Post by Your JESUS on Apr 2, 2013 19:48:56 GMT -4
~About Twenty Minutes After~
The biggest show of the year continues on out in the arena, as my night comes to a close. My mandatory once over by the medical staff is being performed. The match, Xtreme to say the least. It was a brutal free for all, and probably the most fun I have had in quite some time. Despite my new war wounds that this medically trained individual is gluing shut my mind is rather calm. The gentleman asks me how I'm doing as I smile and just nod. Suddenly I just can't take it anymore, I shove the guy off.
Lively: I'm good, seriously!!!
Sabur who came to check on me just seconds ago looks concerned and grabs me by the arm.
Sabur: Mike what's up?
I rip my arm from the mass of muscle beefier responding.
Lively: I just have unsettled business!
His eyes roll as I turn away on a mission. Sabur decides it's best to tag along. My pace vigorous as I turn a corner. Security standing in the hall sees me bolting with a feverish pace. The location of which I am heading has everyone on edge. They barricade themselves in my path as Sabur charges by my side ready to level the men. I hold out my arm to stop my loyal friends ride or die mentality, and looks calmly toward security.
Lively: Seriously, I'm going in, and you really aren't needed. There isn't going to be any trouble.
I shoot them a look of complete honesty and surprisingly it worked. They parted as if my name were Mosses and I had a nation of Jews lined up at my back. As the men in black shirts part I look toward the name on the locker room door. Xtreme Champion A.C. Smith. A small smirk grows in the corner of my mouth as I twist the handle on the door and barge right in.
Smith's buddies Bobby and Stevie quickly jump up ready to go to war just like Sabur was seconds ago. My hand goes up to try and calm what seems to be a volatile situation.
Lively: Listen, I'm not here to start shit, just need to talk to you Smith. Security is right outside ready and willing to break up a tussle, but that's honestly not what I came here to do.
Smith cracks his neck to the left and then toward the right before standing from his chair, placing the belt on the seat behind him. Who knew me stealing his title would make him so paranoid? None the less he seems willing to hear what I have to say as his goons back off. What a scene, while the crowd is entertained in the arena, fireworks could very possibly go off backstage where no one is there to witness. Me flanked by Sabur whose fists are clenched and his face snarled like an attack dog ready to rip into meat. Smith with his trusted guardians and a boat load of security ready to file into the room at any second if a mother fucker even sneezes too loud. What an atmosphere I can create. After a second goes by I receive the nod from the champ that he's open to hear me out, so I start in with what I came to say.
Lively: You and I philosophically couldn't be more of polar opposites, that is no surprise. Just like the fact that we will never see eye to eye. I had a mission in mind for tonight, a plan to expose frauds and people unworthy of the spotlight. I chose to play the role of the filter for the main event. I'm sure the fans will say I failed in my mission. I would beg to differ!!
Smith shakes his head, tired of the unending barrage of bullshit I keep pointing his direction.
Lively: Gooch didn't make it through the filter, but you did...
Smith's eye brows raise by the shocking statement I just let loose. I'm sure people expected more arrogance from me, but I'm calling it the way I see it right now.
Lively: Honestly I thought you didn't have what it took, didn't think you could carry the burden of APW's spotlight. Where I was right in my opinion on Gooch, I was wrong about you...
I then reach my hand out to give credit where credit is due. Smith hesitates for a second and then shakes my hand as Sabur and Smith's guys all tense up. Nothing happens as Smith pats me on the shoulder as we release the handshake.
Lively: Where APW can go so wrong with talent, they got it right with you Smith!!
With that statement I turn to walk out of the room I just sent into shock. I step through the door way looking at security who all still seem on edge. Seeing them makes me pause briefly. Now I just told Smith how I felt, let him know that despite me never getting along with him, I believe he is destined for success. All of these things I honestly believe, but being the asshole that I am, I just can't leave well enough alone. I have to plant that seed in his head that maybe just maybe it was bullshit. I mean I have a reputation to uphold around here.so I turn back toward Smith who still seems taken back by the nod I just passed his way.
Lively: Just because I have you a little respect Smith doesn't change a thing. You may be something special but you will never achieve what I have, you will never be better then me!!! And if you cross my path again in the future don't think for a second I wouldn't spit in your fucking face!!!
Security jumps into action as I lung forward to head back into the locker room. Smith unphased by my words doesn't even move. He just gives me a look as if he knows exactly what I am doing right now. With that I calm down as security forms a wall in between myself and Smith's locker room. I pat Sabur on the shoulder as if it's cool to head out. I roll my head around trying to loosen my neck. We turn the corner, and to my surprise there is President Jeff standing outside my locker room.
Jeff: Lively, got a second?
Lively: Yeah, do you? You are the one with a match in a little bit.
Jeff opens the door and we all head in to discuss what ever it is he wishes to discuss with me.
Jeff: So remember that request you discussed with me before...
~One For The Road~
Sabur: Dude, you still haven't told me what Jeff wanted to talk to you about.
Lively: You know I guess it's cool to spill the beans.
Sabur gives that look a friend gives when they can't believe you have kept something from them for too long.
Lively: Sadly this next Overdrive...
I let the silence breathe a bit, I have found it makes that suspense build.
Lively: Is my last match.
Sabur: WHAT?
Lively: Yeah, it's...
Sabur: I can't believe you are hanging it up. More importantly I can't believe you didn't discuss it with me. We are supposed to be friends, you talk things like this out with friends.
Sabur rubs his hands over his short buzz cut hair trying to process what he seems to be struggling with. I try to get in a word once more, but it seems my meat head has quite a bit to say right now.
Sabur: After all we have been through. We broke into the business together, trained together, I got you the tryout with APW. The up's the downs...and this is it. I mean these last several months have been amazing, just can't believe the sun is setting.
Lively: Jesus Christ you sappy bastard if you would shut your cock target for a second and let me finish!! It's my last match on Overdrive!!!
Relief overwhelms the muscle bound big man's face as he realizes that he cut me off before I could finish.
Lively: That request I had about the opportunity to fulfill the impossible, well it just became possible.
Sabur: Nice, we are heading to Asylum!!!
Lively: Yes we are! Jeff said the roster changes were getting announced today.
Sabur: Oh yeah who all is moving around.
Lively: Not sure, don't care. All I know is that Asylum has the Tapout Title, the Suicidal Title, and the World title, three missing pieces to complete my puzzle otherwise known as the HOLY GRAIL!!!
Sabur seems happy for me knowing this goal is something we discussed and since my trade to Overdrive awhile back, seems to have been put on the back burner. Well after receiving the news that I'm getting admitted to the Looney Bin known as Asylum, I have grabbed the pan by the handle and moved this bitch front and center. My goals are clear, what my intentions are have been publicly stated, and now that the news will be broadcast, there should be three champions a little anxious that a motivated Michael Lively is coming their direction.
Sabur: So who you facing on Overdrive?
Lively: It seems as a send off Jeff tossed me a bone, he is giving me one for the road so to speak.
Sabur: Oh yeah.
Lively: Yes I will be tunning up thee old Sweet Uterus Music!
Sabur: No!
Lively: Yep, The Woman Hater gets a farewell match on Overdrive. These fans get the privilege to witness a Cootch Kick, the Cunt Punt, The Chicken Kickin', The Clam Slam, The Box Drop, The Beaver Cleaver!!!
Sabur: What the fuck?
Lively: Yep The Roast Beef Bash, The Sausage Wallet Wallop, a Whisker Biscuit Beatdown, the Pocket Pie Punch, a Pink Portal Plancha, the old Stink Waffle Shuffle...
Sabur: I get it, ok...at some point in the match you plan on kicking, or hitting the woman in her Bacon Hole.
Lively: Haha, I like it.
Sabur: Thanks, I can keep up with you a little bit. So who are you facing?
Lively: Amy Zing!
Sabur: Oooh...she's pretty fucking legit.
Lively: Should I back hand the shit out of you?
Sabur: What?
Lively: You think I need to tremble because some broad with a Fish Mitten decided to lace up a pair of wrestling boots? I swear I live for moments like this, moments where I get to be that chauvinist asshole I naturally seem to be. In doing so I also get to dispel of yet another flash in the pan that the promoters here have their fingers crossed about with dollar signs in their eyes. Lets face it, they back these women for simple demographics.
Sabur nods his head as if he agrees with me when I know full well he really thinks I should at least take her more serious then I seem to. What I project outward is a little different then what resides inside right now. My encounter with one Aubrey J. Parker in the not so distant past has given me enough reason to believe the new bread of female wrestler is not to be taken lightly. With that knowledge planted firmly in my thought process, it doesn't change the fact that as an outward projection I will refer to the female species as nothing more then the sweat beneath my balls.
Lively: They dress these bitches in fancy clothes with sparkly rhinestones, fringe, and gobs of makeup. They set aside prime TV time for these inferior females with one goal in mind, so the teenage girls, and young women that watch our product can dump money into immolating and supporting the Chick Power Movement. Hold on I almost threw up!!
Sabur chuckles a bit while shaking his head. Honestly I am fully aware of this Chinese sensation, and my big friend here will never know it. I refuse to give off any impression that I have game planed this match. Sabur, Amy Zing and the fans...they can think I'm just walking blindly into this match hoping for the best.
That couldn't be further from the truth. This high flyer is a ball of energy, and I will have to neutralize that first and foremost. I will have to dictate the pace of this match. My cardio is second to none, but I have a feeling hers is something closely similar. I will take her out of her element. I plan on targeting one of her scamper sticks as the first portion of assault. With a bad wheel propping her up, her speed, her explosion, and that aerial attack will greatly suffer. like a wild animal i thrive on my preys suffering. The chess master that I am, will slowly start to bring the pain in increments, not to overdue it. I want her fully aware of the craftsmanship I possess when inside that ring. This match is one for the road indeed and I plan on it being Overdrive's parting gift as I sail off to greatness.
Lively: Sabur it will be a walk in the park, just a guy taking his bitch for a stroll. Zing plays the part of the female mutt and I will be the Master holding control of her leash.
~House Show Footage~
The crowd quiet as a weird image hits the Mega-Tron followed by unfamiliar music.
What seems to be a Ninja walks down the entrance ramp, dressed in red. The crowd unsure what to make of it sits in silence waiting to see what unfolds. The Ninja slides into the ring whipping his arms back and forth before performing a Crane kick as if this assassin trained under Daniel-Son himself.
The lights in the arena raise as the ninja stands in the center of the ring with his hands at his side. Still unsure what the hell is going on the crowd begins to stir. Just as they do the ninja rips off his mask and whips his arms out in the I am JESUS pose generating heat from the crowd. The identity of the Red Ninja is none other then "The Hottest Shit Going" Michael Lively, and he pulls a microphone from his waist band with a grin on his face.
Lively: You people weren't sure what was going on we're you? I know most of you were like "seriously not another Hong Kong reject". Thankfully you can all rest easy knowing I am as AMYZING as they come, but not from China. No, I am one hundred percent American made, from the bright skies of Fort Lauderdale Florida.
The camera angle switches as does Lively's stance. The Grand Slam Champion leans forward resting his arms on the ropes as he leans into the camera.
Lively: Let's be honest though, it's not where you are from that really counts is it. Great things are made here in the U.S., and equally great products come from the slave labored villages of China as well. High quality athletes like myself are made here in good old America... And up and coming phenom's like Amy Zing immigrate from China. This coming Overdrive I face this new Megastar as my last match on Thursday nights. It's not about where we are made, it's how we are made that will make the difference.
With that profound and bold statement Lively again changes his view looking at another camera this time backing to the center of the ring.
Lively: It's no secret to the world that I am Championship bred, built to last and history will show that I taking a licking and keep on ticking. Don't mistake that statement for foolish ones others would have you believe to be truth about me. People like Terry Marvin, Level One or A.C. Smith like to point a finger to me as if I am Wrestling's past. The hypocrisy of these men when they all boast about the lengthy careers in this business. Take Smith for instance, bragging about eleven plus years, to my six years, two of which I spent sidelined with an injury. Four solid years in this business and I have done more then Smith could of every dreamed. Has Terry Marvin won every championship that I have? Has Level One captured Grand Slam status?
Lively seems to be screaming toward the crowd, most of which shower hatred right back at him.
Lively: No...none of these men have. The point being that my pedigree is like nothing ever seen before. Amy Zing, made in Hong Kong...it is too early to know if you have the quality to last. You have yet to be tested for durability according to MY standards of success. The most notable thing I could find about you is a failed attempt to become North American champion. Should I mention that I held that championship as well? Nah, that's probably not necessary. Me holding that title and you not doesn't mean I am guaranteed victory over you. The fact that I am a man and you are a woman shouldn't make a difference either. You pose a threat as does any one I step in the ring with. You are fully capable to capture a victory over me, but I really don't see that happening sweet heart. I plan on grinding you out, wearing you down inside that ring. You might have something special about you, you may have qualities similar to a future star, but when you enter the ring opposite the JESUS, you will be forced to earn your stripes. I plan on cracking the whip that violently leaves those stripes behind.
The Grand Slam champion smiles with pleasure.
Lively: You see I am going to enjoy this match, going to take pleasure in dissecting you in your Overdrive debut piece by piece. I'm going to revel in the welcome that I painfully offer to you. The crowd will be on your side. They will chant your name, pop when you go on the offense. Each move that you find success in will be a celebration for these retarded idiots...
Lively points toward the crowd as they hurl insults his direction.
Lively: Sadly none of it will be enough.
Lively then pulls out the Playboy magazine that Amy Zing graced the cover of from his ninja suit waist band. They guy flips to the centerfold turning the magazine sideways with a perverted look on his face before continuing.
Lively: My bucket list of goals is full of things I wish to accomplish. FUCK A PLAYBOY PLAYMATE just happens to be a few lines down on my list, and it seems Thursday night I can scratch that off the list.
The crowd boos Lively's declaration and the man tosses the magazine to the crowd before stepping toward a camera intensely starring it down.
Lively: It won't be in the traditional sense that I had maybe hoped, but don't mistake me...it will be a Modern Day Fucking!!! You will wake up the next day sore, wore down and full of regret! The decimation I will hand out will leave you feeling dirty, full of shame and in need of a shower. I'm not here to sweetly and romantically caress you and give you a night to live up to your dreams. I am here to violently pound away at you you until I bust my nut, that comes in the form of leaving you trembling in the corner after my aggressive assault. Trust me when I say this Amy, I am that guy that will broadcast our affair. I will be the one to tell anyone who listens, that I Michael Lively popped your cherry!!! I will gladly exit the ring with proverbial blood on my dick heading into my next chapter as I get admitted into APW's Asylum!!! Welcome to Overdrive little lady, Welcome!!!
With that Michael Lively moves his hands in a few ninja like moves before grabbing his balls and spitting on the camera lens capturing his image. The man dressed in red slides out of the ring and arrogantly exits the arena.
The biggest show of the year continues on out in the arena, as my night comes to a close. My mandatory once over by the medical staff is being performed. The match, Xtreme to say the least. It was a brutal free for all, and probably the most fun I have had in quite some time. Despite my new war wounds that this medically trained individual is gluing shut my mind is rather calm. The gentleman asks me how I'm doing as I smile and just nod. Suddenly I just can't take it anymore, I shove the guy off.
Lively: I'm good, seriously!!!
Sabur who came to check on me just seconds ago looks concerned and grabs me by the arm.
Sabur: Mike what's up?
I rip my arm from the mass of muscle beefier responding.
Lively: I just have unsettled business!
His eyes roll as I turn away on a mission. Sabur decides it's best to tag along. My pace vigorous as I turn a corner. Security standing in the hall sees me bolting with a feverish pace. The location of which I am heading has everyone on edge. They barricade themselves in my path as Sabur charges by my side ready to level the men. I hold out my arm to stop my loyal friends ride or die mentality, and looks calmly toward security.
Lively: Seriously, I'm going in, and you really aren't needed. There isn't going to be any trouble.
I shoot them a look of complete honesty and surprisingly it worked. They parted as if my name were Mosses and I had a nation of Jews lined up at my back. As the men in black shirts part I look toward the name on the locker room door. Xtreme Champion A.C. Smith. A small smirk grows in the corner of my mouth as I twist the handle on the door and barge right in.
Smith's buddies Bobby and Stevie quickly jump up ready to go to war just like Sabur was seconds ago. My hand goes up to try and calm what seems to be a volatile situation.
Lively: Listen, I'm not here to start shit, just need to talk to you Smith. Security is right outside ready and willing to break up a tussle, but that's honestly not what I came here to do.
Smith cracks his neck to the left and then toward the right before standing from his chair, placing the belt on the seat behind him. Who knew me stealing his title would make him so paranoid? None the less he seems willing to hear what I have to say as his goons back off. What a scene, while the crowd is entertained in the arena, fireworks could very possibly go off backstage where no one is there to witness. Me flanked by Sabur whose fists are clenched and his face snarled like an attack dog ready to rip into meat. Smith with his trusted guardians and a boat load of security ready to file into the room at any second if a mother fucker even sneezes too loud. What an atmosphere I can create. After a second goes by I receive the nod from the champ that he's open to hear me out, so I start in with what I came to say.
Lively: You and I philosophically couldn't be more of polar opposites, that is no surprise. Just like the fact that we will never see eye to eye. I had a mission in mind for tonight, a plan to expose frauds and people unworthy of the spotlight. I chose to play the role of the filter for the main event. I'm sure the fans will say I failed in my mission. I would beg to differ!!
Smith shakes his head, tired of the unending barrage of bullshit I keep pointing his direction.
Lively: Gooch didn't make it through the filter, but you did...
Smith's eye brows raise by the shocking statement I just let loose. I'm sure people expected more arrogance from me, but I'm calling it the way I see it right now.
Lively: Honestly I thought you didn't have what it took, didn't think you could carry the burden of APW's spotlight. Where I was right in my opinion on Gooch, I was wrong about you...
I then reach my hand out to give credit where credit is due. Smith hesitates for a second and then shakes my hand as Sabur and Smith's guys all tense up. Nothing happens as Smith pats me on the shoulder as we release the handshake.
Lively: Where APW can go so wrong with talent, they got it right with you Smith!!
With that statement I turn to walk out of the room I just sent into shock. I step through the door way looking at security who all still seem on edge. Seeing them makes me pause briefly. Now I just told Smith how I felt, let him know that despite me never getting along with him, I believe he is destined for success. All of these things I honestly believe, but being the asshole that I am, I just can't leave well enough alone. I have to plant that seed in his head that maybe just maybe it was bullshit. I mean I have a reputation to uphold around here.so I turn back toward Smith who still seems taken back by the nod I just passed his way.
Lively: Just because I have you a little respect Smith doesn't change a thing. You may be something special but you will never achieve what I have, you will never be better then me!!! And if you cross my path again in the future don't think for a second I wouldn't spit in your fucking face!!!
Security jumps into action as I lung forward to head back into the locker room. Smith unphased by my words doesn't even move. He just gives me a look as if he knows exactly what I am doing right now. With that I calm down as security forms a wall in between myself and Smith's locker room. I pat Sabur on the shoulder as if it's cool to head out. I roll my head around trying to loosen my neck. We turn the corner, and to my surprise there is President Jeff standing outside my locker room.
Jeff: Lively, got a second?
Lively: Yeah, do you? You are the one with a match in a little bit.
Jeff opens the door and we all head in to discuss what ever it is he wishes to discuss with me.
Jeff: So remember that request you discussed with me before...
~One For The Road~
Sabur: Dude, you still haven't told me what Jeff wanted to talk to you about.
Lively: You know I guess it's cool to spill the beans.
Sabur gives that look a friend gives when they can't believe you have kept something from them for too long.
Lively: Sadly this next Overdrive...
I let the silence breathe a bit, I have found it makes that suspense build.
Lively: Is my last match.
Sabur: WHAT?
Lively: Yeah, it's...
Sabur: I can't believe you are hanging it up. More importantly I can't believe you didn't discuss it with me. We are supposed to be friends, you talk things like this out with friends.
Sabur rubs his hands over his short buzz cut hair trying to process what he seems to be struggling with. I try to get in a word once more, but it seems my meat head has quite a bit to say right now.
Sabur: After all we have been through. We broke into the business together, trained together, I got you the tryout with APW. The up's the downs...and this is it. I mean these last several months have been amazing, just can't believe the sun is setting.
Lively: Jesus Christ you sappy bastard if you would shut your cock target for a second and let me finish!! It's my last match on Overdrive!!!
Relief overwhelms the muscle bound big man's face as he realizes that he cut me off before I could finish.
Lively: That request I had about the opportunity to fulfill the impossible, well it just became possible.
Sabur: Nice, we are heading to Asylum!!!
Lively: Yes we are! Jeff said the roster changes were getting announced today.
Sabur: Oh yeah who all is moving around.
Lively: Not sure, don't care. All I know is that Asylum has the Tapout Title, the Suicidal Title, and the World title, three missing pieces to complete my puzzle otherwise known as the HOLY GRAIL!!!
Sabur seems happy for me knowing this goal is something we discussed and since my trade to Overdrive awhile back, seems to have been put on the back burner. Well after receiving the news that I'm getting admitted to the Looney Bin known as Asylum, I have grabbed the pan by the handle and moved this bitch front and center. My goals are clear, what my intentions are have been publicly stated, and now that the news will be broadcast, there should be three champions a little anxious that a motivated Michael Lively is coming their direction.
Sabur: So who you facing on Overdrive?
Lively: It seems as a send off Jeff tossed me a bone, he is giving me one for the road so to speak.
Sabur: Oh yeah.
Lively: Yes I will be tunning up thee old Sweet Uterus Music!
Sabur: No!
Lively: Yep, The Woman Hater gets a farewell match on Overdrive. These fans get the privilege to witness a Cootch Kick, the Cunt Punt, The Chicken Kickin', The Clam Slam, The Box Drop, The Beaver Cleaver!!!
Sabur: What the fuck?
Lively: Yep The Roast Beef Bash, The Sausage Wallet Wallop, a Whisker Biscuit Beatdown, the Pocket Pie Punch, a Pink Portal Plancha, the old Stink Waffle Shuffle...
Sabur: I get it, ok...at some point in the match you plan on kicking, or hitting the woman in her Bacon Hole.
Lively: Haha, I like it.
Sabur: Thanks, I can keep up with you a little bit. So who are you facing?
Lively: Amy Zing!
Sabur: Oooh...she's pretty fucking legit.
Lively: Should I back hand the shit out of you?
Sabur: What?
Lively: You think I need to tremble because some broad with a Fish Mitten decided to lace up a pair of wrestling boots? I swear I live for moments like this, moments where I get to be that chauvinist asshole I naturally seem to be. In doing so I also get to dispel of yet another flash in the pan that the promoters here have their fingers crossed about with dollar signs in their eyes. Lets face it, they back these women for simple demographics.
Sabur nods his head as if he agrees with me when I know full well he really thinks I should at least take her more serious then I seem to. What I project outward is a little different then what resides inside right now. My encounter with one Aubrey J. Parker in the not so distant past has given me enough reason to believe the new bread of female wrestler is not to be taken lightly. With that knowledge planted firmly in my thought process, it doesn't change the fact that as an outward projection I will refer to the female species as nothing more then the sweat beneath my balls.
Lively: They dress these bitches in fancy clothes with sparkly rhinestones, fringe, and gobs of makeup. They set aside prime TV time for these inferior females with one goal in mind, so the teenage girls, and young women that watch our product can dump money into immolating and supporting the Chick Power Movement. Hold on I almost threw up!!
Sabur chuckles a bit while shaking his head. Honestly I am fully aware of this Chinese sensation, and my big friend here will never know it. I refuse to give off any impression that I have game planed this match. Sabur, Amy Zing and the fans...they can think I'm just walking blindly into this match hoping for the best.
That couldn't be further from the truth. This high flyer is a ball of energy, and I will have to neutralize that first and foremost. I will have to dictate the pace of this match. My cardio is second to none, but I have a feeling hers is something closely similar. I will take her out of her element. I plan on targeting one of her scamper sticks as the first portion of assault. With a bad wheel propping her up, her speed, her explosion, and that aerial attack will greatly suffer. like a wild animal i thrive on my preys suffering. The chess master that I am, will slowly start to bring the pain in increments, not to overdue it. I want her fully aware of the craftsmanship I possess when inside that ring. This match is one for the road indeed and I plan on it being Overdrive's parting gift as I sail off to greatness.
Lively: Sabur it will be a walk in the park, just a guy taking his bitch for a stroll. Zing plays the part of the female mutt and I will be the Master holding control of her leash.
~House Show Footage~
The crowd quiet as a weird image hits the Mega-Tron followed by unfamiliar music.
What seems to be a Ninja walks down the entrance ramp, dressed in red. The crowd unsure what to make of it sits in silence waiting to see what unfolds. The Ninja slides into the ring whipping his arms back and forth before performing a Crane kick as if this assassin trained under Daniel-Son himself.
The lights in the arena raise as the ninja stands in the center of the ring with his hands at his side. Still unsure what the hell is going on the crowd begins to stir. Just as they do the ninja rips off his mask and whips his arms out in the I am JESUS pose generating heat from the crowd. The identity of the Red Ninja is none other then "The Hottest Shit Going" Michael Lively, and he pulls a microphone from his waist band with a grin on his face.
Lively: You people weren't sure what was going on we're you? I know most of you were like "seriously not another Hong Kong reject". Thankfully you can all rest easy knowing I am as AMYZING as they come, but not from China. No, I am one hundred percent American made, from the bright skies of Fort Lauderdale Florida.
The camera angle switches as does Lively's stance. The Grand Slam Champion leans forward resting his arms on the ropes as he leans into the camera.
Lively: Let's be honest though, it's not where you are from that really counts is it. Great things are made here in the U.S., and equally great products come from the slave labored villages of China as well. High quality athletes like myself are made here in good old America... And up and coming phenom's like Amy Zing immigrate from China. This coming Overdrive I face this new Megastar as my last match on Thursday nights. It's not about where we are made, it's how we are made that will make the difference.
With that profound and bold statement Lively again changes his view looking at another camera this time backing to the center of the ring.
Lively: It's no secret to the world that I am Championship bred, built to last and history will show that I taking a licking and keep on ticking. Don't mistake that statement for foolish ones others would have you believe to be truth about me. People like Terry Marvin, Level One or A.C. Smith like to point a finger to me as if I am Wrestling's past. The hypocrisy of these men when they all boast about the lengthy careers in this business. Take Smith for instance, bragging about eleven plus years, to my six years, two of which I spent sidelined with an injury. Four solid years in this business and I have done more then Smith could of every dreamed. Has Terry Marvin won every championship that I have? Has Level One captured Grand Slam status?
Lively seems to be screaming toward the crowd, most of which shower hatred right back at him.
Lively: No...none of these men have. The point being that my pedigree is like nothing ever seen before. Amy Zing, made in Hong Kong...it is too early to know if you have the quality to last. You have yet to be tested for durability according to MY standards of success. The most notable thing I could find about you is a failed attempt to become North American champion. Should I mention that I held that championship as well? Nah, that's probably not necessary. Me holding that title and you not doesn't mean I am guaranteed victory over you. The fact that I am a man and you are a woman shouldn't make a difference either. You pose a threat as does any one I step in the ring with. You are fully capable to capture a victory over me, but I really don't see that happening sweet heart. I plan on grinding you out, wearing you down inside that ring. You might have something special about you, you may have qualities similar to a future star, but when you enter the ring opposite the JESUS, you will be forced to earn your stripes. I plan on cracking the whip that violently leaves those stripes behind.
The Grand Slam champion smiles with pleasure.
Lively: You see I am going to enjoy this match, going to take pleasure in dissecting you in your Overdrive debut piece by piece. I'm going to revel in the welcome that I painfully offer to you. The crowd will be on your side. They will chant your name, pop when you go on the offense. Each move that you find success in will be a celebration for these retarded idiots...
Lively points toward the crowd as they hurl insults his direction.
Lively: Sadly none of it will be enough.
Lively then pulls out the Playboy magazine that Amy Zing graced the cover of from his ninja suit waist band. They guy flips to the centerfold turning the magazine sideways with a perverted look on his face before continuing.
Lively: My bucket list of goals is full of things I wish to accomplish. FUCK A PLAYBOY PLAYMATE just happens to be a few lines down on my list, and it seems Thursday night I can scratch that off the list.
The crowd boos Lively's declaration and the man tosses the magazine to the crowd before stepping toward a camera intensely starring it down.
Lively: It won't be in the traditional sense that I had maybe hoped, but don't mistake me...it will be a Modern Day Fucking!!! You will wake up the next day sore, wore down and full of regret! The decimation I will hand out will leave you feeling dirty, full of shame and in need of a shower. I'm not here to sweetly and romantically caress you and give you a night to live up to your dreams. I am here to violently pound away at you you until I bust my nut, that comes in the form of leaving you trembling in the corner after my aggressive assault. Trust me when I say this Amy, I am that guy that will broadcast our affair. I will be the one to tell anyone who listens, that I Michael Lively popped your cherry!!! I will gladly exit the ring with proverbial blood on my dick heading into my next chapter as I get admitted into APW's Asylum!!! Welcome to Overdrive little lady, Welcome!!!
With that Michael Lively moves his hands in a few ninja like moves before grabbing his balls and spitting on the camera lens capturing his image. The man dressed in red slides out of the ring and arrogantly exits the arena.
