Post by Arcadia on Jan 3, 2009 17:55:58 GMT -4
Here we are again, in lovely Canada. The scene opens inside the backstage area of the arena on Prince Edward Island. Who the hell is Prince Edward? Why does a dead man have an island? Who knows. Anyway, the talented APW cameramen pick up a couple of people well known to the APW fanbase. Michael "The Woman Hater" Lively and his whore of a mother, Terri, are standing in the hallway, talking. Well, no. Lively is talking and his mother is looking apprehensively back and forth from his face to his foot, probably hoping to avoid a swift Superkick from her son. Things don't look promising for her.
"Why in the hell would they book her on my side?" Lively whines to his creator, his face pinching up like an eight year old girl, "It's not like we have a history of tagging or anything."
[/color]"Why in the hell would they book her on my side?" Lively whines to his creator, his face pinching up like an eight year old girl, "It's not like we have a history of tagging or anything."
"Maybe President Jeff didn't have room for her on the card. Or maybe,"[/color] his mother's eyes light up at the opportunity to please her son and convince him to leave his powerful foot off her face for a day, "the only way to get people to watch her matches was to put her in the ring with you, Michael!"[/color]
Lively clears his throat and starts tapping his foot with impatience.
"Uh, I mean, with The Jesus." Ms. Lively rushes to correct herself.
Looking appeased for the moment, The White Lion considers this. He grins with his own egotism. "Yes, Mother. That's probably it. I mean, who would want to watch that dirty, uterus-bearing skank anyway. Of course Jeff put her with the Jesus to try and get her over." [/color]
Lively shakes his head in mock sadness. "It won't work though. No one matters but the Jesus!"[/color] He darts his narrowed eyes back to his mother and she hurriedly nods her head in agreement.
"I mean, just look at her! Shortest reigning Overdrive Champion, with a Steroid problem and a soft spot for Trevor Blackwell! I'd like to see her try and beat me again! She can't pull one over on me, not this time."[/color]
As Lively continues his rant against Arcadia, his mother's attention is captured by something else. Something just over her son's shoulder. Ms. Lively's eyes go wide and her face loses some of its color as the oblivous Jesus goes on, uninterrupted.
"That stupid bitch better just stay out of my way at our match. I'm not losing another one because of someone else's mistakes, and that woman is nothing if not one of G-d's big, fat, mistakes!"[/color]
"Yeah!"[/color]
A voice floats over Michael's shoulder and he lets out a small squeak of fear at the recognition of its owner. He quickly narrows his widened eyes and slowly unclenches his fists, the knuckles already white from his tightened grip and shock. He darts an angry glance at his mother. "She's right behind me, isn't she?"[/color]
Terri Lively simply stares up at him, slowly moving her head in the affirmative.
"And how long has she been there?"[/color] The Jesus grinds out between clenched teeth.
"Oh, sometime between my Uterus-bearing skankiness and my Steroid problem."[/color]
Lively closes his eyes and grimaces, a pulse in his jaw ticking. His mother also closes her eyes in expectation of what is about to occur. Apparently the woman has the uncanny sense to know beforehand when she is about to get laid out, but not intelligence enough to get out of the way.
***CRACK***
Michael Lively turns around nonchalatly towards the woman who is still standing. Katrina "Arcadia" Olivetti is leaning against the wall, her legs crossed at the ankle and her arms folded across her chest. Her red lips are turned up at one corner in a self-satisfied smirk.
"Boo."[/color]
She cranes her neck over Lively's shoulder and glances at Terri Lively, sprawled out on the floor with a reddish welt growing on her jawline.
"Nice shot. So I guess the poor woman never took my advice, did she?"[/color] Katrina shakes her head in pity at her prone form.
The Jesus smirks, remembering the day at McLively's, minutes before he bought the place. "Things didn't work out for her the way the two of you planned."
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The smile melts from his face and he takes a defensive stance. "What do you want?"[/color]
"I need to borrow a hammer."[/color] She laughs at the whitish tint his skin has achieved.
Arcadia smiles and pushes off the wall. She chuckles at Lively, who quickly pivotes so he is still facing her. "I just wanted to say 'hi'. Catch up. See how you're doing..."[/color]
He looks at her skeptically and she drops the act. "Fine. Look, I've never tagged with you, and I've never even come up against Twister in the ring, but the two of you not only held the tag titles for a decent stretch, you've both held singles titles as well."[/color]
"The Jesus always has time to hear of his many accomplishments."[/color] Lively puffs up his chest and grins cockily. When he glances at Player One, he clears his throat. "Uh, continue."[/color]
"So, we've all beaten Jason Royce. Frankly the only reason that man ever held a title is because no one else was interested in those titles at the time. I'm not worried about him at all. Carl Cage beat me once, but only because that bitch, Tabitha, interfered in my match against him. I would have had him if not for her!"[/color] Arcadia's face goes dark with rage for a moment before it clears.
"Tabitha already proven herself less than worthy in the ring with me. She couldn't take my title. She wasn't on point with her moves, she was more angry and jealous than anything else."[/color] Player One glances at Lively's crotch and back to his face again. "And if she doesn't bring along her Bowie knife, she's already proven herself less than worthy against you, as well."[/color]
The Jesus turns crimson and starts to shout. "She couldn't handle the Jesus! She was humiliated and that humiliation was doled out by me! I'm the-"[/color]
The Hardcora Luchadora rolles her eyes and waves her hand dismissively. "The Jesus. The best. G-d's gift. Here to rid the world of the bane that is females. Yeah, yeah, yeah."[/color]
Lively's jaw drops at the interruption. Katrina "Arcadia"Olivetti simply hurries to steamroll right over him before he enters into an angry 'I am the best, everybody notice me!' rant. "My point is, we both want the same thing. We want to win our match, OUR match, not your's. And we both owe Tabitha Crowley a little retribution. Why not kill two birds with one stone?"[/color]
"I don't need you. I'm the Mother Fucking Jesus, bitch!"[/color]
Realizing this "working together" tact wasn't working, Katrina quickly changes speeds. "Okay. But you are a smart man. Tabitha can't get past her emotions...when she feels them at all to fight properly. And she is really angry at me. Thinks I want to sleep with Trevor or something. A smart person would use all of his resources against an opponent. And I am definitely a resource." [/color]
She takes a step forward towards Lively, causing the Woman Hater to back up just slightly. "Why leave me standing on the ring apron in a situation like that? What? just because I nailed you to a kross and tried to burn you alive?" [/color] She looks Michael Lively up and down, deliberately skipping her eyes over the holes in his hands, courtesy of Arcadia, and flashes her eyes back to his. "You're not hurt, right?"[/color]
Before he can get a full grasp on his rage at the memory, Player One continues her argument. "And Tabitha is becoming a real problem! Do you know how much airtime she's got in the last month? More than you! Is Tabitha, the sociopathic psycho more important than Michael the "Woman Hater" Lively?"[/color]
Lively scowls and crosses his arms across his chest. "Nobody is more important than the Jesus! Especially not some slut who thinks she can castrate the Son of G-d!"[/color]
"The nerve of some people! Logging more camera time than the Jesus of Wrestling!"[/color] Arcadia's eyes sparkle as she works up Lively to her side. "We should teach her a lesson!"[/color]
She can see the White Lion's resolve wavering. He doesn't want to trust her, and probably never will. This woman still makes him jump when she passes him in the hallway. If he could unleash this psychopath on the other one, it would at least be a show to remember. Maybe he and Twister shouldn't discount her that quickly. She is the only title holder in the match, albeit not for long, if everything goes well for the Extreme title. But perhaps she could be useful afterall.
Katrina "Arcadia" Olivetti quickly changes the subject before Lively can let his thoughts direct him to all the reasons she belongs at the bottom of the ocean instead of in the ring with him. "So you really still think you are Jesus?"[/color]
"I AM the JESUS. It's fact."[/color]
The Hardcora Luchadora cocks an eyebrow at him. "I think you should read Jesus in Blue Jeans."
"And why the fuck would I do that?"
"It's about the second coming of Christ. I think you might get a kick out of it."[/color]
Lively's eyes narrow and he seems enraged. "You mean to tell me that someone wrote a biography about me and I'm not getting any royalties?!"[/color]
He steps on his mother's back in his haste to leave, mumbling something about getting his lawyers on that. The scene fades to Arcadia shaking her head after him.[/center]
