XIII: The Age of eXtreme

[Mikey eXtreme]

THE AGE OF EXTREME

XIII
October 12, 2017

War had come and gone, Mikey had nothing to show for it. Sixth place? That wasn’t good enough, Mikey had to win War and he failed like he always does. XIII was going to be different, the Age of Ultron was upon us.

The Age of Mikey eXtreme.

Mikey had stepped in the ring with all three of the other competitors, most notably, Andre Holmes. The mastermind behind the Age of Ultron, and one of Mikey’s biggest foes, in the sense that they both wanted to be known as the most hardcore on the roster.

Holmes had beat Mikey when that title was on the line, and thus, for the time being, Holmes was the most hardcore. Though, that was a fact that could easily be changed, and was something that Mikey was dead set on correcting.

Nobody was more hardcore than Mikey eXtreme. Nobody was more psychotic in that ring than Mikey eXtreme. Mikey, was just different. He did things differently. He didn’t think before he acted when he was inside those ropes. The only thing that mattered, to him, was picking up that victory. If that meant he had to staple a bag of chips to somebodies nuts in the process, that was fair game. If it meant leaving a blood drives worth of blood on the mat, it would happen.

Mikey was no ordinary wrestler. Mikey was the perfect psychopath to lace up his boots for XIII. Mikey put on shows, horrifying grotesque displays of wrestling. Mikey eXtreme was out for blood.

Most recently, War withstanding, Mikey found himself in a one on one match with none other than the Irresistible Force, Mr. Luke Force. The match ended as must of Mikey’s matches do, with Mikey’s hand raised high into the air with a sign of victory. Mikey was the better man. Mikey would always be the better man, because, well, he was better.

William, that big bastard, had only had the pleasure of stepping into the ring with Mikey during the War match itself, so he was in for a surprise. He was in for the biggest nightmare of his entire WCF career. He was in for something that he could never imagine.

Mikey eXtreme craved violence, he had the shakes, and soon his itch would be scratched. Soon his lust for blood would be fulfilled as he was about to step into that ring with one purpose and one purpose only.

Humiliation.

He would humiliate the three men that had the poor misfortune of stepping up to the plate to take him on. He would avenge that loss to Andre Holmes. He would beat Luke Force again. He would, for a lack of a better term, take a shit on William.

Mikey eXtreme was here to hurt you.

I

Are you ready?
To DIE

Mikey, sitting alone in the dark, was mumbling to himself. Perhaps, deep in conversation with Doc, the man who lived inside his brain. That was much more likely, because lately, Mikey had been lost. He had been searching for himself, searching for where he truly belonged in the echelon of professional wrestling. His spot, or his lack there of, was something that he needed to find. It was something that tore him apart each and every day.

Was he the best? He thought he was. He could have been better with better conditioning, with better preparation. He could have been the WCF World Champion, if he hadn’t blew his chances. Or, the other possibility. The one that kept Mikey awake at night, the one that plagued him the entire time he had graced the WCF ring, maybe he was garbage. Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t belong. Maybe he overvalued his own worth, and with the help of lady luck, was able to gain a little steam.

Mikey was ready to die to prove that he was the best. Mikey was willing to put his life on the line as he stepped into the AGE of ULTRON. Mikey was willing, but he would not have to, because it was the lives of the other three men that Mikey was after. It was one, two, or even all three of them that would lose their lives.

Mikey would be responsible for that.

Mikey eXtreme: Luke, buddy ol’ pal, remember me?

Mikey laughed. The camera could barely pick him up in the darkness, but if you strained hard enough you could make out his general shape. You could not tell that he was laughing, had you not been able to hear the rabid hyena.

Mikey eXtreme: A few weeks ago, if I remember correctly and correct me if I’m wrong. I’ve been hit a few times on the ol’ noggin’

Mikey raised his hand towards his head as the slightest amount of light crept through the blinds covering the windows to the left of Mikey. With the minimal amount of increased light, Mikey’s finger can be seen bouncing off his right temple.

Mikey eXtreme: But, I think, that I just beat the shit out of you, right? You remember that, Luke? You brought out your family, the watered down family dollar version of what you see each and every week.

Mikey smiled. He was talking about himself, Vidalia, and Freakshow. The only family that truly mattered in the WCF.

Mikey eXtreme: But, I walked out victorious. I hit that eXplosion, and you were done for. You couldn’t recover from what i put you though. You were nothing to me, Luke. Not a threat in the lightest.

I exposed you and I’ll do it again live in Mexico.

Why? Because, I can. There’s not much more to it, Luke. I’m here to embarrass you because, I can. Not because I have to, not because it’ll make me look better than I already am. I’m doing it just because you can’t stop me.

Mikey laughs, sending laughter echoing off the walls.

Mikey eXtreme: Doesn’t that eat you alive, Luke? Doesn’t that hurt you, knowing that no matter how hard you try, that I’m going to slap you around a little more. Just like they used to do to you at school.

Do you remember that?

Having your head flushed down the toilet, having things thrown at you, having rumors spread that you could never shake, no matter how hard you tried.

Deny it, Luke. They always do. You were the man, right?

More laughter.

Mikey eXtreme: You’re a fucking joke and that’s why I’m going to have fun hurting you. That’s why I’m going to have a ball, ripping you to shreds. That’ why I’m going to laugh as I throw you around and have as much fun with you as I want.

Because, like I said before, you don’t belong in that ring with me. You’re just a bit below my level and I’ll go out there and prove it each and every week. Whenever the WCF slaps you in that ring with me, Luke, I’ll make sure to slap you around a little extra just to show you that, you have never been on my level and that I can do whatever I want to do to you.

Mark my words, Luke, mark ‘em.

This is not your world. It has never been your world, and as long as I am standing in the middle of that ring, you just don’t have a spot.

More laughter, Mikey is having a ball cutting Luke Force back down to size.

Mikey eXtreme: Just be happy that I’m not allowed to challenge for that Alpha title, Luke. Because, It would be mine quicker than you could realize a match was starting.

But, Seth has saved you, it seems.

Seth ain’t here now, though, Luke. Just Mikey eXtreme. Just the most dangerous man on the entire WCF roster. Now, you can go ahead and downplay the beating I put on you the last time we were in the ring, because, you and I both know that you can barely remember anything after that match. After the damage that I have done to you. I’m surprised you were even able to wak after that match, but you could. Hell, you even went on to compete in War.

I mean, you didn’t make it as far as I did, BUT, that’s okay. Nobody expected you to last longer than me, Nobody expected you to even make it to WAR.

Now, here we are, gearing up for XIII. Gearing up for the ultimate rise of the King of eXtreme at the expense of Luke Force, again

The passing light drifts away and with the increasing darkness, the scene fades away with it.

II

Die! Die! DIE!

Mexico was a weird place for the WCF galaxy. On one hand, it housed an event that almost pulled the WCF in upon itself but on the other hand, it housed the birthplace of Mikey’s America. It was a special place in Mikey’s black heart, and he always wanted to shine while he was down there.

Which, he usually did.

Mexico was also a dark spot, he had lost friends there. He had, buried friends there. So, it would always be in the back of his mind. He would never forget the incidents that revolved around the DRG’s mission on that fateful day, and he would never forget the gift that they had received.

That gift, the severed head of Bryan Paine, has molded Mikey more than anything in his WCF career. It has haunted him everyday, haunted him that he got Bryan into that mess, that he allowed Bryan to be murdered. Every time Mikey stepped into that ring, he had to do so for Bryan.

Mexico was special.

Mikey was sitting in a bar, half listening to a conversation between two patrons. His spanish wasn’t great, but he got the gist of what was going on. The one man was talking about getting ripped off by his mechanic and how furious it made him feel. The other man was simply nodding and agreeing.

Mikey, full of tequila at this point, piped up.

Mikey eXtreme: Then do something about it, puta.

Perhaps Mikey would have been better translating the first part of his statement, rather than the last, but he didn’t care either way. The mexican gentleman turned his head towards Mikey. He looked surprised, because he recognized Mikey almost immediately. His son, a huge wrestling fan, was watching a WCF video on YouTube the other night and he had seen Mikey in the ring.

Man: ¡Perdóneme!

He was in shock. A celebrity, a very low level one but still somebody known around the world even if just inside the wrestling community, was sitting in his local bar and had spoken to him. The word choice was not one that he would have liked, being called a bitch by anyone was never something that you wanted to hear, but he wasn’t drunk yet, he had only drank half of his beer at this point so he was still able to think rationally.

Mikey eXtreme: You deaf, muchacho?

The man laughed. He answered back, in English.

Man: No, I can hear you, but I don’t understand.

Mikey laughed.

Mikey eXtreme: Do something about it, if he ripped you off, rip him apart.

The man’s eyes widened.

Mikey eXtreme: You know who I am, I can see it in your face. You know what I do out there? I rip anyone who gets in my way apart. It don’t matter what or why, I just shred them because nobody is getting over on me.

Nobody is going to take advantage of me, not if I have anything to say about it.

The man was following along the best he could, his English was okay, but it wasn’t the best. His friend at the bar was completely lost and was surprised that Mikey was not punched in the face for calling his friend a puta.

Mikey eXtreme: For example, take William. The guy is a big mother fucking behemoth, right?

Mikey looks at the other mexican man and squints his eyes, trying to think of the words.

Mikey eXtreme: William es un puta gorda.. Mierda? Si?

The man thinks for a second before letting out a howl of laughter that fills the bar. He has no idea what Mikey is actually talking about, and after tonight he will barely even remember talking to Mikey.

Mikey eXtreme: Well, you think I’m gonna et that fat fuck get away with putting me in that fucking cage at War? You think that for one minute that I’m going to allow somebody like that to humiliate me in front of the entire world?

Nobody takes advantage of me. I get the last laugh, and I will knock 50 pounds off William when I send his head 15 rows deep after he gets marked. They’re gonna have to send his fat ass back to Britain in a body bag. Mark my fucking words, muchachos. Mark my mother fucking words.

Mikey grabbed the cup of tequila in front of him and downed it.

Mikey eXtreme: Now, you take me over to this mechanic asshole and lets show him how funny it is to rip somebody off. Let’s beat the shit out of this guy, and slice him up real good. Let’s leave him in the trunk of one of the cars he’s got up in the shop.

Mikey laughs, he’s completely serious. The man can see this and his eyes widen once again. He’s not capable of murder, and especially not drunk enough to even remotely think about it being plausible.

Man: No, no. Eso.. That’s fucking.. I can’t do that.

Mikey still laughing, begins to laugh even louder.

Mikey eXtreme: I know you can’t. You don’t got the fucking cojones.

Mikey grabs his balls for a moment.

Mikey eXtreme: You don’t got the darkness in you, I can see that from a mile away. But, I do. That’s something that I gotta teach to this mastadon of fucking man. When you step into Mikey’s ring, you don’t get to walk out unless I allow it.

Mikey looks at the man for a moment, a shiver drives down his spine. He knows Mikey would kill that mechanic, and he thanks god that he didn’t actually tell him what mechanic it was. He’s glad that he wouldn’t be the cause of a lost life. But, Mikey had that look on his face, a dark and deranged look in his eyes. He needed something, he craved something, something evil. He needed to feel blood between his fingers, he needed to feel that warm embrace of a fresh slaughter.

XIII would be a slaughter.

III

I’m coming for you,

I’m coming to end you.

DEATH TO ALL

Vidalia was the first to wake up, and she did this with a yawn. She had slept good, and she wiped her eyes before rolling over to cuddle with Mikey before he woke up for the day, before the demons would pull him back to his tower. Now, while he slept, he was an angel, or so she thought. Though, he was always an angel to him because she loved him. It didn’t matter that others saw him as an angel of death, to her, he was life.

That’s when she noticed the blood. It was dry, but it was blood nonetheless, and it covered Mikey. She had no earthly idea what had happened the night before, she had gone to bed early, the trip to Mexico had practically knocked her out. She hated traveling for that reason, no matter where they went, her fucked with her internal clock. She didn’t even know if it was really the morning yet, but the sun was out so it was safe to assume.

She did, however, have an idea. Something dark had happened last night, something gruesome. Mikey smelt of darkness, death, and power, something that turned her on just enough to get her excited. She pulled herself close to Mikey, grinding herself against his back and she shot her hand down his pants. It wasn’t hard to find what she was looking for and with a few quick tugs, Mikey’s eyes were open as well.

She could tell, almost instantly that he was awake and she whispered into his ear.

Vidalia: What the fuck did you do last night?

She didn’t let go, she thrusted herself closer to Mikey, so close in fact that she could feel his heart beating against her chest through his back. It was beating hard and heavy, not just from her hands, but because of what he had done the night before. A dark night indeed, he had set out to release a little steam.

He was breathing heavy as he began to speak to her, having to stop every so often at the mercy of the pleasure that he was feeling.

Mikey eXtreme: I went to this bar, down in Agua, and this guy was telling me about how he needed something dark done for him..

This was a lie, of course. The man never asked for this, and he wanted no part in Mikey’s plan. He never told Mikey the name or the location of the mechanic, but Mikey was ready. He left the bar with one thing on his mind, and one thing was for certain. Somebody was going to die, somebody had to die.

Shortly after Mikey stumbled out of the door, he made his way through town. He didn’t quite know the area, but he just kinda stumbled around. He was a scary individual, and it kept most people at bay, usually. Other times, Freakshow had kept them away, but tonight he was nowhere to be found, perhaps he was out having his own pleasure. Yeah, Mikey was sure that was it. Freakshow had to please the demon that was lurking inside of him, and he needed to feed it, too.

But Mikey stumbled around looking for the perfect target. He didn’t want to go after the weakest member of the herd, but he was also highly intoxicated and might be easily dispatched if he went after just anyone. He had to be smart about it, and he found a young man, about 26, doing a night jog. Mikey watched him as he lapped the same path, checking his fitbit every so often.

Mikey eXtreme: This’ll be fun.

On his 6th lap around his path, Mikey hurled a rock that hit the man right in his temple. The rock was thrown with enough force that it made the man stumble, and though he didn’t crash to the ground it gave Mikey just enough time to drag him down into the dark alleyway that he had been watching from. Mikey’s hand instantly grasped for the man’s mouth, muffling his first attempt to scream almost instantly.

Mikey eXtreme: Shhhh.

Mikey’s other hand, which was clenching a knife, came up to the man’s stomach, pressing the blade against it.

Mikey eXtreme: Silencio, mi amigo.

Mikey laughed as he pulled the man behind a dumpster. Tears began to stream down the man’s face. He was not ready to die, in fact earlier in the day he had been shopping around for an engagement ring for his girlfriend. He was finally going to ask her to marry him after they had been dating for the last 6 years. Commitment of that magnitude was hard for him, but he finally pushed through and was going to ask her.

Then, Mikey eXtreme happened.

Almost instantly, Mikey had pushed the blade deep into the man’s stomach. His blood, which at first only slightly trickled out onto his hand was warm. It was calming, and Mikey for a moment felt at peace. It was a feeling he rarely felt, but when he did, he had to let it soak in.

The man began to squirm, which caused Mikey to pull the blade out just slightly enough to tear even more of his flesh. Blood began to pool out of the man now, and as Mikey pulled the knife all the way out of the man, he looked into his eyes one final time. He punched the knife back into the man one more time, and this time he watched as the man’s life left his body.

He was dead and there was blood everywhere. Blood, which Mikey could not get enough of. Blood that seemed to give Mikey more energy than he knew what to do with. Blood that, that still stained his hands and clothes the next morning as he awoke with his dick in Vidalia’s hand.

Vidalia: Fuck me. Fuck me now!

IV

THE AGE OF DEATH
The Age of Ultron
The Age of eXtreme

The death of Andre Holmes

Mikey eXtreme: Beat me once, shame on me. That was my fault, though. I misjudged you. I didn’t do what had to be done in order to get the job done and I’ve had to live with that. I’ve had to suffer with that loss ever since, Andre.

But, not anymore. Now, I get to have my revenge. Just like I beat Corey Black to win that Omega Championship, revenge for him winning the first ever King of Death Match, I’m coming for you now, Andre. I’m coming to do to you, what I should have done the last time we stepped into that ring.

I’m coming to end you. I’m coming to mutilate you, you do things to you that have never been done inside that WCF ring. I’m coming to show you that I am the KING of Hardcore around here.

Mikey eXtreme is standing in front of the WCF cameras, his eyes are wild, and his hair is a mess. He stares into the camera as if he were about to lunge through it, and grasp for Andre’s throat. He has a purpose, and he is about to tear Andre apart.

Mikey eXtreme: But, you’ve turned your back on our world, Andre. You have become a joke, something that we always knew that you were. Someone who is all about Dicks now.

Well, that’s fine, Andre. This is your life, not mine. If you want to be out there playing with Jayson Price’s dick on a nightly basis, well, that’s fine. You can do that, but, don’t you dare think for one second that you can step back into my world and have some kind of advantage because you beat me the last time.

That, that was never supposed to happen. That was the biggest upset in the history of the WCF. Nobody saw that coming, and believe me, nobody thinks that you’re going to pull this one out of your magic hat either.

TRUST me, Andre. This is not your match,

The Age of Ultron is mine, and once those weapons come crashing down to the earth, I will use each and every one of them against you. I will tear your flesh from your body, I will leave you broken, bloodied, and bruised in the middle of that ring.

I will end you, Andre.

I will be the one that brought Andre to the limit and exposed him for the fraud that he is. I will be the one that put hardcore back on the map, because we all know that Ethan King has done nothing but bring that belt down to the ground. He has spit on this world, and guys like Andre Holmes have allowed this to happen.

But, I won’t allow it.

Mikey eXtreme is the HARDCORE God. Mikey eXtreme is the KING.

Mikey pulls the camera close to his face,

Mikey eXtreme: Mikey eXtreme is coming for you, Andre. I suggest that you stay out of Mexico, just take that plane straight to Minnesota, and circle jerk with Jayson Price as you guys get blasted by Total Fucking Friendship or whatever the fuck that joke of a team is called.

Stay in the joke league, Andre.

Before I put you out of wrestling for good.

Mikey begins to laugh like a maniac. His face still pressed close to the camera, his breath fogging the lense making it harder and harder to make out his shape. Harder and harder until the scene fades away.

V

The Bell Tolls

The bell tolls for those who step in the way of Mikey eXtreme, the last American King. There have been men who have tried, some have done better than others but when it was all said and done, Mikey usually stood tall. Mikey, one way or another, would find his way back to where he belonged, the top of the fucking food chain.

This was Mikey’s dinner, this was the Age of Ultron match. William, Luke, and Andre would step inside Mikey’s kingdom looking for a chance to take down the greatest competitor to ever step foot inside that WCF ring. Andre had done it before, but beating Mikey in multiple matches was something hard to come by, something that was so rare, that it drove Ethan King delusional to the point where he believes that he has beaten Mikey almost a half dozen times already.

Mikey does not lose in the sense that he is truly defeated, winning a battle does not win you the war, and this was the WAR for WCF greatness. This was the War for something much bigger than one match, this was Mikey’s life on the line. This was Mikey eXtreme looking to put himself at the top of the mountain to stay there, to go down in the history books as the greatest WCF talent of all time.

Mikey eXtreme: Thirteen, presented by Jayson Price. It’ll be my pleasure to beat Andre within an inch of his life, as his tag team partner watches on from ringside. I’ll make sure that I bring him over to you, Jayson. That his blood will not only be on my hands that night, but that it’ll be all over you as well.

Because his downfall is just as much your fault as it is his own. It was your dick that tempted him, Jayson. It was your dick that brought him over to that side, it was your dick that caused him to leave this world of hardcore.

And for that, you will also pay the price.

William, Luke, you will be just mere pawns in this chess game. But, that doesn’t mean you’re not important, not at all. That doesn’t mean that I won’t take you out quickly, either. Trust me, guys, I am your biggest nightmare coming into XIII. I am the one and only true KING of the WORLD.

This was Mikey’s world, and there was nothing that could be done about it. Mikey eXtreme was judge, jury, and executioner and he was staring down the barrel of a gun pointed right at the heads of his enemies.

Andre, bang.
William, bang.
Luke, bang.

Andre, bang again.

The gunshots echo off of each other causing a chaos of sound that explodes through the room until it just disappears as if it were never there to begin with.

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