Post by Mikey eXtreme on Mar 10, 2019 22:57:03 GMT -5
THE BOOK OF EXTREME
Slaying the Slayer
I
Michael X was back on his path of the beam. Following it from win to win and dominating his way forward. There was nothing that could stop him or even slow him down. He was the Hardcore Champion but that didn’t mean that he was safe. He was now a target and everyone wanted what he had.
Morbid Wolf wanted that strap. Odin Balfore had stuck his nose where it did not belong because he too, wanted that strap. Michael would deal with them when the time was right, right now his mind was on Scott Slayer.
X: You were outmatched by Teo Del Sol in the main event of Slam last week.
Michael pauses.
X: How you were allowed to compete in the main event is a question in itself, but I don’t have all day to figure that one out. But, you were outmatched in the main event and because of that the powers that be have given you to me.
Now, how is that fair?
If you couldn’t beat Teo you sure as hell don’t stand a chance in there against me. The mere fact that this match even sounded like a good idea has me laughing. The entire world can see the mismatch. Nobody thinks that you stand any chance at all. Nobody thinks that you can defeat me, even if I had one arm tied behind my back.
But, I’ll entertain this match. I’ll show up looking for a fight, but it won’t be Michael X that show up. You’ll be stepping into that ring with a suicidal maniac. You’ll be stepping in there with the epitome of Violence, the definition of Brutality.
This isn’t a good place to find yourself, Scotty.
Michael pulls the cork out of the bottle of Legent bourbon in his right hand and takes a swig.
X: if you think you’re making it out of this match on your own two feet, boy, I’ve got some bad news for you. Get ready to be marked with that X, to feel that eXplosion, and to be eXtinguished. I have an eXit strategy for this match and it all revolves around pain for you, Scotty. It all revolves around you being left motionless in the middle of MY ring. It all revolves around you being left a bloody mess for the EMTs to carry your body to the hospital because I sure as hell don’t care how you leave that ring, but just know that you won’t be walking out of that match.
Just know that you won’t be winning this match or even coming close to winning. Just know that you stepped in there with the Greatest Competitor in WCF history.
I am the Hardcore Champion for a reason, Scotty, and at Slam you’re going to find out that you don’t belon*in my world. I know you had a hardcore championship with Kennedy Matthews, but this is an entirely different world of pain, Scotty. This ain’t anything you’ve been through before, this is MY world that we’re in now. This is MY match to win.
Slaying the Slayer
I
Michael X was back on his path of the beam. Following it from win to win and dominating his way forward. There was nothing that could stop him or even slow him down. He was the Hardcore Champion but that didn’t mean that he was safe. He was now a target and everyone wanted what he had.
Morbid Wolf wanted that strap. Odin Balfore had stuck his nose where it did not belong because he too, wanted that strap. Michael would deal with them when the time was right, right now his mind was on Scott Slayer.
X: You were outmatched by Teo Del Sol in the main event of Slam last week.
Michael pauses.
X: How you were allowed to compete in the main event is a question in itself, but I don’t have all day to figure that one out. But, you were outmatched in the main event and because of that the powers that be have given you to me.
Now, how is that fair?
If you couldn’t beat Teo you sure as hell don’t stand a chance in there against me. The mere fact that this match even sounded like a good idea has me laughing. The entire world can see the mismatch. Nobody thinks that you stand any chance at all. Nobody thinks that you can defeat me, even if I had one arm tied behind my back.
But, I’ll entertain this match. I’ll show up looking for a fight, but it won’t be Michael X that show up. You’ll be stepping into that ring with a suicidal maniac. You’ll be stepping in there with the epitome of Violence, the definition of Brutality.
This isn’t a good place to find yourself, Scotty.
Michael pulls the cork out of the bottle of Legent bourbon in his right hand and takes a swig.
X: if you think you’re making it out of this match on your own two feet, boy, I’ve got some bad news for you. Get ready to be marked with that X, to feel that eXplosion, and to be eXtinguished. I have an eXit strategy for this match and it all revolves around pain for you, Scotty. It all revolves around you being left motionless in the middle of MY ring. It all revolves around you being left a bloody mess for the EMTs to carry your body to the hospital because I sure as hell don’t care how you leave that ring, but just know that you won’t be walking out of that match.
Just know that you won’t be winning this match or even coming close to winning. Just know that you stepped in there with the Greatest Competitor in WCF history.
I am the Hardcore Champion for a reason, Scotty, and at Slam you’re going to find out that you don’t belon*in my world. I know you had a hardcore championship with Kennedy Matthews, but this is an entirely different world of pain, Scotty. This ain’t anything you’ve been through before, this is MY world that we’re in now. This is MY match to win.
