THE BOOK OF EXTREME: The Price of Victory

[Mikey eXtreme]

THE BOOK OF EXTREME
The Price of Victory

I

Michael X was on a roll, there was nothing that could slow him down. Name after name was throw his way and those names were thrown away. It didn’t matter who they were, they would all suffer the same fates. Big names like Jay Omega, upcoming names like Scott Slayer, or WCF legends like.. Jason Price.

Ol’ X was a wrecking ball that would show no mercy and he sat there, cold and angry. The trip to Wyoming did nothing to please the WCF Hardcore Champion, and he sat in front of a WCF camera crew. His eyes painted the entire picture, anger pouring out.

michael x: Another week here in the WCF where the TOP fucking talent is left out of the main event, again. But, that’s just how this place rolls. That’s just how this place has always rolled. It has never cared about the best competitor in the history of professional wrestling. It has never given me the respect that I deserve. It gives guys like Vincent Augustine chance after chance to prove himself, it gives guys that don’t deserve anything a chance to be at the forefront of this industry.

And me?

I get a washed up has been in Jayson Price. A fucking dinosaur, a relic of the past that has somehow stuck around a little bit too long. But, that’s fine. Let the old dog climb into that ring with me this week on Slam, and I’ll show you the ending to Old Yeller..

A smile comes across Michael’s face.

michael x: Enjoy yourself, Price. Because, Ol’ X is coming your way and I’m not leaving with putting the world on notice that I make the rules. I’m not going to be satisfied until I leave you bloodied in the middle of that ring and they’re loading your sorry ass onto a stretcher.

The scene fades as Michael stares into the camera with a sadistic look on his face and a sadistic mind to match.