Post by Your JESUS on Sept 18, 2012 20:50:08 GMT -4
Monday night Meltdown went off the air, and it's reported that the fans in the arena were treated to more for their money after the show went off air. It was said while the ring crew was dismantling the cage and removing the ring apron Michael Lively's entrance music hit. The North American champion walked out looking fresh from the shower wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He apparently grabbed a microphone and addressed the crowd. Cell phone video footage was captured.
Lively: You people either love me, or you fucking hate me. Either way you view me, the reality is I am here!!! I show the fuck up each and every night I am booked to do what it is I am paid to do, wrestle, entertain, and simply be a fucking worker!!!
The fans in attendance give Lively a little credit and keep listening.
Lively: Listen I'm not out here right now for you the fans, I'm simply here because I know the people in the back are listening, the boys if you will. If not they will surely be passed the message. You know I hear a lot of jaw jacking, lips flapping, pissing, moaning and all around declarations being tossed at the wall. Things like I'm not special, I'm unworthy, and I'm washed up. Young rookies want to come in here and try to tarnish my reputation. I sit in the back and laugh, because in some respects these fucking douche bags make a point.
The crowd remains hushed listening to Lively's stunning off camera address to the Meltdown locker room.
Lively: I had a huge run here returned after injury to make another huge run that has only begun. I was made here in this company. APW born is what will be said about the career of Michael Lively, and when the lights go out it will surely be my resting place as well.
The crowd starts to clap, but Lively waves off their noise.
Lively: Let me let all you snot nosed shit faces in the back know my secret, and Streets eluded to the same thing. It's called hard work and persistence. I have been screaming about the never say die attitude. I'm sure plenty of people have wished for me to simply shit the bed like a few so called Megastars did this evening. I'm not talking about losing a match, or coming up short. I'm talking about showing up here a broken shell simply to collect a check. Half assed attempts of stardom. This place won't hand you a fucking thing, and they employ people like me to fill the cracks just to be added insurance from it happening accidentally. If you can go in the back spray on a little axe and head to dinner then you didn't leave anything out here. You didn't fucking try, didn't show up with any intentions to be a star!!!
Ace Andrews, Tek, Michael Salieri you fucking assholes should be ashamed of your selves. I am...it's not that hard. If you want to fight you show up to fight. If you want to be on the World Series of Poker World Tour then sign up to sit at the table. If you wish to be a backup dancer for the Jabbawockeez in Las Vegas then put on your dopey party store mask and lace up the Adidas!!! If you had childhood aspirations to be a wrestler but reality is you would rather stick with the family business and fleece mom and pop laundry mats then get the fuck out of my ring. this is no place for part time jobbers, it's a place for fucking champions in body, heart and soul. I may be the one with a belt, but there are a few with the actual title I mentioned and don't need twelve pounds of gold to tell them any different.
I stand here the North American champion, not because I am unbeatable, not because I'm the baddest son of a bitch to walk this green earth. I am the champion, and have been on so many different occasions because I don't quit. I'm focussed on APW, and simply am always pushing forward. I think it's shameful that I'm the North American champion, and the only people that have being thrown my direction are former big shots like Shadow and surely soon Streets Wilson. The stepping stone of APW is failing if none of you sackless shits wish to put in the time to simply be amazing. I walked in this place, basically tattooed the name Lively on my dick and rammed it in everyone's mouth. If you had something to say it had better be about me, toward me, or in some round about way come right back to me. I wanted to be heralded as a great like Kenny Lambardo, A Level One, Dr.Matt, and mother fucking Hurricane Jeff, so I did it the only way possible, with hard fucking work!!!
The crowd again responds and Lively just speaks over them as if they aren't there.
You fucking assholes in the back that consider yourself Megastars, I'm pulling your card. Salieri, Andrews, and Tek...as far as I'm concerned you are nothing more then trash. You wish to have the title Megastar, EARN IT!!! You show the fuck up with a gleam in your eye, and will knock the teeth out of your mouths and gladly show you how I put my name in lights. It was by face fucking little bitches like you after their teeth were spilled about the ring and yelling Kermit the fucking Frog!!! You pussies don't like what I'm saying, don't like how I'm putting you on blast to the other workers here then walk that aisle...crowd, no crowd I'm ready any time. I'm here each and every week and will pull double duty, triple duty, I will even fight in every match of the night of it means weeding out complete wastes of time like you fucking people. I will give you each a try to earn a spot back on MY show!!! I'm not hard to find, or too busy for any man or woman. As for the rest of the locker room, as far as I'm concerned it's ball check time! You reach between your legs...you either have them, have envy of mine, or have jiggled some one else's, either way man or woman you catch my drift. Meltdown isn't for the faint of heart, this isn't OZ where you can walk around in a tin suit with an empty chest proclaiming you are a bad ass. Just knock on my door, and know I will dent that tuna can around your fragile lazy ass any time you wish to test your aspirations. Simply put step the fuck up, or step the fuck out the door!!!
Lively drops the microphone and the cell phone footage ends. Bold statements given by the franchise of Meltdown!
Lively: You people either love me, or you fucking hate me. Either way you view me, the reality is I am here!!! I show the fuck up each and every night I am booked to do what it is I am paid to do, wrestle, entertain, and simply be a fucking worker!!!
The fans in attendance give Lively a little credit and keep listening.
Lively: Listen I'm not out here right now for you the fans, I'm simply here because I know the people in the back are listening, the boys if you will. If not they will surely be passed the message. You know I hear a lot of jaw jacking, lips flapping, pissing, moaning and all around declarations being tossed at the wall. Things like I'm not special, I'm unworthy, and I'm washed up. Young rookies want to come in here and try to tarnish my reputation. I sit in the back and laugh, because in some respects these fucking douche bags make a point.
The crowd remains hushed listening to Lively's stunning off camera address to the Meltdown locker room.
Lively: I had a huge run here returned after injury to make another huge run that has only begun. I was made here in this company. APW born is what will be said about the career of Michael Lively, and when the lights go out it will surely be my resting place as well.
The crowd starts to clap, but Lively waves off their noise.
Lively: Let me let all you snot nosed shit faces in the back know my secret, and Streets eluded to the same thing. It's called hard work and persistence. I have been screaming about the never say die attitude. I'm sure plenty of people have wished for me to simply shit the bed like a few so called Megastars did this evening. I'm not talking about losing a match, or coming up short. I'm talking about showing up here a broken shell simply to collect a check. Half assed attempts of stardom. This place won't hand you a fucking thing, and they employ people like me to fill the cracks just to be added insurance from it happening accidentally. If you can go in the back spray on a little axe and head to dinner then you didn't leave anything out here. You didn't fucking try, didn't show up with any intentions to be a star!!!
Ace Andrews, Tek, Michael Salieri you fucking assholes should be ashamed of your selves. I am...it's not that hard. If you want to fight you show up to fight. If you want to be on the World Series of Poker World Tour then sign up to sit at the table. If you wish to be a backup dancer for the Jabbawockeez in Las Vegas then put on your dopey party store mask and lace up the Adidas!!! If you had childhood aspirations to be a wrestler but reality is you would rather stick with the family business and fleece mom and pop laundry mats then get the fuck out of my ring. this is no place for part time jobbers, it's a place for fucking champions in body, heart and soul. I may be the one with a belt, but there are a few with the actual title I mentioned and don't need twelve pounds of gold to tell them any different.
I stand here the North American champion, not because I am unbeatable, not because I'm the baddest son of a bitch to walk this green earth. I am the champion, and have been on so many different occasions because I don't quit. I'm focussed on APW, and simply am always pushing forward. I think it's shameful that I'm the North American champion, and the only people that have being thrown my direction are former big shots like Shadow and surely soon Streets Wilson. The stepping stone of APW is failing if none of you sackless shits wish to put in the time to simply be amazing. I walked in this place, basically tattooed the name Lively on my dick and rammed it in everyone's mouth. If you had something to say it had better be about me, toward me, or in some round about way come right back to me. I wanted to be heralded as a great like Kenny Lambardo, A Level One, Dr.Matt, and mother fucking Hurricane Jeff, so I did it the only way possible, with hard fucking work!!!
The crowd again responds and Lively just speaks over them as if they aren't there.
You fucking assholes in the back that consider yourself Megastars, I'm pulling your card. Salieri, Andrews, and Tek...as far as I'm concerned you are nothing more then trash. You wish to have the title Megastar, EARN IT!!! You show the fuck up with a gleam in your eye, and will knock the teeth out of your mouths and gladly show you how I put my name in lights. It was by face fucking little bitches like you after their teeth were spilled about the ring and yelling Kermit the fucking Frog!!! You pussies don't like what I'm saying, don't like how I'm putting you on blast to the other workers here then walk that aisle...crowd, no crowd I'm ready any time. I'm here each and every week and will pull double duty, triple duty, I will even fight in every match of the night of it means weeding out complete wastes of time like you fucking people. I will give you each a try to earn a spot back on MY show!!! I'm not hard to find, or too busy for any man or woman. As for the rest of the locker room, as far as I'm concerned it's ball check time! You reach between your legs...you either have them, have envy of mine, or have jiggled some one else's, either way man or woman you catch my drift. Meltdown isn't for the faint of heart, this isn't OZ where you can walk around in a tin suit with an empty chest proclaiming you are a bad ass. Just knock on my door, and know I will dent that tuna can around your fragile lazy ass any time you wish to test your aspirations. Simply put step the fuck up, or step the fuck out the door!!!
Lively drops the microphone and the cell phone footage ends. Bold statements given by the franchise of Meltdown!
