Post by Shadow on Feb 6, 2013 0:35:55 GMT -4
[glow=limegreen,9,200]THEN...[/glow]
Oklahoma City: July 9th, 2012
Shadow drills Lively with a forearm, the big man having to battle to his feet in this match. Shadow goes to shoot Lively off, but Lively plants his feet and attempts to reverse the move; however, Shadow doesn’t budge! He brings Lively back toward him and grabs Michael Lively in a bear hug, then Shadow drives his opponent into the ring with a hard Spinebuster! Fade to Michael Lively charging across the ring and driving his knee into Shadow’s jaw. Then the White Lion hoists up Shadow just enough to smack Shadow with an elbow and hit a huge sitout facebuster. The scene cuts to later in the match as Michael Lively is pulling himself up after missing the Prelude! He struggles to his feet and demands that Shadow get up. Lively goes for a super kick but Shadow counters by grabbing the foot! The Usher spins Lively around kicks the fellow Hall of Famer in the gut and delivers an Earth shattering Eclipse! Shadow hooks the leg...1...2...3!!!
September 3rd, 2012
The next time these two locked up face to face Shadow dominated the opening of the match. Shadow delivered several hard moves one after the other. First a big back body drop, then a huge wall of a shoulder block followed up with a painfully powerful scoop slam! Seeing his victory within his grasp Shadow climbed the top rope and leapt off nearly cleaving off the Lion’s head at the mane with a flying clothesline!
But the match isn’t over there. Lively fights back, bringing Shadow to a knee and then goes for a super kick. Once more Shadow grabs his foot but Lively is too smart this time and kicks a field long goal with the Enziguri! Shadow’s face crashes to the canvas afterwards. A little later Lively tries to clothesline Shadow over the top rope but the big man pulls himself back up before crashing to the ground. Then Lively sends Shadow down with a Pele Kick off the apron! Lively is up top ready to hit the Prelude when he turns distracted to the outside. Shadow uses the chance to get up plants a rib shattering kick to Lively’s midsection and goes for the Eclipse. But it’s Young Mannie who interferes and nails Lively with the belt giving Lively the win over Shadow!
One Night in Hell 2012
Two scenes are shown here. Michael Lively taking everyone down early on in the match. He has a beautiful showing. Then it shows Shadow, Shadow driving Michael back to the ground with one more Eclipse. This one ends Lively’s reign as North American Champion.
[glow=silver,9,200]NOW...[/glow]
“Shadow, Shadow!”
Ms. Hannah Storm rushes toward the Usher of Darkness as he makes his way through the corridors of Mile One Center. Shadow carries his black dufflebag across his shoulder, but he stops when he hears her voice. Shadow turns, his long blond hair brushes behind him. He stares at the shorter beautiful woman from behind his sunglasses.
“Shadow!” Hannah reaches him and stops for a moment to catch her breath.
The distance that took Shadow merely ten paces took the lovely Hannah Storm a full sprint to close. The big man just stares down at her as she takes a deep breath.
“Whew. Okay Shadow, welcome back to Overdrive after a powerful showing at Survive and Conquer.”
He doesn’t respond. Hannah continues.
“You’re coming back this week and facing off against the returning Michael Lively. Since your promotion to Overdrive you’ve had the opportunity to face some of APW’s top talent and this week is no different.”
Still silence.
“I mean, you have fought Lively before, but never on Overdrive. You really have the chance to show President Jeff and Johnny Rebel you skill. You could seriously make a name for yourself tonight! Think about it. With Rasslemania less than two months away, this is the big chance to take off! How does that make you feel?”
Shadow cocks his head. He raises an eyebrow. But he still doesn’t say a word. Hannah is getting a little uncomfortable.
“Uh Shadow?” She starts to say. “Is there anything you would like to add? Everyone’s been talking about Michael Lively’s big return to APW. Despite his last two losses there is talk he plans to bounce back this week. Do you have any thoughts on the matter?”
Nothing, just a cold stare.
“Any thoughts whatsoever?”
The silence is deafening.
“Shadow, come on you have to have something to s-“
In a split second Shadow snatches the microphone from Storm. She gasps and recoils briefly as he scowls at her. It’s very unlike him to be angry with an interviewer. Shadow drops his dufflebag and brings the microphone up.
“Hannah,” he says through his teeth. “I like you. I really do. But you need to stop talking right now.”
Shadow takes a step toward her. It almost seems menacingly. Hannah storm backs up into the corridor wall. The big man’s shadow falls over her as he stands upright towering over her, shielding her from the light.
“Do you realize what you just said to me? You interviewed me like I was some rookie. How long have I worked for Action Packed Wrestling? What is my status here? Do you even know anymore, or has that pretty little head of your been swept up by the other megastars? You said this is chance to prove myself. How dare you, dear. I made a name for myself a long time ago. But you all seem to forget that. You don’t remember Shadow walking through APW a few years back, you don’t remember a few months ago on Meltdown. Hell you don’t even remember my brutal battles over the past month!”
He bellows at her.
“You want to know what I think? I think Action Packed Wrestling has forgotten exactly who I am and what it is I do. It’s time they remember, It’s time all of your remember. Michael Lively’s big return? No based upon his last few showings it’s just a return. And as for him planning to turn all this around, fuck him and that horse he offered to give me during our last match on Meltdown. Hannah you need to review your files before you try to re-interview me on Overdrive. Mark my words you ever talk to me like that again and I may not be able to control my temper, dear.”
He slams the microphone into the wall and the feedback screeches loudly. Hannah winces as she hears it over her earpiece. Shadow drops the broken microphone, picks up his dufflebag, turns and walks away. Storm is left there for a few moments, trying to regain her composure. After a second she shudders.
“Okay flesh,” Hannah says as Shadow turns the corner. “Anytime you want to stop crawling is okay with me.”
Holy shit, it’s Michael freaking Lively!
And man, look at the dick on you! I mean, how do you get into those pants with a pork sword like that? I know! It’s a long complicated process. First, you have your bottom bitches Chubs and Sabur hold your pants out stretched by the waistline down on the sidewalk. Then you climb up on the roof of your mom’s house and unroll that Tex Avery wolf tongue you call a cock over the side; it flops down into one pant leg and smashes into the concrete below. Immediately afterwards, you leap off the roof and down using your pole as a guide and land by sliding into your pants. Jesus, I’m a genius!
Okay, enough of that crap. I’m going to start this off by saying; you sir, are in for a world of Hell this week. I’ve got a lot of frustrations I need to deal with and I plan to work through each one on you. It’s nothing personal. Just business, like all the other times I whipped your ass.
Speaking of those times, how long has it been since we threw down? One Night in Hell? I remember that night really well. I mean I should, I’m the guy who ended your stint as North American Champion! Let’s reminisce about how it all went down. You were beating on Aubrey J Parker, had her up on the top rope. Then, like a dark angel of destruction, I intervened. I lifted your carcass up really high in the air and drove you down into the depths of Hell with a powerbomb, though the tables mind you. I know I mentioned Tex Avery earlier and I wasn’t kidding. You got all kinds of cartoony features and at that moment, when I fused your body with splintered wood, steel and canvas your eyes shot out of your skull. God damn that was funny!
But I have been wondering about you, though. You and I got drafted to Overdrive at the same time but no one saw you until a few weeks back. Not the big flashy return you expected either, was it? AC Smith beat your ass. It’s understandable, gorillas can be hard to handle. Although you’d think that the King of the Jungle would be able to take down a pesky ‘roided up ape. What happened to the bad ass unbeatable Michael Lively? You’re starting to look like your old tag partner Streets Wilson. Don’t make me lose what little respect I have for you and take you out of this business like I did him.
Okay, I can’t lie. I have no respect for you Michael Lively, you’re an asshole and not my kind of asshole. Still not lying here, I enjoyed fighting you on Meltdown. It was a breath of fresh air to tear the building down with someone who actually knew what they were doing, unlike those revolting rejects I retired long before their careers ever began. But this is Overdrive. The game in this territory is worth a whole lot more.
You know what pisses me off Lively. I’m sure you’re going to love this. People actually missed you while you were gone. Not the fans, they hate you guts. No, the people in the back were looking forward to your return. I’d roam those halls; I’d look at all the new blood that is pumping through Action Packed Wrestling and I realized that our coworkers were eagerly awaiting the return of the “White Lion.” Rookies and others would be talking about you. Hannah Storm would ask people about your impending return. Yet when Ms. Storm mentioned my name in interviews, people went “Who’s that?”
That’s right. I said it, it had to be said! We’re going to talk about the elephant sitting in the break room. Why? What the hell does this have to do with our match? Oh I don’t know, maybe it’s the reason I plan to instant replay our last few encounters with the people on Overdrive. I know the fans are going to love it. You: not so much.
Michael Lively, I don’t get you. I mean you’re a big freaking name in APW, you could have everyone woman falling all over your dick if you weren’t such a chauvinistic cock-stain. And your talent! Out of everyone I’ve ever wrestled here, I like working you the best. Not because of the fan reaction either. Hell, we don’t have to work the crowd they work us when we start the fire. But dammit man you just hate people don’t you? If it wasn’t for that over confident jack ass ego you got running your life you’d be a pretty swell guy. Instead you’re a grade “A” Kevin Federline dick.
Don’t get me wrong, we all know you’re a 2011 Hall of Famer. You poured your blood and sweat into this business. I’m not knocking your skill. I’m pissed because our co-workers know who you are. They don’t know me.
I’ve spent the better part of this year throttling the trash that trounced into Action Packed Wrestling. You and me duke’d it out on Meltdown a few times, I’m certain you remember. Not calling you trash, directly. But on Meltdown, I beat the holy hell out of people. Then after One Night in Hell you and I got called back up to the majors. We returned to Overdrive, well I did; you dropped off the face of the earth for a while. I started kicking ass on the big show and I thought I was doing well. I enjoyed myself and then I heard people talk about your return. It’s like everything I’ve done in the past year has meant nothing. My induction to the hall of fame, quick snag of the Xtreme championship, not shit.
Of course I wondered if it was because people simply forgot who I was. And that offended me. I’ve busted my ass for the place and the people in back are just going to shove me aside? Treat me like I’m some Meltdown rookie who was lucky enough to get the chance to audition for Johnny Rebel and Overdrive? Screw that. Then I thought that maybe, just maybe they were blocking me out. Self-lobotomizing themselves like I once said. You know, all afraid of the big bad Shadow? It would make a good reason for my coworkers to try and ignore me. I like thinking about that. I really do. The idea that hearing my name makes the rest of the roster relive their PTSD? Boy that thought gives a man some mahogany. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that even after this match people are going to be talking about Michael Lively more than they will about the Usher of Darkness.
Hell NO!
This bull shit stops now!
Rasslemania looms on the horizon. The sun is setting on my yearlong return. I’ve stayed through longer than I did in my first run. I’ve had a better year in 2012 than I did when I first got here and I am not about to let my career be put on the backburner because these other assholes who spend all their time jerking each other off backstage whispering about their favorite personalities, wanting to see Michael Lively make a big comeback. No, Michael Lively is not making a comeback. He’s just back. And that’s fine with me. Let me use you Michael, as an example. You can be an example to all the great Megastars that have risen to the top of Action Packed Wrestling. You know, like Kurt Noble, Terry Marvin, Evan Envi and even the few others who have remained on top for some fucked up reason. People like Level One. You can help me show them all what happens when I get really pissed off.
This message goes out to The White Lion. You better grow eyes in the back of your head you misogynistic piece of crap. Because I don’t plan on sleeping until I’ve laid waste to your blasphemous bitch ass. I’m going on Safari motherfucker, Sa-fah-RI!
