Post by Your JESUS on Sept 19, 2012 22:12:31 GMT -4
September 17th, 2012
My breath heavy not from action, not from physical excursion, but basic adrenalin dump. I just put the entire roster on notice. My ego fuels me each and every week to come out here shove my self loving and self righteous face in the eyes of millions. It pushes me to enter the ring and leave it all out there. My intention is to someday leave this sport with one word associated with my name...Greatness!!! I didn't plan on achieving greatness with an undefeated streak. No, I know that I am to much of a risk taker, to much balls to the wall to not get caught , and end up shoulders down. My plan to have that word attached to my name doesn't come with incredible one hundred victories. I know my reckless style and overall disregard for myself and others will not let me ever make it that long. My idea was to earn every title this company had, and once I achieved that I needed to raise my own personal bar. I fought numerous people in a scramble match to defend the Extreme title, and ended up loosing. Had I won people would have went ape shit, the fact that I lost earned me much respect because I didn't wish for a simple challenge, I asked to be pushed further then ever.
Fast forward, APW is now a huge empire with three shows. Four more titles added to the wish list of those who call this place home. I found myself on Meltdown and I snatched up the North American title. The overall lack of drive I have seen in those who look up the ladder at me makes my stomach curl. All these youngsters thinking in traditional terms that they have bid their time, or wait to get noticed. Well if all goes according to plan these young pups will have their shot to rule the yard. If I get my wish these Megastars full of dreams and aspirations will have an opportunity to seize the day, and rid the show of my over the top tyrannical rule. I have talked about motivation, talked about inspiration, and this birthday type of wish I have asked for gives people a chance, me most of all. I will be the first man on record to offer each person of the roster a chance to come get some. I walk out the victor and I simply knock God from his throne and JESUS will rule the heavens. I fall short, then I am just a wild man with thee biggest balls in the industry that can be thought of as nothing more then GREAT. If only my twisting, turning, plotting, and planning could get this fantasy to see the light of day.
I pass Hannah Storm in the hall as I head to my locker room. She offers up nothing more then a man hating stare. Maybe it's just me she hates, it's understandable, I am a prick! I open the door to find Sabur and Bartlett quiet. Sabur looks concerned as he turns toward me. Bartlett thinks of nothing more then punishing the minds and bodies of other people so I'm sure he is dwelling in some sort of day dream Pysco Chutes and Ladders game with bones, skulls, and blood.
Lively: What's up?
Bartlett: Haha...you can't touch anybody next week or you loose your belt. They didn't say I couldn't...hahaha!!!
Sabur shakes his head.
Sabur: Listen bro, you got your wish!!
Lively: What...are you serious?
: You have a way of always getting what you want, you pluck that nerve if people don't give you what you ask until they snap and simply crumble to your wishes.
Lively: Diamond was a tad tricky to play, he was hard to read and even harder to manipulate. It took brute force, gang mentality, and overall terrorist tactics, none the less job done!!!
Chubs walks over handing me my phone. Apparently while I was shooting to the locker room, I received a text. My thumb slides the unlock and I open the message...
From- Johnny Diamond
"Heads up Lively, you really should be careful what you wish for? Your crazy wish for One Night in Hell will come to fruition. My personal hope is that it truly lives up to it's name for you!!!"
"PS: The card is posted and your boy Bartlett being signed to the Meltdown roster gives him a chance as well...so good luck with that!!!"
I put the phone in my pocket and simply smirk with arrogance.
Sabur: Who was that?
Lively: Diamond basically giving me heads up on the news, he also mentioned that....
I turn toward Tommy.
Lively: You having a contract qualifies you in my radical request.
Bartlett laughs with a psychotic tone then pauses and looks at me with a little concern.
Lively: What?
Bartlett: That would mean...
Lively: It would mean if you are really the bad ass I think you are you will go out there next week, snap some fucker in half and prepare for the PPV.
Silence fills the room but I quickly break the awkwardness.
Lively: Listen, you walk into One Night in Hell, you being every ounce of killer instinct that you have bottled up...I want to face unbearable odds, walk through fire, and it looks like that's what I just signed up for.
I pat Tommy on the chest almost wishing him well.
Lively: You fuckers have your tickets booked for next week?
Everyone shakes their heads yes. I nod in approval.
Lively: Sweet well I think I might be taking this one off. Chubs you rolls with Tommy, Sabur watch his back next week. I'll catch up with you guys in a week.
I grab my bag as my group stands there almost in shock. I just spoke of coming to work and getting after it. I have begged for this moment, and the message I seem to be showing my guys is completely opposite. They have no clue what's twirling through my head, you see at times even I'm at a loss. I sling the bag over my shoulder and exit the locker room shutting the door behind me. I am not booked next week, and with the latest declaration that I may not lay hands on another Meltdown superstar it may be in my best interest if I sit this one out.
My breath heavy not from action, not from physical excursion, but basic adrenalin dump. I just put the entire roster on notice. My ego fuels me each and every week to come out here shove my self loving and self righteous face in the eyes of millions. It pushes me to enter the ring and leave it all out there. My intention is to someday leave this sport with one word associated with my name...Greatness!!! I didn't plan on achieving greatness with an undefeated streak. No, I know that I am to much of a risk taker, to much balls to the wall to not get caught , and end up shoulders down. My plan to have that word attached to my name doesn't come with incredible one hundred victories. I know my reckless style and overall disregard for myself and others will not let me ever make it that long. My idea was to earn every title this company had, and once I achieved that I needed to raise my own personal bar. I fought numerous people in a scramble match to defend the Extreme title, and ended up loosing. Had I won people would have went ape shit, the fact that I lost earned me much respect because I didn't wish for a simple challenge, I asked to be pushed further then ever.
Fast forward, APW is now a huge empire with three shows. Four more titles added to the wish list of those who call this place home. I found myself on Meltdown and I snatched up the North American title. The overall lack of drive I have seen in those who look up the ladder at me makes my stomach curl. All these youngsters thinking in traditional terms that they have bid their time, or wait to get noticed. Well if all goes according to plan these young pups will have their shot to rule the yard. If I get my wish these Megastars full of dreams and aspirations will have an opportunity to seize the day, and rid the show of my over the top tyrannical rule. I have talked about motivation, talked about inspiration, and this birthday type of wish I have asked for gives people a chance, me most of all. I will be the first man on record to offer each person of the roster a chance to come get some. I walk out the victor and I simply knock God from his throne and JESUS will rule the heavens. I fall short, then I am just a wild man with thee biggest balls in the industry that can be thought of as nothing more then GREAT. If only my twisting, turning, plotting, and planning could get this fantasy to see the light of day.
I pass Hannah Storm in the hall as I head to my locker room. She offers up nothing more then a man hating stare. Maybe it's just me she hates, it's understandable, I am a prick! I open the door to find Sabur and Bartlett quiet. Sabur looks concerned as he turns toward me. Bartlett thinks of nothing more then punishing the minds and bodies of other people so I'm sure he is dwelling in some sort of day dream Pysco Chutes and Ladders game with bones, skulls, and blood.
Lively: What's up?
Bartlett: Haha...you can't touch anybody next week or you loose your belt. They didn't say I couldn't...hahaha!!!
Sabur shakes his head.
Sabur: Listen bro, you got your wish!!
Lively: What...are you serious?
: You have a way of always getting what you want, you pluck that nerve if people don't give you what you ask until they snap and simply crumble to your wishes.
Lively: Diamond was a tad tricky to play, he was hard to read and even harder to manipulate. It took brute force, gang mentality, and overall terrorist tactics, none the less job done!!!
Chubs walks over handing me my phone. Apparently while I was shooting to the locker room, I received a text. My thumb slides the unlock and I open the message...
From- Johnny Diamond
"Heads up Lively, you really should be careful what you wish for? Your crazy wish for One Night in Hell will come to fruition. My personal hope is that it truly lives up to it's name for you!!!"
"PS: The card is posted and your boy Bartlett being signed to the Meltdown roster gives him a chance as well...so good luck with that!!!"
I put the phone in my pocket and simply smirk with arrogance.
Sabur: Who was that?
Lively: Diamond basically giving me heads up on the news, he also mentioned that....
I turn toward Tommy.
Lively: You having a contract qualifies you in my radical request.
Bartlett laughs with a psychotic tone then pauses and looks at me with a little concern.
Lively: What?
Bartlett: That would mean...
Lively: It would mean if you are really the bad ass I think you are you will go out there next week, snap some fucker in half and prepare for the PPV.
Silence fills the room but I quickly break the awkwardness.
Lively: Listen, you walk into One Night in Hell, you being every ounce of killer instinct that you have bottled up...I want to face unbearable odds, walk through fire, and it looks like that's what I just signed up for.
I pat Tommy on the chest almost wishing him well.
Lively: You fuckers have your tickets booked for next week?
Everyone shakes their heads yes. I nod in approval.
Lively: Sweet well I think I might be taking this one off. Chubs you rolls with Tommy, Sabur watch his back next week. I'll catch up with you guys in a week.
I grab my bag as my group stands there almost in shock. I just spoke of coming to work and getting after it. I have begged for this moment, and the message I seem to be showing my guys is completely opposite. They have no clue what's twirling through my head, you see at times even I'm at a loss. I sling the bag over my shoulder and exit the locker room shutting the door behind me. I am not booked next week, and with the latest declaration that I may not lay hands on another Meltdown superstar it may be in my best interest if I sit this one out.
