Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Sept 22, 2009 14:51:46 GMT -4
Don't You Doubt Me
Another week of Overdrive is about to air and inside the arena many wrestlers do what they do prior to the match enter the locker rooms to prepare for action. Lively's locker room door is slammed shut as the fury that is the still angered JESUS enters the room. His temper at an all time high the escalated level of frustration is painted all over his face. Losing isn't a joy for any competitor, and the White Lion takes it pretty hard. He puts a huge amount of pressure on himself. Sets goals high and keeps striving to be the best. There aren't too many people that would ever consider teaming with Michael Lively. He isn't the worlds best team player, throw in his trust issues and he moves even further down the line of top prospects to team with.
The art of tag team wrestling is two men working as a solid unit. In cooperation trying to best the other team standing across the ring. Many strategies are implemented, and team work is practiced along with timing. Lively depends on himself and himself alone. Some people say the team of himself and Twister winning the belts was just a fluke. I'm sure if you ask Michael Lively he will possibly proclaim it was his efforts alone that made them a success. Lively has no aspirations of making a run at the tag team gold ever again, and being put in a match with Streets Wilson as a partner didn't rate very high on his happy joy-joy list either.
Lively doesn't hold any disdain for Wilson, he just feels he is better suited for singles competition. A match were his destiny is in his own hands. This mindset could have hurt the duo going into the match. You then toss in the pre-match tussle backstage with BDC and prior to the bell Lively wasn't really there. The interruption of Devoe during the match is a sin that will not go unpunished. His cross will soon appear before him, and the legend will have no choice but to bare it on his back. He will have to take that long journey up the hill side to meet the judge, jury, and executioner Michael Lively. BDC has been on the radar of Michael Lively like a high score on a video a young kid wishes to break.
Lively has been a man that constantly sets goals, always challenges himself and doesn't stop until those goals and challenges are etched out. His goal recently was to get back in the APW. No rest came until that goal was reached. He put in the work needed to make that come true. His arrogance, attitude, and sheer disrespect brought President Jeff out from behind the desk only to suit up and duke it out with the JESUS for a contract. A contract that he won back mind you. Another goal for the JESUS was the Xtreme title, yet a few other things have gotten in the way. This so called Legend BDC raised the eyebrow of Michael Lively with his never ending old man attitude. The constant "In my day, when I walked to school in the snow up hill both ways with my mothers massage therapy vibrator jammed up my ass" remarks have brought Michael Lively's cross hairs pointed in the direction of this former big time superstar in the industry.
They say to become a legend you must first beat a legend. Lively' plan is to draw out a man that makes it so clear that he doesn't come out of the recliner for anything but the occasional self indulgent, ego boost of inflating his own head with some delusional comments that he makes on the constant from the lack of fiber in his diet. Once this said Legend falls for the bait and his fragile old ego whimpers in agony from the blatant disrespect he will have no choice but to step to the JESUS so he can get layed right the fuck down.
They say careful what you wish for, and Lively might want to think of that when he looks at the loss suffered last week in tag team action. Lively got this man's attention, and haggard old soul decided it would be fun to poke around in Lively's world for a minute. A cheap shot landed right on the button, and put the JESUS to sleep. It could happen to any man, but Lively knew once it happened it cost him the match, but he gained something in return. His plan is working, and like an infectious disease Michael Lively is worming his way into the head of BDC. Michael is Crawling under his skin, and soon the world will witness the JESUS legally beat the donkey cum right out of a middle aged, washed up, past his prime, self proclaimed Legend. Lively will prove that this son of a bitch has a big mouth, and an even bigger ass to kick.
The door to the locker room is then opened and the sight of APW's original Cougar Terri Lively can been seen entering the room. A small skirt floating just above the round bottom of her butt cheeks. The ripped wife beater showing off the bottom of her breasts with the tinge of transiency that teen age boys seem to snap their sausage too weekly. Michael Lively looks up to his mother and she can tell instantly that he is in no mood to talk. Something other then her normal whore appearance catches his attention.
He glares at his mother with a serious look. She can tell he is burning a hole through here and she begins to get nervous. The man has been known to take his frustration out on her from time to time. His focus is on her neck, primarily her throat region. A collar buckled around her neck with what seems to be a speaker in the front. Michael's head rears back as he ask her what the blue hell is on the stack of dimes she calls a neck.
Suddenly a roboticly enhanced voice responds like that of a smoker who has damaged their voice box.
"Errr-Well it's a voice box. After Streets crushed my throat, then gave me a make shift tracheotomy the doctors said this would be the only way I can speak-buzz."
"So my mother sounds like a Terminator...thats frickin awesome. Now when you're getting your juice box crammed by some random dudes you can scream out in in a real hot robot voice...Fuck Me Hard!!!."
The woman shakes her head in disgust at her sons remarks.
"Errr-Listen Michael, the reason I came in here to let you know they just released the card for later-buzz."
This sparks the dander of Lively as he crosses his fingers hoping and praying to himself (Cause he is the JESUS) that he is not booked in another tag team match.
"Errr-Michael, this is big...huge actually. Your booked for a title match-buzz!"
Lively leaps from the bench with excitement his fist swings through the air in joy as he absorbs the news.
"I knew it. You see I'm the man. I come in as a free lance wrestler trying to earn back my contract, give the Shadow his first loss in singles competition. I ruin Jeff to get my spot back on the roster. Even with a loss last week in tag team competition, the bookers know that I handle business, that I am the best this company has to offer. They know that had I not been interrupted by BDC, or just had to depend on me-self then the outcome would have been different. So now live on Overdrive I get the chance to do what I set out to do. The world knew that the second I got the shot at the Xtreme championship, the rest would be history. So tonight the Kid gets his chance to finally be relieved of his duties as Xtreme champion."
Lively then claps his hand and begins rubbing them together almost licking his chops. His mother grins a bit then realizes she had better burst the bubble fast before she has to pay for it largely.
"Errr-Michael, you are in a title match, just not for the Xtreme championship-buzz."
"It better not be for the vacant tag team titles, I swear to God this will be a bad day for everyone if I have to fight for the tag titles."
Ms. Lively shakes her head no toward her sons concern.
"Errr-Michael, you are actually fighting for the Overdrive title-buzz."
A look of shock comes over Michael as he plops back down on the bench.
"The Overdrive title. I have been regulated back down to the Overdrive title, THE OVERDRIVE TITLE!!!"
Lively then quickly backhands his mother sending the woman reeling backwards as he continues his rant
"SON OF A BITCH!!! You know what I did for that title. You know how many people tried to strip me of that title and instead caught a nasty JESUS-type ass whipping. I was held down by that belt, boxed in to a division of lesser talent. I had to job just so I could move on. I left that belt behind and never looked back other then to gloat at my accomplishments."
Ms. Lively nods in approval for her sons comments on gloating for himself. The JESUS is the biggest Mark for himself.
"Now here I am, signed back to the APW. The company gets a shot in the arm of life thanks to the JESUS. Ratings are higher then they have been in quite some time.The first thing they do to thank me is throw me into the Overdrive title scene once again. I mean I know it was never bigger then when Michael Lively stood atop that mountain."
Lively then stands for a moment and begins pacing back and forth. His mind obviously lost in thought.
"You know this belt could hold me back again. If I win this title I could easily never get the Xtreme title shot. I don't see anyone beating me to take that belt away. So once again I will be caged into a corner."
The robot voice of his mother pipes up.
"Errr-I think it's painted into a corner Michael-buzz..."
Michael shakes his head at his mothers correction.
"Whatever, it makes no difference to the JESUS. Who even holds this title that I'm fighting for."
"Errr-A young scrappy fella named Bigg's-buzz."
"Wow, you said that with a "I want slurp his goo" tone. Listen mother, I don't know. I might have to sand bag it to not win the belt, but then again I would have to lose. I'm in a lose/lose situation here."
Lively then places both hands on his head in confusion of what to do. The stress is written all over his face.
"Winning the belt would be a sure catastrophe, letting this guy named Bigg's beat me so he can retain doesn't help my cause either. Seriously mother, me taking this kid on for this belt will be like the Dallas Cowboys storming to a local high school only to bury the young shits face masks in the turf. It's not fair, I have transcended way above the Overdrive scene and anyone in that level of competition. It's like having a battle of the bands where "The Rancho Cukamunga Cock Jugglers" take on the "Beatles"...it simply isn't fair, it's isn't even, and they don't stand a chance. Bigg's won't stand a chance either, I'm too much talent for one mid-card, entry level jabrone to handle. What am I to do, except give the fans a dose of Michael Lively, and shit on this fuckers chest so he can catch a wiff of greatness passing him by."
"Errr-I don't know Michael, he's one half of the Axis of Awesome-buzz. Errr-You shouldn't take him lightly-buzz"
"The Axis of Awesome...what is that a new branch of NAMBLA?"
"Errr-What the hell is NAMBLA?-buzz"
"The North American Man Boy Love Association"
"Errr-I'm so creeped out that you even know what that is-buzz."
"Yeah...well I'm creeped out that you gobble cock like a Turkey. Listen, I don't know of this Axis of Awesome, the Age of Anal, Association of Ass-play....what I do know is this kid will be rudely awakened to the sad reality that big bad Michael Lively is the real deal. The JESUS is signed on the dotted line, and set up to rip that title from his precious little dick beaters. There is no stopping the freight train of greatness that I am, and I guess here live in front of millions the train runs right through the Biggstown."
Ms. Lively shakes her head as her son can tell what is on her mind.
"Listen mother, thoughts like that will get you another stiff botch slapping. I know you think I am under estimating him...."
"Errr-All I can say is people under estimated you, and you went on to be the greatest Overdrive champion in APW history. Moved on to become one half of the Tag Team champions, and then took the World title home. It;s not safe to under estimate him Michael-buzz."
The JESUS lets the comments soak in for a brief second as his hand rubs the bottom of his chin. The sound of stubble getting grazed over can be heard through the silence of thoughts. Suddenly the errie quiet is broken with a sick crack followed by the thud of a body dropping. Lively planted a nice super kick right in his mothers chin which sent her dropping to the floor. This woman has had her lights turned off more then Jason Royce's house in the projects. He creeps down close to his mother as she lays peacefully on the ground breathing heavy.
"Under estimate him...you sounded like you were under estimating ME. You think Biggs is the first person that has wanted to climb the ladder on my back, well mother...this ride ain't for free, and I'm sure his pockets aren't deep enough. So Conductor Lively will be throwing a Biggs from the train."
The JESUS then stands up dusting his hands off as the camera fades.
Another week of Overdrive is about to air and inside the arena many wrestlers do what they do prior to the match enter the locker rooms to prepare for action. Lively's locker room door is slammed shut as the fury that is the still angered JESUS enters the room. His temper at an all time high the escalated level of frustration is painted all over his face. Losing isn't a joy for any competitor, and the White Lion takes it pretty hard. He puts a huge amount of pressure on himself. Sets goals high and keeps striving to be the best. There aren't too many people that would ever consider teaming with Michael Lively. He isn't the worlds best team player, throw in his trust issues and he moves even further down the line of top prospects to team with.
The art of tag team wrestling is two men working as a solid unit. In cooperation trying to best the other team standing across the ring. Many strategies are implemented, and team work is practiced along with timing. Lively depends on himself and himself alone. Some people say the team of himself and Twister winning the belts was just a fluke. I'm sure if you ask Michael Lively he will possibly proclaim it was his efforts alone that made them a success. Lively has no aspirations of making a run at the tag team gold ever again, and being put in a match with Streets Wilson as a partner didn't rate very high on his happy joy-joy list either.
Lively doesn't hold any disdain for Wilson, he just feels he is better suited for singles competition. A match were his destiny is in his own hands. This mindset could have hurt the duo going into the match. You then toss in the pre-match tussle backstage with BDC and prior to the bell Lively wasn't really there. The interruption of Devoe during the match is a sin that will not go unpunished. His cross will soon appear before him, and the legend will have no choice but to bare it on his back. He will have to take that long journey up the hill side to meet the judge, jury, and executioner Michael Lively. BDC has been on the radar of Michael Lively like a high score on a video a young kid wishes to break.
Lively has been a man that constantly sets goals, always challenges himself and doesn't stop until those goals and challenges are etched out. His goal recently was to get back in the APW. No rest came until that goal was reached. He put in the work needed to make that come true. His arrogance, attitude, and sheer disrespect brought President Jeff out from behind the desk only to suit up and duke it out with the JESUS for a contract. A contract that he won back mind you. Another goal for the JESUS was the Xtreme title, yet a few other things have gotten in the way. This so called Legend BDC raised the eyebrow of Michael Lively with his never ending old man attitude. The constant "In my day, when I walked to school in the snow up hill both ways with my mothers massage therapy vibrator jammed up my ass" remarks have brought Michael Lively's cross hairs pointed in the direction of this former big time superstar in the industry.
They say to become a legend you must first beat a legend. Lively' plan is to draw out a man that makes it so clear that he doesn't come out of the recliner for anything but the occasional self indulgent, ego boost of inflating his own head with some delusional comments that he makes on the constant from the lack of fiber in his diet. Once this said Legend falls for the bait and his fragile old ego whimpers in agony from the blatant disrespect he will have no choice but to step to the JESUS so he can get layed right the fuck down.
They say careful what you wish for, and Lively might want to think of that when he looks at the loss suffered last week in tag team action. Lively got this man's attention, and haggard old soul decided it would be fun to poke around in Lively's world for a minute. A cheap shot landed right on the button, and put the JESUS to sleep. It could happen to any man, but Lively knew once it happened it cost him the match, but he gained something in return. His plan is working, and like an infectious disease Michael Lively is worming his way into the head of BDC. Michael is Crawling under his skin, and soon the world will witness the JESUS legally beat the donkey cum right out of a middle aged, washed up, past his prime, self proclaimed Legend. Lively will prove that this son of a bitch has a big mouth, and an even bigger ass to kick.
The door to the locker room is then opened and the sight of APW's original Cougar Terri Lively can been seen entering the room. A small skirt floating just above the round bottom of her butt cheeks. The ripped wife beater showing off the bottom of her breasts with the tinge of transiency that teen age boys seem to snap their sausage too weekly. Michael Lively looks up to his mother and she can tell instantly that he is in no mood to talk. Something other then her normal whore appearance catches his attention.
He glares at his mother with a serious look. She can tell he is burning a hole through here and she begins to get nervous. The man has been known to take his frustration out on her from time to time. His focus is on her neck, primarily her throat region. A collar buckled around her neck with what seems to be a speaker in the front. Michael's head rears back as he ask her what the blue hell is on the stack of dimes she calls a neck.
Suddenly a roboticly enhanced voice responds like that of a smoker who has damaged their voice box.
"Errr-Well it's a voice box. After Streets crushed my throat, then gave me a make shift tracheotomy the doctors said this would be the only way I can speak-buzz."
"So my mother sounds like a Terminator...thats frickin awesome. Now when you're getting your juice box crammed by some random dudes you can scream out in in a real hot robot voice...Fuck Me Hard!!!."
The woman shakes her head in disgust at her sons remarks.
"Errr-Listen Michael, the reason I came in here to let you know they just released the card for later-buzz."
This sparks the dander of Lively as he crosses his fingers hoping and praying to himself (Cause he is the JESUS) that he is not booked in another tag team match.
"Errr-Michael, this is big...huge actually. Your booked for a title match-buzz!"
Lively leaps from the bench with excitement his fist swings through the air in joy as he absorbs the news.
"I knew it. You see I'm the man. I come in as a free lance wrestler trying to earn back my contract, give the Shadow his first loss in singles competition. I ruin Jeff to get my spot back on the roster. Even with a loss last week in tag team competition, the bookers know that I handle business, that I am the best this company has to offer. They know that had I not been interrupted by BDC, or just had to depend on me-self then the outcome would have been different. So now live on Overdrive I get the chance to do what I set out to do. The world knew that the second I got the shot at the Xtreme championship, the rest would be history. So tonight the Kid gets his chance to finally be relieved of his duties as Xtreme champion."
Lively then claps his hand and begins rubbing them together almost licking his chops. His mother grins a bit then realizes she had better burst the bubble fast before she has to pay for it largely.
"Errr-Michael, you are in a title match, just not for the Xtreme championship-buzz."
"It better not be for the vacant tag team titles, I swear to God this will be a bad day for everyone if I have to fight for the tag titles."
Ms. Lively shakes her head no toward her sons concern.
"Errr-Michael, you are actually fighting for the Overdrive title-buzz."
A look of shock comes over Michael as he plops back down on the bench.
"The Overdrive title. I have been regulated back down to the Overdrive title, THE OVERDRIVE TITLE!!!"
Lively then quickly backhands his mother sending the woman reeling backwards as he continues his rant
"SON OF A BITCH!!! You know what I did for that title. You know how many people tried to strip me of that title and instead caught a nasty JESUS-type ass whipping. I was held down by that belt, boxed in to a division of lesser talent. I had to job just so I could move on. I left that belt behind and never looked back other then to gloat at my accomplishments."
Ms. Lively nods in approval for her sons comments on gloating for himself. The JESUS is the biggest Mark for himself.
"Now here I am, signed back to the APW. The company gets a shot in the arm of life thanks to the JESUS. Ratings are higher then they have been in quite some time.The first thing they do to thank me is throw me into the Overdrive title scene once again. I mean I know it was never bigger then when Michael Lively stood atop that mountain."
Lively then stands for a moment and begins pacing back and forth. His mind obviously lost in thought.
"You know this belt could hold me back again. If I win this title I could easily never get the Xtreme title shot. I don't see anyone beating me to take that belt away. So once again I will be caged into a corner."
The robot voice of his mother pipes up.
"Errr-I think it's painted into a corner Michael-buzz..."
Michael shakes his head at his mothers correction.
"Whatever, it makes no difference to the JESUS. Who even holds this title that I'm fighting for."
"Errr-A young scrappy fella named Bigg's-buzz."
"Wow, you said that with a "I want slurp his goo" tone. Listen mother, I don't know. I might have to sand bag it to not win the belt, but then again I would have to lose. I'm in a lose/lose situation here."
Lively then places both hands on his head in confusion of what to do. The stress is written all over his face.
"Winning the belt would be a sure catastrophe, letting this guy named Bigg's beat me so he can retain doesn't help my cause either. Seriously mother, me taking this kid on for this belt will be like the Dallas Cowboys storming to a local high school only to bury the young shits face masks in the turf. It's not fair, I have transcended way above the Overdrive scene and anyone in that level of competition. It's like having a battle of the bands where "The Rancho Cukamunga Cock Jugglers" take on the "Beatles"...it simply isn't fair, it's isn't even, and they don't stand a chance. Bigg's won't stand a chance either, I'm too much talent for one mid-card, entry level jabrone to handle. What am I to do, except give the fans a dose of Michael Lively, and shit on this fuckers chest so he can catch a wiff of greatness passing him by."
"Errr-I don't know Michael, he's one half of the Axis of Awesome-buzz. Errr-You shouldn't take him lightly-buzz"
"The Axis of Awesome...what is that a new branch of NAMBLA?"
"Errr-What the hell is NAMBLA?-buzz"
"The North American Man Boy Love Association"
"Errr-I'm so creeped out that you even know what that is-buzz."
"Yeah...well I'm creeped out that you gobble cock like a Turkey. Listen, I don't know of this Axis of Awesome, the Age of Anal, Association of Ass-play....what I do know is this kid will be rudely awakened to the sad reality that big bad Michael Lively is the real deal. The JESUS is signed on the dotted line, and set up to rip that title from his precious little dick beaters. There is no stopping the freight train of greatness that I am, and I guess here live in front of millions the train runs right through the Biggstown."
Ms. Lively shakes her head as her son can tell what is on her mind.
"Listen mother, thoughts like that will get you another stiff botch slapping. I know you think I am under estimating him...."
"Errr-All I can say is people under estimated you, and you went on to be the greatest Overdrive champion in APW history. Moved on to become one half of the Tag Team champions, and then took the World title home. It;s not safe to under estimate him Michael-buzz."
The JESUS lets the comments soak in for a brief second as his hand rubs the bottom of his chin. The sound of stubble getting grazed over can be heard through the silence of thoughts. Suddenly the errie quiet is broken with a sick crack followed by the thud of a body dropping. Lively planted a nice super kick right in his mothers chin which sent her dropping to the floor. This woman has had her lights turned off more then Jason Royce's house in the projects. He creeps down close to his mother as she lays peacefully on the ground breathing heavy.
"Under estimate him...you sounded like you were under estimating ME. You think Biggs is the first person that has wanted to climb the ladder on my back, well mother...this ride ain't for free, and I'm sure his pockets aren't deep enough. So Conductor Lively will be throwing a Biggs from the train."
The JESUS then stands up dusting his hands off as the camera fades.
