Post by Mikey eXtreme on Jun 22, 2016 4:15:19 GMT -5
Blast: Part 1: The Pomp
Mikey eXtreme was standing on a hill, with a large American flag flying behind him. His hand was over his heart.
Mikey eXtreme: I might be the KING of America, but there is another kingdom that I reign supreme over: The Kingdom of eXtreme.
A kingdom that I have ruled over for my entire career. A kingdom that I have made famous. I may not have had many hardcore matches here in the WCF but let me break it down for you.
I am to hardcore what #NewLogan is to big contracts. Don’t even question it.
I can sit here and spew out accolade after accolade and talk about how I’ve won 900 hardcore championships in my career or how I destroyed 1000 efeds with my hardcore abilities. But, I won’t.
Mikey removes his hand, and brushes his hair out of his face.
Mikey eXtreme: Why not? Well, because it doesn’t matter. Look at who I am slated to face at Blast.. Psycho Pomp. Yeah, that’s actually his name.
Psycho. Pomp.
That’s right, my opponent for Blast is named after Elvis Presley’s hairstyle.
Vidalia walks into the scene and begins speaking to Mikey.
Vidalia: I think it’s actually some kind of Greek word for..
Mikey doesn’t even let her finish.
Mikey eXtreme: Greek? This is AMERICA. We don’t care about Greek anything, well.. Maybe a Gyro. BUT that’s it.
This is America. We worship things like Elvis Presley.
Now, if had had taken that name from the Great American Icon, I could possibly go easy on the guy. But, he’s using a GREEK word in MY America? This is uncalled for. This is totally outrageous.
Elvis Presley is the greatest Rock & Roller of all time. He deserves to be worshipped.
Mikey is getting worked up over nothing. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly.
Mikey eXtreme: Where was I? Oh, yeah, Psychopomp. I kinda feel bad for the guy, his first PPV and he’s gotta face the greatest competitor in the WCF.. and not only is he facing the greatest competitor in the WCF but he’s doing it in HIS match style.
Mikey grabs Vidalia’s hand, he feels a small tingle in his dark heart. He guides her to a bunch of trees. It’s shady, and the trees cut the wind a little bit.
Mikey eXtreme: When you think of hardcore, what do you think of?
Pain? Weapons? Blood?
I think about home. This is MY match, Pomp. This was the kind of match that I was put on this earth for. The Dark Lords were very wise when they chose me, because they KNEW that I wasn’t some chump. They knew that I could take the pain. They knew that there was no way that I was going to back out of anything.
That’s what separates us, Poppa Pomp.
While you’re having meaningless matches with Kevin Bishop and Josh Matthews, I’m sitting at the top of the WCF. One half of the hawtest tag team to ever grace Mikey’s America, a hardcore championship contender, the greatest United States champion in WCF history.. And a perennial all star.
I put on the best matches with the best talents that WCF has to offer.
What do you do?
You lose.
Nobody knows who you are. Nobody cares who you are.. And after Slam, nobody will remember who you were.
The scene fades.
The Day I Tried To Live
Mikey’s eyes slowly opened as his hand came rising up to brush the hair out of his face. There was an empty bottle of whiskey on the floor next to him & Vidalia laid next to him with her head upon his chest.
It was a normal afternoon in the world of Mikey eXtreme.
“Seize the day, pull the trigger, Drop the blade and watch the rolling heads”
Mikey shook his head. Was that Doc? Mikey was unsure, it didn’t sound like Doc. Could there be another voice in Mikey’s head?
His eyes scanned the room, there was nobody there besides Vidalia and Freakshow. Mikey shrugged it off, thinking perhaps it was lasting effects of the alcohol.
Mikey eXtreme: You know, it was last year at Blast that my United States championship was stolen from me. One year ago that Kaz Mazy and a personal army took me out while Kaz capitalized on an injured Danny Anderson.
An injury that I caused.
One year ago at Blast, I was victim of cowardice. But, I earned my way back to the top and I eventually regained that United States championship and brought it to heights it had never seen before. I brought that belt to the top when I made it more important than the World championship.
This year will be different.
This year will be the start of something new. This year will be the start of the Age of eXtreme. Psychopomp will fall victim to the most deadly beating in WCF history. His lifeless corpse will be dragged out by Freakshow while I set my sights on Nathan Chambers and the Hardcore title.
This is my year.
There is nothing anyone can do to change that.
I will win that Hardcore title and I will earn my spot in the Ultimate Showdown match. I will rise to the top of this federation and everyone will bow down before me.
Mikey got off the bed and made his way to the mini fridge. Inside was a bunch of budweiser American Flag cans.
Mikey grabbed one like a proud American.
Mikey eXtreme: Do you think I will let Psychopomp get in my way? Do you think I’m going to let some no name curtain jerk knock me off course? I am a god damn champion. This prick doesn’t even deserve to step in the ring with me.
What has he done to earn this match? What has he done to prove that he is capable to stepping inside that ring with me in a hardcore match? Jesus. Ol’ Seth Lerch must need this kid dead for some reason. Maybe if he’s gone, Seth can pour that $13 salary into #NewLogan?
I mean, I’ve got no answer.
This match makes no sense. On paper, I destroy Pomp. In real life, I destroy pomp. In a video game like WCF 2K17, I destroy pomp. There is no way on earth that the Pompman can beat me. There is nothing that he can do to take me off my game.
It’s a shame, it really is. Pomp had a promising future, he was one day going to feud with the likes of Adam Young and the entire Young family.
But now?
His future involves doctors and hospitals. If this guy ever wakes up from the destruction that I am bringing forth, it’ll be a miracle.
And I’ve got bad news, this ain’t 34th street.
Mikey begins laughing as he cracks open that ice cold can of American Freedom and pounds it back. The scene fades as he reaches for another can.
