Therapy

["The Hottest Shit Going"]

Our scene opens up inside what seems to be a shrinks office. In a chair sits a man with a clip board and a pen. The traditional nerd type glasses on his face like most shrinks wear on the edge of their nose for when they look down while taking notes. The door to the office opens up, and in walks the JESUS of wrestling, the future hall of famer, picture of perfection Michael Lively. The White Lion wearing a Hail Kaos t-shirt, a pair of shorts, and the overdrive title strapped around his waist. The APW superstar is followed by his mother, and the two walk in to the office. The psychiatrist stands greeting the champ. Lively looks at the man with disgust as he tries to shake Lively's hand.

JESUS: Listen Doc...I don't know if you have been informed...but I'm the second coming of christ...the closest thing to perfection that has ever graced the earth. You can't just walk up and shake the hand of the son of God.

Doc: So...you have a JESUS complex...intresting...let us have a seat.

JESUS: You are telling me, that you haven't heard of Michael Lively...you gotta be shitting me...where you been cooped up in this office for the past year...you got have cable or satellite in here...I mean week in and week out I grace the screens of television all over the country. My images, and greatness is broad casted for all to see.

Doc: So lets get to business I charge by the hour, why are you here.

JESUS: Well first money is no object, I mean I have been raking in the earnings with each successful title defense it's money in the bank, second...I'm not sure why...but so people said it may help me, I don't see why I need help. I mean I'm the Hottest Shit Going, I have some gold...

Doc: If your referring to that belt you are wearing, it seems to be silver.

JESUS: Excuse me...this title represents all my hard work, this title is the most prestigious title in the history of wrestling.

Doc: Well..in the Olympics the top notch is Gold, and Silver represents second place.

JESUS: So you are telling me that this title isn't the highest honor in wrestling, this title isn't the pinnacle of the sport...your telling the JESUS he isn't first, he's second...you tell me who I'm second to...NONE...thats right second to god damn no body...Vin...beat him...Justin Job took this title from him...Ruby...that asshole tried twice to get this, but got treated like the animal fucker he really is, Hell I beat Spirit Tara Jacobs last week...thats a nasty cunt...that fucking broad eats men alive...but this one..thats right I fucking took her to the wood shed.

Ms. Lively: Uhh Michael Jeff kind of screwed Spirit, and gave you the assist.

The Lion jumps off the couch, then slaps his mother in the face violently.

JESUS: You don't disrespect the JESUS...down play my achievements, or even hint to the fact that I may loose in that ring...got that straight.

Ms. Lively looks at the Doc as if she wished he had something to say. The psychiatrist takes notes real fast then, looks up at the mother, son combo. The Doc takes a deep breath, then crosses his legs.

Doc: Listen....now I don't know your situation, but I must say Ms. Lively you were out of line. I mean can't belittle your son, or his achievements. I mean the thing I was addressing is he shouldn't settle for second, or live in a make believe world were second is acceptable. If you don't mind Ms. Lively you are disturbing Michael...and he doesn't have the freedom to express himself around you.

Ms. Lively: So it's OK that he react in violence...

Doc: Well obviously he has some pent up anger, his childhood must of been traumatic, where I sit, I see a talented young man, with the potential to great things, but he is held back. By what...well thats where I come in, and we can not do our work with you here hindering him.

Ms. Lively with disgust on her face, and holding her cheek stands. She shoots an evil glare toward the two men, and exits the office. Just before the door closes Michael hollers out.

JESUS: Hey you better be at the car when I'm done.

The door shuts, and Lively then lays down on the couch, kicking up his feet getting comfortable.

JESUS: You know Doc this is fucking amazing...I thought you would over analyze me, and you know we wouldn't hit it off, but damn I feeling this...you are coming from the same place as me, it's like you are in my head.

Doc: Well if she needs to learn her place then she needs to learn, obviously she has traumatized you enough it's holding you back for your peak potential. If you don't mind could you kind of turn on your side a little kind of looking toward the plant, yeah thats it...move you leg a little, OK good, your in perfect position for therapy.

Lively looks at the Doc rather weird.

JESUS: So do you always have your patients pose like playmates when you have sessions.

Doc: Oh yeah...all the time it puts people in a state of relaxation so they can release. So tell me about your child hood.

JESUS: Which one...

Doc: What...

JESUS: Yeah the first one I was born in Bethlehem, not much was documented until later on in my life, and thats mostly cause a teenage JESUS with the shit I can do...you talk about trouble...anyways.. my second childhood was sketchy. Born in Ft. Lauderdale Florida...father was a drug dealer, white trash hillbilly from northern Florida. You know the norm...Prom King, voted most popular, pretty much ruled high school, graduated, and broke into wrestling. The rest is history...the world was graced with their savior.

As Michael spills his guts, his eyes travel around the room. He stops noticing a video camera teddy bear on a shelf behind the Doc, pointed right at the JESUS. Lively sits up, has a look of concern on his face.

JESUS: Hey man...what's the deal with the bear...

Doc: It's a present from a patient...just lay down and continue..please just lay back down Michael...we are doing well.

Lively stands walks over to the bear grabs it, then throws it into the lap of the Doc.

JESUS: So a paitient gave you a nanny cam teddy bear...Oh....wait...you had me posing...you nasty...

Doc: Michael it's...well.... I kind of was refereed to take you on because...well you are the women hater...I just thought...

JESUS: Thought what...Listen I have a match this week...and a title defense after that...you may not believe this but it is a little draining being this damn great, and I come to clear my head...you are perving on me.

Doc: Well Doctor Wacko said you....

JESUS: Doctor Wacko....he recomended....

Lively grabs the Doc by his collar picking him up out of the chair. Lively looks at the man, lets go steps back back flips kicking the Doc right under the chin. Lively hits his knees, the up to his feet leaps in the air with a superman flying shoulder tackle sending the therapist down and over his chair. Lively picks up the Teddy Bear, sets it on the mans chest. Lively then sits back on the couch looking toward the bears lens held within it's eye.

JESUS: Doctor Wacko...I guess all you shrinks are a bit weird, or queer, or who knows...but I must admit at least you fuckers have great taste...I mean a rugged handsome guy like myself should be ones focus for lust, but you see it just won't work, I don't run that way. For those who dwell in the Hershey Highway, and pickle puff it truly their prerogative, Who am I to judge...oh wait I'm the mother fucking JESUS. Thats right I am the one who can be the judge...well then..I think your obsession is sick, it's twisted, in some ways I'm flattered, but in others I'm outright disgusted. Let me tell you something jack...I'm no joke in the ring, hence why I'm still the champion. So I will tell you like I tell everyone else who walks through those ropes with me. Tonight may be you lucky night..cause the title isn't on the line...so there a glimpse of hope for you. You see people like you may get a victory over me, but not when it counts...just ask Iggy...he's banking his whole career on the fact that he beat me...but for what...nothing...he won nothing...my record...he flawed me...not in the least cause that night while he cuddled up to a Mexican whore, and an empty bottle of tequila, and a rotted worm burring in his gut...I'm the fucking JESUS went home, and snuggled with the Overdrive championship. You see this title is the end all be all. I am the Overdrive championship, you see....thats what matters..that what makes me different than Iggy the Lizard, thats what separates me from the Vin's, the Ruby's, the Job's, and the Von Dutch's...you see Wacko...your choice for a role model is one of education, smarts, and great taste. Unfortunately for you tonight is like a double edge sword...you will be face to face with the man of your dreams, the greatest model of humanity to ever walk the earth, but on the other hand...you will find out exactly why I am where I am, why those who have fallen to the black plague of APW are no longer around. Not only am I the Hottest Shit Going, but I am the Father, the Holy Spirit, and the Son....thats right jack the mother fucking Trinity rolled into one perfect package standing right across the ring from you. Tonight dreams can come true...you will have the white Lion all over you, maybe be the victim of the Lions Bite, a Pele kick, or even a Prelude...what ever your fancy...and when the dusts settles, and the smoke clears...after that bells rings, and the ref raises my hand in victory....I'll pull out a sharpie, and personally autograph one of your new bruises...courtesy of the one and only JESUS mother fucking Christ himself...Michael God Damn Lively. You see...your obsession with me....it;s seems to be some what of a mockery...and the JESUS...doesn't except that very much...not from my mother...or some whacked out mental patient. So tonight it's on...and like a high school heartthrob...I break the heart of a pathetic...nerdy...crush. The love note has been passed around the room...I have circled no...and will drive that point home in the ring. Pain, sacrifice, hard work, infatuation, lust, sexual tension, this match may just have it all...and the savior of wrestling will be there as well. So once the bell rings, and you have the full fury of the White Lion...you obsession may just switch to some one less dangerous like Jason Royce, or the prissy broad know as Fyre Angel. Wacko you are walking to the alter of the church, about to stand before the son of God, drops to your knees, say your prayers, I'm here waiting...listening...and ready to piss on your dreams.

Lively stands, swats the nanny cam teddy bear aside, grabs his title, and leaves the office.