THE BOOK OF EXTREME: Omega

[Mikey eXtreme]

_{THE BOOK OF EXTREME}
^Omega

I

There was absolutely no way possible for Michael X to win the first ever WCF Tag League. His team had compiled 0 points in the tournament. Why? Jaice Wilds. There was nothing that Michael could do in order to help their team, even though he put his all into it.

So, where to now? Where does the Dark Prophet go from here? This was his sure fire way to fast track himself to the top. This was his way to reach the top of the world once again. Now, he would find himself at the bottom, he would have to claw his way back to where he belonged and that meant that nobody was safe in the WCF Galaxy.

Everyone was a target. Everyone was fair game for Michael X because everyone was standing in his way. Michael would not be satisfied until everyone was talking about him, until everyone was praising the abilities of the most dangerous wrestler the WCF has ever seen.

Losing a tournament like this was not the way to go. Losing a tournament because your tag team partner was incapable of talent still made Michael look bad. He should have carried Jaice better than he had. He never should have let him enter the match. Michael could have taken on both Price and Augustine by himself, instead, he allowed the pathetic Jaice WIlds into the match. He allowed them to lose. He was the one to blame and he accepted all fault in the matter.

So what was next? Challenge Jaice Wilds? The man utterly responsible for their elimination from the tournament? Was that really a challenge? Was that something that was going to make Michael look better? Or was it embarrassing to slap Jaice around that ring like a little kid misbehaving at a grocery store? Michael could beat Jaice Wilds even if you used his legs to tie his arms behind his back. The same way he almost beat Kaz Mazy with one arm tied behind his back had it not been for Danny Anderson ruining Michael’s first United States Championship run.

Fight Jaice WIlds and look like a bitch for doing so?

No. Jaice Wilds didn’t deserve to share a ring with Michael X and he sure as hell didn’t deserve to step into a ring to challenge the Dark Prophet. He didn’t deserve anything. He was a joke. He dropped the ball when all he had to do was show up, and he could barely do that.

There had to be another path that Michael could take, right? One involving his former Church brethren, Leon Hayze? That appeared to have been a ship that had already sailed. Because, like Jaice Wilds, what does Michael get out of this match? He already slapped Leon around that ring a few months ago to put him on the shelf and in his return, well, has anyone honestly cared about Leon Hayze? Ol’ X only gave him a little moment to check on his in ring ability, only to watch Leon take an L at the hands of Teo Blaze.

He then went on to lose to Odin Balfore, to bring his return to back to back losses. Where was the excitement in that? Where was there any hype for a match with someone as deadly as Michael X? Jaice Wilds didn’t deserve to be in that ring with Michael X and either did Leon Hayze.

Were these his only options or were there others out there? Michael didn’t want to take an easy way out, but he would slap the shit out of both of them at the same time if he had to. His eyes were shifting elsewhere, though. He has his eyes on gold and these days, gold was hard to come by in the WCF. Any minute Corey Black might swoop in and take another championship belt and throw it in the garbage. That seemed to be his favorite thing to do, but was it good for business? Michael X was good for business.

So, what was next?

Michael honestly didn’t know. He didn’t have any plans, he came back to the WCF to rise back to the top and now was his time to start that rise. Now was the time to return to where so few have ever been before.

He had a few names on his mind, a few people that were owed their revenge. He had a few people that he wouldn’t mind stepping into that ring with, but at the end of the day, it didn’t matter. He was going to step into that ring with anyone. HE was going to step into that ring and dominate anyone that was thrown to him.

He still wanted to win the Television Championship, the only active championship that he has never held. The holder of the Television Championship was one of his biggest rivals, a man that he has traded wins with on the biggest stages. A man, that in Michael’s eyes didn’t deserve his championship either, named Teddy Blaze. Jaice Wilds didn’t belong, Leon Hayze didn’t belong, and Teddy Blaze didn’t belong, either.

There was also Odin Balfore, the #FALSEGOD, who put Michael on the shelf after ending his world title run. The same Odin Balfore who had been a thorn in the side of the CHURCH for the better part of a year. No matter where they turned, Odin Balfore was there sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. Odin Balfore would get what was owed to him, but he wasn’t next. He wasn’t doing anything special enough to grab Michael’s attention.

There was also Jay Omega..

Which brought us to SLAM.

II

You remember Jay Omega, right? Michael X sure does. Jay Omega has had a semi-productive career inside the WCF, nothing to rival the storied career of the greatest competitor to ever step foot inside the company, Michael X, but he has won himself a few matches.

But, there is one moment in the career of Jay Omega, one moment that Michael can never forget. One moment that..

July 25, 2015.

It has been over three years, and yet Michael X still thinks about it to this very day. All these years later and Michael X will be able to get revenge on Jay Omega. The same Jay Omega that eliminated him from his first Ultimate Showdown. A showdown that Michael and Omega had to earn their way into in a match with each other.

A no disqualification match that was never going to end. A no disqualification match that saw two equally matched opponents trying to outsmart one another. It was the match of the week that week for a reason, and Ol’ X was ready to step back into that ring and show the world that he would have earned his way into that match without Seth Lerch granting both men entrance.

But, it was Jay Omega that secured the pinfall inside Ultimate Showdown after Michael X was damn near decapitated by a trip of superkicks from Jay Omega, Scarecrow, and Alex Richards. But, it was Jay Omega who put the final nail in Michael’s coffin that night. It was Jay Omega who ended Michael’s quest for gold that night.

It was Jay Omega who was going to pay for that mistake.

michael x: They say time heals all wounds.

Michael X lets out a annoyed sigh. He looks ticked off and angry at the world. He takes a deep breath and continues talking.

michael x: Time has never been so kind, though, James. Time has only added to the pain. Time has only made things worse for you, because though you got the last laugh, I’ve been waiting for this day for quite a long time now. I’ve been waiting for this moment for years, and it’s finally arrived.

You probably don’t even remember it, James. You probably brushed it right under the rug that night, as you walked out of there holding your tag team championship. But, I left with nothing. I left with humiliation and defeat. I left that ring heart broken.

You’re the reason, James.

You ended my night that night. You ended everything that I had going. You took my pride away, you left with a championship that you never should have had. You didn’t beat me to earn that match, James. Seth Lerch should have let us fought to the death, because, I promise you, had that happened. You would have never made it into that match. You would have never been able to beat me, but you capitalized in that match and took advantage of the numbers game.

Three on one, I was done in by three people. You were lucky to get the pinfall, but I have never forgotten that moment. I have never forgotten the pain that swelled through my chest that night as everything was pulled away from me,

That was MY chance to become World Champion That was my chance to grab a WCF championship and show the world that I am the greatest competitor that the WCF has ever seen, but they witnessed you picking up a pinfall elimination instead. They witnessed you getting lucky, James. Because we both know that deep down inside, you didn’t deserve that elimination.

But you eliminated me, James. You can look back fondly and tell the world that you pinned me to that mat. You can tell the world that you were able to defeat the greatest of all greats. You were able to steal away a pinfall.

I’ve bounced back, though. I’ve had a strong career since that day. I went on to have one of the greatest United States Championship runs. I went on to become the first ever OMEGA champion, James. That’s right, I am the OMEGA here, James. I was never beaten for that belt, so as far as I’m concerned, I am Omega.

I went on to win the tag team championships with the Church of Singh.

I went on to win that Hardcore Championship that we all know you have a sweet spot for. That belt that you wear around your waist, James. That belt still belongs to me. Nobody took that belt from me. NOBODY earned that championship, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to allow you to parade around here like you matter, like you deserve to hold that belt.

Michael smirks,

michael x: I was the Hardcore Champion of the Year last year, James. Where were you? Galavanting around the galaxy looking for some easy work to get done? Looking for somewhere where you could shine?

But there ain’t no shine like the shine you’re going to get here, James You know that, and you’ve come crawling back. Crawling back and now you’re slowly climbing those steps ahead of you, and now you’re the Hardcore Champion.

Michael begins a slow clap, all the while the smirk on his face grows.

michael x: I applaud you, James. You wanted that shine and you got that shine. But the only shine left, is the shine I’m gonna have to get Billy Batts to put on these boots after I kick the shit out of you from pillar to post. Because your shine ends here, boy. Ol’ X is about to bring a bat up to those rafters, and take out any spotlight that is aimed at you.

Jay Omega, the fucking space cowboy, a man that lives a life of fantasy. A man, and nothing more than that. There’s nothing special about you, James. Not a single goddamn thing. Come Slam, the world will see that.

Michael laughs as he runs his hands through his beard, pulling and tugging at it like a madman as the scene fades. Michael’s laughter fills the viewer’s ears.

III

Vidalia sat in the passenger seat of a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro SS 396 while Michael X was driving pedal to the metal. They were having a world of fun, and she was screaming and giggling as they tore around turns, burning rubber all around town.

vidalia: You better calm down before we get arrested.

Michael laughed,

michael x: Arrested?! What for? Having fun?

Michael played dumb, he was just teasing Vidalia and she was going to play back.

vidalia: Oh, I don’t know, maybe aggressive driving?

michael x: Is that even a thing? I mean, I’m not aggressive right now, I’ve got a smile on my face, and I hear you laughing your ass off over there.

Vidalia, who like Michael, has been heavily drinking, pulls herself up and turns her body.

vidalia: Still looks like it’s there to me?

Michael smiles, and smacks Vidalia’s ass.

michael x: You better calm yourself down over there, we’re in a moving car, you ain’t supposed to be distracting the driver, miss.

vidalia: Oh, is that right?

Vidalia smiles, and as they hit a bump she falls back into her seat. She stares at Michael with lust in her eyes and filth in her mind.

vidalia: Because, I could think of a lot of other things to distract you.

Vidalia slides her hand up Michael’s thigh.

michael x: Babe, not in front of the company.

Vidalia laughs as she pulls her hand back.

vidalia: Oh, yeah. We’re definitely getting arrested.

michael x: Nah, I don’t think Chris is going to press charges on us. I’m just BORROWING the car.

vidalia: Chris? Is that his name?

Michael slams on the breaks and brings the car to a screeching halt. He turns his head and begins to scream,

michael x: HEY! YOUR NAME IS CHRIS, RIGHT?

There’s no answer. Michael looks at Vidalia and then back behind him again before letting out a groan.

michael x: Guess I’ll have to ask him.

Michael opens the driver’s side door, walks to the back of the car and pops the trunk. Inside the trunk is a bloody beaten man wearing a collared blue shirt with a pair of blue jeans. He has a gag in his mouth and is visibly shaken up from bouncing around inside the trunk during Michael’s high speed joy ride.

michael x: Your name Chris?

The man shakes his head.

michael x: Well, FUCK! I was told that I was going to be able to borrow Chris’ car for some fun, and if you ain’t Chris, then I think there has been some kind of mistake.

Michael grins at the man as he cowers in fear inside the trunk. He doesn’t know when Michael might strike again and he doesn’t want to feel that again. He is breathing deeply and heavy.

michael x: Well if you ain’t Chris, who the fuck are you?

Michael goes to reach for the gag inside the man’s mouth when he suddenly stops.

michael x: You ain’t gonna scream when I take this gag off you right? I’m gonna hear plenty of screams Sunday night when I step inside that ring with Jay Omega, and I don’t want to get a headache early. So, when I take this gag out.. You better be quiet, alright?

Michael looks at the man with a smile on his face. The man doesn’t make a sound but he tells Michael with his eyes that he will cooperate. He’s scared out of his mind that Michael is going to kill him and will do anything that he has to do in order to keep him calm.

Michael pulls the gag out of his mouth and he stares at him waiting for him to spit out his name.

Man: It’s Rick, but everyone calls me Dick

michael x: Well, is that so, Dick? Well, I’d like to apologize, ya see, I thought you were Chris and I had permission to use Chris’ car. So, this, this right here? This is all just a big ol’ misunderstanding.

The smirk never leaves Michael’s face. He didn’t know any Chris that owned a car as beautiful as this one, and he surely didn’t have permission to take it out on a test drive. Rick looked at him puzzled, even if he had a friend named Chris, why would he had beat the shit out of him, tied him up, gagged him, and thrown him in the trunk?

michael x: Now, I know what your thinking here, Rick. And yes, I will give you an autograph, but only if you’re a good boy.

Vidalia comes walking up the passenger side of the vehicle and looks inside the trunk at Rick.

vidalia: Damn, you really did a number on this guy. We’re getting arrested, FUCK!

michael x: Now, now, Vidalia. Let’s not talk crazy here, I was just having a nice chat with Rick.

vidalia: Rick? I thought you said his name was Chris?

michael x: It’s the wrong guy, Vi! This is a very easy mistake! You see, RIck and I were just discussing that very thing. We’ve come to the agreement that we don’t have to call the police, we can settle this right here, like men.

vidalia: You’re going to kill him?

Rick’s eyes grow to the size of tennis balls.

michael x: Kill? Ricky?! No, the only killing getting done this week will be Jay Omega. Rick is gonna be alright, he’s gonna walk away from this with a nice autograph and he ain’t gonna tell a single soul about the fun we had today, ain’t that right, Rick?

The man aggressively shakes his head, yes. He has never been this scared in his entire life and he will do whatever it takes to get out of this alive. He just wants to go home and kiss his wife, Janet, and hug his three daughters, Emily, Catherine, and Maegan. They were all out grocery shopping and gearing up for a big dinner that night to celebrate Rick’s new business venture when Michael X stumbled upon him working on his beloved Camaro, which he calls Stephanie. Stephanie was the name of his first girl he ever kissed, a girl that he had known in grade school. Things were never going to work out between them, but she was the first love of his life, even if just for a day.

michael x: That’s what I like to see, Ricky. Now, you must be thirsty, am I right?

He nods his head again. Michael pulls a flask of whiskey out of his pocket. He unties the man’s binds and hands him the flask.

michael x: This is some strong stuff, now, you be careful not to drink that all, alright? I still need a little bit and Vi, well, she needs her fill too.

They both laugh

michael x: Now, I’m gonna drop you off at your house, alright?

The man gasps. Janet is going to have a heart attack when they arrive at the house. How is he going to convince her that his cuts and bruises are nothing to worry about? He takes a swig from the flask before Michael snatches it from his hands and splashes him with whiskey.

michael x: You fucking drunk piece of shit.

Michael smiles. Rick was drunk, he was out driving, and, and what?

Michael takes a tire iron out of the trunk and begins to smash in the front of the car. He destroy the driver’s side headlight, and begins to hammer into the hood of the camaro.

michael x: YOU THINK IT’S A GOOD IDEA TO DRINK AND DRIVE?

Michael keeps smashing the front of the car. Every time he connects metal on metal, Rick winces in pain. He has put everything into restoring this car.

michael x: ITS A GOOD THING I CAME AROUND WHEN I DID, HUH? YOU COULD HAVE REALLY HURT YOURSELF!

Michael X was fucking insane. He was going to drag this man back to his family and tell them he was driving around and Rick, who had been drinking, you can smell it on him, right? Rick was drunk behind the wheel and he fucked up. He fucked up BAD! But, Ol’ X wasn't going to press charges on the man, no. They could put this all behind them. Ol’ X just needed a place to stay for the rest of the week. Rick was too scared to say a word against it, he didn’t know what Michael was capable of and he didn’t want to find out.

IV

michael x: You know, James, there was that War match in 2017. We traded some blows in that ring that night, and you know that it was a lot different than the last time we were in an actual match. You could see, hell you could feel, that I had improved tenfold since then.

And I’ve only improved since then, too.

Lucky for you, Gonzo eliminated you that night. He stole an elimination that I was seeking that whole night. I wanted to be the one that ended your WAR participation that night, but I ended Gonzo’s career instead.

You got away safely, that night. You got to roll out of that ring and head to the back, safely away from the grasp of the Dark Prophet.

But here I am, James. Ol’ X, the most dangerous human being on the planet, and there you are, one foot in the grave. One foot inside that ring, but you know what’s coming. You can see the writing on the walls.. Scratched deeply into the wall.. You can see it, James.

And there is nothing you can do to escape this. You’re too proud to run, you’re too stupid to duck out of there early, so you’ll show up. You’ll enter that match, you’ll look me dead in the eyes, and you’ll piss your pants in fear.

Michael X has already won this match, James. My hand has already been raised in victory because no matter what you do, it will never be enough. No matter what you do, there is nothing that you can think of that will take me off my game and when I’m on my game there is nobody better than me in the world. There is nobody that can beat me, there is nobody that can humilate me, and let me tell you this, James.

I’m on my fucking game.

Jaice Wilds cost me two matches There is no Jaice Wilds this week. There is only X, and Ol’ X is about to bring it to ya, James. He’s about to slaughter you in the middle of that ring for the entire world.. Hell, the entire GALAXY to witness.

A sick and sadistic smile comes across Michael’s face. He’s missing a few teeth from some vicious battles inside the ring and it makes him look more sadistic.

michael x: I’m gonna have fun with you, James. Everyone is going to hear your screams, they’re going to see me make you beg for mercy. They’re going to watch it because people like watching car accidents. Nobody knows why, but people love that shit. But, this? This will be different. This will be like watching a murder take place, and it’ll make them sick to their stomachs, but I promise you they won’t stop watching.

You’ll look out at them, their jaws dropped to the floor, and your eyes will beg them to make it stop. It will beg them to get you help, but they won’t do anything because they will be stuck in the shock. They will be stuck in fear, scared to do anything beside throw up, because, what if the crazy man comes after them next?

Michael laughs.

michael x: But, I’m not crazy, James. I just go out there and do what has to be done. No matter what the circumstances are, I do what I feel has to be done. Jay Omega needs to be done with, Jay Omega needs to be taken care of. JAY OMEGA NEEDS TO BE MADE AN EXAMPLE OF.

Michael takes a deep breath, exhales, and calms down.

michael x: You’re the hardcore champion, James. But, you let a young WOLF take you out and ruin your moment. You let someone who doesn’t belong anywhere near MY Hardcore Championship touch that belt, and you think you stand a chance in that ring against me? This is 2019, James. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into..

And once Slam is over, you’ll wish that you never stepped inside my ring.