. I’m sure you have probably even failed at career mode on that game, unless you decided to choose something worth a shit not named King Nothing. All you do is fail Mikey, Why do you even try anymore? You are quickly becoming one of the biggest disappointments this company has ever seen. How many times do you need to hit the reset button on your career before you get it right?
Mikey do you not understand who I am and what I am capable of? Do you even realize you made another fatal career mistake by whinnying yourself back into the United States title picture. Is this flag match your master plan? Do you sit there and honestly think that because you can climb a pole and grab the American flag that somehow gives you a chance to finally beat me? Is that the only way you could beat me? We all know you sure in the hell can’t pin me. But here we go again, we are traveling down the same road that we have already been on hundreds of times by now. Are you really that stupid? It doesn’t matter what type of match you cried yourself into nothing changes, I’m going to beat your ass all over Chicago and when I decide that you are on your last breath I will climb that pole and remove the flag of this country and wave it proudly as I hold the United States title in the air. This is how this story ends Mikey, there is not a damn thing you can do about it. You have picked the wrong person to fuck with Mikey, I have warned you time and time again and now you will pay for your sins.
No one believes a word that comes out of your mouth anymore Mikey, you have become the laughing stock of this company and you have no one to blame but yourself. You have slowly dug your own grave well on your way to career suicide. I know you hate me Mikey, I know you hate me as much as I hate you. I am the man who took everything away from you in a blink of an eye. It took one move to end your title reign, it took one night to destroy everything you wanted to stand for, it took one pay per view to end your America. I know you sit there trying to build you confidence, you think you weren’t good enough or you were a step slower at Timebomb but I assure you neither are the case. You are simply just not good enough Mikey, you may have been able to escape against unworthy opponents in the past but when you faced actual real talent you do what everyone does when they are simply played up to look better than they are and that is lose.
Vengeance’s facial expressions quickly changed. Once again he was becoming angrier as he talked about Mikey Extreme. The overwhelming hate that he had for him would not let him go. Vengeance quickly rolled out of the ring and walked over to his gear bag and took the United States title out with his right hand. He flung it over his right shoulder and walked back over to the ring and rolled back inside. He quickly stood up and leaned over the top rope. He pulled the WCF United States title off his right shoulder and held it up over the top black ring rope as his voice changed to an angry tone he began talking.
Vengeance: Is this right here this belt, is this what is really about? Is it the belt or is it the hate for me Mikey? If you had to make a choice what would it be? Would you take the belt or would you take a win over me? Which do you want more? You cannot have both. You will never have both. Why don’t you just admit that beating me will be the biggest win in your career and that to you is the most important thing? You don’t care about this belt, you don’t care about this country, and you sure in the hell don’t care about the people living here. The only thing you care about is yourself, what is better for Mikey King Nothing Not Extreme. This belt is the only thing that makes your career somewhat relevant. That’s all you want, some gold wrapped around your waist so you can feel better about yourself, so you can feel like you actually matter. But you don’t matter, you don’t matter to this belt, you don’t matter to WCF, hell you don’t matter to America.
Thousands and thousands of people have given their life for this country. They gave up everything so people us like can all this place home, so people like us have the freedoms we do. You don’t believe in any of that and you sure in the hell don’t care about all those military members who gave their lives defending this country over the years. You calling this place Mikey’s America is a slap in the face to everyone who has died protecting our freedoms, it’s a slap in the face to my father who give up his whole life to serve this country. It’s a slap in the face to everyone who has been too laid to rest at Arlington national cemetery. You are the most disrespectful person this country has ever seen and you better pray to whatever god you believe in that by some god given miracle you can actually be better than me for one night because if you’re not you will experience pain like you have never felt in your life. There will no pain drug in the world strong enough to take away what I will be responsible for.
You chose to do this Mikey, you chose to say every disrespectful thing, now the time comes at explosion to meet your judge, your jury, and your executioner. You better take the time to call your mother, call your father, and call every single family member you hold dear to your heart. You should tell them sorry, sorry for everything you have said, tell them sorry for the pain you are about to cause them. After your conversations are over, after you final hugs and you shed a few tears, you need to walk down the street and visit your local church. Walk inside and speak with the priest, ask him to help you tell God to forgive all your sins. Forgive everything you have done badly in your life. Ask him to save you. Ask him to save you before Timebomb. Get down on your knees and beg for your life to be saved Mikey. This Sunday at explosion the new American hero and your United States champion will read you your last rites. Enjoy the ride Mikey.
