Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Jul 6, 2008 13:46:35 GMT -4
[glow=red,2,300]***Warning***[/glow]
If mocking of God, disrespecting religion, sexist comments, rudeness, or racial profiling offends you please do not continue on, the words, comments, and topics in this promo made be construed as offensive, and are not intended for all audiences.
[glow=blue,2,300]The scene comes to life in the wildlife woods somewhere in New York state. Among the trees and brush, whispers can be heard. The soft wind whistles out, as the leaves dance on the branches. The air fresh and crisp in the cool evening. The moon gleaming through the thick overhead covering of the trees. It lights a beams like a spotlight, on a hooded figure kneeling in the leave covered ground. The mans whispers can be heard. [/glow]
Father they speak to you, but are so far. Some cry out to you, and wish for you to touch their lives. Father many men speak as if they know you...know you like I do.
[glow=blue,2,300]The moist leaves don't make a sound as the man then stands. He flips his hood off reveling himself as he looks up in the sky. Most people recognize him as the Overdrive champion Michael Lively. He outstretches his arms while he gazes into the heavens. [/glow]
You see father these people are foolish...they don't know you...if the really knew...then they would realize we are one in the same. I am the JESUS...I know what you are capable of...as you know what I am. Well I can not sit here praying for people that are too stupid, too arrogant to realize. They had their chance...their had their shot. I did my duty...I payed my dues..my blood was spilled...I sacraficed..what did you do...YOU GAVE YOUR SON....BULLSHIT!!...Thats right you don't know me...or my mother...I was created as a piece in your elaborate game. Well I stand here now with the power...POWER you gave me...thats right father...I no longer pray for their souls...I no longer hold a care...this time has been coming for awhile. It's funny the stories written of your word...The Prodigal Son...WELL BIG MAN...fuck you and your fatherhood. I am the JESUS...I am the SAVIOR...these people now have to earn the right. You said there would be a second coming...and there has...but this JESUS isn't ready to come back...I'm not bringing a soul up to you unless there earn the fucking right to be there...YOUR LOVE for these people is sick...it's a game...and learning under you has taught me that...it's all for you..your pleasure...your entertainment. WELL I'M GIVING YOU SOMETHING TO WATCH NOW FATHER!!!
[glow=blue,2,300]Lively turns grabs a few leaves off of the tree next to him. He begins walking along, rambling on some more. [/glow]
It's all in his great plan...part of his design....for what...I was the fucker the crusified...for what...to be close to you...I have been there, I know that place...this fucking place, is a whole lot better then the first time I was here. These people should be in no rush to meet you, or sit with you...hell if they only knew what you have in store...It's not peaches and plums like it's written, no sir half of these ignorant fucks wont even meet you, let alone bath in the riches of heaven. I'm here father...and I'm sure your thinking Oh Michael...quit trying to relive your teenage years..you didn't have a chance to re-bell, WELL FUCK YOU. These people hate the thought of me just like they did all those years ago. You didn't suffer, I didn't see you getting beat, or have crown of thorns smashed upon your head. No sir, now I do my own thing, I'm making the rules. We are in my world now, you gave up superior rights to this place when you had me created. Thats right...the power is no longer yours...I walk this earth doing what I please, I'm not perfect, and either are you...but SHOOSH don't let that get out. The man upstairs is just some sick fuck that enjoys playing with people like puppets. No longer will you have reign over me. I am the JESUS...the one...The Savior...You created me...and your perfect creation is turning back spitting in your face.
[glow=blue,2,300]Lively kneels once more, folding his hands. [/glow]
So father this is it, this is our last discussion, I do not pray, but you should, you should pray that in the ring that I so dearly love, so one can come along and really truly stop me. But you know just as well as I do, that won't be happening. Thats right I may pull a job, and loose my title, but more gold and prizes will come. This time I enjoy this place, I get my redemption, my sacrifice is re-payed before you will. This is the last time you hear from the JESUS, but it won't be the last you hear of the JESUS. No sir I will be in your face, blatantly flaunting my shit all over. The END DAYS aren't upon us yet, the world isn't ready just yet POPS, cause I need a little JESUS time for myself. So fuck your needs, this is the ERA of the JESUS, and GOD DAMN YOU!!
[glow=blue,2,300]Michael Lively then stands, walks out from the forest to a car waiting on the edge of the road. Lively stops at the door, lifts the handle as it opens and Lively enters having a seat in the back. As he slides in on the leather seat, his mother seated next to him looks at him then reaches over placing her hand in his. [/glow]
Ms. Lively: Michael...do you think your are going to far with this whole thing?
JESUS: What??
Ms. Lively: I mean first it was a gimmick, and now we are stopping on the side of the road, you wander out into the woods, and talk to the sky. I mean I believe in God too, but you as his son...Michael your father was a drug dealer...he's in prison.
JESUS: Yeah and my first father was a carpenter.
Ms. Lively: Michael come on...
JESUS: So basically what you have just said to the JESUS is you are a non-believer...you question the JESUS...a women should never question a man.
[glow=blue,2,300]Lively takes his mothers hand and places it on his rib cage.[/glow]
JESUS: Feel that..that is where you come from...a mans rib was struck from his body to create the secondary, the woman. Your are here for us...to serve us...to facilitate our needs, almost a slave to the superior. You though are the lucky fucking broad that was chosen to re-birth the second coming of christ...for that you enjoy in a few pleasures that most can't. So basically now you are saying I am a liar...and you are pretty much begging me to slap the living shit out of you...aren't you.
Ms. Lively: Uhh no Michael...I just think what you have planned is....
JESUS: First don't think...the man upstairs didn't pick a broad with brains to emasculate concept with, he picked a bitch with a banging body, nice tits, and could suck a golf ball through a garden hose...I mean that wasn't a dirty dream you had, thats the big guy fucking with ya...you see mother I'm your fucking meal ticket, Just like Mary latched on a few thousand years ago and rode this trick pony for all it's worth, you are doing the same. Second you need not worry about me. I am the most contrivesial...the most daring...and thrilling...
Ms. Lively: Well Michael Austin Daniels is ....
[glow=red,2,300]""SLAP""[/glow]
JESUS: That was a simple backhand for mentioning that name, the next time I will knock your teeth out so the next blow job you offer up will be a gummer deluxe. I'm the man, not him, not anyone else but me. My ego grows each and every second of the day. As the most hated, controversial I must push that envelope, to his enjoyment up their. He wishes I walk along quiet and coy, letting people walk all over me...well I have been there and done that, not this go round. I mock him, and weaken his grip on those weak minded fucks, and we first start with Vin E Lambardo.
The next day- a Botched Promo, another won for the delete pile
[glow=blue,2,300]In the streets of New York, Brooklyn to be precise. A yellow cab driving franticly through the streets like the stereo type of all New York cabs. Along with that stereo type, comes another, a driver of Arab decent, with full body odor permeating the cab with his stench. In the back are passengers, none other then Michael Lively and his mother Ms. Lively (expecting someone else thought not). Just then Michael Lively points to a building resembling a church. Never have been in New York one would need to use their imagination at this point, a good writer would literally paint a picture for you people but me, I'm just saying it looks like a church. Lively screams at the cab driver in his JESUS tone to stop. The driver listens to his passenger. The door opens and the two Lively's exit the cab.[/glow]
JESUS: Hey just wait here, keep the meter running or what ever you silly fucks in this shitty town call it. There it is mom, there is the church this fucker talks about all the time, and frequents weekly...
Ms. Lively: Uhh Michael...
JESUS: Shut up....not now...
[glow=blue,2,300]Lively then strikes a I am JESUS pose.[/glow]
Ms. Lively: Michael it's just you and me why are you posing?
JESUS: Obviously you forgot I'm the JESUS, now get the bag out of the trunk.
[glow=blue,2,300]Ms. Lively knocks on the trunk and the driver pops it open with the button inside on the floor. Ms. Lively pulls out a large tactical black duffel bag. She grunts as she muscles it out onto the curb. Lively gets behind the cab, unzips the bag, pulls out some binoculars scooping out the mahogany door of the church. A man dressed in the traditional priest like garb walks out of the door, down the steps, and off down the sidewalk. [/glow]
JESUS: There he goes...I had a guy scout this place out for a week, and every week this sick fuck leaves at this exact time.
Ms. Lively: Where does he go?
JESUS: Probably to the N.A.M.B.L.A. meeting around the corner. (If your not familiar with Nambla look it up...a bunch of sickos) Either way the place is empty.
[glow=blue,2,300]Lively then reaches into the bag, pulls out a missile launcher, thats right a full fledge fuck up your world missile launcher. Lively sets it on his shoulder, does the usual fidgeting of switches and such, then aims, flicks a trigger, and out zooms a rocket. The thing collides with the door of the church, rips through it exploding the entire house of God. At this point Lively's mother is crouched down, with her hands covering her eyes. Lively smirks at his destruction, and the Arab cab driver jumps out of his car in sheer surprise. [/glow]
Cabby: What are you doing???
[glow=blue,2,300]Lively hands the rocket launcher to his mother, who sets it on the ground for him. [/glow]
Cabby: Oh My God...
JESUS: What did you say???
[glow=blue,2,300]Lively then knife hand chops the man in the throat. He falls back against the wall. Lively opens the mans mouth, yanks out the his tongue, then clamping the mans own jaw closed on it with a three stooges like sledge hammer fist to the top of the head, damaging his tongue. The cab driver hollers in pain, all that can be understood at this point is yelling. Ms. Lively pulls out the binoculars, and warns her son that firetrucks and horse ridding police men are on their way. Lively punches the man in the face, knocking him out cold. Michael then sets the rocket launcher in the cab driver hands just as the police arrive on the scene, with their weapons drawn.[/glow]
Policeman: Freeze...
JESUS: WHOA...easy fellas we got a terrorist here, he took me and my poor mother for a terrifying ride around town, screaming like a banshee, then pulled up in front of this church, said praise ALAY, and fuck God or some non-sense, he blew the shit out of the place, fucked up his mouth in the process, while he was stunned I knocked him clean out, and waited for you guy's.
Policeman: Well Michael Lively you're an American Hero...
JESUS: Yeah and where were you guy's...
[glow=blue,2,300]Lively then makes a statement for the police, and is released until further investigation. Michael and his mom walk off...[/glow]
JESUS: Thats should send a clear message to Vin...
Ms. Lively: Michael that was the wrong church, his church is two blocks over.
JESUS: FUCK...why don't you tell me these things...I can't just go around blowing up the wrong church all the time....Damn it...fucking New York...all the damn churches on every corner....oh well I missed today but I will not miss in the ring.
The day of the Overdrive
[glow=blue,2,300]In the locker room of the JESUS, Michael Lively finishes his can of Monster Energy, grabs his belt and heads out followed by his mother. Lively walks to the interview area accompanied by his mother. As they appear on the set, a camera crew is there waiting for Lively. APW star interviewer Phil is their for obviously to hold the mic, and make the whole promo look official. [/glow]
Phil; Ladies and Gentlemen I'm here....
JESUS: Shut up Phil..just hold the damn mic...thats it, your official job description is just that...I checked with H.R., so let the talent do the talking. Tonight I put this title on the line against Vin. One successful title defense isn't enough...well the JESUS is used to getting bled dry...So our resident young gun hopes to achieve greatness by taking my title, beating the JESUS...can he walk on water.. I think not...but the JESUS...
Ms. Lively: Michael you can't walk on water either..remeber that promo we did at the lake, and you fell in when you stepped out of the boat..
JESUS: No...
Phil: Yeah I was there...(Getting shooshed by Lively's hand in his face)
JESUS: When the promo tape is burned so no one can see it, then it should never come up again, and woman why would you bring that up. So onto the challenger, Vin you speak of the throne of God, while I am the heir to that throne. You pray to God while I was bred from him...You train with the LAPD...the weakest police force in the history of the world, their fucking cities are plagued with gangs, and overrun with crime...thats who I wish to train with people who let the city go to the scum of the earth. You say you represent the Catholic Church....(Lively Claps)...the biggest joke in the history of religion, a bunch of boy touching, child molesters, and closet homo's wearing dresses. The high orders of this religion that is run more like a business do what ever then can to cover up the screw ups, and crimes of the very organization you represent. The lead dog of that group the POPE...is driven around in a bullet proof glass bubble. For someone so close to God...he sure is nervous for his own life....well the JESUS has faced death before, and fears nothing, while the POPE, the high and mighty scampers in fear daily. Well another class act of representation, the whole thing is a farce. They use the religion as a cover up for their crimes, to stay out of jail, and avoid taxing from the governments of the world. Vin you seem to be on the right track...you whole life is where it needs to be. You dumb fuck, your mind is so weak...you think this whole thing is about your brother, or about this title...you nieve fuck...it's all about ME! Thats right this is my redemption, my time. You dwell in the house of the God while I'm living in the playground of JESUS. This is my domain...you want the title...come and get it...in the process hopefully you find what you are looking for. The God you love...I can tell you all about him...the JESUS he sent..well you are looking at him...and that ring your are stepping into, I am a master of it. Some people may think I have lost my mind, and my EGO has grown too big. I say to them it's lucky for me that my mind has the knowledge, my muscles have the strength, and my body possesses the skill to feed that very EGO. All around this fed each week, someone says something, or does something that the JESUS looks at in disgust. Your actions Vin are childish, It's for my blood...You want to speak about DNA...lets talk about your father...He produced a wonderful specimen of an athlete in Kenny, but once that load was shot, all that was left in his testicles was dried up lazy sperm, that he filled your mother with. You're second rate Vin, you can't walk in the footsteps of your brother, you don't live up to the name, an accident, the dirty puff of goo that barley made it up to ferilize an egg, and fulfill it's destiny, produce semi-average Vin. Then on that faithful day your were born, your family realized on their first try they had achieved greatness, but the second go round they realized they should have stopped while they were ahead. Vin you can't journey through the cloud to rumble with a JESUS. I'm the fucking man, the whole fucking show, and will do what I want when I want. I speak the words of reality, and wrestle with skills above many. Since winning this title, all I have done is get better by the minute. Now you want to come, take what is mine...what makes you think with everything your have you deserve this title. Is it because you are a Lambardo....well in my world unless it is preceded by Kenny you don't deserve shit. You have all these people following your brother around tickling his nuts, swaying in the wind, I have his back, I will do what he needs, for he is the real GOD, not the pathetic excuse sitting in the sky you speak of. You see people hated me when your brother was beloved, and hate me while they turned on him. The Hurricane turned on your brother, and I'm not sure who else will, but you can bet your last penny, your break dance sneakers, and your fancy jogging suit that I'm ridding till the end. You may be blood, but every family has that runt of the liter they wish to forget about, welcome to the liter Vin...you are that runt, that piece of shit, jack nut, fucker that people never invite for family dinners, and hope forgets it's Christmas so they don't have to sit and watch him embarass the family. You are unwanted Vin...your family doesn't want you, your GOD doesn't want you, the LAPD would love to have you imagine that, I guess you fit perfect with a group that lets people run all over them, back on topic the APW doesn't need you. This title has a home, and it's not with you. The clock is ticking away Vin...the seconds are pealing away, your opportunity is closing in, the nerves in your gut are rumbling, and it all will be for nothing cause tonight you fight the JESUS...and once again I piss on some mans hopes, and shit all over his dreams. You will not be a champion as long I hold that particular title. Vin I heard your prayers, I know your inner thoughts...part of me feels like you won't even show up for this match later, the other part of me hopes you will. In fact that part of me is begging, and pleading for you to show up, bring that Vin that everyone has so much faith in, The Vin that thinks he can take my title, the man that management thought deserved a title shot, cause I'm dying for the challenge. I want you to bring the very best that you have so that I can beat the ever lasting shit out of you, silence the critics, show the bookers that they were wrong, and send you packing on down the ladder. On this night you are in the main event, enjoy it while it lasts, cause you won't be here for long.
[glow=blue,2,300]Michael Lively then begins to walk away.[/glow]
JESUS: Uh bitch lets go...
[glow=blue,2,300]Ms. Lively then follows her son.[/glow]
