THE BOOK OF EXTREME: Friday the 13th

[Mikey eXtreme]

THE BOOK OF EXTREME
Friday the 13th

I
The Real Deal

Beating “The Real Deal" Jason O’Neal was nothing. The Dark prophet could have won that match in his sleep, and still look better than most of the locker room. That was what was expected from the most decorated member of the WCF roster. Michael not only held two of the infinity stones, he also held two WCF championships that nobody was going to take away from him.

That was why he had to be booked for XIII. He was the main attraction, not guys like John Rabid or Joey Flash. Not guys like Logan, Jayson Price, Jared Holmes, Jay Omega. This was Michael X on top of the world, he was the prize of professional wrestling.

That was the real reason that Michael’s match at XIII was changed. It didnt have anything to do with Damian Kaine. It had everything to do with Corey Black, a name who has fallen out of the stratosphere and come crashing down to the ground. They needed an actual big name star to make XIII relevant. They needed someone they could actually use to sell tickets to this thing.

Joey Flash vs John Rabid?

That was a match that wouldn't even have garnered any attention 3 years ago when people even knew who those names were. That's a preshow match that is being labeled a main event for the hipster crowd, the real main event is Michael X vs Sam Shields. A match that is destined to be a bloodbath that not only steals the show, but steals the entire two day event.

A two day event that will see Teo del Sol get a world title shot, again. A title shot that Michael X has never been able to receive in all the years he has been stepping foot inside that WCF ring. A match that he hasn't been granted, despite having a win OVER the WCF champion, Dune.

But that's the WCF way. All work, no reward. Michael was going to have to take that championship the only way he knew how, by force. He was going to take that belt on his own terms whenever he decided that he wanted to take that belt.

And for that to happen he needed the Stones. He was already on his path towards them, holding two and possibly looking at two more at XIII if Sam Shields could get past the master of Jazz, John McCarty. But, Michael had faith in Sam. Michael could already see that victory coming to fruition and those stones coming closer to the man who deserved everything that the WCF had to offer. It didnt matter how it happened, just that Michael was rewarded for his efforts. Just that the world knew that there was nobody better than the greatest competitor in WCF history.

Michael has shared that ring with the biggest names in the history of WCF and he has made them look as best as he could make them. Sam Shields was about to have the biggest match of his career and he was too stupid to realize that. He was too stupid to see the level of talent that was inside the Dark Prophet. He was too stupid to actually care enough about this match instead of looking for pussy to bring home to the wife he was unable to satisfy himself. Pipebomb.

XIII was going to be special this time around. Michael X was finally going to put on a show on the card, last time he was scheduled three grown men cried and hid to avoid the slaughter that the King of Violence had in store for them in the Age of Ultron.

This time was going to be different. This time a match was going to take place. There would be no Seth Lerch mass contract shredding in the middle of a Mexican bar in outrage that they didnt serve any IPAs from Pennsylvania. This time, Michael would get his match and his time would not be wasted. This time, the world would get to see the greatest of the greats finally get what he deserves at XIII when his arm is raised in the middle of that ring over the lifeless corpse of Sam Shields.

II


A Day In The Life

Michael woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across his head. Well, he was bald, so there was no comb. He sort of just, rubbed his head, as he yawned and stretched. He made his way downstairs, there was coffee and he drank a cup.

It went down rather smoothly, it was just the right blend of cream, sugar, and coffee. He sat there for a moment before glancing at the clock, he was supposed to meet Vidalia at IHOP, or was it still IHOB? For breakfast at 11:15, and it was currently 11:10, no way for him to make it there in five minutes, but he would certainly make it there not that long afterwards. He reached for his hat, made the bus in seconds flat.

He made his way up to IHOP, do you think they have anything smoked? Probably not, he would probably just have pancakes or something, or a big three egg combo breakfast.

Vidalia: Could you have taken any longer?

Her words sent Michael into a dream, her voice was that of an angel and there was something magical in the way she articulated her words. She was everything in the world to him, way more important than the stones, more important than the gold around his waist, more important than the World Championship.

She was his World Championship.

Everything he did in this life was for her, to impress her, to make her proud of him. Even if he didn’t have to do any of that, he still did it. He wanted her to be able to boast about him in every single way possible.

He was wrestling royalty. He was a Champion. He was one of the greatest wrestlers in all of professional wrestling. He could step foot in UCI and take championships. He could step into NBW and take championships. He could step into AW and take championships. He could step into any place on this planet, and take whatever he wanted to take.

He was simply that good.

Though his record was no as impressive as the likes of the Joey Flashes and the David Sanchez’ he was still something to behold in that ring. When he really cared about a match and he wanted to prove his worth, he stepped in there and defeated whoever was across that ring from him. Just like Lerch with a Pokemon, there was nobody that was going to be better than him.

This wasn’t like ranking Metallica albums, there was a clear number one and it was Michael X portraying Master of Puppets AND Ride the Lightning. Sam Shields was coming in as Reload. That’s just how it was, Michael X was what everyone else strived to become, but they would never get to that level because they just weren’t good enough.

Especially not Sam, who has shown some potential, he does hold two of the infinity stones after all. But, he is not the kind of athlete that Michael X is. He is not the caliber of wrestler that the Dark Prophet is. He doesn’t put on the Match of the Night every single week the way Michael X does.

He would never be on Michael’s level because Michael is different. He’s a different kind of animal, one who steps into that ring every week with the intention of full out murder. He’s the kind of guy who steps through that curtain and doesn’t care if the guy in that ring with him makes it out alive.

He was doing this for Vidalia.

And, as it turns out, she was into the bloodshed. She enjoyed each and every moment that Michael made someone suffer. She enjoyed watching them writhe in pain, and squirm around the ring trying to escape the clutches of Michael. She enjoyed everything that he did in that ring. She rooted for him week in and week out, and she might not let anyone know, but she hopes each and every match gets as violent as possible. There's something about Michael ripping someone apart for her that just sends shivers down her spine.

And she couldn’t wait for XIII.

She couldn’t wait for Michael to do his thing, taking Sam Shields to deep dark place that he has never seen before. A place that only nightmares were capable of bringing you. Bringing him to a place where he not only questions his will to compete, but also his will to live. A place where the weak do not survive and there was nobody was weak as Sam Shields in the eyes of Michael X. There was nobody as weak as Sam Shields in the eyes of the DARKNESS.

That’s where Michael and Vidalia were thriving, in the DARKNESS.

But they sat there, in an IHOP, going through the menu when they already knew what they wanted. It was always the same thing when they went out to eat, they always knew what they were going to order beforehand, but would pour over the menu like there was a chance they would be persuaded into something else.

Sure, on the rare occasion something would stick out, but that was not going to happen today. Today’s order would be two cups of coffee, two cups of orange juice, a large 3 egg combo breakfast platter, and 2 eggs over easy with a side of potatoes. Maybe there would be an indulgence into the world of pancakes, dulce de leche pancake? But, for the most part their order was set in stone and when the waitress finally made her way over to their back booth, a table selection that they were lucky to get, they placed that same order.

Dulce de Leche pancakes to share.

That’s how it always was, there was nothing fancy about their relationship. They went out and ate, they stayed in and watched a movie, they did things that normal people did. They were not normal people, though. Michael X was the KING of DARKNESS. They were both psychopaths that didn’t mind breaking a few rules here and there, and didn’t mind living on their own side of the law. They didn’t mind taking things to a different level, they didn’t mind getting their hands dirty, or narrowly escaping prison sentences for the downright despicable things that they did in their freetime.

It was no secret that they were horrible human-beings. It was no secret that they were scum, that they would do things that would make your stomach churn. A trait that helped Michael in the ring just as much as it did their extra curricular activities. Michael wasn’t afraid to go that extra mile in the ring. He wasn’t afraid of inflicting too much pain, or too much bloodshed. He wasn’t afraid to torture his opponents in the middle of that ring, and listen to them scream and beg him to stop. He wasn’t afraid to push them to their breaking points and then see how far they would bend after that. He wasn’t afraid to fuck with their minds, and force them to try to play a mental game of chess that he was always going to win.

Sam Shields wasn’t ready for this. This wasn’t something that you could prepare yourself for. This wasn’t something that you went to the gym for and ran laps, or lifted extra weights. This wasn’t something that you could get in the right mindset for. This was an all out war with the Darkness and there was nobody that could command that power better than the DARK PROPHET, Michael X.

Sam Shield’s world was coming to an end and he didn’t know it.

III
Fight Fire With Fire

There were battles that could be won with ease and there were battles that had to be won with precise planning. This was not one of the latter, this was a battle of epic violence. This was going to be a fight to the death at the Myth.

Do unto others as they've done to you
But what the hell is this world coming to?
Blow the universe into nothingness
Nuclear warfare shall lay us to rest.

Michael X: There was going to be a war at XIII that has never been seen before. A sort of,

Michael pauses, carefully choosing his words, and with a smile delivers.

Michael X: Infinity War.

There will be no stone left safe as long as that Infinity Championship belt is out there to be had, and defeating you, Sam, gives me two more stones. It brings my total up to four and it just leaves two stones for me to take.

That’s a death wish for you, Sam. That’s where you have gone and fucked things up, because had you come into this match with nothing for me to gain, I could have gone easy on you. I could have let you slide by with just taking the loss, but this is different. This is a test to the greatest competitor that this company has ever seen.

You think that I’m going to let some upstart piece of shit walk into this match and humiliate me in front of the WCF galaxy? Do you think I’m going to allow you to take the stones for yourself and inch closer to MY destiny? Do you think that I’m going to allow the guy that Corey Black vowed was too meaningless to fight at XIII defeat me?

This is a serious question, Sam. Do you think that I’m going to allow you to have anything in this match? That you can actually hang with the greatest living American? Because the answer is an astounding NO. You do not belong in that ring with me, either. I might not have the matchmaking abilities that our astounding boss has, so I can’t take this match away from you, but, I can mop the floor with you as a statement to the rest of the locker room. As a statement to the rest of the jobbers in the back that think they can step into that ring with the Dark Prophet and on any given night, take these stones from my possession, or take any of these championships from around my waist. There is no doubt in my mind that I am the greatest wrestler that this company has ever or will ever see. There is no doubt in my mind that any time we step into that ring, Sam, that I will step out, over your lifeless corpse, with my head held high.

You do not get to feel that feeling. You do not get that satisfaction because you cannot win. You cannot muster up the ability it takes to actually defeat a WCF LEGEND like myself. People like to throw around the GOAT tag, but you’re looking at him right now, Sam, and when you get into that ring with me, you’ll know that’s not an opinion, it’s #FACTS.

Deep down, we both know that you don’t have the confidence it takes to approach this match with the right mindset. We both know that you’re inferior, in every way possible. We both know that you couldn’t beat me if you had a pantheon behind you, because those fucks couldn’t beat me, either.

Beating me, is a big deal, Sam.

When I step into that ring it’s something you have never experienced before. It’s something that few are ever capable of recovering from. Look at the likes of Bernard Core, Vengeance, Chelsea Armstrong.

I commend you, though, Sam. You’re taking this bullet for Damian Kaine, who we all know was going to be mauled so badly that the world would have wept. His carcass would have been left to rot in the middle of that ring and the WCF would have to answer to a lot of questions on how that match was allowed to go on. How they were willing to put a stone cold killer in there with a worthless piece of shit.

Michael looks up, pondering the words that just rolled off his tongue. Another smirk, he looks back into the camera and continues speaking.

Michael X: Sort of like how they’re putting me in that ring with you, Sam. The KING of DARKNESS, the KING of VIOLENCE, The DARK PROPHET one on one with a worthless piece of shit that doesn’t deserve to step into a wrestling ring, let alone step into a ring with greatness on one of the most talked about shows in WCF.

Some might say that XIII is special, it has that ol’ bingo hall type feel to it, at least when Dune isn’t trying to kill people with heatstroke in the center of the earth. And, this XIII will be special for me, too, Sam. You see, you’re the first one, well, let me not get ahead of myself here. This is the third time I’ve been booked to compete at XIII and nobody has ever shown up. Nobody has ever been MAN ENOUGH to accept the challenge. Nobody has ever had the fucking balls to step into that ring and show the world what XIII is about. Nobody has had the heart to face me face to face in the middle of that ring knowing that the rulebook has been thrown out, knowing that I can do whatever the fuck I want to do. Nobody has had the stones to do it, until now?

Do you have the stones?

Or, will you lose them to John McCarty, another useless piece of shit that doesn’t deserve to step foot in that ring with me. The same John McCarty who I slapped around that night I defeated our current WORLD CHAMPION, Dune, and Omen.

If you don’t defeat McCarty, I don’t think that you should be allowed to step into that ring with me, Sam. I don’t think that you have what it takes as a wrestler if you can’t beat somebody as low as John McCarty. If you don’t have the stones, what is the point of this match, Sam? What is the point of allowing you to step into my ring if there is no gain in it for me?

Time is like a fuse, short and burning fast
Armageddon's here, like said in the past.

Michael X: Your time is running out, Sam. Each passing moment, we inch ever so close to the moment where you feel the utter destruction that is the DARKNESS. We inch closer to that feeling of claustrophobia, as the darkness surrounds you and pulls you down. Holding you there, and closing off everything that you’ve ever known. I urge you, Sam, say goodbye to everyone that you love. Say goodbye to everything that you know, because from here on out, everything is different. Everything will be taken from you. Your soul will become the property of the DARKNESS. Your mind will become brittle and broken. Your body will become useless, and you will be a shell of your former self.

You don’t have time to escape from this hell. You don’t have time to improve your skillset, to try to bring something different to the table. You’re the same as everyone else that has stepped in there thinking they can take down little Mikey eXtreme, only to realize that the monster that lives in Michael X is something that cannot be tamed. That it is something that no mere mortal can ever hope to deal with. I’m a different kind of animal, Sam. I’m your biggest threat and your biggest nightmare all rolled into one and I’m looking for you. I’m looking to take you down and drag you through the depths of hell as you try to fight for your life. As you try to do the impossible and take what is mine from me.

You don’t have what it takes, Sam.

I’m not like the rest, I’m not like the others that you have beaten.

I’m not a weak fool like Teo Del Sol. I’m not here for honor and doing the right thing. I’m here to rip you to shreds. I’m here to make sure that you don’t go home with that happy feeling deep down inside. I’m here to strip you of any joy that you have ever felt in your life. I’m here to make you suffer, Sam. I’m here to ruin everything that you have ever thought was a possibility, because nothing is possible when you step into MY kingdom. NOTHING is possible when you try to defeat the DARKNESS.

I’m not as weak as that fool, Jason O’Neal, who you could not defeat. How do you feel like you deserve to step into my ring when you can’t even beat a punching bag like Jason O’Neal? How do you think that you can have that right? You don’t deserve this, Sam. But, Corey has booked it and I’m going to step into that ring and end your miserable life right there in the middle of the ring. Right there in the spot where John Rabid and Joey Flash think that they can steal the show. I’m going to make sure that the only thing that is remembered from this night is ME. Michael X is all that matters, I’m all that has ever mattered within the WCF ring.

But, I’m saying all this to a guy who couldn’t even get past Lady Antebellum. I’m saying this to a guy who has done nothing with his WCF career, besides holding stones that I need. You have done nothing, Sam, and I will not allow you to make a career out of defeating the greatest wrestler that the WORLD has ever seen. You will not get a fluke victory. You will not get a lucky win. You will not get to pull anything over anyone’s eyes. You will get what is coming, and it’s a brutal beating of epic proportions.

You will feel everything that I have.

It would be a shame if you were unable to feel the pain that is coming your way. It would be a shame if you were not able to suffer the way I want you to suffer. It would be a travesty if you were able to escape this match paralyzed.

I want you to feel every second of this, Sam. I want you to remember this pain for the rest of your miserable life. I want you to remember that you had the chance to back out of this match without looking like a bitch. You could have said you only wanted Corey Black and nobody else, but you didn’t. You could have said XIII doesn’t deserve you, but you didn’t. You accepted this match and with that you have accepted your fate.

Death at the hands of the DARKNESS.

Funeral procession to follow hosted by The Church of Singh. Your body will be on display for all those who oppose the CHURCH. Your body will be left to rot, as the Church goes on with bigger and more important things to take care of, like our TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS, our HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP, our TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP, and our soon to be World Championship that DUNE is keeping warm for us.

That’s the kind of competition that I deserve, Sam. Not you. You do not belong here, and I will show you that.

Soon to fill our lungs, the hot winds of death
The gods are laughing, so take your last breath

And that he was doing, Stephen Singh was laughing at the fact that Michael X went from one easy win to another easy win at XIII. He was laughing at the fact that Michael X, one of the WCF’s brightest stars was getting a week off while still stepping foot in that ring. He was laughing, knowing that Sam Shields was about to take his last breath in the middle of the Myth and he didn’t even know it.

Sam Shields thinks he has his whole life ahead of him, but he is gravely mistaken. He thinks that he has some much in store for him in the future, but his future is about to be cut short by one of the all time greatest WCF stars. His potential, or lack-there-of, was something that the Church could laugh at. Sam Shields was nothing but a drop in the bucket of talent in WCF, where the bucket was mostly full from the Church of Singh.

Sam Shields was going to learn this the hard way. He was going to learn that he did not deserve a minute of Michael’s attention, let alone an entire match. Corey Black was going to be the one to blame for this, he was going to be the one that had to deal with the backlash and the questions. It was Corey Black who made this match, it was Corey Black who put Sam Shields in this danger. It was Corey Black that ended the life of Sam Shields, he just used Michael X was a weapon to do so.

Bloodshed was going to fill the night at XIII and there was no doubt that this match was going to more than fill it’s quota at the event. There was no doubt that this match was going to see some eXcruciating violence that only the mind of Michael X could create. There would be Xs to be marked. There would be eXplosions. Sam would be eXtinguished and he would find out the eXit strategy. This match was going to be remembered for a long time as one of the most violent matches of not just Michael’s career, but the entire WCF history.

Michael was here to fight fire with fire.

Fight fire with fire, fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire, fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire, fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire, fight fire with fire!
Fight!