Shenanigans...

[Your JESUS]

~It's an Everyday Thing~

To Survive and Conquer, so many people seem to have that in mind these days. I have exemplified what being a survivor is. To keep relevant in this business, to keep in the mix, you have to be a survivor. It's a constant battle, a struggle to keep your claws dug into relevance. I laugh each and every time I am written off, overlooked, and taken lightly. Shane Borderland and Carmen Rivera overlooked me, they simply had me stacked in the back of their minds, that was until they both sadly watched that North American title handed to me while my name echoed out over the loud speakers. In that moment a survivor conquered Meltdown, when I was thought of as nothing more then the past. I am the present sadly enough its a pill you myst all swallow. Now, I have been forced to Overdrive and you would be the most foolish son of a bitch around to overlook me. Considered a half witted, brain dead bastard if you looked upon the JESUS as anything but a man proven to Survive and Conquer.

It's nothing new for me to always have my plate full, but come the night of the PPV...what is the saying? My cup run'eth over!!! I slapped my name on that hundred man list to the ultimate test of manhood, the pinnacle of interfed bragging rights, Survive and Conquer The Match. If that wasn't enough of a challenge, enough for the JESUS to have as a test for his greatness to shine? APW decided to double stack the ratings monster that I am and give the Xtreme champion his death wish. A.C. Smith has been sticking his chivalrous nose in my woman hating business since my arrival to Overdrive. We got our first taste of action last Thursday night. I was able to Muhammad Ali it up with a rope a dope, all to see what this guy was about. His confidence, just like so many others was just elevated with that victory. I won't go to the extreme and say it was my plan to lose, but I have been known to sand bag just a bit in the past. A few times I have let a champion get that upper hand in a match and walk out with that 'W'. Then when all the marbles are on the line, the chips are stacked high, that belt holder will go to that well once more only to find it dried right up. With shock on their face, I super kick that chin, scamper to the top rope, and Prelude my way into the history books. This may or may not be an occasion like that, but it's for me to know and Smith to find out.

In the mean time I sit here rewatching that triple threat match. A pen in hand and a notepad in my lap. I stop certain spots, rewind them, and replay in slow motion. My hand starts to scribble notes while my mind formulates different strategies, and calculates counters. A one on one match is nothing more then a chess game as they say, a plot of skill versus skill. Preparation is key, but everything I do is a methodical maneuver toward victory. I never let people know I care, they simply think of me as that arrogant wrestler past his prime. Just some ego tripping bastard that foolishly fancies himself a false prophet. I never enter a match unprepared, never step through that curtain with out a game plan. I am always one step ahead, even when it looks like my back is pushed against the wall.

That fraudulent former officer of the law thought pretty high of himself last week. He walked out still holding his title after two talented and very capable men threatened his reign. He then felt like he was dictating the flow of things by demanding a match with me in place for jail time. That silly son of a bitch played into my hands. Not only did I get a warm up to see what he was all about inside the squared circle, but I was given a one on one chance as a follow up, for his precious title. The puppet master of APW does it again. I played this silly prick like a fiddle, and he let the hook sink right into his cheek. All that is left is for me to reel him in, and gut this mother fucker for all to see!!


~Taking On Too Much At Once?~

We back it up to last week, and I am fresh from my shower after Overdrive, I stand against the wall with my cellphone pressed against my right ear. The other end of the call rings and rings as Sabur enters the room. I hold my hand up asking the Irish Hammer to hold up, then point at my phone. The big man takes a seat as the person I called answers.

Lively: Hey it's Mike...good, well I could be better. I need a favor. No this one needs to bump to the front of the line. Yeah whatever it costs you know I'm good for it. Listen, A.C. Smith...I need some dirt, something fucking good man. I'm trying to ruin this son of bitch, so give me the premium package, and I will double it depending on how well you deliver! Sweet, get back with me, thanks!

Sabur smiles shaking his head as I end the call. I shove the phone in my pocket as I look toward my body guard basically asking him what's up.

Sabur: Mike...really? I saw what went down a bit ago...I thought you were going to jail.

Lively: Wouldn't be the first time, but here I am, in a position that I hoped to be in.

Sabur: I think you are crazy, S and C match, now an Xtreme title match on top of that.

I take a seat pondering the gravity of my situation. Survive and Conquer has been my focus, my drive the past month. My training stepped up, my stamina drills kicked into high gear. I want to not only push myself to limits I have never achieved before, but bring this accolade home to APW. Now, as a warm up match that one could compare to preparing for the Indy Five Hundred, by performing the Daytona Five Hundred just hours before. I feel like a man torn. If I enter that ring with the intentions of ripping Smith from limb to limb, then that could corrupt me for the S and C.

Lively: Sabur, I have everything under control. This thing between A.C. Smith and I, it has just started to warm up. Survive and Conquer will be a realization for him of just how much he has bitten off. With his mouth too full and no floaties on his arms, he will soon realize he has drifted into deep waters with an inability to breathe. Panic will settle in as he feels the water around him start to ripple. That's when I stick my fin out to show him he is in shark infested waters.

Sabur simply listens to me rant as my arrogance spills out into the room.

Lively: I have to be honest, I thought my reemergence into the realm of hardcore would be with the Suicidal championship. Such is life, Overdrive is where I reside, and the Xtreme title seems to be calling my name. I have never shy'd away from a match with sketchy stipulations, never been one to hesitate to spill blood. You know I always pose with my arms out stretched for one reason big man, because I welcome any and all challenges. A. C. Smith was basically poking me in the chest a little bit ago, challenging me to just take that belt from his unworthy ass! So I plan on doing just that.

With that I bend down zipping my bag. I snaps fingers and from the other side of the room comes my mother to pick up my bag. On to the next they say, this next happens to be one of huge importance to me.



~A Little Time To Unwind~

I have been in this game for sometime, and successful at it from the start. Things like preparation, hard physical training, cardio endurance are crucial elements in staying attached to the ladder of greatness like I have. Being a crafty veteran I know another key is knowing when to step back, and let body and mind rest. With that flooding my thought process I have hired a car service. We are piled in, my crew and I, minus my mother...that broad has a laundry list of slave labor ahead of her for her recent outbreaks of womanly equality. Seated in the passenger seat because quite frankly my last attempt to drive in a foreign country failed miserably, I look back at my hired hands.

Lively: Listen I know I have pushing hard this last month and a half. I know my temperament has been difficult to deal with as well, but today I thought we could have some down time.

Sabur kind of smiles as Chubs and Jerry O'Harrow both light up with joy.

Jerry: You taking us to a Pub...these fuckers hate cold beer and I swear it's a travesty.

Chubs: Fish and Chips???

Lively: No we aren't going to a Pub, we aren't getting fish and chips.

I shake my head at my fat camera man and my alcoholic microphone holder who come to think of it doesn't hold a lot of microphones these days. Note to self add a few laborious duties to Jerry O'Harrows contract.

Lively: Listen knuckle heads, I'm taking you to the London Zoo!!

Jerry: Fuck that, can I bring in my beer?

Jerry pulls out a man can of cheap beer cracking it open in the back seat spilling foam on his chest. Sabur shoves him into the car door making sure no beer spills his direction.

Jerry: Hey man I'm drinking over here??

Lively: Pretty famous Zoo from what I hear. We can go see Winnie the Pooh, Some fucking Gorilla named Guy, and Ming Ming the Panda.

My face displays a child like grin as the driver of this hired transportation company pipes up.

Driver: Actually Winnipeg the Bear is no longer alive, and either is Guy the Gorilla.

Lively: What?

Driver: They passed on a long time ago. As for Ming Ming the Panda, she was returned to China in nineteen ninety four.

Chubs: Great so we are heading to some broke dick zoo...awesome!

Frustrated with disappointment from the imagery I built in my head about this visit I lash out at the driver.

Lively: What do you know....no worries Chubs there is still Jumbo the Elephant, largest Elephant in the land.

The driver chuckles before once more speaking his unwanted mind.

Driver: Jumbo was sold to the circus in the eighteen sixties and crushed by a locomotive shortly there after. Where are you getting your facts man?

I Google'd the Zoo and just read key notes but I will be damned if I tell this know it all driver that tid bit of information. Instead I simply handle the situation the only way I know how...by launching my body at him and wrapping my hands around his throat. The driver freaks out as the car swerves all over the road.

Sabur: Holy shit man, what are you doing?

Jerry: Fuck that, no one likes a know it all...choke 'em Mike!!

Sabur lunges up front grabbing me off of the hired driver. The man straightens out the car as he runs his throat. A small amount of tears run down his cheek as he tries to catch his breath. I seat back in my seat trying to regain my composure.

Lively: I don't know who you think you are, Jason Statham or some shit...this isn't the Transporter...Keep your mouth shit and drive, I will fucking end your life for trying to out wit me!

Sabur shakes his head at my ridiculous outburst and pats the driver on the shoulder trying to calm his nerves. A few more minutes pass and we arrive at the Zoo. I quickly kick open the door, and step out. Still infuriated I lean down to spout off a few remarks in closing.

Lively: That was the worst service I have ever had! I will be speaking to your manager...a fucking disgrace you are!!

I slam the door shut, and turn toward my trio of accompaniment.

Sabur: Bro what the hell? He didn't even do anything wrong, and you went for his throat. If that wasn't bad enough now you are threatening his job?

Lively: Don't down play his behavior. He deserved what he got, and deserves to be fired!!

Jerry: Makes you feel better Mike I pissed myself on his seat! Shows him who's boss right?

Collectively we all look toward Jerry in concussion.

Lively: You what?

Jerry: I pissed myself before I got out, so he has to drive back with a pissy seat!!

Lively: And now we have to walk around with you in pissy pants? Are you fucking brain dead...

I turn toward Sabur.

Lively: Is he fucking retarded?

Sabur: You hired this asshole!!

I shake my head as Jerry just polishes off his beer. We head toward the ticket counter. Sabur, Jerry, and Chubs all file into the roped off, zig and zagged line. Not even skipping a beat I by pass that non sense and head right to the front cutting off the next person who had patiently waited in this lengthy line. I step up to the window, and before I can speak a word this gentleman interrupts me.

Man: Hey...the back of the line is over there pal. I was next!!

Sabur looks around the crowd seeing what is going down.

Sabur: Oh shit!!!

The man grabs me by my shoulder as if to spin me around and repeat his rude redirect. I quickly chop him in his throat stunning his speech and laboring his breathing momentarily. I follow up that instant assault by firmly grabbing his family jewels, and squeezing with nasty intent.

Lively: All I want to do is go to the Zoo! There is no fucking Winnie the Pooh!

I let go of the mans balls as he slinks to the ground. I then look toward the rest of the line puffing my chest.

Lively: THERE IS NO MING MING, AND FOR FUCK SAKES JUMBO IS DEAD!! FULL OF DISAPPOINTMENT CAN A GUY JUST ENTER THE ZOO IN PEACE???

Fearing they have a lunatic on their hands no one objects to my decision to line jump, and I calmly turn to the lady at the ticket counter asking for four tickets of admission. After an exchange of cash for entry I grab my tickets and hand them to my guys.

We walk through the gates and anticipation overwhelms me. I haven't a clue where to go first. I ponder my choice and relay it to everyone else.

Lively: Lets go check out the Giraffes!

Everyone nods in favor of that choice and we walk toward the display on long necked freaks. After rounding the corner me eyes come in contact with the object in which I wish to see. I make my way toward the wall but two children stop me in my tracks.

Boy: Mister, mister...

I look down to see the two kids with pen and paper in hand. My first thought, autographs. These fetuses are looking to get the signature of an APW legend. Who am I to disappoint a fan who recognizes greatness. So I nod to the kid as if go ahead ask me.

Boy: Is that "The Irish Hammer" Sabur?

I look over to my body guard stunned by their question. Before I can answer the other kid shouts out "it is him". The run over begging the man beast for his John Hancock. The steroid infested individual obliges kindly to their request as frustration consumes me.

Lively: Lets go!!!

I call out to my crew as we walk toward the wall. Looking toward the Giraffes whose heads come up just above the barrier. One of the Zoo keepers seems to be handing out carrots. We each grab an orange colored stick dangling it out like bait in hopes to catch a long neck. The first Giraffe waddles over and sloppily grabs the carrot from my hand.

"Ouch"

Jerry screams in pain as he holds his hand.

Jerry: That fucker bit me!!

The Zoo keeper offers up a warning of advice to be careful while feedi g the animals. Basically a legal disclaimer to all who attempt this simple act. Still amused by Jerry's incident I grab another carrot. I dangle out once more looking toward my microphone holder.

Lively: What an idiot Jerry can't believe you got bit by a...OUCH!

Just then one of those foliage chompers bites down on my digits. With lightening fast reflexes I ball my fist and crack that son of a bitch in his side swiping jaw line. The Zoo keeper comes over frantically upset with my assault toward their property.

Lively: No worries man I am fine, and you don't owe me a thing. Consider him fixed, doubt that hungry prick will bite another guest again. You are welcome!!

The Zoo keeper glares at me as if I were the Devil. I calmly motion for my guys to follow me as we head toward a different exhibit. Silly bastard you should know I'm the JESUS! We head on down the line and I am intrigued by what I see next. Sure there are tigers, lions, monkeys of all types, but this creature I see, it is a thing of royalty.

Lively: Boys things are looking up, what is this heavenly beast?

Sabur: Looks like it's called a Lemur.

Lively: Hmmm...a Lemur!!!

Sabur grabs his cell phone and Googles some juicy bits on Lemurs as I remain locked on this creatures every move.

Sabur: I guess they get their name from Roman Mythology...means Ghost or Spirit.

Lively: Ghost!?!

Sabur looks at me a smiles. He bumps Chubs and Jerry as if about to tell them to watch.

Sabur: It says here that there have been referred to as Spiritual Gods!

Lively: Really?

This twenty pound critter scampers around as I never lose track of him.

Sabur: Yeah they say Lemurs are looked upon as sons of God, modern day JESUS's.

This comment sparks my dander as Sabur snickers a bit.

Lively: What? It can't be? There is only one JESUS, I am he!!

Sabur smiles as he knows what buttons to push. He nudges Chubs to get out the camera quietly. The fat man does, curious as to why. In this moment I would like to think I am smarter then what happens next, but being captivated and bamboozled is my only explanation.

Sabur: Yep...these Ghost JESUS's are considered the most extreme creature on the planet...

Logic should have told me that at this Sabur is goading me, but like I said it's a fucking Lemur.

Sabur: Not only are they considered extreme, but this particular one is named King Julian...

Chubs almost burst out in laughter as Sabur pulls a Madagascar reference out of thin air.

Sabur: They say you don't look King Julian in the eyes...

Just then this Lemur lifts it's head and we lock eyes. Like a record repeating in my head I here all of Sabur's fraudulent facts. JESUS ghosts, extreme king, then the threat of don't look him in the eye sends me over the edge. My arrogance swelled like the hulking green monster. I can think of nothing but my pride. I am the most extreme, I am the JESUS, no man tells me to look away!!!

Lively: Fuck you King Julian!!!

Sabur laughs violently pointing for Chubs to record my outburst. Shockingly I scale the plexiglass enclosure, and peel off the caged roof just enough to slide through.

Sabur: Hell no is he really...keep filming!!

I land on the ground pointing to this Lemur who now has kept a watchful eye on me. I raise my fists, then wave this creature on like I was Neo in the Matrix. This little fur ball tilts it's head from right to left, but doesn't move. Feeling disrespected by King Julian's lack of advance I step up my game, and go full bore Michael Lively on this Zoo creature.

Jerry: Did he just spit on that Lemur?

Sabur: Yep...and it didn't care, still just eating that leaf. HEY MIKE...SAYS HERE LEMURS THAT DON'T RESPOND TO AGGRESSION IF THEY THINK THEIR ADVERSARY IS OF FEMALE ORIGIN!!!

This big bastard knew full well what he was about to unleash upon this poor animal with that silly statement. So I unzip my jeans pull out my heavenly pistol if you will, and helicopter it in circles.

Lively: That's right I'm no bitch Julian!!

Still I get no advance from this pint sized beast of extreme. So I do what is necessary to get this one on one battle of extremes started.

Jerry: You fucking serious right now...he is pissing on that Lemur!!! Why can't I do that?

Sabur: Looks like it worked, that fucking thing is angry as hell...

So with a golden shower I enraged this little prick. I also underestimated his speed, I had to defend myself before I could put away my Moses like staff. With a huge swat I knocked Julian to the ground. He leapt for my garden hose as his first attack, and with him down I quickly retract my tool. Within an instant this Lemur attached itself to the side of my neck. His feet dug into my chest, and like a Chupacabra clamps his teeth into my neck like a blood sucking son of a bitch.

Lively: Oh hell he is extreme!!!

With his tiny thumbs he begins trying to poke my eyes out. I swat this fucker in the back breaking his tooth lock of death from my neck piece. Before I can muster another defense Julian takes my face with his sharp nails slicing me like a victim of Freddy Kruger. In a panic I hug this bastard and fall to the ground.

Jerry: IT'S NOT A CARE BEAR MIKE, YOU CAN'T HUG IT TO DEATH!!!

I am able to use my ju-jitz-ju training to roll over and take a full mount on this twenty pound animal. My hands grasp King Julian by his then neck as his eyes start to bulge.

Jerry: THERE YOU GO PUT HIM TO SLEEP!!!

I keep pressure applied until I feel Julian loosen his fighting spirit. He goes limp and I leap to my feet raising my arms proudly in the air.

Lively: WHOSE EXTREME NOW BITCH!!! FUCK KING JULIAN, KING LIVELY!!! THE GHOST OF LONDON...BADDEST MAN ON THE PLANET!!!

I turn toward my crew who all look on stunned and shocked over my boasting of defeat over a much smaller animal. Just then I see a man in a trench coat walk up to Sabur.

Trench Coat Man: You Michael Lively?

Sabur: No...he is!!

Sabur points down to me.

Trench Coat Man: The Lemur Murder...great!! My associate said this guy was the real deal, but damn.

The guy looks real nervous as I look up at him. I turn back to King Julian and soccer kick this bitch across his exhibit practicing for the charity tournament I must partake in. I dust off my shoulders and climb back out of this enclosure back to safety. Covered in cuts and scrapes with blood running down my face I stick my hand out to shake with the Trench Coat Man. He hesitates, and won't look me in the eyes.

Trench Coat Man: You called in a favor, and my associate said I was to deliver this to you.

The guy dressed like a Columbine Killer hands me over a very thick manila envelope.

Trench Coat Man: Here is everything you requested, and then some.

I simply smile as my dirt digging friend has come through in a pinch. Let the mind games begin.

Lively: Thanks...

I turn to the guys, motioning for Chubs to quit filming.

Lively: Our time at the Zoo is finished, lets go get something to eat.

Chubs: Fish and Chips??

Lively: Sure whatever!!!

I clutch my envelope with security as if I were just given the most top secret information in the history of the United Stares. We walk toward the exit of the Zoo as I see the two kids that asked for Sabur's autograph.

Lively: Hold up guys...

I walk over toward a security phone mounted to a light pole.

Lively: Security...yes come quick. Two young kids broke into your Lemur sanctuary and murdered poor King Julian!! That's the Lemurs name isn't it? Whatever, they strangled that poor little guy, and now they are over looking at the Llamas with real sexual intentions...hurry!!

I hang up the phone and cross my arms waiting patiently. Sabur walks over confused as to why I stopped.

Sabur: What's up?

Lively: Wait for it...

I point toward the two kids just a security flies around the corner tackling the kids.

Boy: What did we do?

Security cracks the kid with a baton as they restrain what they think are animal murders. Proud of my new crown of Extreme-ness I also walk out with that dastardly skill of always having a plan.


~The Mind Of A Sadistic Prick~

Many men say there is a fire that burns deep within their soul. They can feel it warming them from the inside, fueling them like a locomotive. Me I am as cold as ice, as sadistic as they come. Making others suffer keeps the temperatures low, enjoying the misery I can inflict on a man with mental warfare brings about blizzard like conditions in my chest.

It is a sunny day in London and I am looking so forward to this Pay per view, more then any other event that I have participated in previously into career. With a famous bridge filling the skyline behind me Chubs points a camera in my direction. I have a special message for A.C. Smith prior to our engagement just days away.

Lively: Fitting isn't it Smith? It's the classic battle of good versus evil? I'm sure that's what the bookers are hoping for, to cash in on something fitting that script, a trivial matter that public can easily jump on board. I mean these types of scenarios have generated big money in our business. Terry Marvin versus Kurt Noble...hell myself playing the part of the villain as Level One swooped in to save the day. Now you poking your nose into the business of the JESUS as if it were written in a fairy tale. A.C . Smith valiantly rides to the rescue...

I pause briefly looking toward the ground. My head slowly lifts as Sabur stands by my side. The level of arrogance that normally surrounds me is missing. The only thing filling the air is that awkwardness and discomfort when you realize you are in the presence of full blown psychopath. I smile as the next round of words leave my mouth.

Lively: Smith...this isn't some childish story book, simple good versus evil. No sir, this isn't your saturday morning cartoons, its not your favorite episode of He-man saving the day.

I shake my head while waving my finger back and forth.

Lively: No let me tell you the truth behind it all, I hate to break it to you but He-Man wasn't obsessed with Skeletor because he represented the epitome of evil. He-man, the poster boy of all that is pure and right with the world focused so much attention on my man Skeletor for one reason alone. He caught the so called muscle bound hero from Greyskull dressing in a pretty pink spandex, prancing around having sex with a green tiger. This shocked Skeletor, but he wasn't bothered by this act of beastility. Skeletor thought, to each their own. So my blue skinned friend put his hood up tried to sneak away, but the limp wristed Prince realized he had been spotted playing David Caradine by the skull face bad ass of Eternia. Right then and there He-man defamed the character of Skeletor from that day forward. He turned the world against our boney friend in the name of good, honor and righteousness, just so the people wouldn't find out he in fact has skeletons of his own hidden away in the closest. Any of this sound familiar Smith...any of it strike a cord with you?

I cup my hand to my ear as if asking the Xtreeme champion to answer from where ever he may be watching this.

Lively: You sit on your pedestal of nobility, boasting about your days as a lawman. You turn your nose up at my actions toward women like you are some Prince fucking Charming! Does that make you a man Smith? You think you are the man, don't you Champ? Sympathizing with women doesn't make you the man, it means you are nothing more then a waffle twat, dickless scum of the earth just like every other gutter cunt. Which also means I am willing and able to leave you broken and battered, with two black eyes so the world will know Michael Lively told your bitch ass twice. You see this just the beginning, your journey through land of misery and sorrow is just starting to unfold. Thanks to my cunning smarts and my vast resources I have found out that mister high and mighty has a bit of a shady past. Well, be careful my friend. Many times over do your past transgressions come back to haunt you. This time your seedy secrets lay in my haunting hands, the Ghost of London!

Sabur snickers at my Zoo reference and my rumble with a Lemur.

Lively: I know one undeniable fact about you and I, I will not rest until I bring about your demise. I thought to myself about the torture that I wish to inflict upon your soul and I went to dark places. I want the level of mental pain to be unlike anything you have ever experienced before. I pondered about kidnaping your mother, just to have a video made where I defiled her for your viewing pleasure. I also had visions of capturing your father, while the camera rolled, water boarding the man who is responsible for my new nemesis being birthed upon my Green Earth. A nemesis that claims to be one of integrity, one of honor, but if the people know what I know...then they would know it is impossible for their hero be as spotless as he claims. No knight in shinning armor has ever had a woman fake her own death just to free herself from their loving grasp...right Smith!!!

Sabur looks at me shocked as to the news I just spilled. Unsure of what I am speaking about he listens on intently.

Lively: Those sound like actions of a tortured soul to me? A desperate woman looking for drastic escape from a prison sentence, a sentence where she was attached to YOU!

My eyes grow cold and fierce as I stare right into the lens as if speaking to Smith himself. I crouch down as I ramble on.

Lively: I have news for you A.C., this PPV...you Conquer nothing but the fortunate act of survival. I don't want your demise to come too fast. This will be a drawn out process. You see I am who I say I am, I do not parade around with a fake set of morals that I offer up while in public, only to leave them outside tied up next to the horses while I close the doors to my private life. Knowing full well behind those doors I am the very thing I claim to stand against...No Smith, I am a bastard here, now, and forever. Unlike you with you closet full of secrets, I am proud of my true self. Our match will be the ushering in of your complete Armageddon. That's right the people of the world are always clamoring on about the end of time, well tick tock Smith, your countdown begins at Survive and Conquer.

I stand from my crouched position, with my eyes never straying from the camera.

Lively: You finally tasted success, you got to strap championship gold around your waist here in MY company. I bet it was a dream come true? You breathed a sigh of relief didn't you? This is that moment during sleep when everything shifts, and what was once peaceful bliss turns into a harsh nightmare that you seemingly can not escape. I plan to ruin you slowly, first by relieving you of your duties as Xtreme champion in a memorable fashion. Not just for you to have as a souvenir but for the world to witness the devastating manor in which I have begun to unravel your fantasies. The APW faithful will sit, completely overtaken by shock that there will be in fact more to come. This loss you will suffer at my deadly hands will look like the destruction brought on by the plagues, and as I foretell of even more insurmountable torture that will fall upon your head, people will tremble in fear of what I have in store for you. I thought it was so humorous the way you poked at me so carelessly, not knowing the entire time that you were basically provoking the creator of HELL!!! From that first encounter, here you are strung up in every position that I have strategically put you in. Predictably you have done everything I hoped of you up until this point. Now be a good boy and drop the belt at my feet!!

I laugh at the camera with a quiet but serious kind of chuckle. I softly begin to speak with the volume increasing.

Lively: That, I know you will not do. You are full of piss and vinegar, too bold to think that you stand no chance. The reality speaks differently, so I look forward to prying your hands off a title worthy of a champion like myself. Consider this a five course meal Smith, Survive and Conquer is just the appetizer...

With that I cover the lens of the camera shoving it back away from me. I flip the hood of my sweatshirt over my head and walk toward the rental car. Sabur looks at Chubs and shrugs his shoulders as the feed cuts off.