Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Oct 31, 2008 18:57:30 GMT -4
A door creeps open in the back door of the arena. The camera catches the hooded figure of Michael Lively walking into the arena. A backpack strapped over his shoulders, and his hands in the pockets of his hoody. The man apparently wearing a pair of ear buds, connecting to his ipod. The man's face very calm, and he seems cool for a man that isn't even a week out from being nailed to a cross, and loosing his precious title. The self proclaimed JESUS of wrestling has just been knocked down from his pedestal, hell he was ripped down, and then stomped. Lively is met by Phil and a cameraman. APW sends Phil cause frankly he's getting pretty good at taking bumps from the boy's, and Cindy Shannon would seriously get hurt walking up to the self dubber Woman Hater fresh off the worst week of his life. Phil then jams the mic in front of Lively who stops in his tracks. He pulls the ear buds out so he can hear the questions clearly.
Phil: Michael Lively...you seem pretty calm for a man that has just went through what you have.
Lively: Yeah...well..you know.
Just then Ms. Lively runs up to her son, with a bundle of envelopes in her hands. She then hands the pile of envelopes over. Michael looks at them a little off, not sure what to think.
Lively: What's this...fan mail.
Ms. Lively: No...it's actually fines.
Lively: Fines...for what.
Ms. Lively: Well APW is fining you for one...exposing yourself at the PPV, secondly urinating in public, then attempting to urinate on another human being. Then there is the dry cleaning fee for having the canvass cleaned from the same instance. Then from your last promo the FCC is fining APW who has passed the buck onto you for you repeated talk about spitting on CoK.
Lively: I can't believe they are finning me...you go get me the ratings of my match, compared to the rest of the PPV...I guaran-damn-tee that my match beat all the other shit on that card. I mean Billy Dork getting dominated...the same old same old Hardcore Ice bullshit, and then the classic three stages of hell match...that fucker was so good the audience turned the channel to see a re-run of Everybody Loves Raymond. I really can't believe I'm being fined.
The White Lion then sees an envelope looking a little different from the others.
Lively: Whats this one (holding up a different envelope)
Ms. Lively: Thats the paperwork for a HIV test.
Lively: What...
Ms. Lively: I guess after you splattered your blood all over Chase's face...he complained..and is demanding you be tested..so he can know if he was infected.
Lively: Infected...I don't have the HIV...sweet so I gonna have to walk the aisle, and give ol' Chase some fancy foot work from the Hottest Shit Going.
"Well it's good to see your all fired up and ready for some action."
The voice of Hurricane Jeff rings out, as Phil, Lively, and his mom turn to see the president of APW looking on.
Jeff: Since your feeling all good about your self, all confident, I booking you in a match later on tonight.
Lively: You know...I held a title longer then anyone else in your fed...I hold the most victories in this organization, and last week I was not only nailed to a cross, but set on fire, then forced to compete defending my title. Now after that screw job...your booking me in a match...I mean I can't even sign a contract...my hand's are still fucked.
Jeff: Lucky for you we the open contract for Monday nights...and besides the whole roster is damn near injured, or damaged after the hell of a show I put forward for the people.
Lively: Alright I thought I was the one whose supposed to put myself over...who am I fighting Prez.
Jeff: Well it's been said that you winning the Overdrive title held you back. I mean you were damn good enough to win it, and damn great enough to keep it. So now that your out from under the burdens of that title...I'm moving you up. Tonight it's you...versus....
Lively: Spit it out damn it...I can't take suspense.
Jeff: Twister...good luck.
Lively smiles at Jeff's announcement. The man obviously pleased that he is moving up in the world. Now he takes on the former World champion. Beating the former champ would make a hell of a statement. This thought runs through the mind of the White Lion as he walks to his locker room. The man throws the fines over his shoulder.
Lively: Mom...go write Jeff a check for those...or work your magic...maybe a few fines will be dropped.
Ms. Lively smirks at th thought of meeting up with Jeff. The cougar of APW once held a crush on the rugged boss of the fed. She grabs the envelopes up, and heads in the direction of the Hurra-offices.
About an hour later the music of Michael Lively hits, and the arena fills with boo's. The picture of the Hottest Shit Going appears on the screen of the tron. The people in the arena fix their eyes upon the self proclaimed JESUS of APW. He flips his hood backward, reveling himself to the crowd. His scabs built up upon his forehead where the crown of barbedwire was placed. His cheek a little bruised from the shots of Arcadia. His lip swollen, and it's no secret he had been in a fight. The man looks down very humble, and then begins to speak.
Lively: Today...it is a sad day...a sad day for Christianity. The crucifixion of the JESUS...and the dethroning of a king. The church is rocked at it's only surviving foundation. I represent a solid piece of the greatest stable in wrestling history...the Church of Kaos. With the great Kenny Lambardo...
The fans boo Kenny, but some cheer the Kaotik and remember the greatness he brought forth to the ring.
Lively: Like I was saying...Kenny having to step aside from the assault of Phate...left the Church alone...with no GOD in sight. Well the JESUS stepped forward...reminding people about the GOD...reminding the world of his greatness, his power, and glory...but this Judas...this dirty bitch thrown from the Church came in and rocked everyting that I stood for, believed in, and was. At One Night In Hell...I brought every ounce of ass kicking JESUS I could bring...and yet it was not enough. This video gaming masked crusader got the better of Michael Lively. I asked myself why...and the conclusion I came up with was...Well I let her win...
The fans boo violently.
Lively: Thats right...boo all you want...that title was holding me back, my potential was stifled by being the most dominant Overdrive champion that will ever hold the title.
Chase: Thats so untrue...she nailed him with his own finisher, nailed him to a cross, hell he tried everything he could to beat her.
Harvey: But she would stay down...it was her time. Besides if he were letting her win....I doubt he would let her get over with his move.
Lively: So I'm moving on to greener pastures...I'm climbing to the next level, and tonight is just the beginning. Not only did I rule the Overdrive scene, but I layed down a record 155 day run as champion. I hold the most victories in the company, and they are going to keep adding up as I continue on. I'm moving forward...and making the statement right here and now. I will be the first wrestler in APW to hold every title it has. I will be the greatest wrestler, most decorated in APW history. So if you hold APW gold...beware...cause the Hottest Shit Going..is going to further his career by possibly taking your belt...making you a former champion. Could be Streets...could be Hardcore Ice...or even that mongoloid Man-cow...it makes no difference to the JESUS. There will be time for all that later, but tonight...it's me...and Twister.
Lively looks up to the camera as if looking out to the arena.
Lively: Twister goes one on one with Michael Lively. Sure to be an epic, guaranteed to be an instant classic, one to watch for sure. You see folks I may not be the second coming of Christ...I may not be the re-incarnation of JESUS...but I'm pretty fucking close. I mean it gets no prettier in the ring than ME. Twister look at your title run compared to mine...they don't even match up. I dropped many of men. I didn't come across my title by luck of the draw. I earned it, fought to keep it, and it seems on this evening we are both in the same spot. Without gold, and in each others face's.
Lively clears his throat, then strikes the JESUS pose.
Lively: Twister...the difference is...with me loosing the Overdrive title...theres only one direction to go...UP. You loosing the World title...offers you one direction back down the ladder. Tonight we cross paths on that ladder. From where I'm standing...you are in my way. I'm throwing you aside, and taking your spot. Twister, Michael Lively has arrived. Have we ever faced off with each other?...who knows...I don't...it's kind of hard to remember who you fought when you had such an impressive streak like I did...but something I do remember is beating Sabur....and rather easy.
Lively smirks at the screen
Lively: Last month it seemed like you had the time of your life escaping that large monkey with your belt. Then at One Night in Hell...you didn't even make it to the final two....kind of a shame for the champion going into the match. Really kind of puts your title reign as suspect to me. Hell maybe Sabur mad a ton of sense, maybe he knew what he was speaking of when it came to you, your skills, even position in the company. Either way...I'm so fucking amazing...and it's time you find out. It's time for the JESUS to ascend. I'm moving up, and what better way to spring forward then defeating the great Twister. Kicking the former champion down the ranks a little, send him tumbling in to obscurity. Listen there is still time to tell the world your injured from the chamber...you can go into hiding again, no one will hold it against you. Listen in about two years...you can contact Jeff. The production team can go to work on building hype, video pieces, and then you can make exciting return...shock the world once more. As for tonight...that horrible week you were having is going to continue on, if you step in there against me. The bus has just pulled up, I'm stepping on, and running you down. I'm going to not just beat you, but humiliate you in the process. I'm gunning for your spot, taking your place. This monday...the show is called Overdrive, a show that I was champion of for about one hundred fifty five days. I stood as the figure head of Overdrive, and on that very show I will step closer to the big time. I will out wrestle you, out shine you, and just plain shame you while I try and step up the ranks, and take my place as the greatest wrestler to ever walk the earth. First thing is first I will take the APW, make the records, grab the belts, and then stake my name as the mark...the name to beat. In November I will walking into the home of another fed...to defeat a number of others, in the attempts to be the King of the Cage.
Lively pauses a moment in the thoughts of his future glory.
Lively: OK...enough about my future greatness, and back to the present greatness I have planned. Beating the former champion. The fan favorite...that fuels me beyond anything else. Taking the fans dreams, and pissing right in their face. Shitting on their hopes, and causing overwhelming roars of boo's. So many guy's live for the cheers, and acceptance of the fans. They go for cheap pops, and do anything for peoples applause. I think it's son much harder to turn the fans, keep them hatting you. Never in wrestling has there been a more hated man then Michael Lively. You beg for the cheers Twister...but when I face you...my goal will be to drown the joy of the fans, all while stifling your chances of getting a rematch at the World title. Your title run has ended, Maybe it's time you pack it up, call it a career. The fans will remember you as a great champion, you did what you wanted...you dethroned Doctor Phate. Well if you decide to walk the ramp, step through the ropes, and face off with the JESUS, you rolling the dice of your future. Tainting your image, jeopardizing your legacy, leaving the fans with not only the image of you loosing in the chamber, but being knocked down once more by the White Lion Michael Lively. The only thing that goes down smoother then a shot of Jack...is a Canadian former champion, falling from greatness. Listen Twister...I have nothing against you, I'm just leap frogging over you into the spotlight. I'm going to test your chin with my super kick, test your skills with my athleticism. You see Twister I'm in a win/win situation. Beat you...I move up...loose to you...I would have gave the former champ a run for his money... the only one with anything on the line is you. Thats right Buddy! I have you right by the balls....thats they thing about not fighting a woman...in fact my favorite part of not fighting a woman...I can have a guy by the balls. Those balls in my hand while he squirms....
The fans in the arena begin laughing, Lively then realizes what he was just saying. He then pulls out his cell phone, and dials a number.
Lively: Mom...did you already pat the fines...yeah...your still in his office...cool write another check...I think some more will be coming down the pike....thanks.
Lively then hangs up the phone then gets back to his promo.
Lively: So uhh...Twister, I'd imagine right about now your at a bar, sipping some Jack, pondering your rematch...your chance to regain the belt. If you fall to the JESUS...it'll put doubts in the minds of the bookers..the fans...do you really deserve a rematch. Has he lost that drive, was he a come back fluke, is he washed up. Should he hang up the boots, should he soar off into the sunset. Well Twister...I can't say if you should or shouldn't...I just can help you in the process. Me planting you on your back, making you count the lights, as I ascend to the top, and preform the Hottest move in pro wrestling...the Prelude...no one has ever kicked...
Chase: Yeah he had better think about that comment.
Harvey: Never say never....thats something Arcadia can truly testify to after kicking out of his Prelude.
Lively: OK...the Prelude will surely hurt, and will....fuck it. The point is this, I'm going to beat you Twister, then the bookers...the management, and you will have to make a decision. Should he stay or should he go, is he championship material, or will we just ride his fan base for ticket sales until he retires again. Either way you slice it Twister...the two of us are in for some fun here tonight. You don't strike me as a religious person...so I won't be expecting any prayers from you...but in the ring...I'm sure to piss on your future... Twister it's time for you to have a come to JESUS meeting...maybe theres still time, or hope...to make you a believer...cause once you wake up after defeat...and my music is ringing through your ears...you'll understand...you'll believe in the JESUS...you know exactly why I am the Hottest Shit Going.
Phil: Michael Lively...you seem pretty calm for a man that has just went through what you have.
Lively: Yeah...well..you know.
Just then Ms. Lively runs up to her son, with a bundle of envelopes in her hands. She then hands the pile of envelopes over. Michael looks at them a little off, not sure what to think.
Lively: What's this...fan mail.
Ms. Lively: No...it's actually fines.
Lively: Fines...for what.
Ms. Lively: Well APW is fining you for one...exposing yourself at the PPV, secondly urinating in public, then attempting to urinate on another human being. Then there is the dry cleaning fee for having the canvass cleaned from the same instance. Then from your last promo the FCC is fining APW who has passed the buck onto you for you repeated talk about spitting on CoK.
Lively: I can't believe they are finning me...you go get me the ratings of my match, compared to the rest of the PPV...I guaran-damn-tee that my match beat all the other shit on that card. I mean Billy Dork getting dominated...the same old same old Hardcore Ice bullshit, and then the classic three stages of hell match...that fucker was so good the audience turned the channel to see a re-run of Everybody Loves Raymond. I really can't believe I'm being fined.
The White Lion then sees an envelope looking a little different from the others.
Lively: Whats this one (holding up a different envelope)
Ms. Lively: Thats the paperwork for a HIV test.
Lively: What...
Ms. Lively: I guess after you splattered your blood all over Chase's face...he complained..and is demanding you be tested..so he can know if he was infected.
Lively: Infected...I don't have the HIV...sweet so I gonna have to walk the aisle, and give ol' Chase some fancy foot work from the Hottest Shit Going.
"Well it's good to see your all fired up and ready for some action."
The voice of Hurricane Jeff rings out, as Phil, Lively, and his mom turn to see the president of APW looking on.
Jeff: Since your feeling all good about your self, all confident, I booking you in a match later on tonight.
Lively: You know...I held a title longer then anyone else in your fed...I hold the most victories in this organization, and last week I was not only nailed to a cross, but set on fire, then forced to compete defending my title. Now after that screw job...your booking me in a match...I mean I can't even sign a contract...my hand's are still fucked.
Jeff: Lucky for you we the open contract for Monday nights...and besides the whole roster is damn near injured, or damaged after the hell of a show I put forward for the people.
Lively: Alright I thought I was the one whose supposed to put myself over...who am I fighting Prez.
Jeff: Well it's been said that you winning the Overdrive title held you back. I mean you were damn good enough to win it, and damn great enough to keep it. So now that your out from under the burdens of that title...I'm moving you up. Tonight it's you...versus....
Lively: Spit it out damn it...I can't take suspense.
Jeff: Twister...good luck.
Lively smiles at Jeff's announcement. The man obviously pleased that he is moving up in the world. Now he takes on the former World champion. Beating the former champ would make a hell of a statement. This thought runs through the mind of the White Lion as he walks to his locker room. The man throws the fines over his shoulder.
Lively: Mom...go write Jeff a check for those...or work your magic...maybe a few fines will be dropped.
Ms. Lively smirks at th thought of meeting up with Jeff. The cougar of APW once held a crush on the rugged boss of the fed. She grabs the envelopes up, and heads in the direction of the Hurra-offices.
About an hour later the music of Michael Lively hits, and the arena fills with boo's. The picture of the Hottest Shit Going appears on the screen of the tron. The people in the arena fix their eyes upon the self proclaimed JESUS of APW. He flips his hood backward, reveling himself to the crowd. His scabs built up upon his forehead where the crown of barbedwire was placed. His cheek a little bruised from the shots of Arcadia. His lip swollen, and it's no secret he had been in a fight. The man looks down very humble, and then begins to speak.
Lively: Today...it is a sad day...a sad day for Christianity. The crucifixion of the JESUS...and the dethroning of a king. The church is rocked at it's only surviving foundation. I represent a solid piece of the greatest stable in wrestling history...the Church of Kaos. With the great Kenny Lambardo...
The fans boo Kenny, but some cheer the Kaotik and remember the greatness he brought forth to the ring.
Lively: Like I was saying...Kenny having to step aside from the assault of Phate...left the Church alone...with no GOD in sight. Well the JESUS stepped forward...reminding people about the GOD...reminding the world of his greatness, his power, and glory...but this Judas...this dirty bitch thrown from the Church came in and rocked everyting that I stood for, believed in, and was. At One Night In Hell...I brought every ounce of ass kicking JESUS I could bring...and yet it was not enough. This video gaming masked crusader got the better of Michael Lively. I asked myself why...and the conclusion I came up with was...Well I let her win...
The fans boo violently.
Lively: Thats right...boo all you want...that title was holding me back, my potential was stifled by being the most dominant Overdrive champion that will ever hold the title.
Chase: Thats so untrue...she nailed him with his own finisher, nailed him to a cross, hell he tried everything he could to beat her.
Harvey: But she would stay down...it was her time. Besides if he were letting her win....I doubt he would let her get over with his move.
Lively: So I'm moving on to greener pastures...I'm climbing to the next level, and tonight is just the beginning. Not only did I rule the Overdrive scene, but I layed down a record 155 day run as champion. I hold the most victories in the company, and they are going to keep adding up as I continue on. I'm moving forward...and making the statement right here and now. I will be the first wrestler in APW to hold every title it has. I will be the greatest wrestler, most decorated in APW history. So if you hold APW gold...beware...cause the Hottest Shit Going..is going to further his career by possibly taking your belt...making you a former champion. Could be Streets...could be Hardcore Ice...or even that mongoloid Man-cow...it makes no difference to the JESUS. There will be time for all that later, but tonight...it's me...and Twister.
Lively looks up to the camera as if looking out to the arena.
Lively: Twister goes one on one with Michael Lively. Sure to be an epic, guaranteed to be an instant classic, one to watch for sure. You see folks I may not be the second coming of Christ...I may not be the re-incarnation of JESUS...but I'm pretty fucking close. I mean it gets no prettier in the ring than ME. Twister look at your title run compared to mine...they don't even match up. I dropped many of men. I didn't come across my title by luck of the draw. I earned it, fought to keep it, and it seems on this evening we are both in the same spot. Without gold, and in each others face's.
Lively clears his throat, then strikes the JESUS pose.
Lively: Twister...the difference is...with me loosing the Overdrive title...theres only one direction to go...UP. You loosing the World title...offers you one direction back down the ladder. Tonight we cross paths on that ladder. From where I'm standing...you are in my way. I'm throwing you aside, and taking your spot. Twister, Michael Lively has arrived. Have we ever faced off with each other?...who knows...I don't...it's kind of hard to remember who you fought when you had such an impressive streak like I did...but something I do remember is beating Sabur....and rather easy.
Lively smirks at the screen
Lively: Last month it seemed like you had the time of your life escaping that large monkey with your belt. Then at One Night in Hell...you didn't even make it to the final two....kind of a shame for the champion going into the match. Really kind of puts your title reign as suspect to me. Hell maybe Sabur mad a ton of sense, maybe he knew what he was speaking of when it came to you, your skills, even position in the company. Either way...I'm so fucking amazing...and it's time you find out. It's time for the JESUS to ascend. I'm moving up, and what better way to spring forward then defeating the great Twister. Kicking the former champion down the ranks a little, send him tumbling in to obscurity. Listen there is still time to tell the world your injured from the chamber...you can go into hiding again, no one will hold it against you. Listen in about two years...you can contact Jeff. The production team can go to work on building hype, video pieces, and then you can make exciting return...shock the world once more. As for tonight...that horrible week you were having is going to continue on, if you step in there against me. The bus has just pulled up, I'm stepping on, and running you down. I'm going to not just beat you, but humiliate you in the process. I'm gunning for your spot, taking your place. This monday...the show is called Overdrive, a show that I was champion of for about one hundred fifty five days. I stood as the figure head of Overdrive, and on that very show I will step closer to the big time. I will out wrestle you, out shine you, and just plain shame you while I try and step up the ranks, and take my place as the greatest wrestler to ever walk the earth. First thing is first I will take the APW, make the records, grab the belts, and then stake my name as the mark...the name to beat. In November I will walking into the home of another fed...to defeat a number of others, in the attempts to be the King of the Cage.
Lively pauses a moment in the thoughts of his future glory.
Lively: OK...enough about my future greatness, and back to the present greatness I have planned. Beating the former champion. The fan favorite...that fuels me beyond anything else. Taking the fans dreams, and pissing right in their face. Shitting on their hopes, and causing overwhelming roars of boo's. So many guy's live for the cheers, and acceptance of the fans. They go for cheap pops, and do anything for peoples applause. I think it's son much harder to turn the fans, keep them hatting you. Never in wrestling has there been a more hated man then Michael Lively. You beg for the cheers Twister...but when I face you...my goal will be to drown the joy of the fans, all while stifling your chances of getting a rematch at the World title. Your title run has ended, Maybe it's time you pack it up, call it a career. The fans will remember you as a great champion, you did what you wanted...you dethroned Doctor Phate. Well if you decide to walk the ramp, step through the ropes, and face off with the JESUS, you rolling the dice of your future. Tainting your image, jeopardizing your legacy, leaving the fans with not only the image of you loosing in the chamber, but being knocked down once more by the White Lion Michael Lively. The only thing that goes down smoother then a shot of Jack...is a Canadian former champion, falling from greatness. Listen Twister...I have nothing against you, I'm just leap frogging over you into the spotlight. I'm going to test your chin with my super kick, test your skills with my athleticism. You see Twister I'm in a win/win situation. Beat you...I move up...loose to you...I would have gave the former champ a run for his money... the only one with anything on the line is you. Thats right Buddy! I have you right by the balls....thats they thing about not fighting a woman...in fact my favorite part of not fighting a woman...I can have a guy by the balls. Those balls in my hand while he squirms....
The fans in the arena begin laughing, Lively then realizes what he was just saying. He then pulls out his cell phone, and dials a number.
Lively: Mom...did you already pat the fines...yeah...your still in his office...cool write another check...I think some more will be coming down the pike....thanks.
Lively then hangs up the phone then gets back to his promo.
Lively: So uhh...Twister, I'd imagine right about now your at a bar, sipping some Jack, pondering your rematch...your chance to regain the belt. If you fall to the JESUS...it'll put doubts in the minds of the bookers..the fans...do you really deserve a rematch. Has he lost that drive, was he a come back fluke, is he washed up. Should he hang up the boots, should he soar off into the sunset. Well Twister...I can't say if you should or shouldn't...I just can help you in the process. Me planting you on your back, making you count the lights, as I ascend to the top, and preform the Hottest move in pro wrestling...the Prelude...no one has ever kicked...
Chase: Yeah he had better think about that comment.
Harvey: Never say never....thats something Arcadia can truly testify to after kicking out of his Prelude.
Lively: OK...the Prelude will surely hurt, and will....fuck it. The point is this, I'm going to beat you Twister, then the bookers...the management, and you will have to make a decision. Should he stay or should he go, is he championship material, or will we just ride his fan base for ticket sales until he retires again. Either way you slice it Twister...the two of us are in for some fun here tonight. You don't strike me as a religious person...so I won't be expecting any prayers from you...but in the ring...I'm sure to piss on your future... Twister it's time for you to have a come to JESUS meeting...maybe theres still time, or hope...to make you a believer...cause once you wake up after defeat...and my music is ringing through your ears...you'll understand...you'll believe in the JESUS...you know exactly why I am the Hottest Shit Going.
