Post by Your JESUS on Sept 28, 2012 1:33:49 GMT -4
September 24th, 2012
Meltdown just went off the air. Wouldn't you know I just left Johnny Diamond's office. I never get sick of that. in case you couldn't tell that was sarcasm at it's finest. The two of us never see eye to eye, but you know the sun shines on a dogs ass sometimes! The whole hands off rule for this evening may have interrupted my plans a bit, but I'ma gamer. I can go with the flow. Then again a few things altered my coarse of action this week. Luckily for me it's official. A certain someone is no longer a member of this roster, so the no touch rule doesn't apply to this situation.
As I head toward my locker room my mind is filled with one thing, focused on one objective. You see there are times you must take responsibility for things that may have been set in motion by you. Even though we are all grown men who make our own choices in life I can't help but feel responsible. My head is swirling with thoughts as I arrive out side the door to my locker room. There stands Chubs and Jerry O'Harrow. My eyes focus on the fat man first.
Lively: How's Sabur?
Chubs: He will be fine they said he's just banged up a little.
I simply nod my head in acceptance of the news before turning toward Jerry O'Harrow. No words are spoken I just point at the door. He responds to my gesture with a nod. We continue our pantomime as I hold up my wrist almost asking about time. Jerry shrugs his shoulders. My face starts to go from a rather pissed off bull, to a full blown God of vengeance mode. Just before I break loose, here comes my mother in a sprint running our direction. With everyone around me relieved I extend my hand and she places a taser gun in my palm. My other hand welcomes a spring loaded baton.
Lively: I basically welcomed him here, so I guess it's my fault. When I fuck up...my only option is to right my wrong.
Jerry turns the handle opening the door, I fly in and deploy the taser. The sounds of electricity ring out as the door is slammed shut behind me. Nothing but commotion is heard, grunting and loud thuds. After awhile there is silence that is suddenly disturbed by two more nasty cracking sounds. The door flies open once more startling Chubs, Jerry, and my mother. A look of relief comes over their faces as I walk out. I'm sure a little fear had come over them thinking the man inside would have made it out instead of me. Sorry to disappoint, but that's what I'm built to do, shit on your glimmers of hope.
Lively: Tell security he's ready to be removed. I'd say Bartlett is done!
Chubs: What now?
Lively: Now, that's easy. I only have people around me that I have control of...
My crew of hanger on's all just glare at me as I slam the bloodied baton on the ground. I guess you live and you learn. Some things never change and the more time passes the more they remain the same.
September 29th, 2012
My mind is a complex piece of work. Sure there are those who simply lump me in to categories. There are the people who just see me as vulgar and classless. Then you have the people who think of me as your typical egotistical douche bag. I guess if you like to think of things in the comic book philosophy I would also be summarized as a villain of sorts. I hear all sorts of characterizations spewed out about me from week to week. I'm not sure why this things are said.
What I can tell you is that I can not be lumped into one specific category. I can't not be stuffed in a box. I always have a plan, I always know how to crawl under people's skin, when, where, and exactly how to do it. I also know when it's time to kick back, and just let things play out. Sometimes patience is a virtue while lightening fast impulse is a must. I can say with out a shadow of a doubt that I am never satisfied. I always wish to push myself to see if I am as great as I think I am. If I fall short then I guess I still have work to do. I think pretty highly of myself, and am not sure it's quite humanly possible to strive to the heights I hold myself to. That being the case, it seems you people are stuck with me for a very long time as I keep reaching for the stars.
That hunger and drive I have boiling in my gut is something I am trying to invoke here on Meltdown. This Monday night Vincent Pennington has a chance to hear the hunger calling. Right now, at some dump of a dinner, we are parked trying to capture the feel of Green Bay. Why, because I'm feeling a little Guy Feitti I guess. Call it Michael Lively's Dinners Drive In's and Dives.
I step out of the Thundertank dressed to impress. That simply means my basic pair of blue jeans and a white 'In Lively We Trust' t-shirt. I can't help but feel that time has run together. I can't tell this promo from the last one. I'm not sure what day it is sometimes because it's all go, grind, go, night after night.
I pull out my phone to get back in touch with reality, check the date, and make sure that I am set to shoot on the right person. Jet lag is a bitch and it has happened. People stand in front of a camera and recite a paragraph or two of rehearsed material for the wrong opponent. Not that that would ever happen with me because I am perfect, but better safe then sorry.
Chubs readies the camera as Sabur who seems a little sore from last weeks Golf outing walks over to the window of this dump to order food. My mother scampers over handing me the North American title like a good slave. I place it over my shoulder, and look for Jerry O'Harrow.
He apparently is very interested in Sabur and the cheese sandwich the big man is ordering. I blurt out a whistle to get his attention. He snaps his eyes my direction. Valuing his pay check the washed up wrestler runs over with a mic in hand. The red lights glow and we are off to the races folks...
Lively: Green Bay, Wisconsin...I honestly was ashamed when I stepped off the plane today. Always trying to make the best out of any situation I decided to declare this Green Bay's Salvation!!! Monday night, Cheese Heads, here is your chance...go buy a ticket, plop your fat asses down in a chair and watch Michael Lively give you Wrestling's sermon on the mound, live in this shit hole you people call home.
Sabur walks over with a sandwich over loaded with melted cheese sauce. Funny how big it looks even in the lunch box sized mitts of this beast. I try not to pay too much attention to him and stay focused on the task at hand, which is offer up verbal knife jabs to the vital organs of my opponent weakling him before combat.
Lively: I have been quite busy trying to lay the seeds for my biggest challenge yet, One Night aim Hell. It seems the leaves have sprouted and soon the fruit will blossom. Funny thing is I'm not the only one who has been busy as of late, Vincent Pennington has his hands full as well. He apparently brought quite the day time soap to Meltdown with his arrival. Well, I'm a huge fan of day time drama, and wouldn't mind Monday night making a cameo in your little opera!!!
The chewing sound of the Human Wrecking Machine is driving me crazy. I shoot him a glare but he is lost in a cheddar coma.
Lively: I guess we can consider this the Days of Your Lives Vincent, where you may feel Young and Restless. Let me inform you As the World Turns you will end up in General Hospital after I'm done turning your life upside down. Mr. Big Bad Hardknocks gets his taste of the Meltdown spotlight as he is welcomed to the main event. Mr. Muscles you are opposite a man that has been every where, I've seen a million faces, and I've rocked them all...
Jerry: Hey, did you just recite Bon Jovi?
Lively: What, no?
Jerry: Yeah I'm pretty sure you did.
Lively: Why would I do that, it wouldn't even make sense.
Jerry: I'm almost positive, you what maybe I'm wrong?
Lively: Where was I, Tommy used to work on the docks...
Everyone kind of shoots me a weird look. Sabur stops chewing for a moment, looks up with cheese sauce running down his chin, then goes right back to eating.
Lively: I guess what I was trying to say is I have seen it all. There isn't much that you can bring to the table Vince that I haven't witnessed at some point of my show of excellence here in APW. You are a big dude who hits hard. All that means is you are slow, stiff and your mobility sucks. You have some technical skills. That just is a polite why to freshen up a rather boring son of a bitch. No worries this match will be you most viewed moment in APW, because you are paired up with thee Hottest Shit Going. I could bag on you all day, or I could say you probably have what it takes to sneak out a win over me. I mean on any given night that is a possibility, luckily for me our match isn't on any given night...it's Monday Night, and Monday night is Michael Lively!!! Meltdown is Michael Lively and that's who you happen to be standing across from once that bell rings.
I switch the title from my right shoulder to my left.
Lively: I stand here with what every one on this show wants...the North American title. I, unlike any other person in the APW have given each one of you an opportunity to step up and rip this fucking thing from my hands. No champion has put their balls willingly on the line, except me!!! Monday night, Vince you are the first to get a preview of Hell. Instead of just One Night you are fortunate enough to have two. Being inside MY ring while my boots are laced up is simply that, a fiery pit of despair. As they say welcome to the Thunderdome bitch!!! I can tell you that your so called past experience will serve you no justice here. You have never faced a bastard like me. I have no cares where you came from, what titles you held any where but here? So save that high school quality bullshit, it doesn't carry any weight here. This is the professional realm where I'm King Kong dangling my fury balls all in your face as I swing from the top of a skyscraper. Monday night I climb down from the building, clear the street and welcome you over to give it your best shot. I promise the beating I intend to offer up will be nothing short of getting anally molested by a huge gorilla. I'm telling you Pennington, you will feel like Edward Norton in American History X, cause I'm about the rip some flesh.
Jerry O'Harrow cringes at my bold proclamation.
Lively: My only advice Vinny is to ease up, and just let it happen, much safer that way. You really don't have a say in the matter, you just control the level of damage I intend to inflict. This is going to be brutal and intense. Some other tid bits of advice that could serve you well might be to forget about that dirty slut Sienna. Day dreaming about her mouth on your balls will bring about the cruel reality of mine smacking you in the face to snap you back in the ring. I suggest you forget about Evan and your grudge, because distracted in their with me will have you left laying broken, defeated and full of Envi. I also want you to forget about the North American title, and simply focus on the task at hand. You are set to tangle with a bad mother fucker. I have nothing on my mind except bringing my style of brash whoop ass to your door step. It's going to be like a home invasion, when I kick the door off the hinges. I plan to ransack, pillage, and overall strip you of everything. Monday night when your ego, and self confidence is tattered and thrashed, you will feel a tingle in your chest. That tingle will be the doubt that I planted in your heart. Soon that doubt will grow and you will be overcome with the harsh truth that you stand no chance come One Night In Hell at taking this title from me. Monday night with out even trying the JESUS whips your ass, and makes you a disciple all in one fail swoop. You will soon run to all the other members of the roster spreading the news as if it were the gospel, that inside that ring I am everything I say I am. Just as brutally devastating, and crafty as I claim to be. I posses a never ending will, that will drive you bat shit crazy when you just can't seem to get the job done. The sorrow of your failure will set in, and maybe you can find solace in the fact that I am looking for a new member of my crew...
Everyone looks at me puzzled not sure why I am offering up a spot in my ranks.
Lively: That's right...you are more then qualified to scratch my nuts. I have body guard, a chauffeur. I have a camera man, I have a microphone holder, and if you are interested Vincent you can the JESUS's personal ball scratcher!!! At least it's something you can excel at.
I take the title from my shoulder and hold it in my hand almost showing the body language of being done with this shoot.
Lively: Lord knows you won't be successful when standing across from me. Pennington I'm you are too stupid to listen to my advice. Call is foolish pride, but I know you won't do the smart thing which would be back out while you still have a chance. Despite your ignorance and overall defiance of your savior just remember this...if you bring anything similar to the lack luster showings that you prance around here with in previous weeks...God help your soul, because the JESUS is going to shit all over it, simple as that!!!
With that I end my verbal rant and walk back to the limo waiting rather impatiently for my mother to open the door. The camera cuts off and I can honestly tell you that my mood is focused on nothing more then making an example out of Vincent Pennington. He will be the foreshadowing for the Meltdown roster. he serves as a sign of things to come when they all get welcomed to One Night In Hell with the JESUS.
Meltdown just went off the air. Wouldn't you know I just left Johnny Diamond's office. I never get sick of that. in case you couldn't tell that was sarcasm at it's finest. The two of us never see eye to eye, but you know the sun shines on a dogs ass sometimes! The whole hands off rule for this evening may have interrupted my plans a bit, but I'ma gamer. I can go with the flow. Then again a few things altered my coarse of action this week. Luckily for me it's official. A certain someone is no longer a member of this roster, so the no touch rule doesn't apply to this situation.
As I head toward my locker room my mind is filled with one thing, focused on one objective. You see there are times you must take responsibility for things that may have been set in motion by you. Even though we are all grown men who make our own choices in life I can't help but feel responsible. My head is swirling with thoughts as I arrive out side the door to my locker room. There stands Chubs and Jerry O'Harrow. My eyes focus on the fat man first.
Lively: How's Sabur?
Chubs: He will be fine they said he's just banged up a little.
I simply nod my head in acceptance of the news before turning toward Jerry O'Harrow. No words are spoken I just point at the door. He responds to my gesture with a nod. We continue our pantomime as I hold up my wrist almost asking about time. Jerry shrugs his shoulders. My face starts to go from a rather pissed off bull, to a full blown God of vengeance mode. Just before I break loose, here comes my mother in a sprint running our direction. With everyone around me relieved I extend my hand and she places a taser gun in my palm. My other hand welcomes a spring loaded baton.
Lively: I basically welcomed him here, so I guess it's my fault. When I fuck up...my only option is to right my wrong.
Jerry turns the handle opening the door, I fly in and deploy the taser. The sounds of electricity ring out as the door is slammed shut behind me. Nothing but commotion is heard, grunting and loud thuds. After awhile there is silence that is suddenly disturbed by two more nasty cracking sounds. The door flies open once more startling Chubs, Jerry, and my mother. A look of relief comes over their faces as I walk out. I'm sure a little fear had come over them thinking the man inside would have made it out instead of me. Sorry to disappoint, but that's what I'm built to do, shit on your glimmers of hope.
Lively: Tell security he's ready to be removed. I'd say Bartlett is done!
Chubs: What now?
Lively: Now, that's easy. I only have people around me that I have control of...
My crew of hanger on's all just glare at me as I slam the bloodied baton on the ground. I guess you live and you learn. Some things never change and the more time passes the more they remain the same.
September 29th, 2012
My mind is a complex piece of work. Sure there are those who simply lump me in to categories. There are the people who just see me as vulgar and classless. Then you have the people who think of me as your typical egotistical douche bag. I guess if you like to think of things in the comic book philosophy I would also be summarized as a villain of sorts. I hear all sorts of characterizations spewed out about me from week to week. I'm not sure why this things are said.
What I can tell you is that I can not be lumped into one specific category. I can't not be stuffed in a box. I always have a plan, I always know how to crawl under people's skin, when, where, and exactly how to do it. I also know when it's time to kick back, and just let things play out. Sometimes patience is a virtue while lightening fast impulse is a must. I can say with out a shadow of a doubt that I am never satisfied. I always wish to push myself to see if I am as great as I think I am. If I fall short then I guess I still have work to do. I think pretty highly of myself, and am not sure it's quite humanly possible to strive to the heights I hold myself to. That being the case, it seems you people are stuck with me for a very long time as I keep reaching for the stars.
That hunger and drive I have boiling in my gut is something I am trying to invoke here on Meltdown. This Monday night Vincent Pennington has a chance to hear the hunger calling. Right now, at some dump of a dinner, we are parked trying to capture the feel of Green Bay. Why, because I'm feeling a little Guy Feitti I guess. Call it Michael Lively's Dinners Drive In's and Dives.
I step out of the Thundertank dressed to impress. That simply means my basic pair of blue jeans and a white 'In Lively We Trust' t-shirt. I can't help but feel that time has run together. I can't tell this promo from the last one. I'm not sure what day it is sometimes because it's all go, grind, go, night after night.
I pull out my phone to get back in touch with reality, check the date, and make sure that I am set to shoot on the right person. Jet lag is a bitch and it has happened. People stand in front of a camera and recite a paragraph or two of rehearsed material for the wrong opponent. Not that that would ever happen with me because I am perfect, but better safe then sorry.
Chubs readies the camera as Sabur who seems a little sore from last weeks Golf outing walks over to the window of this dump to order food. My mother scampers over handing me the North American title like a good slave. I place it over my shoulder, and look for Jerry O'Harrow.
He apparently is very interested in Sabur and the cheese sandwich the big man is ordering. I blurt out a whistle to get his attention. He snaps his eyes my direction. Valuing his pay check the washed up wrestler runs over with a mic in hand. The red lights glow and we are off to the races folks...
Lively: Green Bay, Wisconsin...I honestly was ashamed when I stepped off the plane today. Always trying to make the best out of any situation I decided to declare this Green Bay's Salvation!!! Monday night, Cheese Heads, here is your chance...go buy a ticket, plop your fat asses down in a chair and watch Michael Lively give you Wrestling's sermon on the mound, live in this shit hole you people call home.
Sabur walks over with a sandwich over loaded with melted cheese sauce. Funny how big it looks even in the lunch box sized mitts of this beast. I try not to pay too much attention to him and stay focused on the task at hand, which is offer up verbal knife jabs to the vital organs of my opponent weakling him before combat.
Lively: I have been quite busy trying to lay the seeds for my biggest challenge yet, One Night aim Hell. It seems the leaves have sprouted and soon the fruit will blossom. Funny thing is I'm not the only one who has been busy as of late, Vincent Pennington has his hands full as well. He apparently brought quite the day time soap to Meltdown with his arrival. Well, I'm a huge fan of day time drama, and wouldn't mind Monday night making a cameo in your little opera!!!
The chewing sound of the Human Wrecking Machine is driving me crazy. I shoot him a glare but he is lost in a cheddar coma.
Lively: I guess we can consider this the Days of Your Lives Vincent, where you may feel Young and Restless. Let me inform you As the World Turns you will end up in General Hospital after I'm done turning your life upside down. Mr. Big Bad Hardknocks gets his taste of the Meltdown spotlight as he is welcomed to the main event. Mr. Muscles you are opposite a man that has been every where, I've seen a million faces, and I've rocked them all...
Jerry: Hey, did you just recite Bon Jovi?
Lively: What, no?
Jerry: Yeah I'm pretty sure you did.
Lively: Why would I do that, it wouldn't even make sense.
Jerry: I'm almost positive, you what maybe I'm wrong?
Lively: Where was I, Tommy used to work on the docks...
Everyone kind of shoots me a weird look. Sabur stops chewing for a moment, looks up with cheese sauce running down his chin, then goes right back to eating.
Lively: I guess what I was trying to say is I have seen it all. There isn't much that you can bring to the table Vince that I haven't witnessed at some point of my show of excellence here in APW. You are a big dude who hits hard. All that means is you are slow, stiff and your mobility sucks. You have some technical skills. That just is a polite why to freshen up a rather boring son of a bitch. No worries this match will be you most viewed moment in APW, because you are paired up with thee Hottest Shit Going. I could bag on you all day, or I could say you probably have what it takes to sneak out a win over me. I mean on any given night that is a possibility, luckily for me our match isn't on any given night...it's Monday Night, and Monday night is Michael Lively!!! Meltdown is Michael Lively and that's who you happen to be standing across from once that bell rings.
I switch the title from my right shoulder to my left.
Lively: I stand here with what every one on this show wants...the North American title. I, unlike any other person in the APW have given each one of you an opportunity to step up and rip this fucking thing from my hands. No champion has put their balls willingly on the line, except me!!! Monday night, Vince you are the first to get a preview of Hell. Instead of just One Night you are fortunate enough to have two. Being inside MY ring while my boots are laced up is simply that, a fiery pit of despair. As they say welcome to the Thunderdome bitch!!! I can tell you that your so called past experience will serve you no justice here. You have never faced a bastard like me. I have no cares where you came from, what titles you held any where but here? So save that high school quality bullshit, it doesn't carry any weight here. This is the professional realm where I'm King Kong dangling my fury balls all in your face as I swing from the top of a skyscraper. Monday night I climb down from the building, clear the street and welcome you over to give it your best shot. I promise the beating I intend to offer up will be nothing short of getting anally molested by a huge gorilla. I'm telling you Pennington, you will feel like Edward Norton in American History X, cause I'm about the rip some flesh.
Jerry O'Harrow cringes at my bold proclamation.
Lively: My only advice Vinny is to ease up, and just let it happen, much safer that way. You really don't have a say in the matter, you just control the level of damage I intend to inflict. This is going to be brutal and intense. Some other tid bits of advice that could serve you well might be to forget about that dirty slut Sienna. Day dreaming about her mouth on your balls will bring about the cruel reality of mine smacking you in the face to snap you back in the ring. I suggest you forget about Evan and your grudge, because distracted in their with me will have you left laying broken, defeated and full of Envi. I also want you to forget about the North American title, and simply focus on the task at hand. You are set to tangle with a bad mother fucker. I have nothing on my mind except bringing my style of brash whoop ass to your door step. It's going to be like a home invasion, when I kick the door off the hinges. I plan to ransack, pillage, and overall strip you of everything. Monday night when your ego, and self confidence is tattered and thrashed, you will feel a tingle in your chest. That tingle will be the doubt that I planted in your heart. Soon that doubt will grow and you will be overcome with the harsh truth that you stand no chance come One Night In Hell at taking this title from me. Monday night with out even trying the JESUS whips your ass, and makes you a disciple all in one fail swoop. You will soon run to all the other members of the roster spreading the news as if it were the gospel, that inside that ring I am everything I say I am. Just as brutally devastating, and crafty as I claim to be. I posses a never ending will, that will drive you bat shit crazy when you just can't seem to get the job done. The sorrow of your failure will set in, and maybe you can find solace in the fact that I am looking for a new member of my crew...
Everyone looks at me puzzled not sure why I am offering up a spot in my ranks.
Lively: That's right...you are more then qualified to scratch my nuts. I have body guard, a chauffeur. I have a camera man, I have a microphone holder, and if you are interested Vincent you can the JESUS's personal ball scratcher!!! At least it's something you can excel at.
I take the title from my shoulder and hold it in my hand almost showing the body language of being done with this shoot.
Lively: Lord knows you won't be successful when standing across from me. Pennington I'm you are too stupid to listen to my advice. Call is foolish pride, but I know you won't do the smart thing which would be back out while you still have a chance. Despite your ignorance and overall defiance of your savior just remember this...if you bring anything similar to the lack luster showings that you prance around here with in previous weeks...God help your soul, because the JESUS is going to shit all over it, simple as that!!!
With that I end my verbal rant and walk back to the limo waiting rather impatiently for my mother to open the door. The camera cuts off and I can honestly tell you that my mood is focused on nothing more then making an example out of Vincent Pennington. He will be the foreshadowing for the Meltdown roster. he serves as a sign of things to come when they all get welcomed to One Night In Hell with the JESUS.
