What...not the JESUS...you're crazy!

["The Hottest Shit Going"]

[shadow=red,left,300]The Book of Certainty 6:9:08[/shadow]

[glow=blue,2,300]In mid air, the side view of an airplane can be seen. The aircraft banks left, exposing the windows of the plane more. Some sun shades pulled closed, and others open. The view then moves in on one particular window, as it get closer, the person sitting in the seat is made out to be the White Lion, Michael Lively, the self proclaimed Messiah of professional wrestling, and resident Overdrive champion. His seat is reclined, as much as an airline seat can, and his eyes covered with a pair of Gator billet aluminum sunglasses. White ear buds jammed into his ear,with a cord attached to his Ipod, as it seems he is engaged in a session of music relaxation. The Overhead fasten seat belt sign illuminates, and the annoying buzzer bings off to get attention to that very light. Michael Lively fastens the buckle of the supposed life saver, and looks to his right, noticing the rather large fellow next to him can't seem to get the belt around his gunt area, for it was a little large. The worried man then rings for the flight attendant. The lovely lady comes over to the panic stricken passenger, and he lets her know he needs the seat belt extension. The man then attaches the extension, and fastens his belt, as his face then shows relief. The flight attendant then flashes a smile to her passenger, and the turns to head back up the aisle to indeed fasten her seat belt. The plane then drops about ten feet in the air from turbulence. The women who has just made it to the front row, goes airborne, and her body crashes into the ceiling of the aircraft, then falls violently to the ground. She moans in pain as a natural instinct but the thrashing her body has taken has rendered her unconscious. A passenger in the front row, unbuckles and rushes to her in a attempt to help. The plane then in a rapid movement jerks sideways, sending the man into the wall, where his head collides very harshly, making the man a bit loopy. The airborne turbulence grows intense, and the rattling, and jerking of the aircraft has gotten out of control. The overhead bins have come open and luggage begins flying out as the plane flops back and forth. Lively takes shelter behind the large body of his neighbor. The nose of the plane then goes downward, and everyone lunges forward with the momentum. People screaming and shrieking, Michael Lively looking on at the mayhem surrounding him, and seems very calm, when most people in this situation would be in an extreme panic. Lively then looks out the window, as it seems blurry from the jerking movements. A loud ripping sound pierces the air, and the left wing of the plane goes zooming by the plane, at one time this piece of machinery was a precise marvel of engineering, but now, with a missing wing, it is a useless hunk of steel, that has now started to spiral, and has entered a plummet toward the earth. The howling of the wind resonates into the cabin area, then a huge crashing sound..... [/glow]

[glow=blue,2,300]Lively then comes to, and sits a little battered and slightly bruised. He stands in what seems to be a green bushy forest. He looks over himself, and his shirt is ripped. Lively rips the rest of the shards off. A few scratches, and scrapes, but no major injuries. He then hears some creaking, and looks up. The battered body of the plane rests in the branches of a tree just above his head. The creaking then turns to loud scrapping sound of metal, as it begins to slide downward, in the path of Michael Lively. The Lion then scrambles forward, in a hurry to get out of destructions way. The body crashes behind the moving Lively, landing on the nose, and then teeters forward. The self proclaimed JESUS continues the furious pace, as the plane then begins to lay down. Lively launches forward diving, out of the way as the body finally crashes down. Michael lays on his belly, in the buckle brush, breathing heavy, and thanking his lucky stars. The Lion stands, dusts off his body, and begins to walk, looking for some help, or sign of life...[/glow]

[glow=blue,2,300]Then a rustle in the bushes, and a flurry is caught out of the corner of his eye. Lively quickly rips around in the direction of the disturbance, and sees nothing. Then from the other side, Lively is then taunted again. He spins around to be met by a ball of fire. The fire flickers as a deep voice calls out...."Michael Lively you have been summoned"....Lively looks at the ball of fire in a daze.Then blurts out[/glow].

Lively: Summoned...who summons the JESUS... I do the summoning...this fucking guy...lucky's he's all flamed up..son of a bitch.

[glow=blue,2,300]Michael continues grumbling, and cursing under his breath as the fire moves on and the Lion follows suit, leading after the flame. The journey is long, and goes over rough terrain through the forest, and up into mountains. They come upon a cave, and the ball of fire darts into the darkness, and disappears. The voice rings out through the cave "Follow Your Instincts, for you have been beckoned" Lively moves along through the darkness, into the deep dark moistness of the cave. Each breath echoes off of the walls, as Michael moves forward....a bit down the line the cave begins to lighten up, at first Lively thinks his eyes are just adjusting to the darkness, but then he quickly realizes it is light. The cave opens to a huge cavern lit by an opening at the top. Lively walks on through the water of the cavern, and comes upon three choices of pathways. Lively ponders for a moment.[/glow]

"Left simulates bottom, middle is exactly that, and right would be on top, so we will go with on top"

[glow=blue,2,300]Lively then takes the right pathway, and travels on. This path leads him to a small tomb like chamber, with lit torches on the walls, that let off dancing flames. In the center of the room is a throne, the rock wall behind the throne slides open, and out walks an ominous figure. The rock opening slides closed and this figure walks out into the light to reveal himself to Michael Lively. The figure before Lively is the presence of GOD. The maker then sits at his throne, looking on the White Lion.[/glow]

[shadow=red,left,300]GOD: You do not bow in the presence of GOD?[/shadow]

Lively: You sit when the JESUS is standing, and what is this bullshit.

[shadow=red,left,300]GOD: Well it is true there is a man claiming to be JESUS. [/shadow]

Lively: Lets me tell you something, first it's the JESUS, and it's no claim big boy, so whats this shit about you summoning me, you got a problem with the way the JESUS is handling things?

[shadow=red,left,300]GOD: Well you in fact are not the JESUS, you are not my son...[/shadow]

Lively: Blasphemy...you fuck, you dare talk down to me, well since your all rugged and tough, step forward and bring that wrath.

[shadow=red,left,300]GOD: Such a foul mouth, and an arrogant attitude, and as far as handling things...[/shadow]

Lively: Let me stop you right there buddy....thats right I'm handling things, this earth down here, well it's fucked thanks to you, and thanks to my hard work the beginning of the correction has already begun. No for foul mouth...FUUUCCKK YOOUU, hows that for foul, you see your no different than me, except I speak my mind, not tongue twisting riddles, and silly rhymes. Whoa...that look your giving me... the JESUS can tell by the look on your face that your feeling frisky hunh old fellow...well step on up, and I'll show how the JESUS rolls.

[glow=blue,2,300]GOD then stands, as Lively smirks with excitement for the thought of tangling with GOD. The presence of GOD then motions and two bright forces come out from the walls, apparently soldiers of GOD's army, circling Michael Lively. The Lion stands on guard, looking more at the one on his left, then quickly super kicking the one on the right, the Angel toward the left lunges at Lively swinging a right. Michael ducks, throwing a uppercut in the jaw of the angel. He staggers back, Lively turns toward GOD, strikes a I am JESUS pose then follows it with the finger. The Lion then flips, Pele' style kicking the angel in the head. Lively stands tall, looking at the GOD in the throne with an evil glare. [/glow]

Lively: Soldiers of GOD, well I am a solider of the true GOD Kaos, and stand before you, as the true JESUS, and I can honestly say Fuck You Buddy, want you step on forward, and test you luck.

[glow=blue,2,300]The man in the throne then stands, as Lively spits at his feet.[/glow]

[shadow=red,left,300]GOD: You are a talent filled young man, full of life, and ego, yet you still think you are a GOD.[/shadow]

Lively: Thats right big boy prove me wrong...I'll shove the righteous power that is the White Lion right up your ass, and send you upstairs crawling for those pearly gates.

[shadow=red,left,300]GOD: (looking appalled at the young man) Well since you insist...[/shadow]

[glow=blue,2,300]God then swings a right at Lion, it's caught by Michael Lively. The White Lion smirks, and then spins around the presence of GOD, jamming is arm in a chicken wing type fashion. GOD whimpers in pain.[/glow]

Lively: WELL...WELL...the power of GOD has been shown tonight, and who is the false prophet now.

[glow=blue,2,300]Lively shoves then presence of GOD forward, in a get out of here fashion. The man claiming to be GOD walks to the back of the chair, the walls open, and the presence disappears. Michael Lively then walks over to his new throne, has a seat. The two downed angels, then disperse into dust. Lively sits in that throne, smiling, and pleased with himself. Lively a little tired from all of the days drama, he closes his eyes, and drifts of into slumber. Lively then comes to close to the edge of the forest, he stands whipping himself off, a little dazed from the events, looks out through the thinned out bush, and sees car whizzing by. Michael stumbles out on to the shoulder of the roadway, waving his arms. A car pulls over, and Michael explains his situation to the man, and the drive off for help. Later after being released from the hospital with a clean bill of health, Lively catches a cab to the bus station paying the man with the cash in his pocket, then he walks over and buys a ticket for the Greyhound bus heading to St. Louis with the remainder of the cash. Lively is in a hurry to make it to the wekend show which is shown on line for the APW diehards. The Bus ride is long, and Lively does some thinking along the way. He's let out at the station where he rents a car with the special password given to him by management for car rentals. If your not a champion then your probally never heard of that sort of thing, so ha ha. Later the car pulls up in the back lot, and out steps the Overdrive champion, freshly dressed, and showered, ready for the show. Lively makes his way through the back inner working of the arena, and enters his locker room. Lively is greeted by a huge hug from his mother, which in a cocky arrogant manor is really met with warmth in return. He grabs her by the shoulders, pushes her back gently looking in her eyes. [/glow]

JESUS: I get it...your glad I'm OK, and I'm glad I had you hold on to my title, now where is that beauty.

[glow=blue,2,300]Ms. Lively then reaches into the velvet lined drawstring bag setting within the confines of a metal briefcase, which was in turn located within a large metal suitcase. The Lions mother hands over the velvet bag, and Michael loosens up the drawstring, yanking out his prize possession. He huffs on the nameplate which reads "Michael Lively" then buffs it clean with his sleeve. The belt is then positioned at it's recent home atop the shoulder of Michael Lively. The Lions mother flips is hood up covering the head of your JESUS. Lively opens the door and heads out toward the entrance stagging area. The JESUS stands there arrogant as usual, and then it's on. The music hits, the strobe lights flicker behind the curtain, and then he steps forward appearing to the crowd, at this time the crowd usually boo's, but the are a few cheers, possibly for the fact he survived, even if he's hated, people like him around, sort of. Michael Lively struts with a flaunting stagger toward the ring, stopping to give his normal Fuck You to the fans. Lively slides into the ring, and then stands, repositioning his title. He reaches for a mic from the ringside tech crew, and makes is home center ring, ready to speak. He looks out to the crowd through his hood, then flips it back welcoming the hate. Michael Lively has grown to be the most hated man in the industry, and unlike anyone else in the game, I think he loves it more than life itself. Lively soaks in the chorus of boo's, and then holds the mic up.[/glow]

JESUS: Thats right...I'm here......

[glow=blue,2,300]More boo's[/glow]

JESUS: When will you people realize I'm the second coming of Christ, and there is no killing the JESUS. A plane falling from the sky, killing all aboard, and here I stand with minor scrapes, and a clean bill of health from the doctors, after all that I have boat load of more confidence then I had when I stripped this title from the hands of the hands of Justin Job. I am the champ, and will be until I'm ready. You need to learn that the JESUS will not die. The GOD in heaven can't me, cause he knows, I'll smash him to the surface, for I am the JESUS. That kingdom is mine when I call for it, but right now I'm scheduled for a match tonight. and no plane crash can keep me from coming out here to be welcomed by you miserable fucks. Besides, I couldn't let the title get stripped from me because of a death of injury, and have it decided in some tourney, or battle royal, no this belt here is mine, and it seems I have a challenger, in Jake Ruby...the E Star, well I took his advice, and did some research. This man is a living legend in E Feds, but what the potato squirt doesn't seem to remember this is the real deal, this title is no figment of imagination, no sir it sits here, and is as real as it gets.

[glow=blue,2,300]He taps the belt with pride.[/glow]

JESUS: Your looking at the man that for the longest time here in APW held the only singles victory over Kenny Lambardo, and well I beat the tough J.J. for the gold, thats what I do, I come through when chips are stacked against me, in the clutch I do the impossible, and well expect no less here. I'm the man, and I know these fucking bullshit loosers in the crowd know it, and all the people in the back know it, but apparently you didn't get the fucking memo. So here it is.... a member of the hottest stable to come down the line since nWo, or Four Horsemen, hell we did it better then them, and racked up more gold then those bitches could dream of, and if Flair where here right now, I'd chop the shit....nevermind...back to topic. I'm the most high flying, thrill seeking, amazing athlete to grace this ring, and I hold the Overdrive championship. If I wanted tag team gold, hell it would be no thing but to pick a partner, Hell I probably could be the first man to alone win the tag titles, don't put it past me, nothing against the current champs. Hardcore..nothing but a blink away, if it's what the JESUS wishes, then Barb Wire, trash cans, and glass would be a flying. You see when your the son of GOD, nothing is impossible, or uncapable. There is no candy in the jar sweeter the Michael Lively, no sandwich in the deli that satisfies like the White Lion, and no beverage goes down as smooth, or soothes the soul like the JESUS. The task is at hand Jake Ruby, your mission Tater Charlie, is to dethrone the son of GOD. Take what is mine, and well that burden is on you. This title has found a new home on my shoulder, and has been graced with the extreme pleasure of being strapped around this waist. I asked this belt earlier, just before coming out here with you fucks.

[glow=blue,2,300]More Boo's[/glow]

JESUS: I said "Mr. Title belt, do you wish for a new home?", and it quivered in fear for it loves the JESUS, and thats a mutual feeling there my friend. So bring all your guns, have them loaded, cause the OK corral awaits, and it's a showdown. I'm Billy the Kid, and your Doc Holiday, and it's time to die. I'm on a mission to shred the potato farmer. I'm Emril, and the menu calls for Tater Skins, and who am I to disappoint. So I hope all your personal issues are cured, the farm is in shape, the crops have been tended to, so your whole focus can be on me. These fans don't want some squash match, they don't deserve for me to walk in and over the competition. I'm no match maker, and have no say in who deserves a shot at this.

[glow=blue,2,300]Pointing at his belt.[/glow]

JESUS: but I can expect the competition to step up, bring something to the table, and if your up for the game, then it will be on for sure. I would love nothing more then to walk out here, except my overwhelming flood of boo's. Create some excitement with holy shit chants, and leave you laying, like a pile of freshly sliced and diced taters. So to you Jake Ruby... your looks aren't threating, your skills there are sub par, but some one here thought to themselves, hey this guy should get shot. Well after being fired, you got one, and now another. Your job is to rip this belt from my hands, my job is to prove to the management that they were right with their first decision. I will prove that it was no mistake firing you, and show them there just may be a slew of more talented people in this fed than you, someone more worthy of the shot. Like I said I don't make the matches, but in the ring I just MAKE the matches if you can pick up what I'm putting down... Jacob Ruby...I hope your ready, get your ticket, and line up some transportation to the farm. Cause the crops are calling, and I'm gonna show you there is no place like home. This is the APW...this is my title...and there is no place for a Mr. Potatohead, poor farm boy, who thought there were the shit online in some E-Fed. Well big boy let me introduce my self Michael Lively The Hottest Shit Going. The resident JESUS...and savior of this business, so the table is set, the food is in the oven, all thats left is for you to show up for dinner. I hope your hungry, cause I'm serving it up, and when the table is cleared, and the dishes are done...it will be the JESUS standing tall, raising this title high, saluting you fucking scumbags as usual. You see if a brutal plane crash can't do it, the presence of GOD, and his Angels didn't stand a chance, then you poor farm festered fuck, what in the fucks sakes makes you think your ready. I am the JESUS...pray if you wish....cause my ears are open...and I'm sure to piss on your dreams.

[glow=Blue,2,300]The fans then erupt into the classic "Fuck You JESUS" chant. Lively drops the mic, and exits the ring.[/glow]