Post by Mikey eXtreme on Feb 20, 2019 7:57:34 GMT -5
THE BOOK OF EXTREME
Hardcore ‘til Death
Part II
Heads Will Roll
I
Hardcore ‘til Death
Part II
Heads Will Roll
I
What makes Michael X the most hardcore wrestler to ever step foot inside a WCF ring? Sure many have made the claim, many have thought themselves to be the definition of hardcore. Even Jay Omega thinks himself to be something of a master of hardcore, but nobody compares to the King of eXtreme. Nobody compares to Michael X because nobody is as hardcore as Ol’ X.
Michael is leaps and bounds ahead of everyone else because he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care what happens to himself once that bell rings. Everything is fair game and he is willing to do whatever it takes to win or to make sure his opponent cannot continue. He has taken place in some of the deadliest matches the WCF has ever seen. He has done things in that ring that others would never dream of.
Michael X is not a normal wrestler, he is a psychopath trapped inside of a professional wrestler. He has done things to wrestlers in that ring that you would never see anyone else do. He has used any and all weapons that he can get his hands on, which you might think is normal in these kinds of matches, but it’s the type of weapons that X uses sometimes that raises eyebrows.
This is a man that used a machete the last time he competed at XIII. This is the same man that attempted to drown a man with a chain and a stone when he briefly competed in UCI. This is a man that will do whatever he thinks he needs to do in order to win a match. There is nothing stopping him, nothing holding him back.
This is a man that violently ended the WCF career of Chelsea Armstrong. This is a man that stabbed Bernard Core with the remains of a broken kendo stick. This is a man that took Corey Black to the limits in the first ever WCF King of Death Match tournament, and had it not been for a lucky EXPLOSION of the ring, Michael may have pulled through on that one too.
Last week, Ol’ X had to do what he had to do. He climbed that stage, leaped through the air throwing caution to the wind in order to maximize the damage that he was bringing to James Wolf, and it worked out. Michael didn’t weigh the options, he didn’t think about James Wolf rolling out of the way, or misjudging the leap, he only thought about the amount of damage that he could bring with that eXit Strategy.
And it paid off, it brought Michael to a rematch with Jay Omega. It brought Michael back to a HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP match. It brought Michael right where he wanted to be, and that was something that Jay Omega should fear. That was something that Jay Omega had to watch out for because Michael wasn’t going to hold anything back. He wasn’t going to go toe to toe with Omega and see who the better wrestler was, no. He was going to step into that ring and bring a war to Omega the likes that he has never seen before.
These two have stepped in the ring before. They’ve fought against each other and they have fought next to each other. They know how the other thinks. They know the lengths that it takes to go the distance with each other. Their first meeting was a draw. Omega got the best of Michael inside Ultimate Showdown. Just two weeks ago, Ol’ X bested Omega. One win, one loss, one draw, and one tag team match that went their way.
These two aren’t strangers, but there is still a lot to learn about each other. There is still so much more that they don’t know about each other’s game. This match coming up could be the deciding factor in war that started in 2015. Almost four long years, and Ol’ X has never forgotten that Ultimate Showdown elimination. An elimination that may have fueled the fire that burns inside him. An elimination that Jay Omega will have to pay for again and again because Michael X has to deal with it every single moment of his life. He has to remember that it was Jay Omega that ended his quest for greatness. That it was Jay Omega that took everything away from him that July.
Michael X was coming for Jay Omega and there was nothing that could save him. There was nothing that he could do to stop the onslaught that was Michael X. There was nothing that he could do to save himself because Ol’ X was on a mission and he wasn’t going to fail this. He wasn’t going to allow Jay Omega to humiliate him in the middle of that ring in front of the entire world. He wasn’t going to allow Jay Omega to be more HARDCORE than the King of eXtreme. He wasn’t going to allow Jay Omega to get the best of him.
He was going to send Jay Omega to the back in a body bag. He was going to send him to the morgue. To his grave. To the end of his life.
This was Michael’s time, not Jay Omega’s.
II
Another day, another town. Freakshow pulled the van into Maison Saint Charles Hotel and they all stepped out and stretched their legs.
Vidalia: I’ll go get us checked in.
They had a reservation, Vidalia had been making sure to book their hotels fairly often, otherwise, they would find themselves in dirty roach motels, or spending the night in other people’s vacation homes. Though she didn’t mind it, and sometimes even enjoyed those nights, she liked to feel comfortable. She liked to be able to sit back at night and soak in a nice hot bath. She liked fresh covers and a heating and air system that worked. She liked that she didn’t have to clean up after herself.
They had two rooms, side by side, connected so they could use both rooms if they wanted. Though, they rarely ever used the adorning door. They would check in, and they were keep separation for most of the night. During the day, they would often go out around town, out around wherever they were staying and scope out the fun. Freakshow would often disappear for a day or two, and this was never questioned. He was a man who when left by his own devices, did whatever he felt like doing for fun. Sometimes that fun was a little messy, and Michael did not partake in that anymore.
They made their way to their rooms, Michael pulling their Samsonite suitcase behind them. Freakshow held his duffel bag by the straps and entered his room first. Michael and Vidalia had the further room, and as they got to the door, Michael pressed Vidalia against the wall. He looked deep in her eyes as she looked deep into his. Her heart began to beat harder as he pressed himself against her. He leaned in, kissed her passionately, and pulled away as she fumbled for their room key. She spun around, sliding the key into the card reader as Michael grabbed her ass. She pushed the door open as the scene faded.
III
Later on that night, Michael and Vidalia were sitting in bed flipping through channels on the television screen when they came across an ad for WCF’s ‘Til Death Do Us Part LIVE on Pay Per View! Highlighted by the World Championship match between Bonnie Blue and Noble Savage, the Tag League Finals took up a large portion of the commercial too. Barely a mention, Jay Omega and Michael X for the Hardcore Championship as the voice over ran down the rest of the card.
Michael let out an exasperated breath.
Michael X: Look at this bullshit. They have the fucking GREATEST Competitor to ever step foot inside of a wrestling ring, and they fucking using that time to hype up the fucking tag league finals.
Michael shook his head in anger and disgust. He could have been in the tag league finals, but the WCF had partnered him with a lousy bum of a partner. They gave him Jaice Wilds who couldn’t have been any worse. Sure, Jay Omega lost his partner and was taken out of the tournament, but as a consolation prize he was given a shot at Michael’s Hardcore Championship, which he took. Only to keep it warm until the real champion wants it back, and Michael wanted it back. He needed it back. He was going to have it. Take it by any means necessary.
Vidalia: You’ll show them, you always show them. They always put you in the background and you step out there and shine like nobody else can. You put on the best matches each and every week.
Michael X: This will be no different. This will be the return of the Michael X that did whatever he wanted to do before I got hurt. This is where I come back and take everything back. This is where I come and destroy Jay Omega in front of everyone. This is where I show the world that I’m not playing around. I’m coming for everyone and everything and James just happens to be first on the list.
He laughs.
Michael X: A very long list.
They continue to channel surf, stopping briefly on an episode of Home Improvement where Tim “The Toolman” Taylor is being given an award for safety. Michael laughs. They eventually turn the television off and Vidalia picks up her phone and begins to check Instagram. Michael gets out of bed, opens the fridge, and pulls out a can of Modelo.
Michael X: Anything, Vi?
She shakes her head, no. Michael cracks open the can and takes a swig. He puts the beer down on a counter by the fridge, grabs the iPad that is sitting there and scrolls through music, finally settling on Tool and pressing play. The album 10,000 days, begins to play. Michael grabs the beer and makes his way back towards Vidalia and sits on the bed next to her.
Michael X: Can you feel that?
She looks at him, slightly raising an eyebrow.
Vidalia: Feel what?
Michael smiles, he takes another swig.
Michael X: You don’t feel that feeling building up inside of you? You don’t feel that Hardcore Championship calling? I can feel it from inside, Vi. I can feel it deep down inside, begging for me to return to it. Calling out to me, to it’s true master. To the only one that makes that championship matter.
James hasn’t had enough time to get comfortable with my belt and that’s good. He’s already tasted defeat from a far superior animal. He knows that deep down inside, that Ol’ X is ready to strike, that I’m just moments away from taking that championship away from him.
He’s not dumb, Vi. I know he can feel it, and he will deny it. But he feels that belt calling out to me, he feels it rejecting him each and every moment that he holds it because it’s not meant for him. That belt was made for me and I’m the only one that can give it what it needs. I’m the only one in the WCF violent enough to give it the bloodshed that it deserves, to bring it the carnage that it craves. That I crave.
We are one, Vidalia. That championship and I. We are fucking one. James is an outsider, he is somewhere where he doesn’t belong. He has wandered into my house and he is not wanted there, he is not needed. He is rummaging through my belongings, and I’m right around the corner with a bat in my hands. Waiting for him to slip up, waiting for him to turn around so that I can drive that bat across his face.
Michael smirks.
Michael X: He has built himself up as the KING of PAIN but that’s the only thing that he’s going to be feeling this Sunday. He’ll be swimming in pain, he’ll be drowning in his own blood and I’ll make sure to hold his head under. I’ll make sure that he can’t escape, that he never catches his breath, because I’m here to take back over. I’m here to become the greatest hardcore champion that has ever lived. I’m here to carry that belt back to the top. I’m here to make a statement. I’m here to decapitate Jay Omega in the middle of that ring.
Vidalia’s smile grows with every word that exits Michael’s mouth. She loves to hear him talk like this, she loves the confidence that he exerts. She loves his fearlessness, and she knows that he’s going out there to stick to his word. He’s not going to go out there and half-ass anything. Michael is balls to the wall, hardcore to the bone, and he’s stepping into that ring to make sure that Jay Omega does not step out of it.
Michael X: There will be nothing left, Vi. I’m not letting this get away from me so I’m going in there to obliterate him in the middle of the ring. This will be the last we ever hear of Jay Omega in a WCF ring because he won’t be able to compete once I’m done with him. He won’t be able to fucking walk. He can just roll up into his spaceship and float around the galaxy. Float through time and drift away where nobody cares about him.
But the sad fact is, nobody cares about him right now. There might have been a little excitement when he won the hardcore championship, but once my name got attached to his in a wrestling match, the entire world wanted to see me return to this Hardcore world, and Omega is so stupid that he gave them that. He showed the people that I could still be that hardcore maniac and it backfired, it backfired big time. I stepped into that ring and I slapped Omega around. I stepped into that ring and I showed the world that I am better than Omega, especially at that hardcore shit.
I stepped in there and dominated just like everyone knew I could.
And now? Who cares about Omega. He couldn’t beat me last time and he sure as hell isn’t going to beat me this time. Everyone knows it. Everyone can see what is coming. Everyone with two eyes and a fucking brain at least.
Michael pauses,
Michael X: You know, I’m not quite sure James’ brain is working that well, though. I mean, this is a gut that willingly put me in this spot. That willingly wanted to step into MY domain.. With me of all people. It’s one thing to try to claim yourself as some kind of hardcore king, but to do it across the ring from me? From the fucking KING of EXTREME? You’ve got to be pretty special to think that you can last more than a few minutes, but to think that you actually have a chance to walk out with a win under your belt?
Michael laughs.
The former and future Hardcore Champion looks deep into Vidalia’s eyes, who has looked up from her phone at just this moment.
Michael X: Vi, he’s opened up pandora’s box, and there is nothing he can do to close it. There is nothing he can do to save himself because he power that he has unleashed is far beyond anything that he can control. It’s far beyond anything he has ever encountered before. He’s going to step into that ring with that smug grin on his face and I’m going to slap him right then and there just to set the tone, and then from there, well, lets just say that this is the end of Omega. Because anything that I do after that is a mystery. Anything that I do after that will be deadly. Anything that I do after that will be career threatening in nature to Jay Omega and I won’t be held accountable, because I didn’t open this box.
They better blame Omega for his own downfall. They better blame the space cowboy for everything that’s about to happen to the WCF because what he has awaken inside of me is so dark and angry that there is no turning back. There is no recovery and this darkness has been hungry for a long, long time.
Michael laughs, it’s deep, dark, and guttural. Vidalia, who had been only half paying attention to the first half of Michael’s ranting had been captivated by the end. She could not wait to see Michael step into that ring with Jay Omega and pull him apart piece by piece. She could not wait to see that joy return to Michael’s face as he rose the hardcore championship above his head. She could not wait to watch one man be murdered in the middle of that ring, because at ‘Til Death Do Us Part Jay Omega and Michael X would not part unless one or both of them had died in that ring.
That’s how much this hardcore thing mattered to these two and Michael X wasn’t going to be the punk that was left to die in the middle of HIS kingdom. Michael X was going to be the judge, jury, and eXecutioner and leave Omega’s head in the middle of that ring just because he could.
