Post by Your JESUS on Feb 20, 2013 0:41:53 GMT -4
~I Don't Like No For An Answer~
Overdrive goes off the air, and my temperament from the recent interaction with A.C Smith is none to pleasurable. I seem to be on a mission as I b-line through the back halls. I round a corner coming to my destination. I try to contain my anger as I know it will not be excepted in the room I am about to enter. The office of Overdrive's General Manager is what the sign reads on the door that I swing open.
Lively: REBEL!! Rebel I need to talk to you!!!
Rebel spins around in the chair sitting behind a desk. He leans back in his fancy office chair folding his arms behind his head looking at me. The look on the General Manager's face tells a story of a man who isn't impressed with the arrogance that I project. Wasting no time I start in on my rant.
Lively: Listen, I'm not sure what the deal is? I have Smith ducking me! I wasn't booked tonight, I need answers! I am top level talent, I am a living legend! I can not go unbooked, Smith can't duck me. I NEED...
Rebel sits up at his desk lifting his left hand interrupting me mid sentence. His eyes looking down at some papers on his desk.
Rebel: Let me get this straight. You feel under valued? You think we should be using you better?
I nod my head along with the GM as he continues to touch on my grievances.
Rebel: And you want me to force A.C Smith to give you a rematch?
Lively: EXACTLY!! That's what any respectable General Manager would do!!!
Rebel still looking at papers cluttering his desk nods at my rebuttal to his questions.
Rebel: Well I am a respectable General Manager, and I think I can help you out.
I clutch my fists as a huge smile comes over my face. I knew calming myself, getting control of my temper was the right decision.
Rebel: This is what I am going to do...we will be using you next week. You won't have to wait long for action since you seem ready to go...
I spring back and forth on my toes.
Lively: I'm ready to go!!
Rebel: Good because you will be opening the show against Anthony Washington.
Lively: Who? Opening? What about Smi...
Again Rebel cuts me off.
Rebel: As General Manager, excuse me a respectable GM as you put it, I am also ready to inform you that we will be finning you ten thousand dollars!!
Surprised I almost lose my cool right here.
Lively: TEN...TEN THOUSAND!! What, Why??
Rebel: I have an invoice here from the arena's management crew for a locker room door.
I shake my head in disgust.
Lively: Seriously, a locker room door cost ten thousand dollars? For Christ sakes man!!!
Rebel: Actually it doesn't, the fine covers the door and should serve as punishment for your actions. This is MY show, and I will keep your rambunctious actions under control one way or another. As for Smith, if he doesn't want a match with you...I don't see a need for it either. What's the saying, we've been there, done that!!!
A cold chill runs down my spine just before heat explodes in my chest sending boiling blood throughout my body.
Lively: Ten thousand dollars, that's supposed to teach me a lesson...
I grab a chair from in front of Rebels desk and violently throw it into the framed picture the former Overdrive champion turned General Manager hanging on the wall.
Lively: If a door cost me Ten g's, then I'm sure that swap meet bullshit must be another twenty grand. Rack it up, I got money to blow Bossman!! Smith will fight me again, he will have to face me. As for your petty fines, you do what you feel you need to do, and I will do what I feel I must. No hard feelings...BOSS!!
I kick over the other chair as I turn to exit the General Manager's office. Rebel offers me up a few words as a parting gift.
Rebel: I'm not Diamond Lively...Push me and I gladly push back, you remember that!!!
~Interviews, Part Of The Game...I Guess?~
Here I sit on the couch in my hotel room. My early morning cardio training done for the day. I just finished up a little round of publicity for this weeks Overdrive by calling in on serval radio shows here in Moncton, New Brunswick. Before I settle in for my late after noon grappling training at a local gym I have granted a journalist from Pro Wrestling Illustrated access to my hotel room for a interview for their next monthly issue. Sabur lets the guy in, and from first glance I'd say he has a face suited for writing, and a body fit for radio. The portly gentleman introduces himself and takes a seat across from me. My body guard and friend Sabur hands me my MusclePharm Amino One drink. I have to recover and rehydrate so I already for my next work out. I take a sip as the journalist prepares for our interview.
Lively: What was your name again?
"Dave, Dave Lenker"
I nod my head as I gulp down more of my recovery beverage.
Dave: So if you are ready?
I motion with my hand for the man to cut loose, and with that we are off to the races. We start with the formalities of welcome to PWI, the readers will be blah-blah-blah! After a few of the ice breaker questions skim the surface the guy finally makes thing interesting.
Dave: So I'm going to list off some names, you give us the first thoughts that pop into your head.
This seems interesting so I smirk anticipating the list.
Dave: President Jeff?
Lively: Heart...he is the pounding heart of APW!
Dave: Interesting, ok. Level One?
Lively: Lindsay Lohan!!
Dave: Lindsay Lohan?
Lively: He is stuck somewhere in the turmoils of his celebrity forgetting what brought him to the party.
Dave: Alright, lets see Trevor Blackwell?
I shake my head almost knowing this was coming.
Lively: Now there are so many ways to go with this, but sticking true to the rules, I will give you the first thing that comes to mind...His own worst enemy!!
Dave: Recently announced to be inducted into the Hall of Fame, Chris Cyrus?
Lively: Welcome to the club Kid!!
Dave: A.C. Smith?
Lively: Absolutely fucking over rated!!!
The look on my face had an influence on the look this mans face shot back toward me. My intensity about Smith let out a very powerful and intense tone in the air. He quickly tried to ease the tension by switching gears.
Dave: Ok, well lets change the subject. There was a time when we as fans thought the sun had set on your career, Michael. That motorcycle accident from what all accounts seemed to have robbed you. In true Michael Lively fashion you proved other wise and have returned. It seems you have done it all, yet through everything the thing you seem to enjoy the most is garnering hatred from the fans. We aren't sure when you will hang up the boots, but when you do what will your legacy be? Is it being the most hated man in all of wrestling? Is it becoming the first Grand Slam champion? What is Michael Lively's legacy be?
This question reached out and slapped me when I wasn't expecting it. So many times throughout my career all I could think about was my Legacy, my mark left in this sport. Now with the question posed to me I am caught off guard, but only briefly.
Lively: My Legacy. Success came to me right away, my hard work, my skill set, it brought me to the mountain top. I was fairly young when I won the World title and can honestly tell you as a man I didn't respect or understand the position I was in. I have tasted many forms of victory, held many forms of glory here in APW. You mentioned Grand Slam champion, a proud moment in my career, but not my proudest moment. I would have to tell you winning the North American title was my proudest moment thus far.
Dave: Really?
Lively: Winning that title was like telling fate fuck you! It was the equivalent to dropping my nuts on the face of those doctors who said I wouldn't walk again, let alone wrestle. It proved to them that I was right, it proved to myself as well, that I knew I was far from done. My legacy? When I hang em up, I'm long gone from this sport, when you are sitting in a chair and you mention my name to another wrestler making their impact in APW...my hope is that the first thoughts that pop into their head is dedicated. Dedicated to wrestling, dedicated to Action Packed Wrestling. We could get rid of all the championships, erase all accolades, start fresh with nothing on the line night after night and I would still walk that aisle. I would still carry the banner of APW with me, and perform the sport made for me by God. That's what I hope my Legacy is, to be remembered as a die hard, balls to the walls wrestler for APW, simple as that!!
The journalist shakes his head party surprised by my answer.
Dave: Honestly I would have expected something a bit more arrogant and flashy, but I have to say I love your answer. Well in closing where do you see yourself in this coming year? What plans does Michael Lively have for two thousand and thirteen?
Lively: First and foremost I will convince A.C. Smith to grant me a rematch, it's happening you can count on that. After I get my match, and drag him back to reality by letting him fall to the JESUS, who knows. Let's see I'm sure there will be a championship belt swinging between my legs again, because it's me naturally, it's bound to happen. Hopefully in this next year I get an opportunity to finish unsettled business as well.
Dave: Which would be?
Lively: Really, you expect me to drop dime on that info...that knowledge right there isn't cheap, and would cost you some CASH if you catch my drift!!
With that I simply flash a shit eating grin toward this guy, who simply smiles in return. I let him know he can spell that last line however he would like in print. He thanks me for my time, we shake some hands, and then we are done. Just in time for me to head out for grappling. The life of a wrestler never ends. Well at least the successful ones like myself.
~Your Future or Mine~
It's about a day away from Overdrive and I realize that I need to cut a promo for the show. My personal camera man is home with his family for some sort of emergency. Let it be known I do have a heart because I paid for this fat bastard to fly home, and I'm still giving him his payroll as if he were here to film my piece. So instead of a technically trained videographer I have a steroid enhanced genetic freak of nature holding a camera my direction looking as if he is about to crush the fucking thing in his massive grip. Sabur gives me a thumbs up to signal we are recording. Standing on the balcony of my hotel room I look out at the sunset.
Lively: What does the future hold? The present becomes the past bringing forth the future. The setting of the sun gives life to the future of the moon. To try and understand the future you must immerse yourself in the past, get a history lesson to make you knowledgable in the present. This can help you prepare for what is to come, the future! People get excited about the future, they look forward to what it offers. I for one don't try to look to far ahead, so I can't contemplate this thing called the future. Yet tomorrow evening in so many ways I come face to face with the future.
I turn around glaring into the camera trapped in the mitts of my friend who holds similarities to a polar bear. White as fuck and beastly as hell.
Lively: Anthony "The Future" Washington. There are those who like to proclaim this their time. They also like to try and point out in some ridiculous fashion that I represent the past, as I stand here in the present just as lethal as I have ever been. So maybe "The Future" of APW will try his hand at that same type of rant. Maybe you will try to build your case on the fact that I'm washed up, a has been, better yet stake your fortune of victory behind the idea that I am some old codger on the verge of social security benefits. Those are all grand concepts that I would like to point out as the past, so if "The Future" wants to be a recycled version of the past then he wouldn't really be much of a "Future" would he? No, more like a present. The facts are real simple Washington, APW just celebrated its fifth year in business. I came to this company as a fresh young talent a month after they opened their doors. I am far from old, anything but washed up. So I suggest you steer clear of these silly notions others try to paint like portraits. I am a deadly son of a bitch inside that ring, you can ask anybody. Thursday night you get that unfortunate pleasure of meeting your "Future" when you engage in your first come to JESUS meeting. No sir it's not like Sunday school with the frilly stories of happiness and prestige. Anthony, the JESUS you are set to meet doesn't turn the other cheek, he tries to drive a fist in either one of yours. The JESUS in this story doesn't turn water into wine, he spills blood for fun all in the name of impressing his one true love. His mistress, APW!!
I turn around once more looking at the sun drop off in the horizon.
Lively: Your "Future" looks to be grim. I am fully prepared to add another win to my record at your expense. I hear you are a talented man with an ego to match. That is nice, because some would say the same thing about me as well. Overdrive will be the test where push comes to shove. Can you handle a living legend Anthony? They don't call you a legend without first earning that title. Frankly the title you have bestowed upon yourself seems unfit, unworthy, and better yet untested. Thursday night "The Future" gets tested, it gets defined!! Will you become the "Future" of APW, the "Future" of the fast food industry? Or will your face simply just be the "Future" resting place for my heavenly balls? Only time will tell. The only guarantee that can be given in tomorrow's "Future" is that we will both lace up our boots, you will enter MY ring. I will treat you like an intruder invading my home, there will be no warning shot...it's kill or be killed Washington. Are you ready to die for this shit? I go for broke night after night, and I'm not quite sure you are ready for the "Future" management has in store for you. The big leagues aren't for everyone sunshine, don't worry we are all fully qualified to give you the Heimlich maneuver when you surely choke. Question is when will you choke? I'm betting when I shove my large balls down your throat tomorrow night that I was right, and with a mouth full of my nuts I don't think anyone will give a fuck about what comes out of your mouth from this point on.
With that I turn toward the camera smiling big while our stretching my arms in the I am JESUS pose.
Lively: Open wide!!!
Overdrive goes off the air, and my temperament from the recent interaction with A.C Smith is none to pleasurable. I seem to be on a mission as I b-line through the back halls. I round a corner coming to my destination. I try to contain my anger as I know it will not be excepted in the room I am about to enter. The office of Overdrive's General Manager is what the sign reads on the door that I swing open.
Lively: REBEL!! Rebel I need to talk to you!!!
Rebel spins around in the chair sitting behind a desk. He leans back in his fancy office chair folding his arms behind his head looking at me. The look on the General Manager's face tells a story of a man who isn't impressed with the arrogance that I project. Wasting no time I start in on my rant.
Lively: Listen, I'm not sure what the deal is? I have Smith ducking me! I wasn't booked tonight, I need answers! I am top level talent, I am a living legend! I can not go unbooked, Smith can't duck me. I NEED...
Rebel sits up at his desk lifting his left hand interrupting me mid sentence. His eyes looking down at some papers on his desk.
Rebel: Let me get this straight. You feel under valued? You think we should be using you better?
I nod my head along with the GM as he continues to touch on my grievances.
Rebel: And you want me to force A.C Smith to give you a rematch?
Lively: EXACTLY!! That's what any respectable General Manager would do!!!
Rebel still looking at papers cluttering his desk nods at my rebuttal to his questions.
Rebel: Well I am a respectable General Manager, and I think I can help you out.
I clutch my fists as a huge smile comes over my face. I knew calming myself, getting control of my temper was the right decision.
Rebel: This is what I am going to do...we will be using you next week. You won't have to wait long for action since you seem ready to go...
I spring back and forth on my toes.
Lively: I'm ready to go!!
Rebel: Good because you will be opening the show against Anthony Washington.
Lively: Who? Opening? What about Smi...
Again Rebel cuts me off.
Rebel: As General Manager, excuse me a respectable GM as you put it, I am also ready to inform you that we will be finning you ten thousand dollars!!
Surprised I almost lose my cool right here.
Lively: TEN...TEN THOUSAND!! What, Why??
Rebel: I have an invoice here from the arena's management crew for a locker room door.
I shake my head in disgust.
Lively: Seriously, a locker room door cost ten thousand dollars? For Christ sakes man!!!
Rebel: Actually it doesn't, the fine covers the door and should serve as punishment for your actions. This is MY show, and I will keep your rambunctious actions under control one way or another. As for Smith, if he doesn't want a match with you...I don't see a need for it either. What's the saying, we've been there, done that!!!
A cold chill runs down my spine just before heat explodes in my chest sending boiling blood throughout my body.
Lively: Ten thousand dollars, that's supposed to teach me a lesson...
I grab a chair from in front of Rebels desk and violently throw it into the framed picture the former Overdrive champion turned General Manager hanging on the wall.
Lively: If a door cost me Ten g's, then I'm sure that swap meet bullshit must be another twenty grand. Rack it up, I got money to blow Bossman!! Smith will fight me again, he will have to face me. As for your petty fines, you do what you feel you need to do, and I will do what I feel I must. No hard feelings...BOSS!!
I kick over the other chair as I turn to exit the General Manager's office. Rebel offers me up a few words as a parting gift.
Rebel: I'm not Diamond Lively...Push me and I gladly push back, you remember that!!!
~Interviews, Part Of The Game...I Guess?~
Here I sit on the couch in my hotel room. My early morning cardio training done for the day. I just finished up a little round of publicity for this weeks Overdrive by calling in on serval radio shows here in Moncton, New Brunswick. Before I settle in for my late after noon grappling training at a local gym I have granted a journalist from Pro Wrestling Illustrated access to my hotel room for a interview for their next monthly issue. Sabur lets the guy in, and from first glance I'd say he has a face suited for writing, and a body fit for radio. The portly gentleman introduces himself and takes a seat across from me. My body guard and friend Sabur hands me my MusclePharm Amino One drink. I have to recover and rehydrate so I already for my next work out. I take a sip as the journalist prepares for our interview.
Lively: What was your name again?
"Dave, Dave Lenker"
I nod my head as I gulp down more of my recovery beverage.
Dave: So if you are ready?
I motion with my hand for the man to cut loose, and with that we are off to the races. We start with the formalities of welcome to PWI, the readers will be blah-blah-blah! After a few of the ice breaker questions skim the surface the guy finally makes thing interesting.
Dave: So I'm going to list off some names, you give us the first thoughts that pop into your head.
This seems interesting so I smirk anticipating the list.
Dave: President Jeff?
Lively: Heart...he is the pounding heart of APW!
Dave: Interesting, ok. Level One?
Lively: Lindsay Lohan!!
Dave: Lindsay Lohan?
Lively: He is stuck somewhere in the turmoils of his celebrity forgetting what brought him to the party.
Dave: Alright, lets see Trevor Blackwell?
I shake my head almost knowing this was coming.
Lively: Now there are so many ways to go with this, but sticking true to the rules, I will give you the first thing that comes to mind...His own worst enemy!!
Dave: Recently announced to be inducted into the Hall of Fame, Chris Cyrus?
Lively: Welcome to the club Kid!!
Dave: A.C. Smith?
Lively: Absolutely fucking over rated!!!
The look on my face had an influence on the look this mans face shot back toward me. My intensity about Smith let out a very powerful and intense tone in the air. He quickly tried to ease the tension by switching gears.
Dave: Ok, well lets change the subject. There was a time when we as fans thought the sun had set on your career, Michael. That motorcycle accident from what all accounts seemed to have robbed you. In true Michael Lively fashion you proved other wise and have returned. It seems you have done it all, yet through everything the thing you seem to enjoy the most is garnering hatred from the fans. We aren't sure when you will hang up the boots, but when you do what will your legacy be? Is it being the most hated man in all of wrestling? Is it becoming the first Grand Slam champion? What is Michael Lively's legacy be?
This question reached out and slapped me when I wasn't expecting it. So many times throughout my career all I could think about was my Legacy, my mark left in this sport. Now with the question posed to me I am caught off guard, but only briefly.
Lively: My Legacy. Success came to me right away, my hard work, my skill set, it brought me to the mountain top. I was fairly young when I won the World title and can honestly tell you as a man I didn't respect or understand the position I was in. I have tasted many forms of victory, held many forms of glory here in APW. You mentioned Grand Slam champion, a proud moment in my career, but not my proudest moment. I would have to tell you winning the North American title was my proudest moment thus far.
Dave: Really?
Lively: Winning that title was like telling fate fuck you! It was the equivalent to dropping my nuts on the face of those doctors who said I wouldn't walk again, let alone wrestle. It proved to them that I was right, it proved to myself as well, that I knew I was far from done. My legacy? When I hang em up, I'm long gone from this sport, when you are sitting in a chair and you mention my name to another wrestler making their impact in APW...my hope is that the first thoughts that pop into their head is dedicated. Dedicated to wrestling, dedicated to Action Packed Wrestling. We could get rid of all the championships, erase all accolades, start fresh with nothing on the line night after night and I would still walk that aisle. I would still carry the banner of APW with me, and perform the sport made for me by God. That's what I hope my Legacy is, to be remembered as a die hard, balls to the walls wrestler for APW, simple as that!!
The journalist shakes his head party surprised by my answer.
Dave: Honestly I would have expected something a bit more arrogant and flashy, but I have to say I love your answer. Well in closing where do you see yourself in this coming year? What plans does Michael Lively have for two thousand and thirteen?
Lively: First and foremost I will convince A.C. Smith to grant me a rematch, it's happening you can count on that. After I get my match, and drag him back to reality by letting him fall to the JESUS, who knows. Let's see I'm sure there will be a championship belt swinging between my legs again, because it's me naturally, it's bound to happen. Hopefully in this next year I get an opportunity to finish unsettled business as well.
Dave: Which would be?
Lively: Really, you expect me to drop dime on that info...that knowledge right there isn't cheap, and would cost you some CASH if you catch my drift!!
With that I simply flash a shit eating grin toward this guy, who simply smiles in return. I let him know he can spell that last line however he would like in print. He thanks me for my time, we shake some hands, and then we are done. Just in time for me to head out for grappling. The life of a wrestler never ends. Well at least the successful ones like myself.
~Your Future or Mine~
It's about a day away from Overdrive and I realize that I need to cut a promo for the show. My personal camera man is home with his family for some sort of emergency. Let it be known I do have a heart because I paid for this fat bastard to fly home, and I'm still giving him his payroll as if he were here to film my piece. So instead of a technically trained videographer I have a steroid enhanced genetic freak of nature holding a camera my direction looking as if he is about to crush the fucking thing in his massive grip. Sabur gives me a thumbs up to signal we are recording. Standing on the balcony of my hotel room I look out at the sunset.
Lively: What does the future hold? The present becomes the past bringing forth the future. The setting of the sun gives life to the future of the moon. To try and understand the future you must immerse yourself in the past, get a history lesson to make you knowledgable in the present. This can help you prepare for what is to come, the future! People get excited about the future, they look forward to what it offers. I for one don't try to look to far ahead, so I can't contemplate this thing called the future. Yet tomorrow evening in so many ways I come face to face with the future.
I turn around glaring into the camera trapped in the mitts of my friend who holds similarities to a polar bear. White as fuck and beastly as hell.
Lively: Anthony "The Future" Washington. There are those who like to proclaim this their time. They also like to try and point out in some ridiculous fashion that I represent the past, as I stand here in the present just as lethal as I have ever been. So maybe "The Future" of APW will try his hand at that same type of rant. Maybe you will try to build your case on the fact that I'm washed up, a has been, better yet stake your fortune of victory behind the idea that I am some old codger on the verge of social security benefits. Those are all grand concepts that I would like to point out as the past, so if "The Future" wants to be a recycled version of the past then he wouldn't really be much of a "Future" would he? No, more like a present. The facts are real simple Washington, APW just celebrated its fifth year in business. I came to this company as a fresh young talent a month after they opened their doors. I am far from old, anything but washed up. So I suggest you steer clear of these silly notions others try to paint like portraits. I am a deadly son of a bitch inside that ring, you can ask anybody. Thursday night you get that unfortunate pleasure of meeting your "Future" when you engage in your first come to JESUS meeting. No sir it's not like Sunday school with the frilly stories of happiness and prestige. Anthony, the JESUS you are set to meet doesn't turn the other cheek, he tries to drive a fist in either one of yours. The JESUS in this story doesn't turn water into wine, he spills blood for fun all in the name of impressing his one true love. His mistress, APW!!
I turn around once more looking at the sun drop off in the horizon.
Lively: Your "Future" looks to be grim. I am fully prepared to add another win to my record at your expense. I hear you are a talented man with an ego to match. That is nice, because some would say the same thing about me as well. Overdrive will be the test where push comes to shove. Can you handle a living legend Anthony? They don't call you a legend without first earning that title. Frankly the title you have bestowed upon yourself seems unfit, unworthy, and better yet untested. Thursday night "The Future" gets tested, it gets defined!! Will you become the "Future" of APW, the "Future" of the fast food industry? Or will your face simply just be the "Future" resting place for my heavenly balls? Only time will tell. The only guarantee that can be given in tomorrow's "Future" is that we will both lace up our boots, you will enter MY ring. I will treat you like an intruder invading my home, there will be no warning shot...it's kill or be killed Washington. Are you ready to die for this shit? I go for broke night after night, and I'm not quite sure you are ready for the "Future" management has in store for you. The big leagues aren't for everyone sunshine, don't worry we are all fully qualified to give you the Heimlich maneuver when you surely choke. Question is when will you choke? I'm betting when I shove my large balls down your throat tomorrow night that I was right, and with a mouth full of my nuts I don't think anyone will give a fuck about what comes out of your mouth from this point on.
With that I turn toward the camera smiling big while our stretching my arms in the I am JESUS pose.
Lively: Open wide!!!
