Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Aug 13, 2009 19:18:10 GMT -4
"Yeah I told you...you are no different than all the others non-believers. Listen Aaron I have my chance now, and I am going to sieze it by the balls. You can start counting the money again, and do that thing you do to make it multiply, cause the JESUS is pretty much good as inked to his old deal."
Michael Lively then hangs the phone up full of excitement, he turns to his mother who happens to be standing beside him, and in one fluid motion backhands her right across the face. The woman stumbles to the side trying to keep her balance.
"WHOOOO...I'm pretty much back BITCH!!! You know what that means?"
With her hand on her cheek and her eyes broken down like a battered dog she looks toward her son as if she has no idea.
"The Hottest Shit Going is back in the mix, back on the books, and ready to get what I set out to do over a year ago...become the first man to hold every title that APW has to offer."
Ms. Lively rubs that cheek again and then puts her hands back down by her side.
"So why exactly then if you are so excited did you backhand the shit out of me?" the woman asks with a slight hint of temper. She knows that there is nothing she can do, but still feels the need to know why on this occasion.
"Listen mother...I was excited. You ever had something so good you just wish you could slap someone, or had so much emotion pent up that it needed to be released. Well, that just happened right on your face. I gave a solid Jacky slapping because my plan worked. Not to mention neither you or Aaron believed my idea would work. It went exactly as I planned, almost as if Jeff and I sat down talked this thing through, then watch it unfold."
The man gleams like he has never gleamed before. His ego inflated even more as if that were possible. The self proclaimed Savior of APW then walks toward the car door of his rental waiting for his mother to do her job. After an evening like this the man wishes to celebrate.
Up in the Club....
Music pulsates and pounds of the tiled walls of a fancy nightclub. The multicolored lights dance around in the air illuminating anything in it's path the various colors of reds, blues, and purples. A barrage of Strobe light begin to flicker off every few minutes making everyone ragging on the dance floor appear as if they are operating on slow motion. In the VIP booth behind the velvet red ropes sits the man who feels he has so much to be thankful for, so much to celebrate Michael Lively. The table accented with two small red jars that flicker with flames from tea light candles. The large men guarding the VIP section suddenly parts the red ropes letting the barely dressed cocktail waitress in. The woman sets down two large buckets filled with ice and Jack Daniels. She turns to the JESUS asking if there is anything else needed. Michael simply thanks the woman, and sends her on her way.
Terri Lively, the mother of the White Lion, the reason the worlds is cursed with the nasty attitude of Michael Lively then enters the club. She is escorted by one very large security guard who uses his flashlight to part the sea of humanity on the dance floor so they can head toward the VIP booth. The woman dressed for sex seems to have on no undergarments and a very thin white see through dress. When the lights strobe it appears as if the woman is naked. She steps past the velvet ropes with the assistance of a security guard and has a seat next to her son. Usually the sight of his mother in her finest slut atire sends him through the roof and sparks an onslaught of insults, but on this evening nothing seems to be bothering the man known as the JESUS. A vibration from his pocket alerts him that his phone is ringing. He sets his drink down on the table and reaches into his pocket to answer the incoming call.
"Yeah I'm sure you'll be recognized, everyone knows you, just tell them you here with me and they'll show you where we are."
Lively then picks up his drink takes a serious gulp and then looks toward his mother. The woman stares back at her son expecting something nasty to leave his mouth but he doesn't oblige. He simply points to the alcohol and tells her to have a drink.
"Michael, I'm so happy for you. I hope you get your contract back" the Cougar exclaims which finally raises the eyebrow of the easily tempered Michael Lively.
"Listen, I'm not stressing about that yet mother. One thing at a time, now just have a drink, wait for my guest before you go off on the hunt, cause I know he would like to say hello before you going getting your evelope stuffed by some random dick snot."
Just then as if qued to do so the arrival of a familiar sight comes through the red ropes marking off the exclusive spot from all the other jabrones in the club. Ms. Lively springs to her feet with a huge smile, and runs over wrapping her arms around the man that has just arrived.
"Twister...I can't believe you made it."
"Easy Terri..."
The man gives her a hug back and then pulls her off a bit, sort of like you do when a dog humps you leg. A real awkward moment happens and then passes.
"It's good to see you too." he then mutters out as he then steps toward Michael Lively. The JESUS stands extending his hand toward an old friend. They shake and then touch shoulder in a bro hug.
"Look man I got us some Jack, and I know your thirsty"
Twister smiles and the two men have a seat.
"So Natural, how the fuck you been you cock sniffer?"
"Not too bad you homophobic dick gobbler"
The two men laugh then salute each other by clinking their glasses together.
"So, it seems you are making an impact. Although I'm not surprised that’s what you do. I knew when you made your way back here, that there would be some hesitation from management. Yet I knew without a shadow of a doubt that you would wear people down, and get your way. SO you and Jeff hunh."
"Yeah"
Michael pauses a moment looking over at his mother. He gives her the iggy to get to scampering and leave the men too talk. The Cougar stands just as the light begin to strobe. Twister gets a good view of what’s cooking and then takes another swig of Jack. Lively shakes his head in disgust and gets back to talking with the Natural Disaster otherwise known as Twister.
"Listen Natural, I must say I'm a little nervous about this thing. I mean I have so much ridding on this, my fucking life is on the line pretty much. I was nieve, made some mistakes, and you know let my ego do the thinking. I starring at this thing working out, or bankruptcy court."
"That’s rough man, what can do to help? You need a loan or something?"
"Nah bro, that’s not why your here. Listen I just wanted to have a good time. Get some shit off my chest. You know Jeff is no joke, and I have never tangled with him before."
"Listen to you, what the fuck happened to you over there on Long Island. Those sick fucks ruined the Michael Lively I used to know."
"What the fuck are you talking about, I'm still the man I was."
"The hell you are, the Michael Lively I used to know wouldn't be sitting here acting like a bitch. He wouldn't be second guessing himself. Listen to yourself, Jeff's tough, Jeff's a bad ass, I never faced Jeff before, shut the fuck up. Did you ever fight Doctor Phate before, did you ever Trevor, or Kenny, the point is the old Michael Lively didn't give a fuck. He wouldn't sit and focus on losing, that mother fucker would just talk that shit, go out there leave it all in the ring, and most of the time walk out the fucking winner. This little bitch sitting here right know is going to seriously get his ass whipped if he steps in there with Jeff. You need to bury this fucker here tonight Mike, kill that sappy fuck, or don't even show up to the PPV."
Michael takes a large gulp of his Jack Daniels and looks toward his friend absorbing what he has just said.
"You want me to call my lawyer friend, he handles bankruptcy?"
Lively flips Twister the bird, pours some more Jack into the Natural's glass then takes the fucking bottle and begins chugging it down. Lively then stands chucking his glass into the crowded dance floor and pounds some more Jack Daniels.
"That’s what I'm talking about, looks like we might need some help partying tonight."
Twister whips out his phone, as Michael Lively hops up and down on the couch chugging the whiskey straight from the bottle.
Aftermath, W.T.F....
With a puddle of drool underneath his cheek the JESUS opens his eyes. The sight was quite unexpected as he glares directly into the path of the bottom of a steel toilet. The man tries to stand up not sure what is happening, or where he is. The man grabs at his head as he butt slides up against the wall. He lets out a deep sigh of pain and then begins scanning his surroundings. It has now sunk in crystal clear that the JESUS is locked tightly in the clink. Portland Maine has the Hottest Shit Going locked solidly behind bars, and Michael Lively has no idea why. The man struggles to himself upright, and takes a gander downward. His pants have been cutoff into shorts, and seems to be wearing a pink t-shirt that reads "Super Sexy". Michael Lively looks rather disgusted at his apparel as an officer arrives, and throws a chuckle toward the JESUS before opening the cell.
"Looks like someone bailed you out Super Sexy"
Lively shakes his head looking at the cop that seems to be having a nice laugh at his expense and exits the cell.
"What the hell was I arrested for?" Lively asks as they make their way through the department toward the out processing. The officer ignores the questioning from the JESUS and leaves him at the desk where another officer attends to the out process procedure. After getting no answers to his apparent mystery, a few signatures, a scheduled court date, and all his belongings back in his possession the Hottest Shit Going exits the police station in. The sun beats down on the hung over Lively as he tries to retreat under a tree for shelter. The mans head still pounding from his evening before the man has a seat in the grass as he tries to figure out where he is at, and what he is going to do next. Michael Lively then turns on his cell phone to try to get a ride home, but is interrupted with numerous messages and voice mails.
"God Damn, 37 missed calls, 14 voice mails...what the fuck did I get into last night?"
Lively then dials into to his voice and begins to give them a listen to try and piece together his evening prior.
First Message 12:01 am
"Michael...where did you go? Someone pulled the fire alarm at the club...oh shit it was you hunh you crazy fuck...call me when you get this."
Next Message 12:45 am
"You are going to be in all sorts of shit Michael, I can't believe you took off with the fire truck. I said we needed to party hard but holy shit man you know how to take it to another level man, hit me up when you ditch the fire truck."
Michael Lively grabs his forehead in shock not remembering anything about stealing a fire truck.
Next Message 1:15 am
"Michael, its your mother...uhh I'm not sure where you went. I'm going to catch a ride with Daniel...he's uhhh...a nice guy I met, call me tomorrow."
Lively smirks in sort of a disgusted way.
"That nasty bitch, I hope she boils her clam burger before she gets back home."
Next Message 1:24
"Mr. Lively, this is James Irwin the concierge of the Hotel. I'm not sure what is going on, or why you thought it would be acceptable to valet park a fire truck. We do not have the capability to park a fire truck. Sir we have called you room, and you aren't answering. Please sir, give me a call so we can work this out."
Next Message 1:47 am
"Hello Michael...this is Ginger. I'm sort of lost, and don't know where your Hotel is...call me when you get a chance."
Lively smiles from ear to ear.
"Nice Ginger, sounded hot I hope I called her back."
Next Message 1:51 am
"Michael Lively, this is Edgar from Trannies to Go. The Red head transsexual your ordered can't find the hotel, please call us so we can nail down these directions."
A look of serious concern slap Michael right across the face.
"Trannies to go, holy shit man, please tell me I didn't call them back."
Next Message 2:24 am
"Michael, it's Ginger...I had a great time"
"Ahhh...FUCK...I did"
"and you can call me anytime when you are back in town. Thanks sugar...oh and that tip was so generous."
Lively falls back on the grass in disgust as he begin dry heaving.
Next Message 2:33 am
"Mike you rotten bastard, it's Aaron. Listen man I hope you get that contract back...cause I'm pretty sure Enterprise Rental Car is going to hit us pretty hard. I don't think they will appreciate the steamy shit you took on the hood of my rental...plus I found out the fucking thing doesn't run on JESUS piss either. So yeah...you are paying for a tow as well, and you might want to prepare yourself for a detail job from a carwash...I guess you thought it was cute to draw a picture of yourself with a huge dick on the windshield in toothpaste....I think you might want to see a therapist."
Lively chuckles a bit.
"Fuck you Aaron"
Next Message 2:54 am
"Mike...it's Twister...what the fuck bro. You haven't called me back. I guess your still running around putting local fires out. I'm thinking you might want me to pick you up, you seemed hammered..and sort of loony, call me dip shit."
Next Message 3:03
"Michael...hey it's me, and me is you...hopefully you'll understand."
"I called myself"
"Yeah soooo...note to self, sniffing white powder doesn't help the Whiskey go down any smoother, it makes you freeeeaaakkk ouuutt man. So listen when you get this in the morning I want you to know that you are so rugged"
Lively smiles at himself complimenting himself on his own voicemail.
"So second...no matter what you think, you didn't bang that tranny."
"Thank God"
"You are no fag, you just got a blowjob."
"WHAT!!!"
"In some countries is perfectly acceptable, and considered non-gay, third Fire trucks are too slow, hard to park, and no one can valet them...but this Cop car we stole is the shit."
"Fuck me I stole a Cop car"
"Third...ahhh shit we got a call...(a voice comes over the cb radio calling for officers to respond) THIS IS OFFICER LIVELY I'M IN ROUTE TO THE 419, Mike...gotta go....talk to you later you fucking stud."
"That was creepy I called myself a stud and it sounded sexual."
Next Message 3:53 am
"Michael its Twister bro, Now I can understand why you are not answering....cause they just interrupted the Full House late night marathon for a breaking news alert...apparently you just showed up to a crime scene I’m progress, beat the shit out of a grandmother, taser the battered wife for lipping off to her husband, and made the suspect which was her husband a deputy of the JESUS Law Enforcement. Bro I will bail you out in the morning, and maybe we need to talk about self control..,later fucker."
Next Message 4:22 am
"Michael...hey it's me again, yeah you or me, what ever listen. We are running from the Police right now. Don't believe what anyone says, those women had it coming...that grandmother threatened to shove her cane up our ass...so she got what was coming...the wife...well maybe I lost control a little...you no what fuck it, it was justified...no regrets. Ssssshhhh...here they come, stay quite Michael...fourth note to self bean bag launched from shot gun hurt like hell, and leave nasty bruises."
Lively then looks at his abs noticing two large purple and yellow bruises.
" Also...you make a damn good cop, so if Jeff wins...sign up for the Police Department..they could use a fair and balanced due like us on the force. Ohhh shit they made me....fuck you copper's."
"Holy shit, was that gunshots....what the fuck did I do?"
"Stop in the name of the JESUS LAW ENFORCEMENT, I'm not going to ask you.....uhhhh...shhhiiittt....taser..Mike...theeeey got us with a tas.....fuck I'm pissing myself."
Next Message 5:17 am
"Alright Michael, it's you again...listen we got one call from here and who better to call then us. I mean if anyone can represent us the JESUS LAW FIRM can do the fucking job, so do some lawyering type shit and get us out of here...NOW you small dick ass clown. We can't rot in jail all fucking night...we have to prepare to fight Pence Weatherbe's the Prince of Penis, Lord of Anal, and Queen of Cock Knocking...so fill out some forms, bring your wallet and get yourself out of....... (Cop's Voice) Jimmy, this asshole just threw up on himself and then passed out, I'll toss his fruity ass back in the cell"
Michael Lively then stands shocked and wishing last night had never happened. He then checks his text messages and sees that the APW booker texted him that he will be facing Pence Weatherlight. With a shake of his head he just waits as he ponders the fact that he just spent the better part of the morning in jail. Suddenly a man that hasn’t been seen in sometime appears in front of Lively, Chubs his old personal camera man he hired back in the day.
"What the fuck...Chubs...what are you doing here?"
"You texted me to meet you here, you said bring my gear cause we are back in business. So here I am, got me gear, and ready to film what ever you need."
"Chubs...listen when did you get here?"
"Just now, it took me a bit."
"So you weren't anywhere around me last night."
"Nope...just got here, although when you called it sounded like you were havning a shit ton of fun."
Lively then takes a breath and sighs out in releif realizing there is no solid proof any of this went down, esspecially the Tranny ordeal.
"It's funny Mr. Lively...Twister called me."
"He did, what did he say."
"Nothing he told me to swing by his hotel when I got here, gave me a bag for you. Said you might need it when I saw you."
Lively then reaches out grabbing the wrinkled brown paper bag from Chubs. The JESUS sees a fresh pair of clothes and smiles.
The Time Has Finally Arrived
Chubs steadies the camera on a tripod and flicks the switch to bring it to life. As he focuses in on Michael Lively The JESUS picks a leaf from the tree and crumples it in his hands.
"I'm sure that’s what the fans and all the APW had hoped my career had become, a pile of dust. Well I hate to inform you people that is the furthest thing from reality, in fact after Shockwave I will be in your faces each and every week. Here to drive you insane, disgust you, make you sick, and down right bring forth a new level of disrespect. Enough of what is to come after Shockwave, because prior to my destiny with Jeff it seems I have another challenge in front of me. Jeff has sent people my direction with the hopes they might be able to extinguish the flame of Michael Lively, but this bitch keep on burning doesn't it. This week on Overdrive Jeff has brought in a big gun if you will, in the former World Champion Pence Weatherlight."
Lively looks to the sky as he takes a deep breath to continue his rant.
"Pence if you have a second I would like you attention. That’s right stop dildoing your ass, and tell Masterson to pull you balls out of his mouth, a nut sack can only take so much humming. NOw look deep into that TV set Pence, check me out...not that way you ultra queer."
Lively shakes his head in disgust.
"Take good hard look, because on Overdrive this is who you face, this is what you are up against. You know Pence I can't stand people like you. I hate baby face, ass kissing, retards like yourself. It takes so much talent to name drop the city your in for a cheap pop, then tell the fans how much they mean to you, and possibly drop a line or two about how you do it for them. Lets be honest I don't do it for them, and neither do you Pence. You could really care less what these fucking out of shape monkey fuckers think. There has to be good guys, and bad guys hunh Pence...it's no secret who you are, and me...well I can be that BAD GUY. In fact I make on hell of a bad guy. It fuels me, and drives me forward each and every day. ON Overdrive that’s what will help me when I face you. Imagine the roaring boo's the fans will spit out when I not only beat you but humiliate you, and desecrate you existence inside the ring. Pence you need to prepare yourself, get ready because our match will be unlike any other you've had. I have this way of making people look even better inside the ring all while making them look like shit at the same time. The point is a Michael Lively match never disappoints, and you my friend will be in for the treat of a lifetime as I give the people you love to entertain something they will never forget. A highlight reel moment will take place during our match. People will be buzzing on the chat boards, and texting each other to catch the replay on Youtube. It will be just shy of amazing."
Lively then begins walking down the path in front of the police station and finds a tree giving off shade. The JESUS walks under the tree, leans against it with one hand and begins rambling once more.
"Pence I don't have any respect for you, because I know I can beat you. The funny thing is I know you can beat me as well. IN fact any asshole in the locker room is capable of getting over on the JESUS. The difference is I don't obsess on winning, just focus on getting in there and making you feel some pain, all while looking good in the process. Speaking of looking good, do I have my work cut out for me tonight. It’s going to take an act of god to make your steamy pile of shit style look good in a match, but thank goodness the JESUS is here. Now Pence I'm sure you are all worked up, and one of you cock gobbling associates is trying to massage your taint to calm you down, but listen man I don't mean any harm. It's just the facts, and sometimes they sting a bit. Your moves set sucks, you wrestling style is a bore, and you look like some asshole wannabe male model who snap pictures that look like your begging for cock. I mean for God sakes man the picture of you on the APW websites is just screaming for a dude to mash your dinner. WHo am I to judge, that’s between you and Gay Ramón to handle, I'm just hoping you plug your asshole before our match I would hate for your intestines to fall out of your hollowed out starfish."
Lively chuckles a bit then has a seat under the tree. His knees bent and his arm resting on top.
"Pence, enough about you sexual preferences, I understand it has nothing to do with our match. What is relevant is your crazy obsession with Level One, that’s just creepy. You seem to hate him, but it seems like one of those weird high school hates where you pretend to hate but really have a crush...fuck I'm doing it again, calling a you a flaming nacy boy who shoves cocks in his mail chute. Back on topic, your skills are weak, your will isn't strong enough to handle me. Face it your mind is fucked ever since Level One beat you for the title. You're not even all in the game, and seemed to have gone of the deep end. Well Michael Lively is here to give you that final shove into the water, and I hope you lame duck ass can't swim either. These are deep, volatile, and nasty waters that your swimming in Pence, and one is beginning to think that maybe you aren't ready for it yet. Overdrive will be a test, lets see if you pass. I just hope you can put Level One aside, maybe even forget about the world title for maybe 15 minutes, because I can honestly say that if you aren't focused on me then I will punish you for it. Don't let your mind wonder one single bit cause my boot will kick your teeth solidly down your jizz coated throat. This will be crystal clear from the very start it not a game, not your average match. Pence Weatherlight will finally get his come to JESUS meeting, and it's going to be a very intense meeting. I know your timid, and possibly worried. I'm sure you were cursing Jeff left and right when he booked the match. Well what’s done is done, and now you just have to deal with it. I know it's going to be hard, and you might even ask if we could move Overdrive to a Thursday just so you could have another day to muster up the balls to face the JESUS. Sadly the show is on Wedensday, and your clock is running out. Time to sack up, step through the curtains and stare down the man that’s is simply the Hottest Shit Going, the savior of wrestling, but you may just call me JESUS...the one and only Michael Mother Fucking Lively. I like to run my mouth abit, and claim that I have done it all...unfortunately that’s not the truth. I haven't won the Xtreme title, beaten Level One, or got over on Pence Weatherlight. Well thanks to Jeff it seems I can at least get started on my list, so Pencil Weatherbe I hope your believe in prayer, cause I'm listening very close...I can't wait for your to drop to your knees asking for guidance, asking for strength, because all you are going to receive from this JESUS is a mouth full of piss. Just remember Pence you may wish to beat me, but I say hold out both hands, wish in one, and shit in the other let me know which one fills up first big boy. Until Overdrive Weatherbe, this is Michael Lively saying fuck you, fuck off, eat a dick, and die you rotten cock smuggler. This is the year of the Lively bitches."
Lively then signals for Chubs to cut the camera feed. The man takes the camera off his shoulder relieved that Lively finally finished his rant. The JESUS look very concerned as he stares toward Chubs.
"Hey mother fucker, you’re giving me a ride, so pack the shit up and let’s go."
Chubs nods his head in approval of the JESUS's command and all that you see fades away.
Michael Lively then hangs the phone up full of excitement, he turns to his mother who happens to be standing beside him, and in one fluid motion backhands her right across the face. The woman stumbles to the side trying to keep her balance.
"WHOOOO...I'm pretty much back BITCH!!! You know what that means?"
With her hand on her cheek and her eyes broken down like a battered dog she looks toward her son as if she has no idea.
"The Hottest Shit Going is back in the mix, back on the books, and ready to get what I set out to do over a year ago...become the first man to hold every title that APW has to offer."
Ms. Lively rubs that cheek again and then puts her hands back down by her side.
"So why exactly then if you are so excited did you backhand the shit out of me?" the woman asks with a slight hint of temper. She knows that there is nothing she can do, but still feels the need to know why on this occasion.
"Listen mother...I was excited. You ever had something so good you just wish you could slap someone, or had so much emotion pent up that it needed to be released. Well, that just happened right on your face. I gave a solid Jacky slapping because my plan worked. Not to mention neither you or Aaron believed my idea would work. It went exactly as I planned, almost as if Jeff and I sat down talked this thing through, then watch it unfold."
The man gleams like he has never gleamed before. His ego inflated even more as if that were possible. The self proclaimed Savior of APW then walks toward the car door of his rental waiting for his mother to do her job. After an evening like this the man wishes to celebrate.
Up in the Club....
Music pulsates and pounds of the tiled walls of a fancy nightclub. The multicolored lights dance around in the air illuminating anything in it's path the various colors of reds, blues, and purples. A barrage of Strobe light begin to flicker off every few minutes making everyone ragging on the dance floor appear as if they are operating on slow motion. In the VIP booth behind the velvet red ropes sits the man who feels he has so much to be thankful for, so much to celebrate Michael Lively. The table accented with two small red jars that flicker with flames from tea light candles. The large men guarding the VIP section suddenly parts the red ropes letting the barely dressed cocktail waitress in. The woman sets down two large buckets filled with ice and Jack Daniels. She turns to the JESUS asking if there is anything else needed. Michael simply thanks the woman, and sends her on her way.
Terri Lively, the mother of the White Lion, the reason the worlds is cursed with the nasty attitude of Michael Lively then enters the club. She is escorted by one very large security guard who uses his flashlight to part the sea of humanity on the dance floor so they can head toward the VIP booth. The woman dressed for sex seems to have on no undergarments and a very thin white see through dress. When the lights strobe it appears as if the woman is naked. She steps past the velvet ropes with the assistance of a security guard and has a seat next to her son. Usually the sight of his mother in her finest slut atire sends him through the roof and sparks an onslaught of insults, but on this evening nothing seems to be bothering the man known as the JESUS. A vibration from his pocket alerts him that his phone is ringing. He sets his drink down on the table and reaches into his pocket to answer the incoming call.
"Yeah I'm sure you'll be recognized, everyone knows you, just tell them you here with me and they'll show you where we are."
Lively then picks up his drink takes a serious gulp and then looks toward his mother. The woman stares back at her son expecting something nasty to leave his mouth but he doesn't oblige. He simply points to the alcohol and tells her to have a drink.
"Michael, I'm so happy for you. I hope you get your contract back" the Cougar exclaims which finally raises the eyebrow of the easily tempered Michael Lively.
"Listen, I'm not stressing about that yet mother. One thing at a time, now just have a drink, wait for my guest before you go off on the hunt, cause I know he would like to say hello before you going getting your evelope stuffed by some random dick snot."
Just then as if qued to do so the arrival of a familiar sight comes through the red ropes marking off the exclusive spot from all the other jabrones in the club. Ms. Lively springs to her feet with a huge smile, and runs over wrapping her arms around the man that has just arrived.
"Twister...I can't believe you made it."
"Easy Terri..."
The man gives her a hug back and then pulls her off a bit, sort of like you do when a dog humps you leg. A real awkward moment happens and then passes.
"It's good to see you too." he then mutters out as he then steps toward Michael Lively. The JESUS stands extending his hand toward an old friend. They shake and then touch shoulder in a bro hug.
"Look man I got us some Jack, and I know your thirsty"
Twister smiles and the two men have a seat.
"So Natural, how the fuck you been you cock sniffer?"
"Not too bad you homophobic dick gobbler"
The two men laugh then salute each other by clinking their glasses together.
"So, it seems you are making an impact. Although I'm not surprised that’s what you do. I knew when you made your way back here, that there would be some hesitation from management. Yet I knew without a shadow of a doubt that you would wear people down, and get your way. SO you and Jeff hunh."
"Yeah"
Michael pauses a moment looking over at his mother. He gives her the iggy to get to scampering and leave the men too talk. The Cougar stands just as the light begin to strobe. Twister gets a good view of what’s cooking and then takes another swig of Jack. Lively shakes his head in disgust and gets back to talking with the Natural Disaster otherwise known as Twister.
"Listen Natural, I must say I'm a little nervous about this thing. I mean I have so much ridding on this, my fucking life is on the line pretty much. I was nieve, made some mistakes, and you know let my ego do the thinking. I starring at this thing working out, or bankruptcy court."
"That’s rough man, what can do to help? You need a loan or something?"
"Nah bro, that’s not why your here. Listen I just wanted to have a good time. Get some shit off my chest. You know Jeff is no joke, and I have never tangled with him before."
"Listen to you, what the fuck happened to you over there on Long Island. Those sick fucks ruined the Michael Lively I used to know."
"What the fuck are you talking about, I'm still the man I was."
"The hell you are, the Michael Lively I used to know wouldn't be sitting here acting like a bitch. He wouldn't be second guessing himself. Listen to yourself, Jeff's tough, Jeff's a bad ass, I never faced Jeff before, shut the fuck up. Did you ever fight Doctor Phate before, did you ever Trevor, or Kenny, the point is the old Michael Lively didn't give a fuck. He wouldn't sit and focus on losing, that mother fucker would just talk that shit, go out there leave it all in the ring, and most of the time walk out the fucking winner. This little bitch sitting here right know is going to seriously get his ass whipped if he steps in there with Jeff. You need to bury this fucker here tonight Mike, kill that sappy fuck, or don't even show up to the PPV."
Michael takes a large gulp of his Jack Daniels and looks toward his friend absorbing what he has just said.
"You want me to call my lawyer friend, he handles bankruptcy?"
Lively flips Twister the bird, pours some more Jack into the Natural's glass then takes the fucking bottle and begins chugging it down. Lively then stands chucking his glass into the crowded dance floor and pounds some more Jack Daniels.
"That’s what I'm talking about, looks like we might need some help partying tonight."
Twister whips out his phone, as Michael Lively hops up and down on the couch chugging the whiskey straight from the bottle.
Aftermath, W.T.F....
With a puddle of drool underneath his cheek the JESUS opens his eyes. The sight was quite unexpected as he glares directly into the path of the bottom of a steel toilet. The man tries to stand up not sure what is happening, or where he is. The man grabs at his head as he butt slides up against the wall. He lets out a deep sigh of pain and then begins scanning his surroundings. It has now sunk in crystal clear that the JESUS is locked tightly in the clink. Portland Maine has the Hottest Shit Going locked solidly behind bars, and Michael Lively has no idea why. The man struggles to himself upright, and takes a gander downward. His pants have been cutoff into shorts, and seems to be wearing a pink t-shirt that reads "Super Sexy". Michael Lively looks rather disgusted at his apparel as an officer arrives, and throws a chuckle toward the JESUS before opening the cell.
"Looks like someone bailed you out Super Sexy"
Lively shakes his head looking at the cop that seems to be having a nice laugh at his expense and exits the cell.
"What the hell was I arrested for?" Lively asks as they make their way through the department toward the out processing. The officer ignores the questioning from the JESUS and leaves him at the desk where another officer attends to the out process procedure. After getting no answers to his apparent mystery, a few signatures, a scheduled court date, and all his belongings back in his possession the Hottest Shit Going exits the police station in. The sun beats down on the hung over Lively as he tries to retreat under a tree for shelter. The mans head still pounding from his evening before the man has a seat in the grass as he tries to figure out where he is at, and what he is going to do next. Michael Lively then turns on his cell phone to try to get a ride home, but is interrupted with numerous messages and voice mails.
"God Damn, 37 missed calls, 14 voice mails...what the fuck did I get into last night?"
Lively then dials into to his voice and begins to give them a listen to try and piece together his evening prior.
First Message 12:01 am
"Michael...where did you go? Someone pulled the fire alarm at the club...oh shit it was you hunh you crazy fuck...call me when you get this."
Next Message 12:45 am
"You are going to be in all sorts of shit Michael, I can't believe you took off with the fire truck. I said we needed to party hard but holy shit man you know how to take it to another level man, hit me up when you ditch the fire truck."
Michael Lively grabs his forehead in shock not remembering anything about stealing a fire truck.
Next Message 1:15 am
"Michael, its your mother...uhh I'm not sure where you went. I'm going to catch a ride with Daniel...he's uhhh...a nice guy I met, call me tomorrow."
Lively smirks in sort of a disgusted way.
"That nasty bitch, I hope she boils her clam burger before she gets back home."
Next Message 1:24
"Mr. Lively, this is James Irwin the concierge of the Hotel. I'm not sure what is going on, or why you thought it would be acceptable to valet park a fire truck. We do not have the capability to park a fire truck. Sir we have called you room, and you aren't answering. Please sir, give me a call so we can work this out."
Next Message 1:47 am
"Hello Michael...this is Ginger. I'm sort of lost, and don't know where your Hotel is...call me when you get a chance."
Lively smiles from ear to ear.
"Nice Ginger, sounded hot I hope I called her back."
Next Message 1:51 am
"Michael Lively, this is Edgar from Trannies to Go. The Red head transsexual your ordered can't find the hotel, please call us so we can nail down these directions."
A look of serious concern slap Michael right across the face.
"Trannies to go, holy shit man, please tell me I didn't call them back."
Next Message 2:24 am
"Michael, it's Ginger...I had a great time"
"Ahhh...FUCK...I did"
"and you can call me anytime when you are back in town. Thanks sugar...oh and that tip was so generous."
Lively falls back on the grass in disgust as he begin dry heaving.
Next Message 2:33 am
"Mike you rotten bastard, it's Aaron. Listen man I hope you get that contract back...cause I'm pretty sure Enterprise Rental Car is going to hit us pretty hard. I don't think they will appreciate the steamy shit you took on the hood of my rental...plus I found out the fucking thing doesn't run on JESUS piss either. So yeah...you are paying for a tow as well, and you might want to prepare yourself for a detail job from a carwash...I guess you thought it was cute to draw a picture of yourself with a huge dick on the windshield in toothpaste....I think you might want to see a therapist."
Lively chuckles a bit.
"Fuck you Aaron"
Next Message 2:54 am
"Mike...it's Twister...what the fuck bro. You haven't called me back. I guess your still running around putting local fires out. I'm thinking you might want me to pick you up, you seemed hammered..and sort of loony, call me dip shit."
Next Message 3:03
"Michael...hey it's me, and me is you...hopefully you'll understand."
"I called myself"
"Yeah soooo...note to self, sniffing white powder doesn't help the Whiskey go down any smoother, it makes you freeeeaaakkk ouuutt man. So listen when you get this in the morning I want you to know that you are so rugged"
Lively smiles at himself complimenting himself on his own voicemail.
"So second...no matter what you think, you didn't bang that tranny."
"Thank God"
"You are no fag, you just got a blowjob."
"WHAT!!!"
"In some countries is perfectly acceptable, and considered non-gay, third Fire trucks are too slow, hard to park, and no one can valet them...but this Cop car we stole is the shit."
"Fuck me I stole a Cop car"
"Third...ahhh shit we got a call...(a voice comes over the cb radio calling for officers to respond) THIS IS OFFICER LIVELY I'M IN ROUTE TO THE 419, Mike...gotta go....talk to you later you fucking stud."
"That was creepy I called myself a stud and it sounded sexual."
Next Message 3:53 am
"Michael its Twister bro, Now I can understand why you are not answering....cause they just interrupted the Full House late night marathon for a breaking news alert...apparently you just showed up to a crime scene I’m progress, beat the shit out of a grandmother, taser the battered wife for lipping off to her husband, and made the suspect which was her husband a deputy of the JESUS Law Enforcement. Bro I will bail you out in the morning, and maybe we need to talk about self control..,later fucker."
Next Message 4:22 am
"Michael...hey it's me again, yeah you or me, what ever listen. We are running from the Police right now. Don't believe what anyone says, those women had it coming...that grandmother threatened to shove her cane up our ass...so she got what was coming...the wife...well maybe I lost control a little...you no what fuck it, it was justified...no regrets. Ssssshhhh...here they come, stay quite Michael...fourth note to self bean bag launched from shot gun hurt like hell, and leave nasty bruises."
Lively then looks at his abs noticing two large purple and yellow bruises.
" Also...you make a damn good cop, so if Jeff wins...sign up for the Police Department..they could use a fair and balanced due like us on the force. Ohhh shit they made me....fuck you copper's."
"Holy shit, was that gunshots....what the fuck did I do?"
"Stop in the name of the JESUS LAW ENFORCEMENT, I'm not going to ask you.....uhhhh...shhhiiittt....taser..Mike...theeeey got us with a tas.....fuck I'm pissing myself."
Next Message 5:17 am
"Alright Michael, it's you again...listen we got one call from here and who better to call then us. I mean if anyone can represent us the JESUS LAW FIRM can do the fucking job, so do some lawyering type shit and get us out of here...NOW you small dick ass clown. We can't rot in jail all fucking night...we have to prepare to fight Pence Weatherbe's the Prince of Penis, Lord of Anal, and Queen of Cock Knocking...so fill out some forms, bring your wallet and get yourself out of....... (Cop's Voice) Jimmy, this asshole just threw up on himself and then passed out, I'll toss his fruity ass back in the cell"
Michael Lively then stands shocked and wishing last night had never happened. He then checks his text messages and sees that the APW booker texted him that he will be facing Pence Weatherlight. With a shake of his head he just waits as he ponders the fact that he just spent the better part of the morning in jail. Suddenly a man that hasn’t been seen in sometime appears in front of Lively, Chubs his old personal camera man he hired back in the day.
"What the fuck...Chubs...what are you doing here?"
"You texted me to meet you here, you said bring my gear cause we are back in business. So here I am, got me gear, and ready to film what ever you need."
"Chubs...listen when did you get here?"
"Just now, it took me a bit."
"So you weren't anywhere around me last night."
"Nope...just got here, although when you called it sounded like you were havning a shit ton of fun."
Lively then takes a breath and sighs out in releif realizing there is no solid proof any of this went down, esspecially the Tranny ordeal.
"It's funny Mr. Lively...Twister called me."
"He did, what did he say."
"Nothing he told me to swing by his hotel when I got here, gave me a bag for you. Said you might need it when I saw you."
Lively then reaches out grabbing the wrinkled brown paper bag from Chubs. The JESUS sees a fresh pair of clothes and smiles.
The Time Has Finally Arrived
Chubs steadies the camera on a tripod and flicks the switch to bring it to life. As he focuses in on Michael Lively The JESUS picks a leaf from the tree and crumples it in his hands.
"I'm sure that’s what the fans and all the APW had hoped my career had become, a pile of dust. Well I hate to inform you people that is the furthest thing from reality, in fact after Shockwave I will be in your faces each and every week. Here to drive you insane, disgust you, make you sick, and down right bring forth a new level of disrespect. Enough of what is to come after Shockwave, because prior to my destiny with Jeff it seems I have another challenge in front of me. Jeff has sent people my direction with the hopes they might be able to extinguish the flame of Michael Lively, but this bitch keep on burning doesn't it. This week on Overdrive Jeff has brought in a big gun if you will, in the former World Champion Pence Weatherlight."
Lively looks to the sky as he takes a deep breath to continue his rant.
"Pence if you have a second I would like you attention. That’s right stop dildoing your ass, and tell Masterson to pull you balls out of his mouth, a nut sack can only take so much humming. NOw look deep into that TV set Pence, check me out...not that way you ultra queer."
Lively shakes his head in disgust.
"Take good hard look, because on Overdrive this is who you face, this is what you are up against. You know Pence I can't stand people like you. I hate baby face, ass kissing, retards like yourself. It takes so much talent to name drop the city your in for a cheap pop, then tell the fans how much they mean to you, and possibly drop a line or two about how you do it for them. Lets be honest I don't do it for them, and neither do you Pence. You could really care less what these fucking out of shape monkey fuckers think. There has to be good guys, and bad guys hunh Pence...it's no secret who you are, and me...well I can be that BAD GUY. In fact I make on hell of a bad guy. It fuels me, and drives me forward each and every day. ON Overdrive that’s what will help me when I face you. Imagine the roaring boo's the fans will spit out when I not only beat you but humiliate you, and desecrate you existence inside the ring. Pence you need to prepare yourself, get ready because our match will be unlike any other you've had. I have this way of making people look even better inside the ring all while making them look like shit at the same time. The point is a Michael Lively match never disappoints, and you my friend will be in for the treat of a lifetime as I give the people you love to entertain something they will never forget. A highlight reel moment will take place during our match. People will be buzzing on the chat boards, and texting each other to catch the replay on Youtube. It will be just shy of amazing."
Lively then begins walking down the path in front of the police station and finds a tree giving off shade. The JESUS walks under the tree, leans against it with one hand and begins rambling once more.
"Pence I don't have any respect for you, because I know I can beat you. The funny thing is I know you can beat me as well. IN fact any asshole in the locker room is capable of getting over on the JESUS. The difference is I don't obsess on winning, just focus on getting in there and making you feel some pain, all while looking good in the process. Speaking of looking good, do I have my work cut out for me tonight. It’s going to take an act of god to make your steamy pile of shit style look good in a match, but thank goodness the JESUS is here. Now Pence I'm sure you are all worked up, and one of you cock gobbling associates is trying to massage your taint to calm you down, but listen man I don't mean any harm. It's just the facts, and sometimes they sting a bit. Your moves set sucks, you wrestling style is a bore, and you look like some asshole wannabe male model who snap pictures that look like your begging for cock. I mean for God sakes man the picture of you on the APW websites is just screaming for a dude to mash your dinner. WHo am I to judge, that’s between you and Gay Ramón to handle, I'm just hoping you plug your asshole before our match I would hate for your intestines to fall out of your hollowed out starfish."
Lively chuckles a bit then has a seat under the tree. His knees bent and his arm resting on top.
"Pence, enough about you sexual preferences, I understand it has nothing to do with our match. What is relevant is your crazy obsession with Level One, that’s just creepy. You seem to hate him, but it seems like one of those weird high school hates where you pretend to hate but really have a crush...fuck I'm doing it again, calling a you a flaming nacy boy who shoves cocks in his mail chute. Back on topic, your skills are weak, your will isn't strong enough to handle me. Face it your mind is fucked ever since Level One beat you for the title. You're not even all in the game, and seemed to have gone of the deep end. Well Michael Lively is here to give you that final shove into the water, and I hope you lame duck ass can't swim either. These are deep, volatile, and nasty waters that your swimming in Pence, and one is beginning to think that maybe you aren't ready for it yet. Overdrive will be a test, lets see if you pass. I just hope you can put Level One aside, maybe even forget about the world title for maybe 15 minutes, because I can honestly say that if you aren't focused on me then I will punish you for it. Don't let your mind wonder one single bit cause my boot will kick your teeth solidly down your jizz coated throat. This will be crystal clear from the very start it not a game, not your average match. Pence Weatherlight will finally get his come to JESUS meeting, and it's going to be a very intense meeting. I know your timid, and possibly worried. I'm sure you were cursing Jeff left and right when he booked the match. Well what’s done is done, and now you just have to deal with it. I know it's going to be hard, and you might even ask if we could move Overdrive to a Thursday just so you could have another day to muster up the balls to face the JESUS. Sadly the show is on Wedensday, and your clock is running out. Time to sack up, step through the curtains and stare down the man that’s is simply the Hottest Shit Going, the savior of wrestling, but you may just call me JESUS...the one and only Michael Mother Fucking Lively. I like to run my mouth abit, and claim that I have done it all...unfortunately that’s not the truth. I haven't won the Xtreme title, beaten Level One, or got over on Pence Weatherlight. Well thanks to Jeff it seems I can at least get started on my list, so Pencil Weatherbe I hope your believe in prayer, cause I'm listening very close...I can't wait for your to drop to your knees asking for guidance, asking for strength, because all you are going to receive from this JESUS is a mouth full of piss. Just remember Pence you may wish to beat me, but I say hold out both hands, wish in one, and shit in the other let me know which one fills up first big boy. Until Overdrive Weatherbe, this is Michael Lively saying fuck you, fuck off, eat a dick, and die you rotten cock smuggler. This is the year of the Lively bitches."
Lively then signals for Chubs to cut the camera feed. The man takes the camera off his shoulder relieved that Lively finally finished his rant. The JESUS look very concerned as he stares toward Chubs.
"Hey mother fucker, you’re giving me a ride, so pack the shit up and let’s go."
Chubs nods his head in approval of the JESUS's command and all that you see fades away.
