Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Mar 12, 2008 1:38:28 GMT -4
[glow=red,2,300]In a hallway in the backstage area Michael Lively limps his way along the corridor into the sport training room where he is met by the APW sports medicine specialist. The Lion pounces gently onto the examine table[/glow]
"Sup doc, I need your magic"
whimpers an exhausted and beaten Lively. The doctor checks out the high flyers ribs
"Yes sir I don't know if there broken but , we will send you in for x-ray's"
the doctor say's, and the White Lion's face shows concern as he shakes his head no in defiance.
"They are not broken doc, you just bandage them up and give me some magic beans and I'll pack my bags for next week"
sternly delivers Michael.
"You see Michael....Alright,I'll write you a script, and when you get to the next city, before the show you need to get them checked out"
the doctor replies in a concerned voice, possibly for the Lions health and well being, or it could just be for the doc's medical reputation. The risk taking superstar makes his way out of the trainer's room, and heads back to the locker room to gather his his belongings. As the Lion sits down in relief he unties his boots, he sets them in the bag as an APW online journalist comes into the Lions room.
"Sir can we get a few words with you for the website"
say's the journalist.
"Shoot"
replies Michael as he grabs for his rattler (for those not in the know a rattler is a bottle of of various pills to your choosing for different aliments) the man shakes out the last two of his Soma's, and pops them into his mouth like candy as the online reporter for APW.com turns on his recorder and shoots his first question.
"So Lively, that was and exhilarating match tonight you and Tony Blackwell just participated in, it must have been disappointing to lay out all that talent and come up short"
"Yeah well, I came up short and Tony deserved his victory for one reason only, not that he is stronger, more talented, or sexier, it was because I wasn't focused" the Lion say's
"Not focused?"
"Yep, my mind was everywhere but in that match, I have this shit with my mother stalking Jeff and making Overdrive into Mothers Gone Wild, it's just sick if you ask me, and then I for some reason have my eyes focused on Kaos, I mean I beat this guy like I said I would and I guess I can't get over the fact that he has a shot at the title at Rasstlemania, and well I committed to a high risk move that if it landed would have been the sure end of Tony Blackwell. Sometimes roulette serves you red and some times Black, well I guess you get it " adds the Lion.
"Alright it has been announced next week on Overdrive you will be facing The Iceman Jason Royce."
"Royce....nice I loose my first match and this is the punishment, I'm tossed to the dark match circuit again, well I'm no stranger to performing for a mildly packed arenas in a low card match, and it's that much easier to steal the show. So you let Jason Royce know I have tasted the warmth of success and he will not freeze out my chances for that world title and fame" stammers Lively
"Do you think you will be a 100% by next week"
"Man, we are professional athletes with no off season, you take a few bumps and bruises along the way, but you lace the boot in the next town and go to work. Look at guy's like Trevor Blackwell he is one of the most brutal matches in the history of wrestling against his sister no less, and he performed like a top notch ad executive trying to land the biggest bid in his career, takes the new strap home with a ton of bruises, scrapes, and stitches and shows up for work the very next show ready to roll like a true worker, and that is what we are bred for, punishment, and brutality, but the roar of the crowd makes it all go away" says Michael.
"So you will be ready to go, do you think you mother will be there"
"Will Jeff be there?"aks the White Lion.
"I'm sure, he is the boss."
"Well then you can bet the farm you will see my mother, and possibly some of her assets (the journalist smiles), but it makes no difference to me if my mother shows up, I have an opponent in the Iceman, and he's itching to score that first W, and if he wasn't capable of achieving that he wouldn't be signed to a contract here. So I am going to focus on Royce and Royce alone, and come next Monday the Lion is gonna amaze, and entertain, and Royce will be shocked as he gets hit from all different angles, after his head spins from the all assault, I'll give him a sample of the Pele, and then it's off to the top for the Prelude 1, 2, 3" replies the high flyer.
"You sound confident"
"I'm not confident I'm cocky, I mean shit I beat the number one contender for Christs sakes, and besides Jason's promos are lackluster, so if any excitement is going to be generated for this match I'm going to have to initiate it. All I'm saying is you can have a shit load of ability like Jason, but with no direction or skills on the stick it goes nowhere, it's like having perfectly restored hotrod with no drive train, pretty much useless, so Royce is up against the total package Michael Lively. Alright I have to go, I have a plane to catch, so thanks, but I gotta go." answers the White Lion.
[glow=red,2,300]The banged up wrestler grabs his bag and exits into the hallway, where he is met by Sabur and his Lil Dick.[/glow]
"Mikey, what up, shit that was a hell of a showing out there!" blares the Irish Hammer.
"I would have walked out with the win though" responds Lively.
"Ohh shit I thought you won..." Sabur says.
"Dude did you even see the match, or were just in the back playing with your Lil Dick?" asks his Michael.
"Oh yeah I was watching, your mom flicked off her bra, and those luscious, delightful, fun bags flopped out for all to see, and well, I guess that all I saw after that, and boy when Richard got a look at those pups, he was at full attention." Sabur answers.
"Man fuck easy thats my mom dude, you and the rest of the world checking out those.....man lets get to the airport, hell of a friend, you motherfucker". say's Lively
"Hey.... I got your back, and we are friends, but Mike, tits are tits, whether they are perfectly round, pointing up wards, silver dollar-ed hairy nips, puffers, tiny, or look like a couple of fried eggs slapped on some chicks chest, at the end of the day those a fucking tits man, and the last time I checked, tits are cool" rambles the big guy
[glow=red,2,300]The two men and a midget walk away( Well the midget kind of waddles but you get it) with their gear in hand, they exit to the parking lot heading to their car. [/glow]
"Sup doc, I need your magic"
whimpers an exhausted and beaten Lively. The doctor checks out the high flyers ribs
"Yes sir I don't know if there broken but , we will send you in for x-ray's"
the doctor say's, and the White Lion's face shows concern as he shakes his head no in defiance.
"They are not broken doc, you just bandage them up and give me some magic beans and I'll pack my bags for next week"
sternly delivers Michael.
"You see Michael....Alright,I'll write you a script, and when you get to the next city, before the show you need to get them checked out"
the doctor replies in a concerned voice, possibly for the Lions health and well being, or it could just be for the doc's medical reputation. The risk taking superstar makes his way out of the trainer's room, and heads back to the locker room to gather his his belongings. As the Lion sits down in relief he unties his boots, he sets them in the bag as an APW online journalist comes into the Lions room.
"Sir can we get a few words with you for the website"
say's the journalist.
"Shoot"
replies Michael as he grabs for his rattler (for those not in the know a rattler is a bottle of of various pills to your choosing for different aliments) the man shakes out the last two of his Soma's, and pops them into his mouth like candy as the online reporter for APW.com turns on his recorder and shoots his first question.
"So Lively, that was and exhilarating match tonight you and Tony Blackwell just participated in, it must have been disappointing to lay out all that talent and come up short"
"Yeah well, I came up short and Tony deserved his victory for one reason only, not that he is stronger, more talented, or sexier, it was because I wasn't focused" the Lion say's
"Not focused?"
"Yep, my mind was everywhere but in that match, I have this shit with my mother stalking Jeff and making Overdrive into Mothers Gone Wild, it's just sick if you ask me, and then I for some reason have my eyes focused on Kaos, I mean I beat this guy like I said I would and I guess I can't get over the fact that he has a shot at the title at Rasstlemania, and well I committed to a high risk move that if it landed would have been the sure end of Tony Blackwell. Sometimes roulette serves you red and some times Black, well I guess you get it " adds the Lion.
"Alright it has been announced next week on Overdrive you will be facing The Iceman Jason Royce."
"Royce....nice I loose my first match and this is the punishment, I'm tossed to the dark match circuit again, well I'm no stranger to performing for a mildly packed arenas in a low card match, and it's that much easier to steal the show. So you let Jason Royce know I have tasted the warmth of success and he will not freeze out my chances for that world title and fame" stammers Lively
"Do you think you will be a 100% by next week"
"Man, we are professional athletes with no off season, you take a few bumps and bruises along the way, but you lace the boot in the next town and go to work. Look at guy's like Trevor Blackwell he is one of the most brutal matches in the history of wrestling against his sister no less, and he performed like a top notch ad executive trying to land the biggest bid in his career, takes the new strap home with a ton of bruises, scrapes, and stitches and shows up for work the very next show ready to roll like a true worker, and that is what we are bred for, punishment, and brutality, but the roar of the crowd makes it all go away" says Michael.
"So you will be ready to go, do you think you mother will be there"
"Will Jeff be there?"aks the White Lion.
"I'm sure, he is the boss."
"Well then you can bet the farm you will see my mother, and possibly some of her assets (the journalist smiles), but it makes no difference to me if my mother shows up, I have an opponent in the Iceman, and he's itching to score that first W, and if he wasn't capable of achieving that he wouldn't be signed to a contract here. So I am going to focus on Royce and Royce alone, and come next Monday the Lion is gonna amaze, and entertain, and Royce will be shocked as he gets hit from all different angles, after his head spins from the all assault, I'll give him a sample of the Pele, and then it's off to the top for the Prelude 1, 2, 3" replies the high flyer.
"You sound confident"
"I'm not confident I'm cocky, I mean shit I beat the number one contender for Christs sakes, and besides Jason's promos are lackluster, so if any excitement is going to be generated for this match I'm going to have to initiate it. All I'm saying is you can have a shit load of ability like Jason, but with no direction or skills on the stick it goes nowhere, it's like having perfectly restored hotrod with no drive train, pretty much useless, so Royce is up against the total package Michael Lively. Alright I have to go, I have a plane to catch, so thanks, but I gotta go." answers the White Lion.
[glow=red,2,300]The banged up wrestler grabs his bag and exits into the hallway, where he is met by Sabur and his Lil Dick.[/glow]
"Mikey, what up, shit that was a hell of a showing out there!" blares the Irish Hammer.
"I would have walked out with the win though" responds Lively.
"Ohh shit I thought you won..." Sabur says.
"Dude did you even see the match, or were just in the back playing with your Lil Dick?" asks his Michael.
"Oh yeah I was watching, your mom flicked off her bra, and those luscious, delightful, fun bags flopped out for all to see, and well, I guess that all I saw after that, and boy when Richard got a look at those pups, he was at full attention." Sabur answers.
"Man fuck easy thats my mom dude, you and the rest of the world checking out those.....man lets get to the airport, hell of a friend, you motherfucker". say's Lively
"Hey.... I got your back, and we are friends, but Mike, tits are tits, whether they are perfectly round, pointing up wards, silver dollar-ed hairy nips, puffers, tiny, or look like a couple of fried eggs slapped on some chicks chest, at the end of the day those a fucking tits man, and the last time I checked, tits are cool" rambles the big guy
[glow=red,2,300]The two men and a midget walk away( Well the midget kind of waddles but you get it) with their gear in hand, they exit to the parking lot heading to their car. [/glow]
