Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Jul 29, 2009 20:40:54 GMT -4
Fresh from the Match
The roar of the crowd can be heard rumbling in the backstage area of the arena. Michael Lively flips the curtain to the side as he makes his way backstage from the arena. The man's face and chest look as if he has been involved in a murder. His skin crimson stained from the brutal nose fracture he suffered in the ring at the hands of Shadow. The man takes a second as he leans against the wall with one hand to catch a breath. His other free hand wipes the blood running down his nose and flings it to the floor. Ms. Lively walks toward her son with a towel in hand. The Cougar has a look of concern toward her son's health. Michael noticed his mother and quickly stands tall. He snatches the towel rapidly from his mother and begins to clean his face the best he can. The man then turns to walk down the hall. Lively hangs a left and slams open the medical trainer’s room. Lively takes a seat on the table throwing the towel to the floor. The APW's on hand doctor looks stunned by the sudden intrusion by Lively and his mother. The JESUS sees the man looking shocked and then lets loose.
Lively: What’s the matter doc; it's just a broken nose. Get out your mallet, lets set this fucker straight so I can be on my way.
Lively's eyes have swollen from the injury. His nose looks like a scoop of hamburger helper laid on his face. The doctor reluctantly steps forward.
Doc: Well Mr. Lively...you are not under contract with APW, and I had very explicit instructions to not to treat you for any injuries you may have acquired.
Lively's domineer changes from one wanting a simple fix up to one of furios anger.
Lively: SO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU ARE NOT GOING TO FIX ME UP!!!
Doc: I was also instructed to call security if you can here.
Lively: Did you call them?
Doc: Not yet...
Lively not missing a beat leaps off the table getting right in the doctor's face. Lively's right hand extends clutching the man's throat as he shoves his back into the wall. Michael then send three solid head butts right into the man’s nose exploding it as blood splatters everywhere. Lively then releases his grasp as the man slithers to the floor unconscious. He turns toward his mother with a serious fury in his eyes. She quickly hands her son a towel and backs out of his way knowing full well that she could easily become a victim next. He wipes his face clean, and motions for his mother to follow. They make their way to the arena exit.
Lively: Your going to get my stuff...
Ms. Lively: It's already in the car.
Lively: Good. You’re going to take me to a quick care center to get this fucking nose fixed up.
Ms. Lively nods in approval to her son as she then opens the door for him as he can exit the building. He steps out into the parking lot and pauses turning back to his mother. She looks at Michael and knows what she has done wrong. The woman then turns back to the hallway, and in her biggest voice possible yells. "MICHAEL LIVELY HAS JUST LEFT THE BUILDING!!!" He smirks at the ridiculous comments made by his mother, and then walks toward the car. He knows that is the stupidest thing to ever be done in the history of wrestling, but he gets a kick out of making his mother do it. The woman opens the door to the car for her son, waits for him to have a seat, then takes her spot behind the wheel.
Lively: I can't believe Jeff would stick his nose in my business.
Ms. Lively: Michael...you have gotten under his skin. It's no surprise that you invoked a fit of rage from him. I mean he sent that big bastard out there to destroy you.
Lively: That’s right, and he didn't. In fact it will be marked in the record books that the JESUS is the first man to hold a singles win over the Shadow.
Ms. Lively: But it was a disqualification.
Lively: Jeff saved the man the embarrassment, he saved the man from getting those shoulder eventually pinned by the JESUS. At the end of the day the end result was the same...me the VICTOR!!! Lively 1, Shadow Zero.
Ms. Lively: Speaking of Zero...I heard Jeff tell one of the bookers thats who you are facing next week.
Lively: Who?
Ms. Lively: Zero...
Lively: Is this Sesame Street...am facing a number of the day.
Ms. Lively: No he's a mysterious man that is capable of inflicting damage.
Lively: Please...Had a little horsey named Paul Revere, Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer. Ridin through the land, kicking up sand, Sheriffs posse on my tail cause I'm in demand. One lonely Beastie I be, all y me without nobody!!!
Ms. Lively: Wh-what? Is that Beastie Boys?
Lively: Yep!
Ms. Lively: What does that have to do with you facing Zero?
Lively: Exactly...if I gave you a single, normal six sided die with one through six on it what are the odds I roll a seven.
Ms. Lively: Zero...
Lively: Exactly the odds this mysterious creep has of beating the JESUS one on one inside MY ring.
After a few minutes of discussion, and a little driving they arrive in the parking lot of a quick care center. They car is parked and Michael Lively exits the car walking toward the entrance. With a motion from his hand Ms. Lively is told to stay back as he goes to get fixed up.
Hours Later, Late into the Evening
Ms. Lively has a her seat reclined, and her feet resting on the dash board trying to find some comfort in the rental car as she waits for the JESUS to have his nose repaired. Suddenly the automatic doors of the medical facility slide apart opening up. Ms. Lively peers toward the entrance seeing the shadowy figure of her son walking out. She plops her foot down on the floor, fixes her seat and starts the engine of the car. As Michael Lively makes his way closer to the car the light then illuminates his appearance. The man's face completely covered by bandages, with a number ninety nine written across it with black Sharpie. Ms. Lively looks at her son puzzled.
Ms. Lively: Michael...is that you?
The bandaged face shakes its head yes in response.
Ms. Lively: What’s with the Ninety Nine on your face.
Lively then walks around taking a seat in the passenger seat next to his mother. He pulls out a notepad and pen from his pocket. With a few scribbles he then turn the pad toward his mother answering her question.
Ms. Lively: You are now a mute, you cannot speak, and will now be known as 99...alright.
Lively then scribbles some more, and turns the notepad back.
Ms. Lively: 99 for violence!!! Alright then, so where are we heading 99?
Lively then writes down something else for his mother that’s just reads "DRIVE". The cougar then begins trolling the town. Unlike most of her trolling trips, this one is for apparently for violence instead of male sausage. The bandaged face of Lively is highlighted with sunglasses over his eyes. Suddenly he bangs on the window because he can't say the words STOP. Ms. Lively looks at her son who seems to be pointing under a bridge they are driving by. The Cougar then parks the car as her son opens the door fast, and sprints over toward the bridge. Ms. Lively quickly runs over following her son, and she soon walks upon the thing that has gotten her son's interest sparked. Two homeless vagrants engaged in a fist fight rolling on the ground. Lively once again scribbles something on the paper, and then holds it in the air. It reads "99 for violence". Ms. Lively looks at this note pad in slight confusion.
Ms. Lively: What does that mean Michael?
He then writes something else down.
Ms. Lively: Your searching for number 199. and when you find him you are going to take his number. I don't get it, what number...his phone number?
Just then the two bums stop their fight noticing an audience. They stand up dusting themselves off.
Bum: What can we help you with?
Bum2: Yeah, you are interrupting something very important.
Lively then scribbles something down on paper and then gives it to his mother. She then translates her sons comments to the bums.
Ms. Lively. Well, first this is number 99, and he is in the search of number 199.
Bum: Well why don't you take the number 225...
Bum 2: And subtract number 26...
Bum: Then you'll have number 199...
Ms. Lively looks into the sunglasses of her sons bandaged face very confused by the entire thing going on in front of her. Michael then writes something else down.
Ms. Lively: He says you can also take the number 757 subtract 558 and get the number 199...
The two bums look at each other in confusion.
Ms. Lively: So what, now!
Bum: This has zero to do with us, and frankly you guys are weirding us out...
Just then Michael Lively whips a super kicks right into that bums face. He falls back limp with his arms curled up. The second bum runs toward Lively, who simply kicks the man in the gut. Places his head between his legs and then performs a front flip pile driver. The man's head hits the concrete and Lively screams out in pain as his tail bone collides with the hard cement as well. Ms. Lively tries to help up her son as he rips the bandages off his face.
Lively: Fuck...it doesn't hurt the guys in the comic books, but this shit fucking hurt bad...I should have just kicked this asshole.
Lively then reveals his splinted nose with two tubs in his nostrils to form a normal nose once again.
Ms. Lively: What is the deal, why the bandages, why the bums and the crazy number shit?
Lively: Who knows, I don't. Just thought it would be funny.
Outside the arena
Prior to Overdrive, Michael Lively has a couch set up outside the arena. A folding screen used to change behind, and a locker with a bench. To one's assumption it seems the JESUS has made his very own locker room outside the arena. The fans scream and holler obscenities toward the JESUS as he chills on his couch. Security lines the entire thing to keep fans out, but most importantly keep Lively there until match time. Just then an old familiar face comes walking up to one of the guards. Cindy Shannon and a camera man. This sight tickles the JESUS as he and this woman have some sort of past. The JESUS has spewed many of hateful things toward this woman, as she has probably done right back at him, when he's not around of course, so she doesn't end up like Terri Lively.
The guard let her and the cameraman into the barrier they have created around Michael Lively's out door locker room. The woman walks over toward the couch. Her curvy body blocks out the sun as she stand over top of Michael Lively. The JESUS looks up at her with his eyes still a little bruised from last week, and tap over the bridge of his nose. The cameraman stand off to the side to get a perfect view of Lively and Shannon as she lifts the mic to her mouth.
Cindy: Michael Lively, last week you suffered a nasty nose breakage at the hands of Shadow...
Lively: And the Shadow suffered his first ever loss at the hands of Michael Lively. It's real apparent what is going to come out of your mouth next Cindy, it's as if I wrote it myself.
Lively turns toward the camera giving it a clever wink-wink, and then gets back to his statement.
Lively: You are probably wondering how I can compete with an injured nose like I have. I mean no medical doctor would clear me for competition. Well as I found out last week I am not under contract, and not covered or sanctioned by any authority or sports commission. Therefore I need no clearance.
Cindy: Well first of all Michael, I don't really think you beat Shadow last week...
Lively: What does the record book say? Hunh, Lively-W, Shadow-L...the wrestling historians will look back and know without a Shadow of a doubt that the JESUS went to that ring, did work, made the Shadow his bitch. Walked out with my hand raised, and he got the loosing purse for the evening. You Cindy Shannon he was sent there to take me out, he was sent there like a little puppy that had to obey his master. The Shadow was just a little bitch that spoke when his master made him speak. Jeff said ruin Michael Lively, and this asshole didn't realize that is an impossible task.
Cindy: I'm not so sure things went down how you claim.
Lively: Who are you the wrestling police, please. If the JESUS speaks it, then that’s the fucking gospel. Now onto you next lame attempt to bring the fans something entertaining.
Cindy: Tonight it seems you are pitted against another man Jeff is sending your way...in Zero.
Lively then stands throwing his Watchmen Comic book to the ground.
Lively: You see that Cindy, that right there is the world this asshole lives in. A make believe world where midget fly, bitches like you don't have venereal diseases, and he can't speak. WHY?
Cindy Shannon shrugs her shoulders in confusion taken back by the emotion Lively has just poured out.
Lively: I'll tell you why. IN his make believe world he's the man bringing peace to all. He a real life Michael Jackson if you will. Unifying all in the name of peace. Well the JESUS says fuck peace, and fuck Zero. Fuck comic books, and Fuck Wonder Woman.
Cindy: Why Fuck Wonder Woman?
Lively: (In His Best Dice Clay Voice) Who wouldn't fuck Wonder Woman, ooohhhh!!! Listen Cindy try and stay with me here. The last asshole that came down the pike didn't want to do what Jeff said. He thought he had no reason to break me down, and he ended up with a big fat "L" in his record book. This dumb mute bastard is the same. The only difference is he thinks because I'm evil, have evil thoughts, or perform heinous acts that his crime fighting, peace bringing, half retarded, monkey fucking ass is contracted by the forces of Greyskull to stop me in my tracks. Zero, I hope you are listening. Maybe at least Charmin, or Sharmell, or who ever that cock licking lackey that runs beside you is. I'm Michael Lively, I have made name for myself by shocking the world. In doing so I have made it a habit of clowning dick snots like yourself inside the ring. Making you look foolish at every turn. IT seems I am in for a challenge though with you. Apparently you have done my job for me. A bandage wrapped mummy with sunglasses on who thinks his life mission is seek and save the lost. Where have I heard that before? Oh, the original JESUS. He was the Sheppard to the broken, the Savior for all sinners. Well this JESUS speaks for the bad ass sinners who wish to do with forgiveness. I represent the band of assholes that like sin, love the evils they do, and don't have any remorse for it. So Zero tonight you look into the face of evil, and when you do I ask you WHAT'CHA GONNA DO BROTHER???
Cindy: Are you going Hulk Hogan on me?
Lively: Hunh, no...maybe...what’s wrong with that? Fuck it. Zero it's Michael Lively not bound by a contract, not held down by an athletic commission, a man with nothing to lose going one on one with you. You my friend are the one with everything on the line. Losing to a man not signed, not wanted. You see the villain is expected to loose, however the hero...it's so tragic when the hero falls. Many of hero's have stood before me Zero. You are no different, you may be a little creepier then the rest. I mean the whole bandage thing, missing a tongue and what not, but still the same. Made of flesh, blood streaming through your veins, and can feel pain just like the rest of us. The story isn't inked in the pages of a comic. When I kick you square in the teeth it will hurt. You scat loving friend on the outside will scream in horror as he will feel your pain. Superman can't help you, Batman doesn't give a fuck, and Spider Man is busy giving Mary Jane a fresh set of Arabian Sand Goggles with his spidey nuts. The point is unless you can summon the God of Thunder, the only miracle performed on this evening is when the JESUS performs the miracle of pissing on your career in front of the world. I'm Michael Lively, take a hard long look, don't even blink cause with a few strokes of my wrist I will surely show you where I'm cumming from...bitch!!!
Lively then steps back, strikes the JESUS pose which makes Cindy Shannon display an ugly look of disgust.
Lively: Cindy guess what the moon becoming aligned with sun on the third say of a summer solstice after a gopher shits on a leprechauns chest has to do with anything?
Cindy: What?
No sooner then she answers what with a puzzled look does her face turn to one of horror as she sees Lively's boot coming right at her chin. Prior to it connecting she reads the words Zero written on the bottom of his boot. The camera catches all of this as she hits the deck laid out cold on the grass. Security turns around real fast as the fans explode in reaction to Lively planting his super kick in the woman’s face. One guard rushes over to see what the problem was.
Guard: Yo, what’s the deal, what happened?
Lively: Zero....Zilch...nothing!
Lively then has a seat on the couch picking up his comic book. Suddenly he jumps up on the couch looking out to the fans waiting to get inside the building. He pumps a fist in the air.
Lively: Zero for peace...Zero for peace...
Lively then begin chopping his hands to his crotch like DX.
Lively: Zero can suck this piece!!!
The fans all begin showering the JESUS with their hatred of him. He laughs as he has a seat on the couch. The camera zooms in on his face prior to fading out.
Lively: FUCK ZERO...and FUCK PEACE!!!
The roar of the crowd can be heard rumbling in the backstage area of the arena. Michael Lively flips the curtain to the side as he makes his way backstage from the arena. The man's face and chest look as if he has been involved in a murder. His skin crimson stained from the brutal nose fracture he suffered in the ring at the hands of Shadow. The man takes a second as he leans against the wall with one hand to catch a breath. His other free hand wipes the blood running down his nose and flings it to the floor. Ms. Lively walks toward her son with a towel in hand. The Cougar has a look of concern toward her son's health. Michael noticed his mother and quickly stands tall. He snatches the towel rapidly from his mother and begins to clean his face the best he can. The man then turns to walk down the hall. Lively hangs a left and slams open the medical trainer’s room. Lively takes a seat on the table throwing the towel to the floor. The APW's on hand doctor looks stunned by the sudden intrusion by Lively and his mother. The JESUS sees the man looking shocked and then lets loose.
Lively: What’s the matter doc; it's just a broken nose. Get out your mallet, lets set this fucker straight so I can be on my way.
Lively's eyes have swollen from the injury. His nose looks like a scoop of hamburger helper laid on his face. The doctor reluctantly steps forward.
Doc: Well Mr. Lively...you are not under contract with APW, and I had very explicit instructions to not to treat you for any injuries you may have acquired.
Lively's domineer changes from one wanting a simple fix up to one of furios anger.
Lively: SO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU ARE NOT GOING TO FIX ME UP!!!
Doc: I was also instructed to call security if you can here.
Lively: Did you call them?
Doc: Not yet...
Lively not missing a beat leaps off the table getting right in the doctor's face. Lively's right hand extends clutching the man's throat as he shoves his back into the wall. Michael then send three solid head butts right into the man’s nose exploding it as blood splatters everywhere. Lively then releases his grasp as the man slithers to the floor unconscious. He turns toward his mother with a serious fury in his eyes. She quickly hands her son a towel and backs out of his way knowing full well that she could easily become a victim next. He wipes his face clean, and motions for his mother to follow. They make their way to the arena exit.
Lively: Your going to get my stuff...
Ms. Lively: It's already in the car.
Lively: Good. You’re going to take me to a quick care center to get this fucking nose fixed up.
Ms. Lively nods in approval to her son as she then opens the door for him as he can exit the building. He steps out into the parking lot and pauses turning back to his mother. She looks at Michael and knows what she has done wrong. The woman then turns back to the hallway, and in her biggest voice possible yells. "MICHAEL LIVELY HAS JUST LEFT THE BUILDING!!!" He smirks at the ridiculous comments made by his mother, and then walks toward the car. He knows that is the stupidest thing to ever be done in the history of wrestling, but he gets a kick out of making his mother do it. The woman opens the door to the car for her son, waits for him to have a seat, then takes her spot behind the wheel.
Lively: I can't believe Jeff would stick his nose in my business.
Ms. Lively: Michael...you have gotten under his skin. It's no surprise that you invoked a fit of rage from him. I mean he sent that big bastard out there to destroy you.
Lively: That’s right, and he didn't. In fact it will be marked in the record books that the JESUS is the first man to hold a singles win over the Shadow.
Ms. Lively: But it was a disqualification.
Lively: Jeff saved the man the embarrassment, he saved the man from getting those shoulder eventually pinned by the JESUS. At the end of the day the end result was the same...me the VICTOR!!! Lively 1, Shadow Zero.
Ms. Lively: Speaking of Zero...I heard Jeff tell one of the bookers thats who you are facing next week.
Lively: Who?
Ms. Lively: Zero...
Lively: Is this Sesame Street...am facing a number of the day.
Ms. Lively: No he's a mysterious man that is capable of inflicting damage.
Lively: Please...Had a little horsey named Paul Revere, Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer. Ridin through the land, kicking up sand, Sheriffs posse on my tail cause I'm in demand. One lonely Beastie I be, all y me without nobody!!!
Ms. Lively: Wh-what? Is that Beastie Boys?
Lively: Yep!
Ms. Lively: What does that have to do with you facing Zero?
Lively: Exactly...if I gave you a single, normal six sided die with one through six on it what are the odds I roll a seven.
Ms. Lively: Zero...
Lively: Exactly the odds this mysterious creep has of beating the JESUS one on one inside MY ring.
After a few minutes of discussion, and a little driving they arrive in the parking lot of a quick care center. They car is parked and Michael Lively exits the car walking toward the entrance. With a motion from his hand Ms. Lively is told to stay back as he goes to get fixed up.
Hours Later, Late into the Evening
Ms. Lively has a her seat reclined, and her feet resting on the dash board trying to find some comfort in the rental car as she waits for the JESUS to have his nose repaired. Suddenly the automatic doors of the medical facility slide apart opening up. Ms. Lively peers toward the entrance seeing the shadowy figure of her son walking out. She plops her foot down on the floor, fixes her seat and starts the engine of the car. As Michael Lively makes his way closer to the car the light then illuminates his appearance. The man's face completely covered by bandages, with a number ninety nine written across it with black Sharpie. Ms. Lively looks at her son puzzled.
Ms. Lively: Michael...is that you?
The bandaged face shakes its head yes in response.
Ms. Lively: What’s with the Ninety Nine on your face.
Lively then walks around taking a seat in the passenger seat next to his mother. He pulls out a notepad and pen from his pocket. With a few scribbles he then turn the pad toward his mother answering her question.
Ms. Lively: You are now a mute, you cannot speak, and will now be known as 99...alright.
Lively then scribbles some more, and turns the notepad back.
Ms. Lively: 99 for violence!!! Alright then, so where are we heading 99?
Lively then writes down something else for his mother that’s just reads "DRIVE". The cougar then begins trolling the town. Unlike most of her trolling trips, this one is for apparently for violence instead of male sausage. The bandaged face of Lively is highlighted with sunglasses over his eyes. Suddenly he bangs on the window because he can't say the words STOP. Ms. Lively looks at her son who seems to be pointing under a bridge they are driving by. The Cougar then parks the car as her son opens the door fast, and sprints over toward the bridge. Ms. Lively quickly runs over following her son, and she soon walks upon the thing that has gotten her son's interest sparked. Two homeless vagrants engaged in a fist fight rolling on the ground. Lively once again scribbles something on the paper, and then holds it in the air. It reads "99 for violence". Ms. Lively looks at this note pad in slight confusion.
Ms. Lively: What does that mean Michael?
He then writes something else down.
Ms. Lively: Your searching for number 199. and when you find him you are going to take his number. I don't get it, what number...his phone number?
Just then the two bums stop their fight noticing an audience. They stand up dusting themselves off.
Bum: What can we help you with?
Bum2: Yeah, you are interrupting something very important.
Lively then scribbles something down on paper and then gives it to his mother. She then translates her sons comments to the bums.
Ms. Lively. Well, first this is number 99, and he is in the search of number 199.
Bum: Well why don't you take the number 225...
Bum 2: And subtract number 26...
Bum: Then you'll have number 199...
Ms. Lively looks into the sunglasses of her sons bandaged face very confused by the entire thing going on in front of her. Michael then writes something else down.
Ms. Lively: He says you can also take the number 757 subtract 558 and get the number 199...
The two bums look at each other in confusion.
Ms. Lively: So what, now!
Bum: This has zero to do with us, and frankly you guys are weirding us out...
Just then Michael Lively whips a super kicks right into that bums face. He falls back limp with his arms curled up. The second bum runs toward Lively, who simply kicks the man in the gut. Places his head between his legs and then performs a front flip pile driver. The man's head hits the concrete and Lively screams out in pain as his tail bone collides with the hard cement as well. Ms. Lively tries to help up her son as he rips the bandages off his face.
Lively: Fuck...it doesn't hurt the guys in the comic books, but this shit fucking hurt bad...I should have just kicked this asshole.
Lively then reveals his splinted nose with two tubs in his nostrils to form a normal nose once again.
Ms. Lively: What is the deal, why the bandages, why the bums and the crazy number shit?
Lively: Who knows, I don't. Just thought it would be funny.
Outside the arena
Prior to Overdrive, Michael Lively has a couch set up outside the arena. A folding screen used to change behind, and a locker with a bench. To one's assumption it seems the JESUS has made his very own locker room outside the arena. The fans scream and holler obscenities toward the JESUS as he chills on his couch. Security lines the entire thing to keep fans out, but most importantly keep Lively there until match time. Just then an old familiar face comes walking up to one of the guards. Cindy Shannon and a camera man. This sight tickles the JESUS as he and this woman have some sort of past. The JESUS has spewed many of hateful things toward this woman, as she has probably done right back at him, when he's not around of course, so she doesn't end up like Terri Lively.
The guard let her and the cameraman into the barrier they have created around Michael Lively's out door locker room. The woman walks over toward the couch. Her curvy body blocks out the sun as she stand over top of Michael Lively. The JESUS looks up at her with his eyes still a little bruised from last week, and tap over the bridge of his nose. The cameraman stand off to the side to get a perfect view of Lively and Shannon as she lifts the mic to her mouth.
Cindy: Michael Lively, last week you suffered a nasty nose breakage at the hands of Shadow...
Lively: And the Shadow suffered his first ever loss at the hands of Michael Lively. It's real apparent what is going to come out of your mouth next Cindy, it's as if I wrote it myself.
Lively turns toward the camera giving it a clever wink-wink, and then gets back to his statement.
Lively: You are probably wondering how I can compete with an injured nose like I have. I mean no medical doctor would clear me for competition. Well as I found out last week I am not under contract, and not covered or sanctioned by any authority or sports commission. Therefore I need no clearance.
Cindy: Well first of all Michael, I don't really think you beat Shadow last week...
Lively: What does the record book say? Hunh, Lively-W, Shadow-L...the wrestling historians will look back and know without a Shadow of a doubt that the JESUS went to that ring, did work, made the Shadow his bitch. Walked out with my hand raised, and he got the loosing purse for the evening. You Cindy Shannon he was sent there to take me out, he was sent there like a little puppy that had to obey his master. The Shadow was just a little bitch that spoke when his master made him speak. Jeff said ruin Michael Lively, and this asshole didn't realize that is an impossible task.
Cindy: I'm not so sure things went down how you claim.
Lively: Who are you the wrestling police, please. If the JESUS speaks it, then that’s the fucking gospel. Now onto you next lame attempt to bring the fans something entertaining.
Cindy: Tonight it seems you are pitted against another man Jeff is sending your way...in Zero.
Lively then stands throwing his Watchmen Comic book to the ground.
Lively: You see that Cindy, that right there is the world this asshole lives in. A make believe world where midget fly, bitches like you don't have venereal diseases, and he can't speak. WHY?
Cindy Shannon shrugs her shoulders in confusion taken back by the emotion Lively has just poured out.
Lively: I'll tell you why. IN his make believe world he's the man bringing peace to all. He a real life Michael Jackson if you will. Unifying all in the name of peace. Well the JESUS says fuck peace, and fuck Zero. Fuck comic books, and Fuck Wonder Woman.
Cindy: Why Fuck Wonder Woman?
Lively: (In His Best Dice Clay Voice) Who wouldn't fuck Wonder Woman, ooohhhh!!! Listen Cindy try and stay with me here. The last asshole that came down the pike didn't want to do what Jeff said. He thought he had no reason to break me down, and he ended up with a big fat "L" in his record book. This dumb mute bastard is the same. The only difference is he thinks because I'm evil, have evil thoughts, or perform heinous acts that his crime fighting, peace bringing, half retarded, monkey fucking ass is contracted by the forces of Greyskull to stop me in my tracks. Zero, I hope you are listening. Maybe at least Charmin, or Sharmell, or who ever that cock licking lackey that runs beside you is. I'm Michael Lively, I have made name for myself by shocking the world. In doing so I have made it a habit of clowning dick snots like yourself inside the ring. Making you look foolish at every turn. IT seems I am in for a challenge though with you. Apparently you have done my job for me. A bandage wrapped mummy with sunglasses on who thinks his life mission is seek and save the lost. Where have I heard that before? Oh, the original JESUS. He was the Sheppard to the broken, the Savior for all sinners. Well this JESUS speaks for the bad ass sinners who wish to do with forgiveness. I represent the band of assholes that like sin, love the evils they do, and don't have any remorse for it. So Zero tonight you look into the face of evil, and when you do I ask you WHAT'CHA GONNA DO BROTHER???
Cindy: Are you going Hulk Hogan on me?
Lively: Hunh, no...maybe...what’s wrong with that? Fuck it. Zero it's Michael Lively not bound by a contract, not held down by an athletic commission, a man with nothing to lose going one on one with you. You my friend are the one with everything on the line. Losing to a man not signed, not wanted. You see the villain is expected to loose, however the hero...it's so tragic when the hero falls. Many of hero's have stood before me Zero. You are no different, you may be a little creepier then the rest. I mean the whole bandage thing, missing a tongue and what not, but still the same. Made of flesh, blood streaming through your veins, and can feel pain just like the rest of us. The story isn't inked in the pages of a comic. When I kick you square in the teeth it will hurt. You scat loving friend on the outside will scream in horror as he will feel your pain. Superman can't help you, Batman doesn't give a fuck, and Spider Man is busy giving Mary Jane a fresh set of Arabian Sand Goggles with his spidey nuts. The point is unless you can summon the God of Thunder, the only miracle performed on this evening is when the JESUS performs the miracle of pissing on your career in front of the world. I'm Michael Lively, take a hard long look, don't even blink cause with a few strokes of my wrist I will surely show you where I'm cumming from...bitch!!!
Lively then steps back, strikes the JESUS pose which makes Cindy Shannon display an ugly look of disgust.
Lively: Cindy guess what the moon becoming aligned with sun on the third say of a summer solstice after a gopher shits on a leprechauns chest has to do with anything?
Cindy: What?
No sooner then she answers what with a puzzled look does her face turn to one of horror as she sees Lively's boot coming right at her chin. Prior to it connecting she reads the words Zero written on the bottom of his boot. The camera catches all of this as she hits the deck laid out cold on the grass. Security turns around real fast as the fans explode in reaction to Lively planting his super kick in the woman’s face. One guard rushes over to see what the problem was.
Guard: Yo, what’s the deal, what happened?
Lively: Zero....Zilch...nothing!
Lively then has a seat on the couch picking up his comic book. Suddenly he jumps up on the couch looking out to the fans waiting to get inside the building. He pumps a fist in the air.
Lively: Zero for peace...Zero for peace...
Lively then begin chopping his hands to his crotch like DX.
Lively: Zero can suck this piece!!!
The fans all begin showering the JESUS with their hatred of him. He laughs as he has a seat on the couch. The camera zooms in on his face prior to fading out.
Lively: FUCK ZERO...and FUCK PEACE!!!
