Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Oct 15, 2008 23:01:52 GMT -4
Somewhere deep in the heart of Japan is a busy city. Downtown in this city the people jam the streets, and crowd the sidewalks. On the corner of Wa Chang Ave and Chu Cheng blvd. sits a newly constructed McDonald's. The door flings open to the restaurant, and the Overdrive champion leaps into the lobby of the Micky D's. Lively looks around like an eager child, his eyes fix on the Happy Meal toy display. The man screams out "Oh Shit" and runs over to the display putting his hands on each side of the plastic case, with drool streaming from his mouth, as his eyes seem glazed over. He turns back looking at his mother with those puppy dog eyes that most children show when they want something.
JESUS: They have the new APW superstar toys.
Ms. Lively: Alright Michael....lets order.
The two walks toward the counter to get in line. Ms. Lively gets in line like most normal up standing citizens, but her son, well you can guess. He cuts right to the front of the line. He plops his hands down on the counter making a loud thud. The people in the front of the line that have just been cut begin to speak in a loud tone of voice toward the Overdrive champion. Being in another language the White Lion pays no attention cause it really doesn't register to him. A Japanese man comes forward speaking in an irritated tone places his hand on Lively's shoulder. This act registers with the JESUS, and prompts the self absorbed man to react. The Lion turns toward the slant eyes fellow, put his nose against the mans yellow sniffer, and responds.
JESUS: Listen Bruce Lee...I don't know who you think you are...but Budha wont be able to pull your head out of your ass when the JESUS is done fucking you up. Look (Pointing toward the toy display) Those are APW toy's...I am an APW GOD....the Hottest Shit Going...and unless you wish to have the fury of the JESUS unleash on you yellow, plate faced ass, I suggest you back the fuck up right now Chung Fat.
Lively then flat palms the man in the face shoving him backward into another patron. The two collide, as Sprite spills all over the two men who have just been the victims of what the world is calling a JESUS moment. This is were you get caught in the vortex of Michael Lively and his ego....inocent bystanders, and women a like suffer from this new world epidemic. Lively turns toward the other people in line, strike his I am JESUS pose then points by his side, prompting a quick response from his mother. She scampers to his side, as he turns back looking up at the menu.
JESUS: Listen up....I want a chicken nugget Mighty Kids Meal....nix the fries I'll take apple dippers, hold the Carmel, and a milk. I'll have hot mustard dipping sauce...you know what...I want fresh nuggets too...I don't want those nasty fuckers sitting under the hot lamps getting all mushy from steam....the JESUS must have the freshest of McNuggety goodness....and I guess what ever she's having.
Ms. Lively then orders herself a meal and then pays the cashier. The two wait off to the side as the crew makes their food. Lively then tells his mother that he is going to have a seat, and she can bring the food to the table when it's ready. Ms. Lively soon has the loaded tray in hand, and begins scouring the restaurant for her son. Her eyes spot her offspring in the children's area. She enters the children's play zone, and in no surprise there is Michael Lively pinking out a few children trying to use the video game system in the center of the indoor playground. Her son berates the children, then shoves one to the ground, and turns to the other with an evil look. He notices his mother with the food.
JESUS: Here bitches I don't want to play anyways...fucking punk ass whiners. Wheres my toy...ah....
***SLAP***
The White Lion's face turns deadly serious. He looks up at his mother with that familiar look. Ms. Lively tries to stand her ground.
JESUS: Did you just slap my hand?
Ms. Lively: Yes I did...you need to eat before you get your toy...no toy till your nuggets are gone...you need to follow some rules...and most of all, mind your manors.
Her son looks down, then pulls out his nuggets like a defeated child. He then pulls the foil back on his hot mustard sauce, dunks a chicken in the spicy condiment. He takes a bite of the nugget, then pulls out his bag of apple dippers. He grabs the bag squeezes it, forcing the air to burst the plastic bag open. Apples flies all over the table, and one hits the floor. Ms. Lively sits down with a bit of a smile on her face. She thinks to herself that the recent advice she has gotten may have worked. She looks at her son, then unwraps her chicken sand which. Michael bends over to grab the apple slice that has hit the floor, he stands walks to the trash tossing the green bite size slice in the receptacle. He then walks toward the table, stops, and just as his mother clamps her mouth down on the chicken sandwich, the sickening crack from Lively's viscous super kick blares out. His mother falls forward into the pile of fries scattered in front of her. The man with the most victories in APW has a seat across from his mother. He reaches in the bag snatching out his toy. He notices the patrons around him stunned, he smirks and opens his toy. He pulls out the APW toy looking at it a bit puzzled.
JESUS: I'm the fucking man in APW...but who the fuck is this.
He then grabs the paper that holds the description, looking it over. The toy slams down right in front of his mother who is still out from the loving touch from his mother. He lifts her head, tilts it toward him then lays it back down. The women having a bit of mayonnaise in the corner of her mouth.
JESUS: Wow theres a look thats fitting you whore...now listen up....Fyre Angel...they made a toy of Fyre Angel for McDonalds....there should have only been six toy's all in different positions of the JESUS. The JESUS POSE, the LION'S BITE, PRELUDE, SUPER KICK, hells it goes on and on...Yeah they have the White Lion toy, a Twister toy, Trevor Blackwell, Matt Metal, Sabur....hell there is no Iggy toy...but a Fyre Angel toy....the next thing you know the management well put her in the ring with me.
***BEEP***BEEP**
Lively's phone rings off signaling that he has just received a text message.
JESUS: Holy hell....I'm good...here's next weeks card...Dork vs...who cares...such and such...here...FUCK ME....I KNEW IT!
Lively slams down the phone, throws a nuggets across the table bouncing it off his unconscious mother.
JESUS: I'm fighting Fyre Angel...or should I say Fyre Angel is fighting me...another filthy broad...first you run around putting my gold on the line...then you tell the JESUS to eat his nuggets before getting the toy out...well shows you hunh mother...and I will show the Fyre Angel that the JESUS doesn't fuck around. The second coming of Christ despises women, for if those fucking disgraces wouldn't have bit the apple I wouldn't have had to come to this dirty fucking world and be crucified. So the what exactly has Fyre Angel done in the APW besides lose.
Just then a tug on the Lion's hooded vest gets his attention and the champion of Overdrive turns toward a little kid holding a Fyre Angel toy, along with a Kristina Blackwell. The Asian child smiles with his eyes closed.
Child: Fyre Angel is tag champion.
The joyful child bangs her two toys together and yells out in some sort of Japanese battle cry. The White Lion quickly back hands the little boy to the floor. The child falls to the ground crying, and his mother rushes over to check if he is OK while the father jumps up in a fit of rage. Seeing that his child was just assaulted the natural thing to do is fuck up who ever was the violator. Lively takes a bite of chicken nugget, then stands facing the man. The White Lion's feet shift sideways, and the perfectly aimed super kick is planted right on the chin of his soon to be attacker. Lively of course being the arrogant asshole he is strikes the JESUS pose, then dumps French fries covered with ketchup on the mans face. The women screams in terror as her husband is rendered unconscious by the Hottest Shit Going.
The women grabs her son leaving her sleeping husband on the playroom floor. She walks over toward the manager, telling him about the madness, while other patrons seem to be calling the police. Lively stands looks around at the mayhem. His mother laying there like a sack of shit face first on French fries, this man layed out looking like a murder victim with ketchup all over his face. Then Lively looks around seeing kids he has been rude to, shoved around, and bullied in this restaurant. Thinking quickly the Lion reaches into his mothers purse snatching out his AM EX black card.
JESUS: The fix-it card.
Lively then heads in the direction of the managers office. Some time later the Japanese authorities come into the Micky D's. They get bombarded by the patrons of the restaurant, proclaiming insults, and assaults by Michael Lively. The officers take a few statements then ask someone for the manager of the restaurant.
"I'm the owner" calls out a voice.
Then from the back walks Michael McLively, with a credit card receipt in hand. The people begin screaming in their native tongue that he is the man who attacked their children, and husbands.
JESUS: Something I can help you with guy's.
Officer: You are the owner...these people said you have committed some pretty violent crimes here today.
JESUS: Listen officer...I just purchased this restaurant cause of the wonderful service, I'm not sure the problem, these people began screaming about an American taking over their McDonalds..cursing at me and such, I simply went to the back to wait for you gentlemen.
The police look at each other.
JESUS: I'm feeling a little nervous for my saftey...should I call the American Embasy...I would think any country wouldn't mind America sniffing around poking their nose in.
The police whisper to each other then usher all the patrons out of the store. Lively smirks then waves as the trouble causing customers are escorted out from the new McLively's in Japan.
JESUS: Thats right get those disrespectful fuckers out of my establishment.
Ms. Lively then comes to consciousness, stands up from behind the counter. She stands holding the back of her head.
Ms. Lively: What happened?
JESUS: Well you missed quit a few things...first you got dealt with for taking the advice from a dingy broad who wears a mask, Never keep the JESUS from his Happy Meal toy, second some snotty kids and their parents learned about JESUS, and lastly I bought a McDonald's...so in all it's a productive day.
Ms. Lively: You bought a McDonalds
JESUS: Yes...this one..and it's now McLively's
Ms. Lively: You fighting Fyre Angel in a week, how are you going to run a restaurant.
JESUS: So you knew about Fyre Angel...nice remind me to kick you again later....as many bumps as you take, your brain will be mush in about four months...as for the resteraunt...it'll run it's self, I put it on my AM EX Black card...figured with all the victory purses I keep racking up, I might as well treat my self...so fix my a McFlurry with M & M's. As for Fyre Angel...I could simply drops a batch of fries in the greaser, throw a couple of McLively patties on the grill, send out a few drive Thur orders, and I'll more then prepared to deal with someone like the redheaded lost soul. You know she speaks about Hell like she knows of it...last time I checked only one person has gone to Hell and back...and you are looking at him.
Ms. Lively shakes her head then hands her son the McFlurry. He takes the spoon digs in, and has a nice big bite.
JESUS: You see..I am undoubtedly the most dominant singles wrestler in APW...the longest running champion, the MAN..thats right MAN with the most wins...You see had the people in charge put the Lion in the main spotlight from the beginning then I would be at the top of the mountain...but since my first gold came in the form of Overdrive champion...I have ruled that show with a Iron Fist, and brutal tongue. This match will be no different...they will be no one for her to tag in when I'm pounding that ass with ruthless intent. No rest period on the apron, no one to bail you out, just her having what I call a Come to JESUS meeting...where she will be introduced to my Sweet Uterus Music. Fyre may be the best looking female on the roster...also may have the worst record...although Dita may just be catching up with her.
Ms. Lively nods in agreement with her son.
JESUS: It's simple mother...just like every other broad to try their luck against the Holy fucking Spirit of Michael Lively...any women stepping toward the JESUS looking to get over, get spanked, gets beat, get schooled, and is proved to be just a pretty face next to an unbelievably talented son of a bitch. Fyre Angel will be no diffrent...hell I wasn't even worried about Dita Von Amora, but she stood three times more chance to pull out a W against me...and well we all know how that ended up. A red head treated like a whore, and shown the door. That ring...doesn't resemble a bedroom, a kitchen, or any place for a women. APW isn't a whore house...we don't push Diva's, or promote Knockouts...therefore we have no need for silicone implanted pretty faces. I mean based on simple statistics here in APW, and my track record no women at any time stands a chance against me one on one...The facts speak for themselves...I am purely better then her...surely more skilled...and indeed more blessed by the kingdom of Heaven. The JESUS has been chosen to touch the career of Fyre Angel...some one has been praying for this sinful seductress...and the second coming of Christ is ready do my duty up against yet another miserable bitch of a wrestler. Fyre Angel will learn just like you Mother, just like every other nasty broad that has stood across from the JESUS...the kitchen is calling, super needs to be made, dishes are going to get cleaned, and that fucking laundry wont fold it's self...
Lively throws the McFlurry in the trash, the walks over to the grill. He pulls out a few hamburger patties, tosses them on the surface.
JESUS: It's time we make a signature burger...I'm thinking of the Big Mike, No....maybe the McJESUS...yeah a fucking winner every time...a burger that delivers style, shocks the tastes buds, and just always seems to leave you wanting more...the McJESUS...GOD I'm good...but thats why they call me...
Ms Lively: The JESUS...I know.
***SLAP***
Lively plants an open hand right across the cheek of his mother.
JESUS: The Hottest Shit Going...and I need no more from you...now make some fucking fries will ya....but first throw all those other toy's away and load that display up with nothing but ME.
JESUS: They have the new APW superstar toys.
Ms. Lively: Alright Michael....lets order.
The two walks toward the counter to get in line. Ms. Lively gets in line like most normal up standing citizens, but her son, well you can guess. He cuts right to the front of the line. He plops his hands down on the counter making a loud thud. The people in the front of the line that have just been cut begin to speak in a loud tone of voice toward the Overdrive champion. Being in another language the White Lion pays no attention cause it really doesn't register to him. A Japanese man comes forward speaking in an irritated tone places his hand on Lively's shoulder. This act registers with the JESUS, and prompts the self absorbed man to react. The Lion turns toward the slant eyes fellow, put his nose against the mans yellow sniffer, and responds.
JESUS: Listen Bruce Lee...I don't know who you think you are...but Budha wont be able to pull your head out of your ass when the JESUS is done fucking you up. Look (Pointing toward the toy display) Those are APW toy's...I am an APW GOD....the Hottest Shit Going...and unless you wish to have the fury of the JESUS unleash on you yellow, plate faced ass, I suggest you back the fuck up right now Chung Fat.
Lively then flat palms the man in the face shoving him backward into another patron. The two collide, as Sprite spills all over the two men who have just been the victims of what the world is calling a JESUS moment. This is were you get caught in the vortex of Michael Lively and his ego....inocent bystanders, and women a like suffer from this new world epidemic. Lively turns toward the other people in line, strike his I am JESUS pose then points by his side, prompting a quick response from his mother. She scampers to his side, as he turns back looking up at the menu.
JESUS: Listen up....I want a chicken nugget Mighty Kids Meal....nix the fries I'll take apple dippers, hold the Carmel, and a milk. I'll have hot mustard dipping sauce...you know what...I want fresh nuggets too...I don't want those nasty fuckers sitting under the hot lamps getting all mushy from steam....the JESUS must have the freshest of McNuggety goodness....and I guess what ever she's having.
Ms. Lively then orders herself a meal and then pays the cashier. The two wait off to the side as the crew makes their food. Lively then tells his mother that he is going to have a seat, and she can bring the food to the table when it's ready. Ms. Lively soon has the loaded tray in hand, and begins scouring the restaurant for her son. Her eyes spot her offspring in the children's area. She enters the children's play zone, and in no surprise there is Michael Lively pinking out a few children trying to use the video game system in the center of the indoor playground. Her son berates the children, then shoves one to the ground, and turns to the other with an evil look. He notices his mother with the food.
JESUS: Here bitches I don't want to play anyways...fucking punk ass whiners. Wheres my toy...ah....
***SLAP***
The White Lion's face turns deadly serious. He looks up at his mother with that familiar look. Ms. Lively tries to stand her ground.
JESUS: Did you just slap my hand?
Ms. Lively: Yes I did...you need to eat before you get your toy...no toy till your nuggets are gone...you need to follow some rules...and most of all, mind your manors.
Her son looks down, then pulls out his nuggets like a defeated child. He then pulls the foil back on his hot mustard sauce, dunks a chicken in the spicy condiment. He takes a bite of the nugget, then pulls out his bag of apple dippers. He grabs the bag squeezes it, forcing the air to burst the plastic bag open. Apples flies all over the table, and one hits the floor. Ms. Lively sits down with a bit of a smile on her face. She thinks to herself that the recent advice she has gotten may have worked. She looks at her son, then unwraps her chicken sand which. Michael bends over to grab the apple slice that has hit the floor, he stands walks to the trash tossing the green bite size slice in the receptacle. He then walks toward the table, stops, and just as his mother clamps her mouth down on the chicken sandwich, the sickening crack from Lively's viscous super kick blares out. His mother falls forward into the pile of fries scattered in front of her. The man with the most victories in APW has a seat across from his mother. He reaches in the bag snatching out his toy. He notices the patrons around him stunned, he smirks and opens his toy. He pulls out the APW toy looking at it a bit puzzled.
JESUS: I'm the fucking man in APW...but who the fuck is this.
He then grabs the paper that holds the description, looking it over. The toy slams down right in front of his mother who is still out from the loving touch from his mother. He lifts her head, tilts it toward him then lays it back down. The women having a bit of mayonnaise in the corner of her mouth.
JESUS: Wow theres a look thats fitting you whore...now listen up....Fyre Angel...they made a toy of Fyre Angel for McDonalds....there should have only been six toy's all in different positions of the JESUS. The JESUS POSE, the LION'S BITE, PRELUDE, SUPER KICK, hells it goes on and on...Yeah they have the White Lion toy, a Twister toy, Trevor Blackwell, Matt Metal, Sabur....hell there is no Iggy toy...but a Fyre Angel toy....the next thing you know the management well put her in the ring with me.
***BEEP***BEEP**
Lively's phone rings off signaling that he has just received a text message.
JESUS: Holy hell....I'm good...here's next weeks card...Dork vs...who cares...such and such...here...FUCK ME....I KNEW IT!
Lively slams down the phone, throws a nuggets across the table bouncing it off his unconscious mother.
JESUS: I'm fighting Fyre Angel...or should I say Fyre Angel is fighting me...another filthy broad...first you run around putting my gold on the line...then you tell the JESUS to eat his nuggets before getting the toy out...well shows you hunh mother...and I will show the Fyre Angel that the JESUS doesn't fuck around. The second coming of Christ despises women, for if those fucking disgraces wouldn't have bit the apple I wouldn't have had to come to this dirty fucking world and be crucified. So the what exactly has Fyre Angel done in the APW besides lose.
Just then a tug on the Lion's hooded vest gets his attention and the champion of Overdrive turns toward a little kid holding a Fyre Angel toy, along with a Kristina Blackwell. The Asian child smiles with his eyes closed.
Child: Fyre Angel is tag champion.
The joyful child bangs her two toys together and yells out in some sort of Japanese battle cry. The White Lion quickly back hands the little boy to the floor. The child falls to the ground crying, and his mother rushes over to check if he is OK while the father jumps up in a fit of rage. Seeing that his child was just assaulted the natural thing to do is fuck up who ever was the violator. Lively takes a bite of chicken nugget, then stands facing the man. The White Lion's feet shift sideways, and the perfectly aimed super kick is planted right on the chin of his soon to be attacker. Lively of course being the arrogant asshole he is strikes the JESUS pose, then dumps French fries covered with ketchup on the mans face. The women screams in terror as her husband is rendered unconscious by the Hottest Shit Going.
The women grabs her son leaving her sleeping husband on the playroom floor. She walks over toward the manager, telling him about the madness, while other patrons seem to be calling the police. Lively stands looks around at the mayhem. His mother laying there like a sack of shit face first on French fries, this man layed out looking like a murder victim with ketchup all over his face. Then Lively looks around seeing kids he has been rude to, shoved around, and bullied in this restaurant. Thinking quickly the Lion reaches into his mothers purse snatching out his AM EX black card.
JESUS: The fix-it card.
Lively then heads in the direction of the managers office. Some time later the Japanese authorities come into the Micky D's. They get bombarded by the patrons of the restaurant, proclaiming insults, and assaults by Michael Lively. The officers take a few statements then ask someone for the manager of the restaurant.
"I'm the owner" calls out a voice.
Then from the back walks Michael McLively, with a credit card receipt in hand. The people begin screaming in their native tongue that he is the man who attacked their children, and husbands.
JESUS: Something I can help you with guy's.
Officer: You are the owner...these people said you have committed some pretty violent crimes here today.
JESUS: Listen officer...I just purchased this restaurant cause of the wonderful service, I'm not sure the problem, these people began screaming about an American taking over their McDonalds..cursing at me and such, I simply went to the back to wait for you gentlemen.
The police look at each other.
JESUS: I'm feeling a little nervous for my saftey...should I call the American Embasy...I would think any country wouldn't mind America sniffing around poking their nose in.
The police whisper to each other then usher all the patrons out of the store. Lively smirks then waves as the trouble causing customers are escorted out from the new McLively's in Japan.
JESUS: Thats right get those disrespectful fuckers out of my establishment.
Ms. Lively then comes to consciousness, stands up from behind the counter. She stands holding the back of her head.
Ms. Lively: What happened?
JESUS: Well you missed quit a few things...first you got dealt with for taking the advice from a dingy broad who wears a mask, Never keep the JESUS from his Happy Meal toy, second some snotty kids and their parents learned about JESUS, and lastly I bought a McDonald's...so in all it's a productive day.
Ms. Lively: You bought a McDonalds
JESUS: Yes...this one..and it's now McLively's
Ms. Lively: You fighting Fyre Angel in a week, how are you going to run a restaurant.
JESUS: So you knew about Fyre Angel...nice remind me to kick you again later....as many bumps as you take, your brain will be mush in about four months...as for the resteraunt...it'll run it's self, I put it on my AM EX Black card...figured with all the victory purses I keep racking up, I might as well treat my self...so fix my a McFlurry with M & M's. As for Fyre Angel...I could simply drops a batch of fries in the greaser, throw a couple of McLively patties on the grill, send out a few drive Thur orders, and I'll more then prepared to deal with someone like the redheaded lost soul. You know she speaks about Hell like she knows of it...last time I checked only one person has gone to Hell and back...and you are looking at him.
Ms. Lively shakes her head then hands her son the McFlurry. He takes the spoon digs in, and has a nice big bite.
JESUS: You see..I am undoubtedly the most dominant singles wrestler in APW...the longest running champion, the MAN..thats right MAN with the most wins...You see had the people in charge put the Lion in the main spotlight from the beginning then I would be at the top of the mountain...but since my first gold came in the form of Overdrive champion...I have ruled that show with a Iron Fist, and brutal tongue. This match will be no different...they will be no one for her to tag in when I'm pounding that ass with ruthless intent. No rest period on the apron, no one to bail you out, just her having what I call a Come to JESUS meeting...where she will be introduced to my Sweet Uterus Music. Fyre may be the best looking female on the roster...also may have the worst record...although Dita may just be catching up with her.
Ms. Lively nods in agreement with her son.
JESUS: It's simple mother...just like every other broad to try their luck against the Holy fucking Spirit of Michael Lively...any women stepping toward the JESUS looking to get over, get spanked, gets beat, get schooled, and is proved to be just a pretty face next to an unbelievably talented son of a bitch. Fyre Angel will be no diffrent...hell I wasn't even worried about Dita Von Amora, but she stood three times more chance to pull out a W against me...and well we all know how that ended up. A red head treated like a whore, and shown the door. That ring...doesn't resemble a bedroom, a kitchen, or any place for a women. APW isn't a whore house...we don't push Diva's, or promote Knockouts...therefore we have no need for silicone implanted pretty faces. I mean based on simple statistics here in APW, and my track record no women at any time stands a chance against me one on one...The facts speak for themselves...I am purely better then her...surely more skilled...and indeed more blessed by the kingdom of Heaven. The JESUS has been chosen to touch the career of Fyre Angel...some one has been praying for this sinful seductress...and the second coming of Christ is ready do my duty up against yet another miserable bitch of a wrestler. Fyre Angel will learn just like you Mother, just like every other nasty broad that has stood across from the JESUS...the kitchen is calling, super needs to be made, dishes are going to get cleaned, and that fucking laundry wont fold it's self...
Lively throws the McFlurry in the trash, the walks over to the grill. He pulls out a few hamburger patties, tosses them on the surface.
JESUS: It's time we make a signature burger...I'm thinking of the Big Mike, No....maybe the McJESUS...yeah a fucking winner every time...a burger that delivers style, shocks the tastes buds, and just always seems to leave you wanting more...the McJESUS...GOD I'm good...but thats why they call me...
Ms Lively: The JESUS...I know.
***SLAP***
Lively plants an open hand right across the cheek of his mother.
JESUS: The Hottest Shit Going...and I need no more from you...now make some fucking fries will ya....but first throw all those other toy's away and load that display up with nothing but ME.
