Post by Mikey eXtreme on Sept 17, 2016 3:49:12 GMT -5
Slam
If there was ever the need for a dominant tag team, it was now. Luckily, the WCF had one of the greatest tag teams to ever step foot inside the squared circle, Dat HAWT American Darkness. Mikey eXtreme and Zombie McMorris. They were virtually unbeatable, virtually unstoppable, and thus virtually unbookable.
Instead, Mikey found himself teaming up with Henry Spearman, in an enemies team up match. Wrestling 101, all hell was about to break loose. Mikey was not going to be humiliated again, no matter what, he was going to make sure he would not be humiliated ever again.
But, Mikey eXtreme was very experienced in tag team competition, something that could come in handy in this match against Damian Kaine and Adrian Archer. But, that success was all up to Mikey eXtreme. That success was all in the hands of the American King. Would he come together with the man that was destroying his career, his sanity, and his reputation? Would he push that all aside to bring victory towards their team?
Or would he do the opposite? Would Mikey intentionally cost Spearman this match? Would he refuse to tag in and allow the other two to utterly destroy Spearman essentially making it a two-on-one handicap match?
Only time would tell and time was on Mikey’s side for once. Because, coming up was one of the biggest events in WCF history. Mikey got to enter the match last, after each and every other competitor had already entered and weathered a storm, Mikey got to enter fresh. Time was his friend this time, and he would make the best of it.
His tag team partner for the night, Henry Spearman, would enter first because Mikey put him there. Mikey was responsible for time not being on Spearman’s side. Mikey loved that. Mikey was very happy that HE was the reason that Spearman would have to battle through pretty much the ENTIRE WCF roster in order to get a shot at winning. Mikey would have the best odds, and he was hungry.
No, he was starving.
A shot at the world title, a shot to redeem himself and to prove once and for all that he was the greatest competitor in the WCF. A shot to control the world, to be regarded as the top guy. Mikey yearned to be the industry standard and this was his time, this was the era of eXtreme.
mikey extreme: They think they can slap me and Spearman together, that there is going to be some kind of collision. Some kind of turmoil, but the fact of the matter is, we’re going up against nobody. We’re facing the bottom feeders, the real jokes of the WCF. You might as well have booked us against the Fabulous Adam Young Birds this week, or whatever tag team he’s part of this week. It just doesn’t matter.
Yeah, I’ll probably smack Spearman around a little, hell, maybe I’ll just take him out of the match right at the start so I don’t have to worry about any dead weight.
This should be a Hawt American Darkness match. This should be the beginning of the rise of the greatest tag team, but no, Ol’ Z got his hands full with Gemini Battle. The same Gemini Battle that Thomas Uriel Bates has always liked better than me. The same Gemini Battle that I BEAT to take the United States championship from. The same Gemini Battle who cost us Trios.
But, that’s a story for another day.
Today, I’ve got to focus on Adrian Archer. The same Adrian Archer that I brought to his limits during the King of Death Match tournament. The same bastard that I damn near killed the last time I stepped in the ring with him. The same Adrian Archer that is LUCKY to still be in the WCF.
Believe me, though, his time is coming. Each and every time he steps into MY ring with the goal to dethrone me, to make me look bad, is one step closer to his final end. It’s one step closer to my total domination of WCF.
No matter what Archer tries to do in this match, no matter what he brings.. He’ll never be able to match me. I am superior in every single way. I am a god. There is nobody in this company that is on my level and there never will be.
Each and every week I go out there and put on the best matches. I steal the show, I give the fans what they paid to see. Every single week, I get absolutely nothing to show for it. I get fed these bullshit middle of the road filler matches.
Each and every week my talent is wasted.
Archer will be just another victim, a sacrifice on the road to the top. He will be just another body on the list. When the WCF realizes what they have, who the world’s greatest competitor actually is, Seth will be kicking himself over it.
When he looks for the Adrian Archers, and the Damian Kaines of the WCF and he can’t find them. When he starts to question everything and he realizes that I put them out of their misery, that I went out there and I warned each and everyone what was coming but they failed to listen. They failed to take my warnings.. That I went out there and disposed of each and every piece of garbage that he put in MY ring.
He’ll wish he could have booked me in the big matches. He’ll regret wasting the biggest money maker in the business today.
But, there he was, wasting me away in some shitty tag team match. Teaming me up with an even bigger piece of trash than my opponents. There he was, keeping Dat Hawt American Darkness out of title contention.
Mikey laughed.
mikey extreme: But, at least he is spoon feeding me easy wins. Guy’s like Damian Kaine. Do you know who Damian Kaine is? Because I sure as hell don’t. When I found out who I was going to be facing this week, I laughed. I thought there was some kind of typo. Some kind of error on Seth’s part. CLEARLY he was making this guy up, right?
But then I found out that this is a real life guy.
He had a match last week, actually, where he fought Adrian Archer and Gemini Battle. Television title was on the line and everything.
They both fucking lost.. To Gemini Battle. Either one of them could have been television champion, but they’re both incapable of receiving gifts. They’re both unworthy of stepping inside of that ring with me.
Hell, maybe I’ll just no show and let Henry Spearman take care of them. They’re more on his level than mine anyway. This way everyone looks good, well, they’ll all look really bad, but they won’t have me in there to be compared to so it’s a win/win situation.
Mikey sighs.
mikey extreme: But, this is what i’m talking about. Damian Kaine couldn’t even beat a fucking child if he wanted to, and he’s put in a match with me. He’s put in a match to HUMILIATE me once again. Ha ha ha! Mikey is fighting the worst that the WCF has to offer! What a joke!
It makes me look bad. It brings down my value. It brings down my value and it’s not fair to me. It’s not fair to anyone who buys a ticket or orders a WCF PPV that they have to see their KING, their GOD, take on the weakest guys that the WCF can find.
I should be the main event because I am the main event. This is Mikey’s America and I’m still the king, baby. I’m still the guy that the world marvels at. I’m still the guy that chased Bernard Core out of the WCF. I’m still the guy that made Vengeance hang up the boots, and I’m still teh guy that ended Chelsea Armstrong’s career.
I am the fucking WCF’s most aggressive. I deserve to be feared, I deserve everyone in that locker to cower when I walk through. Nobody is on my level, they don’t deserve to make eye contact with me. They don’t deserve a handshake. They don’t deserve to be addressed in anyway.
They certainly don’t deserve to step in that ring with me, either.
But. they get that chance. Seth gives each and every one of them a shot at the greatest. He puts them in my ring and I end them. I extinguish them. I show them the exit. They find out what an explosion feels like, and I mark their X’s.
Archer remembers the last time I got my hands on him. He remembers the pain, he remembers not being able to function properly for days. Hell, he probably still has lasting affects from that night. But, that’s not my problem. I told him to run away. I gave him his out clause, I gave him ample opportunity to save himself, but he did not want to take my advice. He wanted to prove to himself that he could compete on my level.
He couldn’t.
So now it is your turn, Damian. Now it is your turn to run. Now it is your turn to stay away from MY ring. Do whatever you want Sunday night, but if you show up in my ring it will be the last thing you do. It will be the last time anyone ever sees you again. I guarantee you a beating like you’ve never felt before. Something that you couldn’t even possibly dream up in your worst nightmares.
Step into my ring, boy, and you’ll find out what the ERA of EXTREME is all about. Step into my ring and that’s that. That’s the end of the great career of Adam Young 2.0. That’s the end of the great Damian Kaine, the worst wrestler to ever step into my ring and the easiest that I have ever had to deal with.
But I know both of these bums hate each other. I know they’ve been beating the shit out of each other week in and week out. I read about it, some news article about the most boring feud in modern day wrestling. But whatever, that’s on them but I can already see the match unfolding in my head.
Kaine tags in Archer, he wants to see Kaine get destroyed by the American King, so he tags out quickly. Kaine tags him back in, he needs Archer to be softened up for him. They both tag in and out for a majority of the match before I’ve finally had enough and rip them limb from limb. Before I take total control of the match and put everyone out.
Why?
Because that’s what I’m about. I’m the greatest competitor this company has ever seen and it’s about time they start treating me that way. It’s about time they start to treat me with the respect that I deserve. The respect that I’ve earned.
It’s about time the ERA of eXtreme is realized and acknowledged for what it is.
You time is ticking, WCF..
Tick, tock..
Make it count.
Mikey rips off his WCF microphone and drops it to the floor. He doesn’t lose eye contact with the camera until he starts to walk away and the scene fades.
