Post by Mikey eXtreme on Jul 2, 2016 3:43:38 GMT -5
The NYC Subway Journey
Mikey stepped into the entrance to the train station and pulled the metro card from his wallet. At that same time he heard a homeless man call to him,
Bum: Hey man, do you have a few dollars you can spare?
Mikey eXtreme ignored the man like a true New Yorker and swiped his metro card before pushing through. The homeless guy didn't miss a beat and asked the next two or three people for varying amounts of money too, before finally finding that one dumb fuck who was willing to break out a dollar on the degenerate.
Mikey climbed the steps until he reached the platform, the humidity was strong and Mikey could already feel the sweat forming on his forehead. By this point he could hear rumblings from people on the platform.
Person 1: Hey isn't that one of those wrestler guys?
Person 2: You know what, I think it is!
Person 1: Bro, go ask for a picture or something. I would do it but I'm not into that stuff anymore. It's not like it used to be back in the day. Now it's just too watered down.
Person 2: but, that's Mikey eXtreme. The dude doesn't even know what water is. He lives on whiskey, beer, and fucking steaks like a real American.
Person 1: but could he beat Hulk Hogan?
Person 2: He'd probably rip Hogans ears off and stable his tongue to his forehead.
They both laugh.
mikey extreme: That's what I'm planning on doing to Nathan Chambers.
They're both shocked that Mikey spoke to them that their eyes widen.
Person 1: But, the hardcore rule only applies to him.
Person 2: I thought you didn't watch wrestling? What the fuck?
mikey extreme: I didn't specify when, I can do it afterwards. Or I can follow him home, do that walk behind him shit, and boom. Right when he least expects it, he's mine.
Person 3: That's that grimy shit, son!
They all turned around to see another guy waiting for the train.
Person 3: Mikey eXtreme a fucking gangsta.
Mikey nods his head.
Finally the F train arrives, Mikey boards as do a bunch of other people. Mikey darts for the corner seat. The three of them surround him, still shocked he is speaking to them.
Person 2: So, how are you going to deal with Nathan?
Ding! The doors close and the train begins to move.
mikey extreme: The same way I deal with all these mother fuckers, I’m going to bring them to a world they’ve never imagined. I’m going to bring them places they thought were only a myth. I’m bringing Nathan Chambers to the Kingdom of eXtreme.
The train makes it’s first stop and more people fill the car. Mikey notices a young black male sit next to an elderly white lady. She clutches her bag for dear life and moves to a different seat. Right as Mikey is about to say something to the three people, two Mexican men begin to play a guitar and a violin while singing some Mexican song.
mikey extreme: Nathan is high on himself right now. I think the kid won a match or two, but he’s brand fucking new. He doesn’t know shit. He thinks that he is the best thing since sliced bread but he’s probably the worst thing to the world of wrestling in the entire history of the business.
The kid is garbage.
Couldn’t even beat a fucking cub scout.
Person 1: To be fair, he is a boy scout.
Mikey looked up at him with a look that scared the three men. Just when the tension got to it’s highest one of the Mexicans came over with his hat looking for a tip. Mikey ignored him too.
mikey extreme: Like I was saying, the dude lost in a match with a bunch of talentless hacks. Jeff Purse? Stuart Slane? James Chevy Impala? Outside of the luckiest match of his entire life from James Chevy Nova, none of them can beat me. None of them have been able to do so, and none of them will ever do it again.
But, Nathan thinks that he has it in him to beat me? That he has it in him to retain that HARDCORE championship? Don’t make me laugh! Nathan Chambers is nothing more than a pussy. Once I put him in the hospital at Slam, he’ll be lucky if he ever makes another appearance on Slam or hell, in the WCF, ever again.
That’s what’s up.
It don’t matter who or what I’m up against in that ring. Just know that I’m going to walk out with my arm raised high. Just know that I’m going to walk out the best competitor that has ever stepped foot in that WCF ring.
Because I am the King!
Person 2: All Hail Mikey’s America!
Everyone on the train looks over annoyed.
mikey extreme: Don’t worry, at Slam, Nathan Chambers will hail his king, and he will bow down before MY America. He will bow down before the greatest WCF Champion of all time.
And trust me, it will be glorious.
Just then some children step on the train and once the doors close, they open their book bags. One is empty, while the other one contains bags of fruit snacks, m&ms, sour patch kids, and pretzels.
Kid: Hello, everyone. I know you guys are stuck on this train and I’m sorry. I went out, and spent my own money in order to buy these snacks so that I can make more money. I am trying to be a businessman.
I have fruit snacks, m&ms, and more. Each bag is only $1! Please, I know you are hungry! This will really help out my sister and me. Does anybody want candy? I have pretzels too!
They begin to walk around the car and a few people buy candy, the money drops right into the little girl’s bookbag, and once the train stops, they make their way to the next car to try to push their stupid candy on some more people.
mikey extreme: Nathan Chambers stands no chance.
Person 3: Nah, no way he gonna beat you. He’s crazy if he thinks he got this shit. OD crazy.
Mikey nods his head in agreement.
mikey extreme: You got that right. Just remember, next time you ride this train, you can tell everyone that you rode the F with the greatest Hardcore champion that ever lived.
Mikey begins to laugh as the scene fades.