Post by Mikey eXtreme on Feb 2, 2019 6:50:54 GMT -5
THE BOOK OF EXTREME
Frustration
I
Frustration
I
Michael X: We lost,
The words tasted like vomit as they slipped out of Michael’s mouth. He was let down and frustrated by the utter failure of Jaice Wilds in their first match of the WCF Tag League Tournament.
Vidalia: You’re just going to have to work harder.
Michael shook his head.
Michael X: That’s the problem, Vi. I shouldn’t have to work harder to make up for the shortcomings of my partner. I shouldn’t have to do extra work because Jaice Wilds can’t get the job done, but yet, that’s just what I’ll have to do.
I’m not going to lose another match in this damn tournament and now I have to hope and pray that Roy Speede and John Rabid lose to one of the weaker teams. I have to hope and pray that we can recover from Jaice’s blunder.
Michael rolled his eyes. He was annoyed and angry. Annoyed that his partner in this match was Jaice Wilds. Annoyed that they were already down, and tied for last place with 0 points. Annoyed that he had to carry the dead weight of the XTREME AERIALIST. Annoyed was almost too nice of a word and that’s what filled Michael with anger. That’s what filled Michael with a rage so strong that he couldn’t see straight.
But, maybe that’s what they needed. Maybe they needed that anger. Maybe that would give them a slight edge moving forward. Because there was nobody as angry as Michael X in this tournament. There was nobody out there looking to prove himself like Michael X and it wasn’t going to be thrown away because of Jaice WIlds ate a silver bullet in the middle of that ring. Everything that Michael worked for wasn’t going to be wasted like this.
Michael X: This week, I’m stepping into that ring and I’m not leaving until my arm is raised in victory. I’m not allowing Jaice Wilds to run this for us, I’m going to have to carry him to the finish line, because I’m winning this tournament.
Vidalia tried to calm Michael down, she grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes. There was so much anger there that he could barely see anything. She squeezed his hand, but it didn’t help. This loss was too important, it was practically a tournament elimination. This loss was devastating.
Michael took a deep breath and grabbed the handle on his Samsonite luggage. Dragging it behind him, he looked at Vidalia who was picking grabbing her purse.
Michael X: Freakshow has the car ready, right? We have to head to South Carolina and I want to get there as soon as possible. I gotta get this loss off my mind.
Vidalia, trailing just behind Michael reaches for and grabs Michael’s hand to slow him down. They continue to walk together, hand in hand.
Vidalia: The moment the bell rang, he made his way to the parking lot. I’m sure he’ll be right through the door waiting for us.
That was just what Michael wanted to hear. He didn’t want to think about this match for one more moment. He didn’t want to hear Jaice’s name for the rest of the night. He didn’t want to think about this tournament. He didn’t want to think about professional wrestling. He wanted to clear his mind. He wanted to put all of this behind him.
Michael X: I need a drink.
Vidalia laughed.
Vidalia: What else is new?
A sly grin appeared on Michael’s face as Vidalia pulled out two small bottles of Jack Daniels from her purse.
Michael X: Ah, this is why I keep you around.
She gave him a dirty but playful look and his grin grew.
Michael X: You hungry?
She wasn’t until that very moment. They hadn’t eaten anything all day outside of some fruit and a slice of toast for breakfast. The Tag League was the only thing on their minds until this very moment and now that he had opened up the thought, she was starving. Her stomach instantly growled.
Vidalia: Starving.
Michael X: Let’s grab something to eat on the road.
She nodded her head as Michael pushed open the door to the parking lot, Freakshow had the car standing about 15 feet from the door. That was the closest he could get because of security measures that stopped cars from crashing into the building.
Vidalia: I don’t know if I can wait that long.
She joked, but it almost didn’t feel like a joke. Michael’s stomach began to rumble now, too. They were going to eat like kings despite the fact that Jaice Wilds had ruined everything. Despite the fact that they were entering the next round of the tournament with 0 points, sitting on the cusp of elimination. The ball wasn’t in their court at this point, but they still had a chance. They still had a slim shot at winning this block and facing off for a match of their choosing.
The more Michael thought about the situation, the more he needed a drink and these two small bottles weren’t going to hold him over long enough. The next stop would find them at some kind of bar. There would be food and there would be drink. Sorrows would be washed away, or at least buried for now. They would return, surely, but by that time Michael had hoped there would be some kind of plan to extend their time in this tournament.
II
Imagine having everything you’ve ever wanted or needed. Imagine, all the money and happiness in the world. Imagine getting to live out your childhood dreams of becoming a professional wrestler and reaching the top of the mountain. Imagine winning everything. Every championship that you could get your hand on. Every damn event that you can imagine.
Imagine having all of that taken away from you.
That’s where WCF’s Jayson Price finds himself. Everything that he has ever worked for has been wiped away. Every penny that he has ever earned, gone. Mama Mustache is sitting somewhere with a smile on her face, but Jayson Price is struggling to start over. Struggling to make ends meet and now he finds himself back inside the WCF ring for all the wrong reasons. He’s not in that ring because it’s what he loves to do, he’s in there because he needs to be in there. He needs to earn himself a paycheck. He needs to figure out how to sustain his lifestyle, and if the stories are true, he lives a thirsty lifestyle.
Michael X is in an entirely different world. He’s not searching for a paycheck. He has what he needs. He’s always had what he’s needed from the last will and testament of his late parents, and his inheritance from his step parents that included a real estate business and a chain of pharmacies that were sold off a long time ago for a large sum of cash. Ol’ X was not strapped for cash and as long as he was in that ring, his bank account was only just growing.
But, money was the furthest thing away in Michael’s mind. Money was not important, but it was something that Jayon Price lacked.
Michael X: Talent, too.
Michael answered his own thought of what else Jayson Price lacked. This sudden outburst caused Vidalia to jump, scared out of her mind for a brief second as she herself was deep in thought. After a deep breath, she addressed the Dark Prophet.
Vidalia: Jesus fucking Christ, Michael. What the fuck are you talking about?
Michael laughed. It wasn’t his intention to cause her to jump, but he found it hilarious. She didn’t seem to like the fact that he was laughing and mocked his laughter, which only made him laugh even harder. It was a vicious cycle that kept going as she grew more annoyed with each increase in volume. She rolled her eyes as he began to calm himself down.
Michael X: I was just saying, Jayson Price has no talent. That’s all.
Vidalia raised her eyebrow. There was nothing said before this, at least to her knowledge about Jayson Price and his lack of talent, they hadn’t even talked about the upcoming match. WCF was on the back burner of her mind since SLAM.
Vidalia: Oh, yeah. We already knew that, though. Remember the last time you were in the ring with him?
Michael smirked. Sure, that was all the way back in 2017 but Michael X was able to pin Jayson Price after hitting the X Marks the Spot on both Andre Holmes and Jayson Price and picking up the victory for X and Kyle Kemp.
But now? This is 2019 and Michael X finds himself in yet another tag team match against Jayson Price.
Michael X: This time will end just the same.
That night, he slept stress free. There was no dwindling thoughts of failure. The previous night was full of tossing and turning, over thinking, and anger. But, last night, was cool, calm, and collected. Michael X was on the path to victory. All that was standing in his way was Jayson Price and Vincent Augustine.
To be clear, there was nothing standing in his way.
Michael X: You always seem to find yourself in these big moments, Jayson. These big matches. These big opportunities.
And, I’ll give it to you, you have a strong track record of pulling out the big win. You’ve got a long and decorated career here in the DUB, but that means nothing to me. That means absolutely nothing.
Michael is practically screaming into the camera. The room is complete darkness. Nothing, besides the face of Michael X, can be made out.
Michael X: Here we are, in the middle of something big. The first ever WCF TAG LEAGUE, right? So naturally, the attention seeking Jayson Price has found himself trying to add that to his resume too.
There’s just one problem here, Jayson.
I won’t allow that to happen.
You see, you might be this quote unquote WCF legend but that’s like being the smartest kid in special ed. Your accomplishments mean nothing to me, you’ve barely done anything worthwhile since I’ve entered the company besides a lengthy piss-filled coma.
Tag Team Champions with Andre Holmes? I beat that team. I beat that team by myself carrying a useless Kyle Kemp.
The World Championship you won at Fifteen? Overshadowed by the first Final Destination match and the only championship that was being talked about, that anyone actually gave a damn about that night was MY United States Championship that I defended against Bernard Core in an All American Weapons match. How does that make you feel, Jayson?
Like the joke that you are?
Trust me, Slam is going to be painful for you. You might have left the building last week with two points and a smile on your face but this week is going to be entirely different. You think you mustache manor problems were bad? That’s nothing compared to the humiliation that I’m about to bring you on Slam. Hell, I might even let Ol’ Jaice Wilds secure the pinfall on your past your prime overrated pathetic ass.
How’s that feel?
The sounds of cars can be heard driving by in the distance and every so often the room gets lit up from the headlights of passing cars. It’s not known where exactly Michael X is filming this video for WCF.com, but one can only imagine inside the remains of an old abandoned building on the outskirts of town. That’s where Ol’ X felt most comfortable, and comfort was needed at this stage of the tournament. Michael was on the outside looking in, and the only chance he had at winning this thing, meant that he couldn’t lose another match. It meant that he couldn’t allow his team to be defeated. He had to take care of Jayson Price and he had to do it quickly.
Michael X: No matter who pins who in this match, Jayson. I’m bring you a war that you will not be able to win. I’m bringing you the fight of your life and just like the last time, I’m walking out of that ring and stepping over your lifeless body in the process. This might be a different team, but you’re the same old puddle of piss that you have always been.
This ain’t gonna be some walk in the park for you, Jayson. Your competition from last week? Well, I’d hardly call that competition, I mean, sure they were tag team champions, right? They held those belts like they meant something, right?
But they didn’t beat me. They didn’t beat THE CHURCH OF SINGH. So those belts didn’t belong to them. Those belts should still be around the waists of myself and Stephen Singh. Those belts should still be property of The Church because as long as I’m breathing, as long as Stephen Singh is our GOLDEN GOD, there was no tag team that had the ability to take those straps from our waists. We had to take them off ourselves with Ultimate Showdown. We had to do it because nobody else was EVER going to do so.
And this tournament?
This was WCF’s way of making sure that we were unable to perform together as a team because it wasn’t fair to the rest of the competition, but I’m telling you right now, Jayson. I don’t play fair. I don’t play by the rules, and I’m here to do whatever the fuck I want to do.
You’re just another victim in a long line of trash. When I’m done with you? When JAICE WILDS and I are done with you? Nobody will ever care again about The South Street Bitch again. Because they’ll see the manhandling that gets done. They’ll see Ol’ X mark you, they’ll watch those teeth fly through the air as this foot connects with your jaw. They’ll watch as you get pinned to that mat and they’ll remember why they gave up on you the last time. They’ll remember the time before that, that they gave up on you. They’ll remember EVERY time they gave up on you and hopefully this time they’ll give up on you for good.
Goodbye, Jayson. It was nice knowing you.
It wasn’t nice knowing him, but Michael was up for taking that free win. The scene faded to pure darkness just as it was when it started.
III
The Church of Singh was the hottest thing that the WCF had ever seen. Three people brought together by the guiding light of the GOLDEN GOD, Stephen Singh. Three people that combined to create one hell of a team. They dominated everything and took everything that they wanted to take. They held championships at every level. They were the talk of the WCF.
There was nothing that could stop them, besides weakness. Weakness had decided to creep up on them and they did what they had to do. They got rid of it. They excommunicated Leon Hayze. They gave him the beating of his life and now he has returned for his revenge.
But, who’s laughing now?
Michael X made sure that Leon was unable to win the television championship in his return to WCF action. It was Michael X who had the last laugh and there was nothing Leon could do about it. There was no way that he was going to get the best of Michael X. There was no way that was going to happen because Michael X was just simply better.
Time would come for Michael to ultimately deal with Leon, and it would be Leon’s biggest regret. He will never be able to forget the Church of Singh, and not for the destruction that they will be bringing him in the future but because he still wishes to be apart of the greatest team in the history of WCF. Instead, he is just a footnote. Just a forgotten member, a relic of the past that never truly mattered to begin with.
Michael X cost Leon his shot at a return to glory but that wasn’t the end of this. That wasn’t enough revenge for Leon attacking Michael while his back was turned. While he was trying to figure out why the druids were surrounding the ring.
IV
What’s worse than having Jayson Price on your team? Having Vincent Augustine on your team. Well, that's debatable. Both of them were pretty bad. But, they had two points. So, they were lucky. But, that luck was about to run out because they were stepping into that ring with Michael X, and Ol’ X wasn’t going to let them get away with two more points.
Michael X: Vinny, remember me?
A small grin appeared on Michael’s face. Of course Vincent Augustine remembered him, it had only been a little over a week since Michael had marked that X across the face of Vincent and followed up with a monsterous eXit strategy.
And it would only be a few more days until Michael X did it again.
Michael X: I hope you’ve had enough time to mentally heal from our battle, because I’m ready to bring it right back to you. I’m ready to take you back to that place that you never wanted to go to in the first place. I’m here to bring you back to your nightmares. Bring you back to one of the worst moments of your entire career.
Vincent Augustine in the middle of that ring with Michael X.. that’s music to my ears.
Michael laughed. He has only stepped foot in that ring with Augustine twice, but both times resulted in victory. The first time they met in that ring, Michael X walked out with the Hardcore Championship. He walked out with a championship that he had been chasing since day one. HE walked out the better man.
In their last meeting, Michael X took Vincent Augustine out with a powerful finish to the match in his first singles match since WCF Revenge. Everything was looking up, and battling Vincent Augustine has always seemed to work out well for the Dark Prophet.
And now? Round three? This was their first time stepping into the ring in the tag format, but Michael was confident that his team would emerge victorious. Not because he had faith in his tag partner, Jaice Wilds, but because he had faith in himself. He had the DARKNESS running through him, and he would challenge that when he needed it. He would use those DARK powers to make sure that he walked out of that ring with two points.
Michael X: There are some people that think the more that you do something, the better you get at it. The harder that you work at improving, the easier it becomes. Those people have never met me, Vincent. Those people have no idea what you’re getting into. The more that you step into that ring with me? The harder everything gets for you. The harder it becomes to roll out of bed in the morning. The harder it becomes to live. The harder it becomes for you to accept match after match.
But, that’s what you’ve signed up for, right? Your death.
A sly grin takes over Michael’s face. He reaches for the handle of Jack from the floor by his feet and takes a swig. Michael didn’t live the healthiest lifestyle, his liver was overworked and underpaid, but it was getting the job done. He did work out though, something that he hoped would balance out the bad. He put the bottle back down, a slight buzz was coming over him as he continued to speak.
Michael X: And, who is Vincent Augustine?
Michael paused for a moment, thinking of what the answer could possibly be.
Michael X: A complete joke. Vincent Augustine is the kind of guy who could put his nose down and do whatever he wanted to but he doesn’t have that focus. He doesn’t have that drive that’s needed to get him to the next level. He doesn’t have what it takes to climb that ladder and reach the next level of his career.
He doesn’t have what I have. He doesn’t have that second and third gear. He doesn’t have that ability to turn it up a notch when it’s needed. He just sits back and waits, sitting in his comfort zone and hopes and prays that thing go his way. Hopes and prays for things like the Alpha Championship. Hopes and prays for things like the WCF Tag League with the hope that he gets matched with a top talent that can carry him to the finish line.
But the jokes on you, Vinny. Because not only did you get matched up with a joke of a partner, but now you have to step into MY ring inside MY kingdom, and try to stand toe to toe with the greatest competitor in the history of professional wrestling.
How do you get past this obstacle, Vinny? What do you do when Ol’ X is standing right in front of you in the middle of that ring, with a smile on his face, and you’re in a must win situation?
Another smile comes across Michael’s face.
Michael X: Absolutely nothing. You’ll do fucking nothing. Why? Because you can’t do anything against me. You can barely do anything against anyone on the roster. You’ll step in there, and you’ll try, right? You’ll step up to Jaice Wilds and you’ll bring him the best that your game can be. You’ll bring him a strong fight, and you know you might make some progress there. But then?
Bam. Jaice tags the Dark Prophet into that match and what does Vinny do?
He fucking crumbles at the impact when he gets marked by X. He fucking hits that mat harder than a Mike Tyson uppercut. He falls and he doesn’t get up, leaving Jayson Price to fight for them both.
There’s no if ands or buts about it.
There is nothing that Vinny is going to bring to this table that I haven’t already seen. He isn’t going to magically find that second gear. He isn’t going to just figure out how to beat me, because as I have proven, he just can’t.
We can have 50 more matches, 50 matches in a row and I’ll go 50-0.
I’m just that much better than him. I’m just that much better than everyone else on the roster. No matter what they do, no matter how hard they try, Michael X is the fucking KING.
Michael laughs like a 1980s wrestling villain at his own comment. Not because he finds it funny, because it’s the truth. No, he laughs because there is nothing that can be done about it. There is nobody that can challenge him and prove otherwise. He might lose from time to time, he might get knocked down, but he always gets back up. Unlike, Vincent, Michael gets up and he gets better. He learns from his mistakes and he uses that to his advantage. He steps his game up, elevates himself to a place that others just can’t get to. Others like Vincent Augustine, who are stuck to rot in this world of wrestlers who just don’t have it.
Michael X: I’m a former World Champion. I am the Greatest United States Champion of all time. I was the Hardcore Champion of the year last year. I was the Tag Team Champion of the Year last year. I won the MATCH OF THE YEAR, last year.
What have you done, Vinny? Won a belt that I wasn’t allowed to compete for? Won a belt that anyone that mattered was barred from competing for?
You’ve done nothing because that’s what you are. Absolutely fucking nothing, and that’s what you’ll always be as long as you’re stepping into that ring with me.
Michael smirks for a final time as the scene begins to fade to black.
There was nothing that Jayson Price or Vincent Augustine could bring to this match that Michael X wasn’t going to be ready for. He would defeat them single handedly by himself 10 times out of 10. HE would dominate them with ease and show the world why he is the fucking KING of DARKNESS.
But, he had Jaice Wilds at his side. The Xtreme Aerialist who cost them their first match against Roy Speede and John Rabid. Would he be responsible for another loss and an exit from the tournament? Michael could only hope that he would learn from last week, that he would use that loss to catapult himself to the top, try to learn something from Michael X about what it takes to compete at a high level.
Would they be able to work together as a team? Michael was furious that Jaice cost them that match. He took no blame at all and pushed it all on his tag team partner. One single thought filled Michael’s mind on repeat: If it wasn’t for him, I would have two points. Michael had to put this behind him. HE had to take a deep breath and come back stronger, because this was a tag team tournament and even though his tag team partner was taken away and put in another block, he had to compete with a partner.
Jaice Wilds would be enough, Michael just had to work a little harder. He had to have a bit more patience with Jaice, because it wasn’t his fault. Outside of the #GOLDENGOD, there was nobody that was going to mesh well with Michael X. There was nobody that was going to instantly click with the Dark Prophet, and that was frustrating.
But with a week behind them, albeit a failed week, they were stronger. They had time to build a bit of chemistry. They had the time to learn about each other in that ring. They had what it took to defeat Vincent Augustine, they just had to pull together and work like a real tag team.
But, could they?
