Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Mar 10, 2009 23:42:00 GMT -4
Another day, and another show. Which means backstage in some arena located in some city in a country is a crew of people, and a cast of characters ready to begin the filming of another Overdrive. This episode doesn't seem to be the average Overdrive though, there is something different. Ah, it's moved to a new time slot in the week. Shouldn't change things to much for the die hards who follow the APW. Suddenly your view comes into that of a hallway in the back where the World Heavy Weight Champion Michael Lively. A man hated by most, and loved by few. He has a duffel bag draped over his shoulder, with the world title buckled around the shoulder strap. His eyes shrouded by a pair of chrome sun glasses which seem to reflect that of the camera man following him. Like most wrestlers he is unfazed by the presence of the camera, and moves on like an everyday occurrence. He stops at a table, and adds his signature to a clip board attended by one of the staff. This task to ensure that the talent arrives for the tapping, and sort of keeps tabs on people so they don't just come and go at will. Yes folks it's a job, like every other job. Sure it's no nine to five, but there is a schedule none the less. People in charge, and watching over you holding you accountable.
This man readjusts the bag on his shoulder as the man working the check in table shoots a smile toward Lively followed by a simple "Welcome". The JESUS pays no mind to this simple worker, for in his mind he is about twenty levels higher food chain then any smile attendance clerk. He remembers in high school the attendance office, and the people working it. A pack of looses with probably the worst job in history. I mean making sure others arrive on time, then waiting for them to leave...talk about a ball less job.
The JESUS throws a nasty look toward the kind clerk, and walks off with his hand resting on the bag keeping the strap fairly tight on his sculpted shoulder. The JESUS a pinnacle of physical fitness, and spends much time making sure he is in top condition prior to the bell, or any public appearance. He makes his way to the locker room with many things on his mind. Rasstlemania just around the corner with the footsteps of the event ringing down the hall. Michael Lively headlining the event which many wish to do. An event that makes people into champions, and wrestlers into legends. Michael Lively a living legend in his own mind knows that main eventing this years Rasstlemania will make that statement clear to all the haters, and non believers. Level One versus Michael Lively a match that many have waited to see, and others that are on the edge of their seat for it to happen.
It is happening, and not soon enough. Michael Lively by many peoples opinions hasn't been the same since he found out the man he was facing at the biggest show of the year was Level One. With each match announced for Overdrive after Overdrive the JESUS seemed not to care. Even loosing to John Green. People that know the JESUS realize that he has been acting rather strange. It has been no secret that the title matches are what drives Michael, and makes him step his game up, but loosing to John Green. That had to be a blow to his ego which is ginormous. I mean a man that he has beaten before, a man that is some what of a running joke in the business. Loosing to this man would have sent the normal Lively into a fit of rage. Looking for redemption, spouting off excuses, but yet nothing. The JESUS walks on like it never happened.
Perhaps really it never did happen in his mind. He is a man of goals. He sets them, achieves them, and makes new ones. Headlining Rasstlemania was a definent goal for the JESUS, and it seems it's has been reached. Maybe thats all that matters to Lively right at the moment. With the show looming over head, it's all he can think about. Inside the ring with a lower talent like Green, the JESUS must have been distracted. Maybe he just didn't care, because the show of all shows is what matters. Maybe the event coming, and the main event is all that can be thought of for Michael Lively. In one short year he sky rocketed to the top of APW. Nabbing up almost every title in the company, and outlasting many that have fluttered in the wind. Michael Lively is the man of 2008, and plans on being the man of 2009. First he must defeat a man that is UN beaten in APW, a man that some claim to be the number one wrestler in the world, Level One. This man is no joke, and Lively doesn't take him as such.
What Lively does seem to be doing is not giving much of an effort on the road to Rasstlemania. Sand bagging it possibly as a strategy. Trying to keep himself injury free, and not burnt out for the big show. Smart move if you ask, but then again the JESUS is a thinking man, and always seems to have an angle. He has been called one hell of a worker by many in the buisiness, and that could be just what he is doing.
The man sits down on the bench to change for tonights television tapping. It seems that once again the World Heavy Weight Champion is scheduled to fight. Some companies would take care of their top draw. Maybe look out for the interest of the company by taking care of the talent, especially the big ticket talent. Michael Lively has been just that, but also is used to how the ball bounces here in APW. Your used up, bled dry until nothing is left but broken trash to be thrown aside. The management in APW is always worried about what they don't have instead of what they do. Always thinking about the next piece of meat to come along while the whole time, prime beef is rotting on the counter. Lively knows how the game works, and has played it rather clever. He has worked when he should have jobbed. He jobbed when he should have worked, in fact he made his own set of rules, and followed them beautifully. He has put himself where he is, and knows that he got to where he was because of himself. He didn't stroke any cock to get over....he simply kicked ass to become the man. IN a business plagued with puppetry, and fakeness the JESUS has brought an aspect of reality to the game. He created his own destiny, and does so with every action. When you think your working the JESUS, right before that moment hits you right in the face when you think your plan has worked so well...the swerve happens, and the JESUS is there standing with the whole fucking bag of goods.
Rasstlemania the JESUS has not held back on how he feels that no matter how the coin falls he won't be walking out the champion. For a man like himself, with the tendencies that he has, something major must be going on for him to think that he might be able to work his way out of this next JOB. Bret Hart tried to leave a company on the top. Tried to step away with grace, as the man. Thinking that his hard work and dedication would have earned him that in the least. His face was slapped, and he was thrown out just like the trash.It happens all the time, and in some cases it's just. If a guy is leaving, then why not make him look like shit on the way out. Leaving the fans with a lasting impression "The last time we saw him...he looked like shit". I mean take a look at Christian, got jerked around with a contract, the next thing you know a company that benefited off his hard work gave him a nasty beat down for the fans to remember him by. Hell of a send off, hell of a tribute to the hard work, the time put in. Then there are the other situations where a character is miss used, a talent not given a shot. It's the business, and it happens everywhere. The only thing to do is try not to get swallowed up by the machine. The JESUS has avoided that machine, and damn near worked the controls for a year. Steering it at every direction, but himself.
Talent comes, and talent goes...but the JESUS...he never dies. Rasstlemania will be no different. When you count him out, or say it's all over...the next thing you know Michael Lively shocks the world!!!
Speaking of Michael Lively he seems to be dressed and ready for action. He stands grabbing the world title from the bench. He polishes the gold making it look camera worthy. This title seems to be getting a lot of camera time lately with the World Champion double booking himself between two companies. The one on the web should be honored that someone with such a draw like Lively would come over there bringing his audience with him. An audience that watches the JESUS in disgust to see what he will do next, to catch a glimpse of him possibly getting destroyed inside the ring. The APW may be happy that their champion is promoting their product for free on the web every week. Every eye ball seeing the title swing between Lively's leg while !WC blurs it out, knows what that title is. If they don't a simple google of the JESUS would bring you an on line version of the bible, with a profile of Michael Lively listed second stating that he is the APW World Heavy Weight Champion. Modern day marketing with two companies benefiting, while all they can do is bitch and complain. Please is the JESUS getting payed for his hard work...from one place yes, apparently the other didn't have the budget. Just like APW, Lively put in work for pennies on the dollar, but they will pay soon enough just like APW did. They realized that the high way robbery couldn't continue. His salary was increased, and his success exploded.
So as he makes his way from the locker room toward the entrance way, the fans filled that arena. They didn't buy that over priced ticket to see Jeff whine and complain about !WC or who attacked him. They didn't come here waiting in line to enter for Twister's drunken poetry session. They didn't drive three hours to gaze upon THK drag Xtreme division into the ground, or Jason Royce to loose once again only to change his name to the Lesbian Jason Royce.
They came to see Michael Lively. They came to possibly get involved in one of his hyjenks at ringside so they could make it on TV as the next asshole humiliated by the JESUS. They pack the arena to boo Lively, and chant obscenities toward him. They made signs disrespecting the JESUS, and clammer to try and get them viewed on the tron as the one and only Mother Fucking JESUS makes his way down the ramp.
These dumb fucking idiots are about to get their chance to do just that as the lights dim. They leaps from their seat in anticipation for who is coming out. Silence fills the air for just a moment as then blue lights strobe. A voice bellows out.
"I AM...your everything!!! I AM...YOUR REASON!!! I AM...the MAN!!! I AM...FUCKING JESUS!!!"
Boo's threaten to shatter the ceiling as the beginning of AFI's Miseria Cantare pounds through the speakers. With the flights strobing the back silhouette of the JESUS arrives on the stage. Hooded like usual the JESUS turns around as the title tucked into his pants spins with him. It dangles between his legs as he stops striking the JESUS pose for just a moment taking in the hatred falling like rain. He then flips his hood back as the lights fill the arena with the pulsing of the music. He slaps his chest, and begins talking shit to the fans lining the ramp way. Seeming to be back in action, and ready like only the self proclaimed Christ could, Lively pauses at the bottom of the ramp. He strikes the pose once more, then stops looking to his left. He then sees a grand mother and her young grandson in attendance for this evenings show. Lively gazes upon them as the young man boo's the most hated man in wrestling. Not missing a beat the JESUS whips around nailing the young mans grandmother with a spinning back fist. She falls on the fans standing next to her. This ignites more boo's then humanly possible for a crowd to produce. When Lively is involved any thing is possible. This action just taken by Lively will surely cost the APW, but the management in the back must be smiling for a number of reasons. One they can afford what Lively has just done, two it will produce a shit ton of ratings and on line replays, and mostly they know that, the old Michael Lively is HERE!!!
Michael takes the title out of his pants, throws it over the top rope into the ring. As it bounces for a brief second the JESUS follows his possession into the ring by rolling under the bottom rope. He stands walking to the corner grabbing a mic placed there conveniently just for his use. He then picks up his title, placing it in the middle of the ring stretched out on display. He then begins to lift the mic to his mouth, and like a resistor the boo's rise in decibel as it gets closer to his mouth.
Lively: APW...your CHAMPION is HERE!!! No more mister nice guy, no more baby face...the bad guy is here!!!
This action engages more boo's for the fans.
Lively: The most hated man in wrestling has taken his throne back. People like KAOS have tried to be heel, people like Level One may have garnered your hate, but me...I deserve IT!!! Now it seems once again I'm booked imagine that.
Lively makes a sarcastic looks with a pause, and then moves on.
Lively: If I was a owner, or a booker, I would put ME on TV every chance I could get. In fact it would be Monday night OverMike...where Michael Lively it put over weekly. Tonight on MY show, it seems a rather charming fuck stick by the name of Link has the misfortune of facing off with thee MAN! Lincoln Dicks I feel like we have done this before...how did it turn out? It doesn't matter because I know how it will turn out tonight. The lack luster JESUS isn't fucking around with some second rate jobber like you. Tonight people know why I AM the Champion. They find out like you will why I AM the man with the most victories in APW...why I AM your fucking JESUS.
Now this is where the hard earned money spent on tickets really pays of as a "FUCK YOU JESUS" chant breaks out.
Lively:I bet you homosexuals would like to FUCK the JESUS...good luck with that. Link, your in ring skills a sub par. Your name here hasn't been one that people relate with success. Tonight will be no different, just another night with you counting the lights as the ref pounds out a three count. I;m too much for you to handle on a bad night, even shittier for your string of luck...tonight is a great night for ME. I'm feeling grimy and ready to put in some work. Your in ring work is so rushed, and rusty. Mistakes made that people like myself will take advantage of. In the ring I can read you like a text book. I can work you over with ease. You are a second rate wrestler with no chance of beating me, and better chances of becoming my maid. Yes, Link will be my maid when the dust settles...he can clean it up. Mop my floors, vacuum my rugs, take out my trash, and scratch my balls when they itch. Link you will simply become my BITCH when it's all finished. You have all the qualities of one, and I will be exploiting them tonight. Link you haven't done shit here thats worth a damn..ME on the other hand...when compared to your stats, it makes my prior comments ring loud and true. So bitch, get ready to say hello to your master, put on those fancy heals that daddy loves. Strap on that dress, and get ready to put on an apron, cause I'm getting starved. I think it will be time for MY new bitch to make me a late night snack after our match.
With the biggest show of the year coming around the corner, I'm set to headline...and what exactly are you set to do. No one knows, nor cares...your a filler, an after thought. The bookers use your matches for time killing so fans can get up spend their money on merch and concessions.Tonight won't be the case for a Link match. Tonight against ME, you will be in the spotlight. You will be relevant, and it's thanks to the JESUS. There will be no need for gushing though, just come on back to the locker room and polish my shoes...I have an after party to go to once I'm done beating APW's biggest bitch!!!
Lively drops the mic very arrogantly, and strikes a JESUS pose sending the fans into a roar of boo's.
This man readjusts the bag on his shoulder as the man working the check in table shoots a smile toward Lively followed by a simple "Welcome". The JESUS pays no mind to this simple worker, for in his mind he is about twenty levels higher food chain then any smile attendance clerk. He remembers in high school the attendance office, and the people working it. A pack of looses with probably the worst job in history. I mean making sure others arrive on time, then waiting for them to leave...talk about a ball less job.
The JESUS throws a nasty look toward the kind clerk, and walks off with his hand resting on the bag keeping the strap fairly tight on his sculpted shoulder. The JESUS a pinnacle of physical fitness, and spends much time making sure he is in top condition prior to the bell, or any public appearance. He makes his way to the locker room with many things on his mind. Rasstlemania just around the corner with the footsteps of the event ringing down the hall. Michael Lively headlining the event which many wish to do. An event that makes people into champions, and wrestlers into legends. Michael Lively a living legend in his own mind knows that main eventing this years Rasstlemania will make that statement clear to all the haters, and non believers. Level One versus Michael Lively a match that many have waited to see, and others that are on the edge of their seat for it to happen.
It is happening, and not soon enough. Michael Lively by many peoples opinions hasn't been the same since he found out the man he was facing at the biggest show of the year was Level One. With each match announced for Overdrive after Overdrive the JESUS seemed not to care. Even loosing to John Green. People that know the JESUS realize that he has been acting rather strange. It has been no secret that the title matches are what drives Michael, and makes him step his game up, but loosing to John Green. That had to be a blow to his ego which is ginormous. I mean a man that he has beaten before, a man that is some what of a running joke in the business. Loosing to this man would have sent the normal Lively into a fit of rage. Looking for redemption, spouting off excuses, but yet nothing. The JESUS walks on like it never happened.
Perhaps really it never did happen in his mind. He is a man of goals. He sets them, achieves them, and makes new ones. Headlining Rasstlemania was a definent goal for the JESUS, and it seems it's has been reached. Maybe thats all that matters to Lively right at the moment. With the show looming over head, it's all he can think about. Inside the ring with a lower talent like Green, the JESUS must have been distracted. Maybe he just didn't care, because the show of all shows is what matters. Maybe the event coming, and the main event is all that can be thought of for Michael Lively. In one short year he sky rocketed to the top of APW. Nabbing up almost every title in the company, and outlasting many that have fluttered in the wind. Michael Lively is the man of 2008, and plans on being the man of 2009. First he must defeat a man that is UN beaten in APW, a man that some claim to be the number one wrestler in the world, Level One. This man is no joke, and Lively doesn't take him as such.
What Lively does seem to be doing is not giving much of an effort on the road to Rasstlemania. Sand bagging it possibly as a strategy. Trying to keep himself injury free, and not burnt out for the big show. Smart move if you ask, but then again the JESUS is a thinking man, and always seems to have an angle. He has been called one hell of a worker by many in the buisiness, and that could be just what he is doing.
The man sits down on the bench to change for tonights television tapping. It seems that once again the World Heavy Weight Champion is scheduled to fight. Some companies would take care of their top draw. Maybe look out for the interest of the company by taking care of the talent, especially the big ticket talent. Michael Lively has been just that, but also is used to how the ball bounces here in APW. Your used up, bled dry until nothing is left but broken trash to be thrown aside. The management in APW is always worried about what they don't have instead of what they do. Always thinking about the next piece of meat to come along while the whole time, prime beef is rotting on the counter. Lively knows how the game works, and has played it rather clever. He has worked when he should have jobbed. He jobbed when he should have worked, in fact he made his own set of rules, and followed them beautifully. He has put himself where he is, and knows that he got to where he was because of himself. He didn't stroke any cock to get over....he simply kicked ass to become the man. IN a business plagued with puppetry, and fakeness the JESUS has brought an aspect of reality to the game. He created his own destiny, and does so with every action. When you think your working the JESUS, right before that moment hits you right in the face when you think your plan has worked so well...the swerve happens, and the JESUS is there standing with the whole fucking bag of goods.
Rasstlemania the JESUS has not held back on how he feels that no matter how the coin falls he won't be walking out the champion. For a man like himself, with the tendencies that he has, something major must be going on for him to think that he might be able to work his way out of this next JOB. Bret Hart tried to leave a company on the top. Tried to step away with grace, as the man. Thinking that his hard work and dedication would have earned him that in the least. His face was slapped, and he was thrown out just like the trash.It happens all the time, and in some cases it's just. If a guy is leaving, then why not make him look like shit on the way out. Leaving the fans with a lasting impression "The last time we saw him...he looked like shit". I mean take a look at Christian, got jerked around with a contract, the next thing you know a company that benefited off his hard work gave him a nasty beat down for the fans to remember him by. Hell of a send off, hell of a tribute to the hard work, the time put in. Then there are the other situations where a character is miss used, a talent not given a shot. It's the business, and it happens everywhere. The only thing to do is try not to get swallowed up by the machine. The JESUS has avoided that machine, and damn near worked the controls for a year. Steering it at every direction, but himself.
Talent comes, and talent goes...but the JESUS...he never dies. Rasstlemania will be no different. When you count him out, or say it's all over...the next thing you know Michael Lively shocks the world!!!
Speaking of Michael Lively he seems to be dressed and ready for action. He stands grabbing the world title from the bench. He polishes the gold making it look camera worthy. This title seems to be getting a lot of camera time lately with the World Champion double booking himself between two companies. The one on the web should be honored that someone with such a draw like Lively would come over there bringing his audience with him. An audience that watches the JESUS in disgust to see what he will do next, to catch a glimpse of him possibly getting destroyed inside the ring. The APW may be happy that their champion is promoting their product for free on the web every week. Every eye ball seeing the title swing between Lively's leg while !WC blurs it out, knows what that title is. If they don't a simple google of the JESUS would bring you an on line version of the bible, with a profile of Michael Lively listed second stating that he is the APW World Heavy Weight Champion. Modern day marketing with two companies benefiting, while all they can do is bitch and complain. Please is the JESUS getting payed for his hard work...from one place yes, apparently the other didn't have the budget. Just like APW, Lively put in work for pennies on the dollar, but they will pay soon enough just like APW did. They realized that the high way robbery couldn't continue. His salary was increased, and his success exploded.
So as he makes his way from the locker room toward the entrance way, the fans filled that arena. They didn't buy that over priced ticket to see Jeff whine and complain about !WC or who attacked him. They didn't come here waiting in line to enter for Twister's drunken poetry session. They didn't drive three hours to gaze upon THK drag Xtreme division into the ground, or Jason Royce to loose once again only to change his name to the Lesbian Jason Royce.
They came to see Michael Lively. They came to possibly get involved in one of his hyjenks at ringside so they could make it on TV as the next asshole humiliated by the JESUS. They pack the arena to boo Lively, and chant obscenities toward him. They made signs disrespecting the JESUS, and clammer to try and get them viewed on the tron as the one and only Mother Fucking JESUS makes his way down the ramp.
These dumb fucking idiots are about to get their chance to do just that as the lights dim. They leaps from their seat in anticipation for who is coming out. Silence fills the air for just a moment as then blue lights strobe. A voice bellows out.
"I AM...your everything!!! I AM...YOUR REASON!!! I AM...the MAN!!! I AM...FUCKING JESUS!!!"
Boo's threaten to shatter the ceiling as the beginning of AFI's Miseria Cantare pounds through the speakers. With the flights strobing the back silhouette of the JESUS arrives on the stage. Hooded like usual the JESUS turns around as the title tucked into his pants spins with him. It dangles between his legs as he stops striking the JESUS pose for just a moment taking in the hatred falling like rain. He then flips his hood back as the lights fill the arena with the pulsing of the music. He slaps his chest, and begins talking shit to the fans lining the ramp way. Seeming to be back in action, and ready like only the self proclaimed Christ could, Lively pauses at the bottom of the ramp. He strikes the pose once more, then stops looking to his left. He then sees a grand mother and her young grandson in attendance for this evenings show. Lively gazes upon them as the young man boo's the most hated man in wrestling. Not missing a beat the JESUS whips around nailing the young mans grandmother with a spinning back fist. She falls on the fans standing next to her. This ignites more boo's then humanly possible for a crowd to produce. When Lively is involved any thing is possible. This action just taken by Lively will surely cost the APW, but the management in the back must be smiling for a number of reasons. One they can afford what Lively has just done, two it will produce a shit ton of ratings and on line replays, and mostly they know that, the old Michael Lively is HERE!!!
Michael takes the title out of his pants, throws it over the top rope into the ring. As it bounces for a brief second the JESUS follows his possession into the ring by rolling under the bottom rope. He stands walking to the corner grabbing a mic placed there conveniently just for his use. He then picks up his title, placing it in the middle of the ring stretched out on display. He then begins to lift the mic to his mouth, and like a resistor the boo's rise in decibel as it gets closer to his mouth.
Lively: APW...your CHAMPION is HERE!!! No more mister nice guy, no more baby face...the bad guy is here!!!
This action engages more boo's for the fans.
Lively: The most hated man in wrestling has taken his throne back. People like KAOS have tried to be heel, people like Level One may have garnered your hate, but me...I deserve IT!!! Now it seems once again I'm booked imagine that.
Lively makes a sarcastic looks with a pause, and then moves on.
Lively: If I was a owner, or a booker, I would put ME on TV every chance I could get. In fact it would be Monday night OverMike...where Michael Lively it put over weekly. Tonight on MY show, it seems a rather charming fuck stick by the name of Link has the misfortune of facing off with thee MAN! Lincoln Dicks I feel like we have done this before...how did it turn out? It doesn't matter because I know how it will turn out tonight. The lack luster JESUS isn't fucking around with some second rate jobber like you. Tonight people know why I AM the Champion. They find out like you will why I AM the man with the most victories in APW...why I AM your fucking JESUS.
Now this is where the hard earned money spent on tickets really pays of as a "FUCK YOU JESUS" chant breaks out.
Lively:I bet you homosexuals would like to FUCK the JESUS...good luck with that. Link, your in ring skills a sub par. Your name here hasn't been one that people relate with success. Tonight will be no different, just another night with you counting the lights as the ref pounds out a three count. I;m too much for you to handle on a bad night, even shittier for your string of luck...tonight is a great night for ME. I'm feeling grimy and ready to put in some work. Your in ring work is so rushed, and rusty. Mistakes made that people like myself will take advantage of. In the ring I can read you like a text book. I can work you over with ease. You are a second rate wrestler with no chance of beating me, and better chances of becoming my maid. Yes, Link will be my maid when the dust settles...he can clean it up. Mop my floors, vacuum my rugs, take out my trash, and scratch my balls when they itch. Link you will simply become my BITCH when it's all finished. You have all the qualities of one, and I will be exploiting them tonight. Link you haven't done shit here thats worth a damn..ME on the other hand...when compared to your stats, it makes my prior comments ring loud and true. So bitch, get ready to say hello to your master, put on those fancy heals that daddy loves. Strap on that dress, and get ready to put on an apron, cause I'm getting starved. I think it will be time for MY new bitch to make me a late night snack after our match.
With the biggest show of the year coming around the corner, I'm set to headline...and what exactly are you set to do. No one knows, nor cares...your a filler, an after thought. The bookers use your matches for time killing so fans can get up spend their money on merch and concessions.Tonight won't be the case for a Link match. Tonight against ME, you will be in the spotlight. You will be relevant, and it's thanks to the JESUS. There will be no need for gushing though, just come on back to the locker room and polish my shoes...I have an after party to go to once I'm done beating APW's biggest bitch!!!
Lively drops the mic very arrogantly, and strikes a JESUS pose sending the fans into a roar of boo's.
