Post by Mikey eXtreme on Mar 27, 2016 12:48:56 GMT -5
The Rise of Mikey’s America
I. King's Court
II. The Messenger
III. Vengeance
IV. Rock Over London, Rock on Chicago
V. Hank Brown, You Bastard.
VI. America The Beautiful
VII. Hero
I. King’s Court
Mikey is wearing his crown, and is decked out from head to toe in full royal garb. In his hand is a scepter, and on his face a massive grin.
Mikey eXtreme: Where are the peasants?
Mikey looks around and sees nobody.
Mikey eXtreme: What the fuck do I have to do to get some god damn fucking peasants around here?
Mikey throws his hands in the air.
Mikey eXtreme: I’ve done enough to deserve my fair share of peasants. Vidalia, send in the fucking peasants!
Suddenly a bunch of random people come running into the room.
Mikey eXtreme: Get out of my sight, peasants.
They walk out of the room. Mikey will do anything to assert his power, at this point. The loss of the United States championship was the worst thing to ever happen to him and this is his way to make everything better.
Mikey makes his way to his throne and sits down, he looks into the distance and then begins to speak.
Mikey eXtreme: I should have all of those peasants beheaded. How dare they disrespect the king like that? How dare they act like they are my equal? Vidalia, who were those clowns?
Vidalia shrugs. She has no idea.
Mikey eXtreme: The WCF is lucky to have a king like me. I bring legitimacy to this federation. The Great American King, the greatest competitor of all time. All of these peasants that watch this week in and week out? They’re nothing. The biggest thing that could ever happen to them? Is getting to see me. Getting this close to royalty? They don’t even deserve it, but I let them.
Suddenly, a peasant barges into the room.
Peasant: My king, I do not mean to interrupt, but you have a messenger here to see you. Should I send him in?
Mikey eXtreme: No, make him wait. My time is much more important than this messenger. My time is much more important than your life. I should have you beheaded just for approaching the throne like you just did. I should have you exiled to the torture chamber for the rest of your life. Do you hear me? You have no right to barge in here like that.
The peasant lowers his head. He knows that he was wrong to barge in, but he thought the message might be important. He thought that Mikey might want to hear the words this man had to say, and part of him was somewhat terrified of the messenger.
Mikey eXtreme: Do you understand that I have a match coming up? A huge match, one that will have a severe impact on this kingdom? And you’re going to distract me with some fool with a message? I have to focus on this match, and you are here to interrupt me? That is grounds for treason, peasant. Are you aware of that?
The peasant nods his head.
Peasant: I am sorry, my lord. It was not my intention to do so. He made it sound like it was urgent. Had I realized that you were using this time to focus, I would not have interrupted. My sincerest apologies, sir.[/font]
Mikey shockingly accepts the apology. He nods his head.
Peasant: So, should I send him in?[/font]
Mikey laughs.
Mikey eXtreme: Make him wait, I am far too busy right now.
Mikey leans back in his throne and closes his eyes.
Mikey eXtreme: Give me about 45 minutes.
A nap? Mikey surely doesn’t care about anyone at this point.
The scene fades.
II. The Messenger
Inside the mind of Mikey eXtreme there sits a clock tower as big as the eye can see. Just past the gate house, in one of the cock tower’s first rooms sits a rather large man. He stands at around 8 foot tall, and looks as if he could (and would) rip your spine out of your body for breathing in his presence.
The man is sitting on a bench waiting to be brought to Mikey eXtreme’s throne room to speak to the king. He dwarves pretty much everything in this entryway, including the bench that he is seated on.
He is sitting there, his eyes are fixed on the wall ahead of him and they do not move, nor does he blink. He just sits there with his thumb, index, and middle fingers tapping his temple.
The Messenger: I am the Messenger.
His voice is deep and robust. Some of the servants in Mikey’s clock tower look over in his direction, as he continues to speak.
The Messenger: I am the Deliverer.
The servants are tentative to approach the man and some of them even hope Mikey accepts the messenger into his throne room quickly.
The Messenger: I am the Messenger of God.
He sits there, continuing to tap his temple.
The Messenger: I am the Messenger. I am the Messenger. I am the Messenger.
Suddenly, he turns his head towards a group of servants,
The Messenger: I am the Executioner.
They scatter, fearing for their lives. The Messenger just sits there as if nothing happened.
The Messenger: I am the Messenger.
After some time, the doors infront of the man open and a peasant steps out.
Peasant: Follow me, The King will see you now.[/font]
The Messenger’s eyes shift to the peasant, which sends a shiver down the peasants spine. They begin to walk, passing through various hallways and entering through many doorways until they finally reach the throne room.
The man pulls a hood over his head and bows his head as he enters the room. The bells in the clock tower begin to ring out as the man kneels before Mikey. Mikey motions to the man to stand by slightly raising his right hand.
Mikey eXtreme: I understand that you have a message for me? Who has sent you here?
The Messenger: I am the Messenger of God.
Mikey eXtreme: God, you say? Which God?
The Messenger begins to laugh and as he does, blood starts to pour from his mouth.
The Messenger: The only God that matters, your highness. You know who has sent me, you’ve seen it in the stars at night. You knew that I would be approaching this tower during the holiest of weeks.
It’s true. Mikey had seen a message in the stars for the past few weeks but had ignored it, but he would not admit this to anyone.
Mikey eXtreme: I know nothing of any message.
The Messenger: I am the Messenger.
The Messenger keeps tapping at his forehead.
Mikey eXtreme: So, tell me, what is the message.
The Messenger begins to laugh, the blood is pouring out of his mouth and there is a puddle forming below him.
The Messenger: Oh, Mikey, I believe you know the message. Lord Light does not hide anything.
Mikey’s brows furrow.
Mikey eXtreme: Lord Light is dead. I killed him myself.
The Messenger: You knew it would not be that easy. Lord Light cannot be killed at the hands of anyone.
Mikey eXtreme: He can be killed and he is dead. I refuse to listen to you.
The Messenger: You do not have to listen, but the message is the same.
Mikey eXtreme: Who are you?
The Messenger: I am the Executioner.
Mikey eXtreme: And, you are here to execute me?
Mikey looks into the Messenger’s eyes, they are all black. They're mostly pupils, very little white, almost none. Maybe, if he looked all the way to the left? But, they’re blacker than night.
The Messenger: No.
Mikey eXtreme: So, your message is what, than?
The Messenger: If Lord Light wanted you executed, you would be no more. This is a fact. There is no way around it, Lord eXtreme. The Kingdom of Light is much more powerful than the Kingdom of Darkness.
You have seen first hand, have you not?
Mikey shoots the messenger a harsh stare.
Mikey eXtreme: The Kingdom of Light is no more. It was abandoned many years ago. Your master, Lord Light, has been defeated time and time again.
The Messenger: But yet, here I am. A messenger of the Light. If what you speak is truth, how do you explain my presence in your Kingdom? How do you explain the messages you have seen in the stars? I know you have seen them. I know that is the only reason you have allowed me inside today. You are curious, Mikey.
Mikey eXtreme: I am not curious, I am victorious. I have defeated the Light. I have cast the darkness over the lands. You cannot tell me that you are a messenger of the Light because the light is no more.
The Messenger: I am the Messenger.
Mikey eXtreme: Guards! Throw this man in a cell. He is not to leave anyone’s sight.
Hundreds of guards appears out of nowhere, they surround the Messenger and grab him. He is laughing like a maniac.
The Messenger: You cannot save yourself, Mikey. You are doomed. You are doomed to repeat this over and over. You cannot defeat Lord Light.
The guards drag The Messenger through the halls and throw him into a pit. He crashes onto the floor and scoots his way back to the back wall. He is still laughing, blood is pouring out of every orifice on his body.
The Messenger: This is not your battle to win!
The Messenger’s voice bounces throughout the tower.
Mikey eXtreme: He’s a fool.
Mikey sits on the throne, he is visibly angry.
Mikey eXtreme: Samuel Light is dead. I was there. I killed him. There is no way that he survived what was done to him!
Mikey slams his fist down on the arm of the throne. The scene fades.
III. Vengeance
Mikey is staring into a mirror, his face is covered with Vengeance’s face paint.
Mikey eXtreme: You’re nothing, Vengeance. You’ve always been nothing, and you always will be nothing.
I think, deep down inside, you know this. I think that because of that fact, you have let MY United States championship go to your head. You have let the idea, or the notion, that you are something get the better of you.
But, we both know that you are not something. You are still nothing.
You’ve just grown lucky recently. You’ve just found yourself in the good graces of God.
But I’m here to tell you that your God is helpless against me. Your god is nothing. Your God will fail you just as he has failed so many countless others before you and just as he will continue to fail so many countless more. You see, in this match, our second title match against each other in a short few weeks, you have nothing I haven’t seen before.
You have, and I’m being generous here, you have absolutely no chance in hell to win this match. You are matched up against the Greatest Living American, the greatest United States champion that has ever stepped foot inside this company.
And you?
What are you?
You’re a joke, Vengeance. Just look at you! How could anyone take you seriously? I know for a fact that just like your US title run is coming to an end, your bid for President of the United States of America will end just the same.
An abrupt failure.
That’s all you are, Vengeance. A failure. You’ve never accomplished anything in this federation and you never will. Not as long as there are guys like me around. Not as long as their are more deserving individuals like me.
You were the Hardcore champion? For what? Less than a month? You were unable to defend that belt and it was taken away from you. Why? Because you’re a failure. You know it and I know it. You call yourself the Messiah of Hardcore! But, you couldn’t even defend the Hardcore championship.
You were the Internet champion? But what happened, Vengeance? You couldn’t keep that belt either. Less than a month again? That’s right, you lost that belt rather quickly too. Do you know why you lost that belt? It’s not because Trey Reed was a worthy opponent, hell that guy had to drop the belt almost immediately because he’s a complete pile of garbage. But yet, that pile of garbage took your internet title from you.
Do you know why he took your internet title from you, Vengeance? Because you’re a complete and utter failure. You can’t get the job done. You can’t finish what you start.
Sure, I may have had a short United States title run when I picked up that belt the first time. But, I made that belt legitimate. The second I won that belt, it was the talk of the WCF. I had so many targets on my back that it took damn near 10 people to defeat me for that belt while I had one arm tied behind my fucking back. It took a barrage of Superkicks from Pantheon to eliminate me from Ultimate Showdown where my only goal was to reclaim what was once mine.
But, you know what I did after all that was said and done? After my injuries healed? I came back to the WCF and I seen where MY United States championship had fallen. The likes of David Sanchez? A man claiming to be Gemini Battle? That was not Gemini, that was a broken down monster. The real Gemini would have never let that belt out of his grasp, but I could not let that belt suffer any longer.
I came back and I grabbed that belt. I made that belt matter. I made the United States championship what it is today. That belt will forever be synonymous with my name. That is another reason that I must take it from you right now, Vengeance. Not only do you not deserve that belt, but you will tarnish it so badly that it will tarnish my own name.
Mikey punches at the mirror, cracking the glass and cutting his knuckles in the process.
Mikey eXtreme: I can’t allow a failure like you to ruin my image. To tarnish my legacy.
Mikey takes a deep breath.
Mikey eXtreme: I grabbed that belt away from Gemini, Vengeance. The world was in shock, and the questions came pouring in. Would I drop it as quickly as the first time? Ask poor Chelsea Armstrong how that went. The poor girl will never step foot inside of a wrestling ring again. Do you know why? Because, unlike you Vengeance, I am not a failure. I made it a point to show the entire WCF Galaxy that I am not to be taken lightly. I am not to be messed with. Poor Chelsea, her career was over instantly. I know before the match had even started that I was going to be her last opponent. There was NO way that I was letting her walk out of that ring, not after what had happened to me during my first title run, and not after Jeff Purse had claimed that I wasn’t hardcore.
Was that not hardcore? Was the ending of her career not hardcore enough? If you ask me, it let to the end of Pantheon. I wiped out Chelsea, and Purse ran away with his tail tucked between his legs not too long afterwards. Then what happened? Corey Black became The Pantheon. Why? I’ll take all the credit in the world for that.
Then what happened, Vengeance? The All American Asshole, Bernard “The Common” Core decided that he knew what was best for America. He decided that he was more American than me. Can you believe that, Vengeance? Well, you probably can because you suffer the same delusions as Bernard Core. You suffer from the same sickness!
But what happened there, Vengeance?
That’s right. Week after week, we brought it to each other. We battled it out. I beat the shit out of his sad excuse for a son, I beat the shit out of his sad excuse of a dean, Wolf. And for what? To prove I am more American than he was? We beat the shit out of each other with the American Flag for what seemed like hours in what I consider the greatest match in WCF history, as well as all of American History.
And what happened there?
Bernard “The Common” Core, got up and left. He couldn’t take the beating I gave him. It weighed so heavily on his soul that he had to pack up his bags. He had to run away because he could not deal with the fact that I am the American King. He could not deal with the fact that I am that much better than him.
I destroyed Chelsea Armstrong. I destroyed Bernard “The Common” Core. I will destroy you, Vengeance. You might have won the first battle of this American War, but the war still wages on. As long as I am breathing, this war will wage on. That is my United States championship, Vengeance, and I will do whatever it takes to get it back. I will do whatever it takes to make that championship into what it deserves to be.
I am the only one that can carry that belt to the top. I am the only one who can make that championship matter because I embody that belt like no other. I am America. I am the United States. I am the Champion.
You? You’re no champion, Vengeance. You’re a complete joke! When I first heard that you were going to get that title shot after that fluke of a win you picked up over me on Slam, I laughed. I was hysterical on the floor.
Vengeance? Really? Did Seth want to give me the week off?
I got cocky. Just as Ronda Rousey, Conor McGregor, and Mike Tyson got. I lost. I can admit that. But, had I put more into it? Would I have won that match? Would you be the United States champion right now? Believe me when I tell you that your win was a fluke, Vengeance.
Believe me when I tell you that I will be taking my United States championship back.
The American Dream lives on within me, and just like I did for the 98 days that I held that title in my last reign, I will prove that Mikey’s America is all that matters. I will prove that you are not worthy of a spot in Mikey’s America.
And just like I will win that belt back, America will be great again.
Mikey raises his bloody hand to his face and begins to rub the Vengeance face paint off. He covers his entire face in blood in the process.
Mikey eXtreme: I’m coming for you, Vengeance. I need you to take this warning. I need you to listen to me when I say this to you.
Run.
Run far away. Leave that belt in the ring, and just go. Hang up those boots, Harley. Never show your face around here again. Your time as United States champion is coming to an end, and I’m here to make sure you know that.
Tick.. tock..
Tick..
Tock..
The King of eXtreme will rise again.
The scene fades.
IV. Rock Over London, Rock On Chicago
Mikey is sitting inside of a bar nearby his hotel, a few empty shot glasses sit on the bar and the scent of whiskey escapes Mikey’s mouth.
Mikey eXtreme: Can I make a song request?
Bartender: Yeah, sure. What would you like to hear? I got everything, man. You strike me as an Eagles fan, am I right?
Mikey’s eyes narrow.
Mikey eXtreme: The Eagles? Get the fuck out of here with that shit. I want to hear some Wesley Willis.
The bartender raises his eyebrow.
Bartender: Uh, who?
Mikey eXtreme: We’re in fucking Chicago, The SECOND City. And you don’t know the greatest musician from your own god forsaken city? How do you live with yourself?
Bartender: Are you sure he’s from Chicago? I feel like I would have heard of him before..?
Mikey shoots the bartender a death stare.
Mikey eXtreme: Believe me, he is definitely from Chicago. He’s probably the only good thing about this shit hole of a city.
Bartender: Hey! Come on! Show some respect.
Mikey eXtreme: Get me another three shots.
Bartender: I don’t think I like your attitude, and you’ve had enough.
Mikey laughs.
Bartender: What’s so funny?
Mikey grabs the bartender by his shirt and pulls him onto the bar.
Mikey eXtreme: I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough.
Mikey pushes the bartender back over the bar.
Bartender: Don’t ever fucking put your hands on me again.
Mikey eXtreme: Or what? You’ll do absolutely nothing about it. You’re just like Vengeance. You’re helpless in this situation and there is nothing you can do about it. How does that make you feel? Knowing that there is nothing you can do?
Bartender: I train MMA, I’ll do something about it.
Mikey laughs.
Mikey eXtreme: Is that true?
Mikey slaps the bartender in the face.
Mikey eXtreme: Do something about it.
The bartender’s face turns bright red as Mikey laughs in his face. A group of guys in the bar rush over to surround the situation and the Bartender jumps over the bar to eat a massive superkick almost instantly. The Bartender crashes to the floor as the men grab Mikey trying to pull him back.
Mikey eXtreme: Rock over London, Rock on Chicago.. Wheaties.. Breakfast of Champions.
Mikey starts laughing as the men turn their attention to the bartender laying unconscious on the floor. The Scene fades.
V. Hank Brown, You Bastard
Mikey eXtreme: You have got to be kidding me!
Mikey sits inside of a Wendy’s, he’s got a massive amount of food in front of him, when he sees Hank Brown walk in with a WCF camera crew.
Mikey eXtreme: Do you stalk me, you bastard?
Hank smiles, because, well, he does.
hank brown: I just have a few questions.
Mikey eXtreme: Yeah, I know. You always seem to have so many fucking questions. A guy can’t even enjoy a meal without you showing up and harassing him.
hank brown: Is Vengeance your most worthy opponent to date?
Mikey eXtreme: Damn, daniel. At it again with the questions? Well, since you’re unable to scroll up right now, I’ll lay this on you.
Vengeance is complete garbage.
He couldn’t make that United States title relevant if he tried. That’s why the WCF has put me in this match. You can talk about rematch clauses all you want. Sure, I had one. Sure, I may have even wanted to use it. But, the WCF cannot sell a US title match without me in it. That’s how much I mean to this title.
Vengeance? Hell, he probably can’t even find The United States on a map and he’s the champion? It’s a disgrace to the American people and a disgrace to me.
He’s not worthy at all. He beat me. He beat me twice. That doesn’t matter. Those were luck driven wins. I didn’t put my all into those matches. I had some dust in my eye in the first match, and the second match, well, I didn’t even realize that the match had even started. I didn’t hear the bell ring.
This Sunday, Easter Sunday, a day that we eat our weight in chocolate.. Will be a day where the Lord rises from the dead. Mikey eXtreme will rise once again and reclaim his United States championship and there is nothing nobody can do about it. There is nothing that Vengeance can do about it, there is nothing that the House of Ophelia can do about it, there is nothing that Seth Lerch can do about it.
I am the United States champion and it’s only a formality that Vengeance is holding my belt. Think of him as my personal assistant right now. You know, when you have that one assistant that doesn’t do things the right way and you have to slap him around a bit?
hank brown: Uh, I don’t think that’s how that works. I’m pretty sure you can get arrested for assault for doing that.
Mikey eXtreme: Arrested? Come on. Nobody gets arrested if they don’t want to get arrested. Don’t you know how to play this game?
Mikey laughs.
Mikey eXtreme: Hank, stay focused here. We’re doing an interview.
hank brown: Uh, I’m sorry.
Mikey eXtreme: The way I look at it, Vengeance is keeping my title warm for me. It’s kind of like he’s babysitting the belt for me while me and the misses go on a weekend adventure to get away from the little brat. You know? And, this Sunday we’ll stop by Grandma’s house and pick it back up. Strap it in the backseat and go back to our everyday life.
hank brown: So, you’re extremely confident about your chances this week, right?
Mikey eXtreme: You mean, eXtremely.
hank brown: Isn’t that what I said? Extremely?
Mikey eXtreme: No, no.. eXtremely.
Hank gives him a confused look.
Mikey eXtreme: You have to capitalize the X.
hank brown: Uh.. how can you hear a capital letter?
Mikey eXtreme: Are you calling me stupid?
hank brown: No! No! I didn’t mean to imply anything. Let’s just move on to a new question. What are your plans after eXplosion.
Hank pauses, hoping that he correctly capitalized the X in his speech.
Mikey eXtreme: That’s a good question, Hank. But the answer is very simple. After eXplosion, I plan on taking that United States titles to new heights. I plan on taking that belt to the moon and back.
I’ve already had a hell of a run with that belt and believe me, many other wrestlers would love to have a title reign of that magnitude, but they can’t. You know why? They’re not me. I’m so good at what I do that, I have to invent new ways to get this belt over the top.
And at the same time, I can feel the hate being poured down on me by the likes of Joey Flash, Wade Moor, and the rest of the World Title picture. They’re jealous that my “secondary” title is out shining them. Nobody watches the WCF to see the World Title anymore. It’s a joke. Hell, Jayson Price was just the champion. What is this? Dinosaur Championship Wrestling? No. The real championship of this federation is right here. The United States Championship, the most prestigious belt in all of wrestling.
So there is your answer, Hank.
After eXplosion, I will be competing in the best matches the WCF has to offer. I will be defending my United States championship against anyone that thinks they have a chance. But the only difference will be, that I will never let the Vengeance fluke happen ever again.
This title will never leave my waist ever again. You can mark my words.
hank brown: I was looking at the stats, and just like you lost to Grime last year at Timebomb, you lost to him at Explosion too. Do you think that is some kind of omen? Do you think that history will repeat itself with back to back losses to the same opponents at Timebomb and Explosion?
Mikey eXtreme: That’s a shitty question, Hank. No, I don’t think it’s an omen. Have you ever seen The Omen? I haven’t seen it in years, but that movie has nothing to do with this match and it had nothing to do with last year either.
hank brown: Well, I didnt mean the movie.. I just mea--
Mikey eXtreme: I will decimate Vengeance. I will skin him alive. I will paint that canvas with his blood, Hank. What do you not get about this? Do you doubt me? Do you think that he will beat me again? Because you might be just as crazy as he is! You might have gone over the deep end with him. Are you going to run for president too?
hank brown: I have no dog in this race. I’m an impartial outsider.
Mikey eXtreme: Don’t you fucking lie to me you scumbag piece of shit. I know you’re rooting for Vengeance. I know so many people are rooting for him. There is an underdog complex that runs wild in this country, and I understand that. When you’re as weak as you are, you tend to root for someone on your level with the hopes that one day you migh be able to achieve something of that magnitude. The only problem is, those underdogs you root for are nothing like you. They are actually skilled.
Vengeance? He’s got some skills, yeah. But enough skills to best me in that ring? Only on my worst day, and even then it’s iffy.
hank brown: We have time for one more question, and I’ve been saving it for some time now. What was going through your head in that locker room after you lost the belt?
Mikey’s eyes widen, he slowly lifts his head to Hank.
Mikey eXtreme: Do you have a death wish?
Mikey cracks his own neck by tilting his head, Hank swallows air with a loud gulp.
Mikey eXtreme: What do you think was going through my head?
Mikey pounds on the table.
Mikey eXtreme: I just lost my fucking championship to an unworthy piece of shit in front of the entire world. I was angry. I was sad. I was embarrassed. But most importantly, I was motivated. Wait until you see the carnage I inflict at Explosion.
Mikey gets up and walks off. The scene fades.
VI. America, The Beautiful
Mikey eXtreme: Mikey’s America, the only thing that matters. But in order for Mikey’s America to thrive, I need the United States championship. I need to be recognized as America’s greatest. I need to be recognized as the Champion of America.
Without that title, what is Mikey’s America? Nothing. That title is my life, that title is my future. Without it, I am nothing. Without it, I am Vengeance. A failure of a man, a failure of a wrestler. A joke. I can’t let that happen. I can’t let that become me.
Mikey is sitting in the floor and in his hands he holds an American flag. He is speaking directly to the flag.
Mikey eXtreme: I failed you, and I apologize. It was not supposed to happen that way. It will never happen again. I swear to you, I promise you. My word is all that I have right now and I will not tarnish that as I have tarnished my legacy or as Vengeance has tarnished the United States championship.
I know an apology is not enough, and that is why at Explosion, I must save you. I must pull you down and reclaim you. Vengeance cannot control and rule America. He is unable. He lacks the vision that I have. He is nothing compared to me.
This is why I must save you. This is why I must do what I have to do to make sure that I leave that ring with not only my United States championship, but with this flag right here. This beautiful flag that represents the greatest country in the world. Mikey’s America will thrive again. Mikey’s America will prosper. I will sit atop this country and watch it grow, I will mold it, I will make sure that it is what it should be.
Mikey stands to his feet and kisses the flag.
Mikey eXtreme: America deserves better. America deserves me.
VII. Hero
A giant screen is playing the music video for Hero behind Mikey. He waits for the video to come to a complete end, before speaking.
Mikey eXtreme: They say a hero can save us, I’m not going to stand here to wait. I am going to save the WCF. I am going to save America from that vile human being, Vengeance.
I am your American Hero.
I have done so much for this country and will continue to do my best to make this country the greatest country in the world. We have taken a big fall recently under the direction of Vengeance, and I accept full responsibility for that. It’s on me. I didn’t do what I was supposed to do and I let Vengeance creep in and pull the rug from under me.
But, listen to me when I say that it will never happen again.
Listen to me when I say that I will reclaim that United States championship and wrap it around my waist once more. Listen to me when I say that America will be great again.
Mikey raises his arms in victory.
Mikey eXtreme: It is because of the American people that I am here today. It is because of my love for his beautiful country that I stand before you all as the Greatest Living American.
I have tried and done my best for this country time and time again. At Explosion, you will see a Rise of America. You will see America reclaim it’s spot at the top. You will see America for what it truly is, the greatest country in the world.
And you will have me to thank for that.
But, I’m not going to throw it in your face. There is no reason to list my accolades or mention that I am the greatest United States champion in WCF history. There is no reason to mention my plans to break my 98 day United States championship record. There is no reason to mention my plans to break Ice Beckman’s 140 day reign, because they are unnecessary.
America knows my abilities.
My time away from the United States championship has been brutal. I could not sleep. I could not eat. I could not focus. The only thing on my mind for the past few weeks has been reclaiming my spot. Has been fixing my mistakes.
I let America down, but I have clawed my way back to make sure that America can thrive.
Vengeance, I am speaking to you directly now. This Sunday, you will have no where to hide. I implore you to run, but I know you’re too stupid to take that warning. I know you’ll show up, but I also know what I can and will do to you once that bell starts.
Just remember that you were warned. Just remember that you had a chance to keep your life.
Thank you and good day.
Mikey eXtreme walks away from the screen and ducks behind a curtain as a bunch of lifeless corpses applaud him.
