Post by Your JESUS on Sept 5, 2012 17:04:29 GMT -4
Backstage we take a glimpse into the locker room of our North American champion Michael Lively. Only the champ is nowhere to be found. His crew of miscreants are in full attendance though. Chubs wearing the new "In Lively We Trust" t-shirt. Jerry O'Harrow sits on a folding chair slumped against the wall with his beer resting on his gut. The Human Wrecking Machine Sabur is keeping warm by knocking out a few reps of hammer curls. The door then swings open, and in walks the Ultra Rugged Royalty of Meltdown himself, Michael Lively.
His face focused and stern as he walks to his locker. The man peers in the mirror looking over his knotted up flesh atop his brow. He then sees Sabur violently lifting dumb bells as if his pace picked up since the champion has entered the room. Lively spins around throwing his arms in the air.
Lively: What? I have enough on my plate with out having to worry about you being butt hurt.
Lively ducks as a hundred pound dumb bell flies across the room and crashes into his locker. Sabur flexes his shoulders and squeezes his fists before flying across the room. O'Harrow leaps from his chair jumping in between the two.
Lively: REALLY...this is how you want to roll. You wouldn't even be here right not if were not for me. You would still be changing oil on broke dick cars...instead you live the life of luxury!!! Your bills are paid, you have no worries other then to watch my back!!!
Sabur: I'd say I did my job at Shockwave!!!
Lively: Yeah you did...you did fantastic. Listen I have never said you did anything wrong!!! Yet I'm feeling some tension.
Sabur looks down at Jerry who drunkenly wobbles back and forth between the two men. The big man the steps back to ease the situation.
Sabur: I just don't get the whole resume thing. I saw that profile, and it just seemed...
Lively: Whoa...KAYFABE!!! Ciz-am-a-ra!! Listen all I can say is I know what I'm doing. We have know each other long enough. You aren't going anywhere, anytime soon.
The big man smirks briefly letting the news soften his temperament. Jerry O'Harrow turns toward Lively proud of himself.
Jerry: I got your back boss, you see me keep him at bay.
Lively: You didn't do squat sunshine. Let me just say if that ragging white rhino over there really wanted to cut loose this place would look like Hurricane Katrina spit her fury, and we would have a pair of beds at the hospital.
Both men stare at Sabur who has gone back to doing curls.
Lively: He's like a baby Bruce Banner...don't make him mad, or he turns into a pink hulk!!!
Lively pats his drunken microphone holder on the shoulder, as Jerry just re mouths the words "pink hulk".
Lively: Grab the mic Jerry, I have some things to say. Hurry up you lazy prick!!!
O'Harrow grabs the Price is Right microphone and holds it in place. Lively grabs the North American title from the bench where it has been perched and places it on his shoulder. The man cocks his head and turns toward the camera slowly.
Lively: Surprised to see me Meltdown...no you aren't. Deep down in your hearts you know that I am the best thing that has ever happened to this show. Shockwave I played the part of young Harry Potter and defeated you know who. But wait, I also sent him packing from Hogwarts for good. Stop, your thanks is not needed. It also seems that a few others have jumped ship in fears that their success was stifled by my overwhelming greatness. No matter...if these men think of themselves as Megastars by tucking their dicks between their legs then so it shall be. So now that the trash is gone and Johnny Diamond feels ever so proud of himself by depleting our roster yet again, let me move on. Maybe I will discuss tonight, and my match with Shadow. Maybe I could just scratch my nuts both are equally as meaningless. Big man, tonight we Texas Tango...two Hall of Famer's. One who seems to still be relevant, dominating and able to snatch up that brass ring. The other...well let me just say Sabur will be ready and willing to give you the heimlich maneuver because you choking inside my ring is inevitable.
Lively readjusts the title on his shoulder and continues.
Lively: I know it down right irks people that I call it MY ring, MY show, MY championship....yet in most cases the truth stings just a bit. I speak nothing but facts. When all others fall short, it's your JESUS standing tall. When everyone abandons ship I grab the wheel keeping this ship straight and steady!!!
Lively then walks to the door urging Chubs to follow. He swings it open stepping out into the hallway.
Lively: My locker room, MY arena...hell even these halls are MINE!!! What the hell is that smell...
Sabur yells out from inside the locker room "That's yours too!" Lively shakes his head sniffs a bit more then turns around to a face full of smoke.
"S'up champ!!"
Lively coughs and hacks then wipes his eyes to see Young Mannie standing there with his arms crossed.
Lively: How dare you not only interrupt the JESUS, but you blow smoke in my face!!!
Sabur comes out of the locker room hearing the tone in Lively's voice. The big man steps out overshadowing Young Mannie who doesn't even flinch. Lively places a hand on Sabur's chest giving him the stand down gimmick. O'Harrow stands there holding the microphone as Lively tucks the championship belt into his waist band letting his title dangle between his legs.
Lively: Let us hear what he has to say. Clearly it has to be mind blowing, I mean it's you Young Mannie...a threat to...to...well maybe threat was the wrong word, but have at it.
Mannie: Listen! First off never will I ever call you Jesus, Lively...Maybe Hey-Zeus. Secondly I’m in your face and that overgrown steroid freak’s face for one reason, Because I’m challenging you next week. Now if your as great as you think and as talented as you think you are...You’ll accept it like a man. See that title you have no respect by swaying it in your tights, Is going to be mine. And the way I see it, I should be next in line!
Mannie puffs more smoke in the face Lively as Sabur tries to wipe it out of the face of the self proclaimed savior. Lively's mouth turns toward a smart ass grin showing amusement toward the challenge.
Lively: Aren't you ambitious...but I tell you what. EARN IT!!! You do something that makes people go WOW, he's fucking amazing! Because quite frankly I don't think you deserve shit...lacking uh what is it again...oh motivation!!!
Young Mannie throws down his blunt, steps on it as his scowl turns to hardcore mean mug.
Mannie: I don’t deserve shit...You haven’t really tested your title run yet. You have had one defense and that was against Shane Borderland, who wouldn’t really count as he gladly took his walking papers off this brand and went right back to Asylum. But hey don’t allow me take anything away from you champ, you're right. All I have been doing is making close calls and nearly living back up to the hype I once had. Lacking motivation, maybe you needs some!!
Mannie bitch slaps the JESUS. Lively's personal security Sabur leaps forward grabbing the throat of the Young shit starter. Mannie blasts Sabur in the head with a forearm. Jerry O'Harrow flies out of the locker room hearing the commotion with an beer bottle in hand. The microphone holder slash washed up wrestler blind sides Mannie by cracking it on his skull. Lively and the two men begin stomping boots to the downed wrestler. Footsteps can be heard scrambling through the hall as Security rounds the corner. Lively calls off the dogs backing away from Mannie. Johnny Diamonds guards barricade themselves between the three men and the Young one. A member of the security team tries to help up the Megastar. Young Mannie wobbles to his feet groggily then shoves the guy off of him as he holds his head. Mannie looks around then decides to walk away. Just as he turns Lively chimes in.
Lively: Finding your balls doesn't earn you a title shot, just an ass whipping...little bitch!!!
With a big grin on Lively's face he turns back toward his locker room. Young Mannie stops as the JESUS taunts him, rubs his head. A deep breath enters his lungs then he turns around with a looping over hand right knocking a security guard to the ground and bum rushes toward Lively. The champ hears the commotion, and spins around to check what is happening. Young Mannie leaps in the air over two guards who catch him. Lively stands there as Mannie gets caught just before reaching his target. Security restrains the Youngster, and Lively snaps his fingers. Jerry comes out of the locker room with the North American title. Michael grabs the belt and steps to Mannie holding the belt close to his face feeling cocky as the Youngster's arms are restrained.
Lively: Look close little man, this is as close as you are going to get...
Mannie tries to jerk free but Lively just laughs as the guards pull Mannie back. Lively places the belt over his shoulder, and walks back into his locker room.
His face focused and stern as he walks to his locker. The man peers in the mirror looking over his knotted up flesh atop his brow. He then sees Sabur violently lifting dumb bells as if his pace picked up since the champion has entered the room. Lively spins around throwing his arms in the air.
Lively: What? I have enough on my plate with out having to worry about you being butt hurt.
Lively ducks as a hundred pound dumb bell flies across the room and crashes into his locker. Sabur flexes his shoulders and squeezes his fists before flying across the room. O'Harrow leaps from his chair jumping in between the two.
Lively: REALLY...this is how you want to roll. You wouldn't even be here right not if were not for me. You would still be changing oil on broke dick cars...instead you live the life of luxury!!! Your bills are paid, you have no worries other then to watch my back!!!
Sabur: I'd say I did my job at Shockwave!!!
Lively: Yeah you did...you did fantastic. Listen I have never said you did anything wrong!!! Yet I'm feeling some tension.
Sabur looks down at Jerry who drunkenly wobbles back and forth between the two men. The big man the steps back to ease the situation.
Sabur: I just don't get the whole resume thing. I saw that profile, and it just seemed...
Lively: Whoa...KAYFABE!!! Ciz-am-a-ra!! Listen all I can say is I know what I'm doing. We have know each other long enough. You aren't going anywhere, anytime soon.
The big man smirks briefly letting the news soften his temperament. Jerry O'Harrow turns toward Lively proud of himself.
Jerry: I got your back boss, you see me keep him at bay.
Lively: You didn't do squat sunshine. Let me just say if that ragging white rhino over there really wanted to cut loose this place would look like Hurricane Katrina spit her fury, and we would have a pair of beds at the hospital.
Both men stare at Sabur who has gone back to doing curls.
Lively: He's like a baby Bruce Banner...don't make him mad, or he turns into a pink hulk!!!
Lively pats his drunken microphone holder on the shoulder, as Jerry just re mouths the words "pink hulk".
Lively: Grab the mic Jerry, I have some things to say. Hurry up you lazy prick!!!
O'Harrow grabs the Price is Right microphone and holds it in place. Lively grabs the North American title from the bench where it has been perched and places it on his shoulder. The man cocks his head and turns toward the camera slowly.
Lively: Surprised to see me Meltdown...no you aren't. Deep down in your hearts you know that I am the best thing that has ever happened to this show. Shockwave I played the part of young Harry Potter and defeated you know who. But wait, I also sent him packing from Hogwarts for good. Stop, your thanks is not needed. It also seems that a few others have jumped ship in fears that their success was stifled by my overwhelming greatness. No matter...if these men think of themselves as Megastars by tucking their dicks between their legs then so it shall be. So now that the trash is gone and Johnny Diamond feels ever so proud of himself by depleting our roster yet again, let me move on. Maybe I will discuss tonight, and my match with Shadow. Maybe I could just scratch my nuts both are equally as meaningless. Big man, tonight we Texas Tango...two Hall of Famer's. One who seems to still be relevant, dominating and able to snatch up that brass ring. The other...well let me just say Sabur will be ready and willing to give you the heimlich maneuver because you choking inside my ring is inevitable.
Lively readjusts the title on his shoulder and continues.
Lively: I know it down right irks people that I call it MY ring, MY show, MY championship....yet in most cases the truth stings just a bit. I speak nothing but facts. When all others fall short, it's your JESUS standing tall. When everyone abandons ship I grab the wheel keeping this ship straight and steady!!!
Lively then walks to the door urging Chubs to follow. He swings it open stepping out into the hallway.
Lively: My locker room, MY arena...hell even these halls are MINE!!! What the hell is that smell...
Sabur yells out from inside the locker room "That's yours too!" Lively shakes his head sniffs a bit more then turns around to a face full of smoke.
"S'up champ!!"
Lively coughs and hacks then wipes his eyes to see Young Mannie standing there with his arms crossed.
Lively: How dare you not only interrupt the JESUS, but you blow smoke in my face!!!
Sabur comes out of the locker room hearing the tone in Lively's voice. The big man steps out overshadowing Young Mannie who doesn't even flinch. Lively places a hand on Sabur's chest giving him the stand down gimmick. O'Harrow stands there holding the microphone as Lively tucks the championship belt into his waist band letting his title dangle between his legs.
Lively: Let us hear what he has to say. Clearly it has to be mind blowing, I mean it's you Young Mannie...a threat to...to...well maybe threat was the wrong word, but have at it.
Mannie: Listen! First off never will I ever call you Jesus, Lively...Maybe Hey-Zeus. Secondly I’m in your face and that overgrown steroid freak’s face for one reason, Because I’m challenging you next week. Now if your as great as you think and as talented as you think you are...You’ll accept it like a man. See that title you have no respect by swaying it in your tights, Is going to be mine. And the way I see it, I should be next in line!
Mannie puffs more smoke in the face Lively as Sabur tries to wipe it out of the face of the self proclaimed savior. Lively's mouth turns toward a smart ass grin showing amusement toward the challenge.
Lively: Aren't you ambitious...but I tell you what. EARN IT!!! You do something that makes people go WOW, he's fucking amazing! Because quite frankly I don't think you deserve shit...lacking uh what is it again...oh motivation!!!
Young Mannie throws down his blunt, steps on it as his scowl turns to hardcore mean mug.
Mannie: I don’t deserve shit...You haven’t really tested your title run yet. You have had one defense and that was against Shane Borderland, who wouldn’t really count as he gladly took his walking papers off this brand and went right back to Asylum. But hey don’t allow me take anything away from you champ, you're right. All I have been doing is making close calls and nearly living back up to the hype I once had. Lacking motivation, maybe you needs some!!
Mannie bitch slaps the JESUS. Lively's personal security Sabur leaps forward grabbing the throat of the Young shit starter. Mannie blasts Sabur in the head with a forearm. Jerry O'Harrow flies out of the locker room hearing the commotion with an beer bottle in hand. The microphone holder slash washed up wrestler blind sides Mannie by cracking it on his skull. Lively and the two men begin stomping boots to the downed wrestler. Footsteps can be heard scrambling through the hall as Security rounds the corner. Lively calls off the dogs backing away from Mannie. Johnny Diamonds guards barricade themselves between the three men and the Young one. A member of the security team tries to help up the Megastar. Young Mannie wobbles to his feet groggily then shoves the guy off of him as he holds his head. Mannie looks around then decides to walk away. Just as he turns Lively chimes in.
Lively: Finding your balls doesn't earn you a title shot, just an ass whipping...little bitch!!!
With a big grin on Lively's face he turns back toward his locker room. Young Mannie stops as the JESUS taunts him, rubs his head. A deep breath enters his lungs then he turns around with a looping over hand right knocking a security guard to the ground and bum rushes toward Lively. The champ hears the commotion, and spins around to check what is happening. Young Mannie leaps in the air over two guards who catch him. Lively stands there as Mannie gets caught just before reaching his target. Security restrains the Youngster, and Lively snaps his fingers. Jerry comes out of the locker room with the North American title. Michael grabs the belt and steps to Mannie holding the belt close to his face feeling cocky as the Youngster's arms are restrained.
Lively: Look close little man, this is as close as you are going to get...
Mannie tries to jerk free but Lively just laughs as the guards pull Mannie back. Lively places the belt over his shoulder, and walks back into his locker room.
