Post by Your JESUS on Jan 16, 2013 22:57:55 GMT -4
~A Real Winner~
Sitting back stage satisfied, overcome with so many emotions. The pure adrenalin dump is something I have grown fond of feeling. Night after night it takes it's toll in the beginning but soon becomes just as stagnant as the air in the halls of these retched arenas. An expected arrival, like that special time every woman gets that one week out of the month. I can almost time my adrenalin dump after putting forth greatness in front of thousands of APW faithful. As I experience this acquaintance of mine I can't help relish in the other emotions that have joined the party.
Pride, you would think that's one I never leave home without, and you would be correct. I have always been one who takes pride in his work, his craftsmanship. That's what I do inside the ring, it may be a job for some, but it's a labor of love for me. This night I sit here unwrapping the tape from my wrists, unpacking my boots overflowing with pride. That was a hell of a match. That man is the Undisputed Champion rightfully so! He was declared the victor, but it was me who walked out a winner. So many times I have been the motivator, the one people use as inspiration to elevate their game. I go out and simply shine bright like a diamond. You either get lost in the reflection of the bright lights as my greatness can be blinding, or you step up your game and prove you have the right cut and quality to be showcased.
This night, haha, Overdrive main event. I went one on one with Terry Marvin. I came into that match with a head of steam, arrogance to spare, and skills to pay the bills. Somewhere in the midst of this evening I felt a shift. It was like a coin flipped and there I stood looking up. I have spent my career looking down, waving on the challenges. Never once did I see myself as someone below another. The has never been a time that felt that I was the one needing to elevate my game. In in defeat, I still held the mentality of the bigger and better man. My arrogance wouldn't have it any other way. Yet, against the Champ, I went from looking down upon my competition, to looking up at it.
As the time in the match ticked on I pushed forward, starving for more, only satisfied with the thrill of the challenge that laid at my feet. Defeat the champion! Maybe it's the hype, maybe it's the drawn out length of time before our eventual meeting, but this wasn't just a match for me. I am a man that has damn near done it all, and there I stood thriving to have another accomplishment added to my long list of pat on the back accolades.
I sprung to the top rope, almost foaming at the mouth. I could taste victory, and could see the accomplishment already etching itself on my list. I leaped out with Wrestling's finest finisher, ready to put the nail in Terry Marvin in Fred TV! The next thing I remember is his music blaring in my ears, right after the bell rung snapping me back to life. I rolled out of the ring, looking up at Mr. Marvin. I was hooked, I had found my motivating moment. Here was my inspiration, to make The Real Show fall from grace. It's like Heroin, I'm just itching for more. Call it friendly competitive nature, call it my large fragile ego, but I will beat this man. Driven, motivated, I am not the PAST, for here I stand in the present just as relevant as any other man, and way more qualified and talented then the rest. Terry Marvin deserves his spot in the ladder of success, and on Overdrive I deserved that bitter taste of defeat. I am the real winner, it wasn't a beating that I received, there was no one sided victory for Marvin. That was a closely contested match between two of the very best. With in two weeks time, I have silenced many a critic that thought my time had passed. Terry Marvin walked out with his belt in one hand with the other raised. He also left with a taste of what I have to offer. He caught glimpse that had he been just a split second too late on dodging the Prelude, the so called Past would indeed be re-emerging a the present. None the less we all equally have a future, and I can't wait to do it again!!
~A Dog Will Hunt~
Birmingham, England the site of this weeks show. Miserable English fucks cheering on their favorite stars, sipping tea, God blessing the Queen, looking at nude pictures of Prince Harrys junk while snapping their wankers...I can't wait till this tour of lesser countries is over. None the less the show must go on, and while sitting at the hotel conjuring up a promo for this weeks Overdrive I received a bit of good news. A phone call just informed me the large sum of money I plopped down last week has paid off. As you know my mother went AWOL, with my limo needless to say. That's right for all I know my mother got hopped up on some funny ass Enlgish drugs, and is living life of the run as a fugitive, so I did what any red blooded American, who watches A&E, would do...called Dog The Bounty Hunter.
He went to Mexico to capture a rapist, why not jump the pond to catch a grimy no good, tramp ass slut, who is guilty of Grand Theft Auto. So I purchased a few plane tickets for the Dog and his fat wife, gave them the scent, and apparently they are meeting me downstairs with good news. So I spring from my seat, exit the room, and head toward the elevator. I press the button for the lobby with excitement oozing from my pores. As the door opens to let me out of the vertical cable car I bolt for the outside. A black SUV rolls up and parks in the drop off lane of the hotel.
From the drivers seat slithers out a large breasted robust woman. I really don't think it's fair to compliment her tits as large. Honestly for all we know that is excess stomach meat cinched into that massive bra to help her cup size. I mean large breasts on fat women is like a six pack on a skinny guy, really shouldn't count. Someone like Sabur, close to three hundred pounds having a set of jacked washboard abs is impressive, a slender woman with nice hips having rack like this wilder beast and I'm there jack. Honestly I'm worried this fatty ate my mother after they found her, because I have yet to see what I paid for.
Beth: Michael Lively...Beth Chapman.
This woman comes at me with her long nasty nails attempting to shake my hand. I quickly Howie Mandel this broad and go for the fist bump. Then Dog steps out, and boy oh boy you haven't lived until you see that blonde mullet up close and personal. I was star struck by this dudes retro hair cut. He was rocking the Indian feather and beads, and I couldn't help myself. As he went to shake my hand, I reached out to touch his hair.
Dog: Haha...you like the hair bra?
I was in a trance, completely forget the nature of their visit.
Lively: MULLET!!!
I softly petted the mans hair as his round wife glared at me. This can't be the first time some has molested her husbands hair.
Dog: Uh, so you want the bad news or the good news?
I snap out of my haze, tricky ass hypnotizing mullets.
Lively: Fuck it Dog the bad news!!
Dog: Well, your limo is gone.
Lively: What? You have to be kidding me!!
Dog: Well we found your mother though, that's the good news!! She said the limo was stolen!!
Steam boils off my brow as that news about my Thundertank settles in.
Lively: I know who stole it alright...
Dog: Your mother though we got her!
Dog walks over opens the door pulling out a handcuffed Terri Lively.
Lively: Hey...I wanted her duct taped like a prisoner, with a penis drawn on her face, so it looked like it was going in her mouth!!!
Dog: I thought you were kidding.
Lively: Hell no man, and where is the electric Dog collar...I thought I was buying the premium Dog The Bounty Hunter Package!! What's the deal?
Dog: Listen, you got issues bra...we found your mother, you advanced the first half, now you owe the second!
I am being hustled by a former inmate who walks around like Walker Texas Ranger. I pull out a wad of cash to settle up my bill.
Lively: There you go...hey buy a shirt will you, people don't need to see your nipples all the time!!!
Dog shakes his head as he un cuffs my mother. She shamefully walks over to me like a puppy who just shit on the floor. Beth and Dog walk toward their car whispering, surely it's about his star struck they were by being in the presence of such a Megastar like myself. I calmly wave toward them as they enter their car.
Lively: Thanks...you should be able to afford her Gastric By Pass surgery now Dog!!!
As they drive off I spin back around giving my mother the look of death. She simply walks into the hotel lobby and toward the elevator. Hell, it's not a quick experience. No it's a long drawn out misery, and my mother has a large dose of it to pay!!!
~Title...I Need No Stinking Title~
Opportunity, for some people it seems they can wait a lifetime for it to come around. For me, opportunities swing around like hands on a clock. I guess that's what happens when you seize them, capitalize on them. People love to spew the non sense that I am past my prime, my era has come and gone. These same taint tickling turds are the people running off at the lip about me being irrelevant. Last time I checked they don't constantly shove irrelevant wrestlers into the main event, or give them a title shot on just their third show back on Overdrive. So my washed up ass is here at an undisclosed location, preparing to film my promo for this weeks Overdrive, where my unworthy, undeserving soul will get an opportunity at the Xtreme championship.
The lights in this warehouse flicker on to show a kitchen with a dining room table. I walk in the shot pulling up a chair. As I sit there the sink full of dishes catches my eye.
Lively: Really? A sink full of dirty dishes...pretty sure there is a bitch around here in need of something to do.
The camera widens showing a scaffolding above this make shift kitchen. You can see Lively's personal body guard Sabur walking up there with a marionette cross in his hands. The camera follows the strings downward toward Terri Lively. The mother of the JESUS has strings duct tapped to her arms and legs with a large piece covering her mouth. Sabur works the strings as Terri Pinocchio's her way toward the sink.
Lively: That's more like it, now I can shoot a promo with the piece of mind that all is right in the world. Thursday night just like my worthless mother here, I plan to clean up the dirty dishes of APW. The Big Apple Cock Munch A.C. Smith puts his title on the line, against myself and a Cuban refugee named Elian Gonzalez. Overdrive will witness the JESUS spark to life an international incident when I recreate the Cuban Missile Crisis live on Overdrive. I have no personal grip or animosity toward Delikado, he will simply become collateral damage. He will be an innocent bystander in my assault on A.C. Smith. On this evening, in front of the fans of APW I will begin the eventual demise of A.C. Smith. In a time where am I focused on Survive and Conquer, instead I have you nosing through my trash like a hungry dog. Trust me sunshine I will Michael Vick your ass in due time. This process is wont be a quick one, I am excited to drag out your punishment. When it's all said and done I will buy myself a mobile food truck, fire up the grill, and sling A.C. Smith Tzu Tacos to the masses!! Patience is the key my friend, Thursday night is the simple welcoming party! Your Xtreme title is of no concern to me, whipping your ass, watching you suffer that is what I am out to do. Winning that title is just icing on the cake.
I lean back in my chair kicking my feet on the table while folding my hands behind my head.
Lively: Sabur...make her dance!
The big man laughs and with the flicking of his wrists he begins making the mother of the JESUS Soul Train it up.
Lively: Gangnam!! Give me some Gangnam!!! Hahaha!!
My mother uncontrollably simulates ridding a horse with the skill full Gepeto like styling a of the Irish Hammer.
Sitting back stage satisfied, overcome with so many emotions. The pure adrenalin dump is something I have grown fond of feeling. Night after night it takes it's toll in the beginning but soon becomes just as stagnant as the air in the halls of these retched arenas. An expected arrival, like that special time every woman gets that one week out of the month. I can almost time my adrenalin dump after putting forth greatness in front of thousands of APW faithful. As I experience this acquaintance of mine I can't help relish in the other emotions that have joined the party.
Pride, you would think that's one I never leave home without, and you would be correct. I have always been one who takes pride in his work, his craftsmanship. That's what I do inside the ring, it may be a job for some, but it's a labor of love for me. This night I sit here unwrapping the tape from my wrists, unpacking my boots overflowing with pride. That was a hell of a match. That man is the Undisputed Champion rightfully so! He was declared the victor, but it was me who walked out a winner. So many times I have been the motivator, the one people use as inspiration to elevate their game. I go out and simply shine bright like a diamond. You either get lost in the reflection of the bright lights as my greatness can be blinding, or you step up your game and prove you have the right cut and quality to be showcased.
This night, haha, Overdrive main event. I went one on one with Terry Marvin. I came into that match with a head of steam, arrogance to spare, and skills to pay the bills. Somewhere in the midst of this evening I felt a shift. It was like a coin flipped and there I stood looking up. I have spent my career looking down, waving on the challenges. Never once did I see myself as someone below another. The has never been a time that felt that I was the one needing to elevate my game. In in defeat, I still held the mentality of the bigger and better man. My arrogance wouldn't have it any other way. Yet, against the Champ, I went from looking down upon my competition, to looking up at it.
As the time in the match ticked on I pushed forward, starving for more, only satisfied with the thrill of the challenge that laid at my feet. Defeat the champion! Maybe it's the hype, maybe it's the drawn out length of time before our eventual meeting, but this wasn't just a match for me. I am a man that has damn near done it all, and there I stood thriving to have another accomplishment added to my long list of pat on the back accolades.
I sprung to the top rope, almost foaming at the mouth. I could taste victory, and could see the accomplishment already etching itself on my list. I leaped out with Wrestling's finest finisher, ready to put the nail in Terry Marvin in Fred TV! The next thing I remember is his music blaring in my ears, right after the bell rung snapping me back to life. I rolled out of the ring, looking up at Mr. Marvin. I was hooked, I had found my motivating moment. Here was my inspiration, to make The Real Show fall from grace. It's like Heroin, I'm just itching for more. Call it friendly competitive nature, call it my large fragile ego, but I will beat this man. Driven, motivated, I am not the PAST, for here I stand in the present just as relevant as any other man, and way more qualified and talented then the rest. Terry Marvin deserves his spot in the ladder of success, and on Overdrive I deserved that bitter taste of defeat. I am the real winner, it wasn't a beating that I received, there was no one sided victory for Marvin. That was a closely contested match between two of the very best. With in two weeks time, I have silenced many a critic that thought my time had passed. Terry Marvin walked out with his belt in one hand with the other raised. He also left with a taste of what I have to offer. He caught glimpse that had he been just a split second too late on dodging the Prelude, the so called Past would indeed be re-emerging a the present. None the less we all equally have a future, and I can't wait to do it again!!
~A Dog Will Hunt~
Birmingham, England the site of this weeks show. Miserable English fucks cheering on their favorite stars, sipping tea, God blessing the Queen, looking at nude pictures of Prince Harrys junk while snapping their wankers...I can't wait till this tour of lesser countries is over. None the less the show must go on, and while sitting at the hotel conjuring up a promo for this weeks Overdrive I received a bit of good news. A phone call just informed me the large sum of money I plopped down last week has paid off. As you know my mother went AWOL, with my limo needless to say. That's right for all I know my mother got hopped up on some funny ass Enlgish drugs, and is living life of the run as a fugitive, so I did what any red blooded American, who watches A&E, would do...called Dog The Bounty Hunter.
He went to Mexico to capture a rapist, why not jump the pond to catch a grimy no good, tramp ass slut, who is guilty of Grand Theft Auto. So I purchased a few plane tickets for the Dog and his fat wife, gave them the scent, and apparently they are meeting me downstairs with good news. So I spring from my seat, exit the room, and head toward the elevator. I press the button for the lobby with excitement oozing from my pores. As the door opens to let me out of the vertical cable car I bolt for the outside. A black SUV rolls up and parks in the drop off lane of the hotel.
From the drivers seat slithers out a large breasted robust woman. I really don't think it's fair to compliment her tits as large. Honestly for all we know that is excess stomach meat cinched into that massive bra to help her cup size. I mean large breasts on fat women is like a six pack on a skinny guy, really shouldn't count. Someone like Sabur, close to three hundred pounds having a set of jacked washboard abs is impressive, a slender woman with nice hips having rack like this wilder beast and I'm there jack. Honestly I'm worried this fatty ate my mother after they found her, because I have yet to see what I paid for.
Beth: Michael Lively...Beth Chapman.
This woman comes at me with her long nasty nails attempting to shake my hand. I quickly Howie Mandel this broad and go for the fist bump. Then Dog steps out, and boy oh boy you haven't lived until you see that blonde mullet up close and personal. I was star struck by this dudes retro hair cut. He was rocking the Indian feather and beads, and I couldn't help myself. As he went to shake my hand, I reached out to touch his hair.
Dog: Haha...you like the hair bra?
I was in a trance, completely forget the nature of their visit.
Lively: MULLET!!!
I softly petted the mans hair as his round wife glared at me. This can't be the first time some has molested her husbands hair.
Dog: Uh, so you want the bad news or the good news?
I snap out of my haze, tricky ass hypnotizing mullets.
Lively: Fuck it Dog the bad news!!
Dog: Well, your limo is gone.
Lively: What? You have to be kidding me!!
Dog: Well we found your mother though, that's the good news!! She said the limo was stolen!!
Steam boils off my brow as that news about my Thundertank settles in.
Lively: I know who stole it alright...
Dog: Your mother though we got her!
Dog walks over opens the door pulling out a handcuffed Terri Lively.
Lively: Hey...I wanted her duct taped like a prisoner, with a penis drawn on her face, so it looked like it was going in her mouth!!!
Dog: I thought you were kidding.
Lively: Hell no man, and where is the electric Dog collar...I thought I was buying the premium Dog The Bounty Hunter Package!! What's the deal?
Dog: Listen, you got issues bra...we found your mother, you advanced the first half, now you owe the second!
I am being hustled by a former inmate who walks around like Walker Texas Ranger. I pull out a wad of cash to settle up my bill.
Lively: There you go...hey buy a shirt will you, people don't need to see your nipples all the time!!!
Dog shakes his head as he un cuffs my mother. She shamefully walks over to me like a puppy who just shit on the floor. Beth and Dog walk toward their car whispering, surely it's about his star struck they were by being in the presence of such a Megastar like myself. I calmly wave toward them as they enter their car.
Lively: Thanks...you should be able to afford her Gastric By Pass surgery now Dog!!!
As they drive off I spin back around giving my mother the look of death. She simply walks into the hotel lobby and toward the elevator. Hell, it's not a quick experience. No it's a long drawn out misery, and my mother has a large dose of it to pay!!!
~Title...I Need No Stinking Title~
Opportunity, for some people it seems they can wait a lifetime for it to come around. For me, opportunities swing around like hands on a clock. I guess that's what happens when you seize them, capitalize on them. People love to spew the non sense that I am past my prime, my era has come and gone. These same taint tickling turds are the people running off at the lip about me being irrelevant. Last time I checked they don't constantly shove irrelevant wrestlers into the main event, or give them a title shot on just their third show back on Overdrive. So my washed up ass is here at an undisclosed location, preparing to film my promo for this weeks Overdrive, where my unworthy, undeserving soul will get an opportunity at the Xtreme championship.
The lights in this warehouse flicker on to show a kitchen with a dining room table. I walk in the shot pulling up a chair. As I sit there the sink full of dishes catches my eye.
Lively: Really? A sink full of dirty dishes...pretty sure there is a bitch around here in need of something to do.
The camera widens showing a scaffolding above this make shift kitchen. You can see Lively's personal body guard Sabur walking up there with a marionette cross in his hands. The camera follows the strings downward toward Terri Lively. The mother of the JESUS has strings duct tapped to her arms and legs with a large piece covering her mouth. Sabur works the strings as Terri Pinocchio's her way toward the sink.
Lively: That's more like it, now I can shoot a promo with the piece of mind that all is right in the world. Thursday night just like my worthless mother here, I plan to clean up the dirty dishes of APW. The Big Apple Cock Munch A.C. Smith puts his title on the line, against myself and a Cuban refugee named Elian Gonzalez. Overdrive will witness the JESUS spark to life an international incident when I recreate the Cuban Missile Crisis live on Overdrive. I have no personal grip or animosity toward Delikado, he will simply become collateral damage. He will be an innocent bystander in my assault on A.C. Smith. On this evening, in front of the fans of APW I will begin the eventual demise of A.C. Smith. In a time where am I focused on Survive and Conquer, instead I have you nosing through my trash like a hungry dog. Trust me sunshine I will Michael Vick your ass in due time. This process is wont be a quick one, I am excited to drag out your punishment. When it's all said and done I will buy myself a mobile food truck, fire up the grill, and sling A.C. Smith Tzu Tacos to the masses!! Patience is the key my friend, Thursday night is the simple welcoming party! Your Xtreme title is of no concern to me, whipping your ass, watching you suffer that is what I am out to do. Winning that title is just icing on the cake.
I lean back in my chair kicking my feet on the table while folding my hands behind my head.
Lively: Sabur...make her dance!
The big man laughs and with the flicking of his wrists he begins making the mother of the JESUS Soul Train it up.
Lively: Gangnam!! Give me some Gangnam!!! Hahaha!!
My mother uncontrollably simulates ridding a horse with the skill full Gepeto like styling a of the Irish Hammer.
