Post by Your JESUS on May 1, 2013 23:12:58 GMT -4
~A Punishment For Someone?~
It's been no huge secret that I employ some of the most ruthless and aggressive lawyers in North America. With antics like mine it has been a smart investment over the years, not to mention helped tremendously in my business dealings with Action Packed Wrestling. Despite having a pack of Pit bulls as my legal defense, they still can't counter act everything. From time to time my outlandish behavior can far exceed the capabilities of the best legal minds in the United States. It seems somewhere in these travels of wrestling I must of done something to a woman that my legal council couldn't just sweep under the rug, or someone fucked up somehow? This mishap forced me to scribble my John Hancock on a check and settle with this inferior scrap of human flesh that society recognizes as a female. At that point in time when advised the outcome, I thought I could close the book on that portion of my story, ah again I was mistaken. If you were there when I received the call it would have been quite entertaining and somewhat fulfilling for your average Lively hater.
"What do you mean the Judge decided? It's my pattern of behavior, and I have to learn a lesson? Let me tell you what else is a pattern of my behavior, paying your retainer!!! Since I'm in store for changes so are you my friend so are you!! What? No it's not a threat, I'm just simply done. How do they say it in sports...there's a team out there for you kid, just not this one. Keep plugging away at your dreams and good luck....or as I love to say, FUCK YOU YOUR FIRED!!!"
That was the day some promising young law graduate that was lucky enough to have joined my legal team got his entire world rocked and forever will have a Foul outlook on the business in which I make my living. That was also the day the courts deemed me as a Habitual Woman Abuser with Anger Issues and appointed me a female psychologist. Calm yourself, I laughed almost as hard as you just did. Thankfully my legal dream team got me a different shrink with a package between his legs, and rearranged the scheduling of these fancy little meetings. You see it would be very expensive for me to fly home for every one of these court mandated visitations, but even more inconvenient. So I settled on the fact that this physiologist can be flown to my location at my will, and today just so happens to be our first introduction toward one another.
For this, I timed the encounter when both Kash and Reaver were out with promotional responsibilities. I needed my space. I sit in our recently cleaned luxury suite, who knew those two engaged in such sloppy shenanigans. That reminds me I had better leave a fat tip for the house keeping staff after the slop fest this place has been recently. So with negative connotations built up about this court ordered treatment I hear the knock at the door. Reluctantly I get up and open the door. We exchange formalities and I show him to the living room area of these fancy accomadations . Dead center of the room is a couch and a chair that I already have prepared, and I offer him a seat while laying down on the couch.
Lively: This how this works right you sit over me like some greater power and I am supposed to ramble on about things almost working out my own problems out loud while you collect a check, feed your ego and basically take credit for something you really have no control of?
Instantly this changes the tone of the room, as the self professed Doctor snickers at me as if he is so smart.
Doc: So Psychiatry doesn't help any one?
Lively: This isn't really going to work out real well if you only answer my question with a question, hence you prove my point even further.
I sit up from the couch looking rather annoyed that I am even being forced to stomach the ramblings of such a joke of a profession.
Doc: Maybe it would go better if you just let me ask the questions then? It is you that needs me right?
Not to be out done I respond.
Lively: Or is it you that needs payment from me, you that jumped at the opportunity to be flown to Brazil for a high profile client? The only thing I need is this process to run it's course, a signature of sorts on a paper for the courts, and honestly there are plenty of names capable of fulfilling that task, could it be yours was just close to the top due to alphabetical organization?
None too pleased this guy ponders my question and it seems what I offer forth like in most cases is simple truth.
Doc: So what then, we just sit here? You have serious issues according to the court!!
I laugh at this mans statement.
Lively: Sitting here might be the brightest thing that will ever leave your mouth. As for serious issues, I don't see myself as having issues.
Doc: What? Let me just ask you one question then?
I take a deep breath and motion for him to go ahead.
Doc: Do you really think of yourself as the son of God?
I stare at this guy as silence floods the room.
Lively: Hahaha do you honestly believe, that I believe that I am the son of God, the savior of humanity?
Again more silence.
Lively: Well I do!!!
This time the Doc shakes his head as if proving to me that he is needed. I stop him in his tracks.
Lively: Damn you are a gullible son of a bitch aren't you. Let me tell you this, I fancy myself in a comparative fashion to the son of God as it relates to my industry. I look at my self as the Savior of Wrestling, more so the Savior of Asylum, for that I refer to myself as the JESUS in nothing more then an egotistical manor. As a Christian I would be crazy if I truly thought of myself as the Real Jesus.
The shrink looks puzzled toward me.
Doc: Did you just say you are Christian?
I nod my head yes toward the man.
Doc: Then isn't what you are doing in your portrayal a mockery.
I twist my neck looking for him to elaborate and just as he opens his mouth I arrogantly cut him off.
Lively: Are you naive? Is a kid of hispanic decent named Jesus mocking the son of God? You know what I can't even discuss this with you, you obviously are clueless.
This Psychologist smiles as if willing to end the topic of discussion, but the look in his eyes tells me he feels like this revelation has triggered something in his training to diagnose me with as if I were a car that can simply be mechanically figured out.
Doc: Fine we will set the mockery aside, and lets address the real reason we are meeting...your hatred for women!!
I fold my arms with a smirk and great anticipation for what he has to say next.
Doc: After looking at your file, and this brief discussion, I have a notion that you are in fact secretly gay, thus your aggression toward women is in response to you not being able to act on your true nature in part from your religious restraints.
I sit quietly for a moment almost stunned that this is really what he offered up. I honestly thought this guy was smarter then this, and would have given me something better, instead let me grab my baseball bat and knock this meatball fast pitch over the fence.
Lively: First off let me say I am not gay, and don't give me the look like I am not comfortable enough to admit it. If I were gay I would be the most outrageous homosexual this world has ever seen. Jacking Dicks and licking Pricks. Anyway, I don't believe or agree with being gay, now again don't instantly jump to the conclusion that I hate gays either alright Doc? They are fine by me!!
Doc: What if I were to show you that in your religions Bible and beliefs that being Gay isn't necessarily a Sin, and can contradict such belief?
I shake my head.
Lively: You can pull out what ever Bible you wish, ramble on about anything you would like, but that would just be a waste of both our times and again prove you to be simply wrong once more.
Doc: What, how?
Lively: Because you are assuming I base my opinions on whether Gay is right or wrong in my own mind on my religious tendencies. Wring, I solely base them upon nature.
Doc: There is homosexuality in nature...
Lively: I knew that was coming, listen are we having a discussion of thoughts or a debate? Because you keep trying to put your finger on me in an attempt to figure me out, and now it also seems like you wish to disprove or change my mind set.
The Doctors face eases a bit as my words rest upon his physique.
Lively: As I was saying MY opinion on Gay, and why I chose not to partake or agree with it is based on nature, and reproduction. If a species was intended to be together it could then reproduce with one another by design, simple as that. If by some chance two Men can reproduce, or two women end up doing the same then I will be open to changing my mindset. Now that I shot down your theory on my women hating tendencies, all while making you feel a little like you overpaid for your college education, what do you got next?
Doc: Well, so then you are saying it's a choice?
Now I stand from the couch a little ticked off.
Lively: You know what bro reload your gun, because you are out of ammo!!! We aren't here to discuss Gay, not gay, my beliefs on the matter. Maybe we can start discussing Political issues next and see how they relate to my aggression toward the opposite sex? People's decisions are their decisions, their beliefs are theirs, mine are mine. A simple agree to disagree mentality the way I view it, and frankly unrelated which leads me to believe you are stretching and we might have picked the wrong guy.
The Doc kind of nods his head as it seems I may have put off a physically threatening vibe.
Doc: Ok, so maybe it's...
I lean forward since I have established Alpha male dominance in the room, and I decide to continue on with it and the power it provides. With my right hand I cover his mouth and start to talk myself.
Lively: Have you thought for one second that I might actually know already why I hate women? Maybe I embrace that hatred, except it, and chose to deal with the repercussions it brings about. No, the smart little Shrink like I said before came in here on his pedestal looking down on me as if you were going to be the magical educated wizard to tame the wild beast that is Michael Lively.
I chuckle toward this man as I release my hand from his mouth. The intensity of my eyes shows the Doc that it's no longer time for him to speak, and that I have the floor.
Lively: Maybe just maybe it's simply because my first influence from a woman was a huge disappointment. Ahhh not a word!!!
I glare at the Psychologist as he looked ready to respond.
Lively: Maybe a few women after my encounters with the bitch that birthed me were just as big of disappointments? Maybe that is not a fair generalization to sum up all women? Lets just say I were to plug in a toaster to three different power outlets and on three separate occasions I got shocked when doing so, I could develop the notion in my mind that I no longer have a desire to plug in a fucking toaster!!! It doesn't mean every outlet will shock me through out life, but I simply have found a way to no longer need a toaster. Now, when I go shopping, eat at a buffet, or enter a luxury suite and I encounter a toaster...I throw the fucking thing on the ground if I so chose, smash it into the wall, throw it out the window...fully aware that I will have to pay for the toaster in some way!!!
The Doc just nervously looks at me as I pace back and forth. My tone very elevated with my boastings. Then I stop walking and look at him as he checks the counter top for a toaster. When he looks back my direction and our eyes meet I give him the best Jack Nicholson set of crazy eyes I have to offer up, and in a whisper I finish my rant.
Lively: Think of the toaster analogy as my out look on women, I don't think it's right, don't care if it's wrong, I have just fully embrace it, and simply just want to world to accept me!!! Maybe even let me have a parade to celebrate what I hold dear in my heart!!!
With that I walk to the bedroom for a moment and come back with a check for the fine Doctor. He nervously grabs it as I hand it over and stands. With his notebook in hand and his outlook on me permanently confused he walks toward the door.
Lively: Great talk Doc!!! Looking forward to our next session!!!
~The Good Stuff~
The camera flickers to life as I sit at the desk in my hotel room. A dim lamp illuminating the papers in front of me. My laptop opened toward my left. My eyes look slightly heavy as if I have been hard at work, and I have been. Finalizing my in ring strategy for one Anthony Bailey. I give the camera a second to run before I speak.
Lively: War, you must study your opponent before engaging in battle. That's what I have been up too this week, looking at your body of work Bailey. I have seen strengths and weaknesses, flaws and things I should really consider dangerous. I have looked over it all, even your championship matches...
I clap my hands almost congratulating the target of which I'm addressing.
Lively: you know what I found most interesting in my studies?
In a flash I violently clear the desk as papers fly and the computer slams on the floor.
Lively: I found none of this matters, we are simple equals. Two men with a particular set of skills, former champions, both with hearts pounding in our chest, wills that refuse to quit, accompanied by bodies that can't help but fail on occasion. We are human, and come Asylum two humans walk to the ring, stand toe to toe. One will rise as the other falls. Truth be told this is our first one on one encounter but hardly our last. Our paths will cross again, we will exchange wins and losses. I however plan on kicking off this new found relationship of sorts in my favor.
I stand at the desk placing my hands palms down as I continue to address my opponent.
Lively: The Promise!! Hahaha I will spare you the silliness of offering one of those toward you. Those are jars I will let you leave empty Mr. Bailey. The thing I will say is this, I give you a chance to be prepared. Look in the mirror young man, look at that pretty face! I will show it no respect, your eyes...if given the opportunity I will scoop those fuckers out with my fingers. Your wrists, I will try to snap off at the joints. Your family jewels, oh bet your ass I will jump at the opportunity to clip your nuts!!! Then in some circles you are nothing more then a useless woman, and that's when I can get really twisted in life. Point is this Anthony, I am willing to play in the mud, have no problems with Foul Play. You couldn't be more of a polar opposite, so this will be very interesting to watch for any one within an eyes shot. You will witness my relentless pressure, you will experience my endless drive to win, and be forced fed the thing that gives me a distinct advantage over you...my lack of moral compass. I'm just wandering around with no fence to hold me back, I will pull out all the stops my friend. No guidelines to stick within. Since studying seems to be relevant as we speak, you go back in history to find out what happens when I lose a match, or get painted into a corner? I fucking come flying out like banshee ripping off scalps, and kicking off dicks!!
I pause for a moment as I turn and sit on the desk almost shocked that I just threatened in a round about way to kick off Anthony Baileys dick. I breath and try to just move past it.
Lively: In most settings of Good versus Evil the people like to think Good prevails. I have my doubts about that, but for arguments sake let me go with that thinking. Anthony Bailey Sunday night Good will prevail alright, and Evil will be pinned down under the boot of the righteous. Calm your excitement Bailey boy, because Asylum goes by the rules of Hell sunshine, and down here things tend to run a little backwards!!! So use your big boy brain and think for a moment...Good guy up there, oh shit...bad guy down here! JESUS up there...you bet your ass, THE DEVIL DOWN HERE!!!
I kick my leg up on the desk as if I were Captain Morgan himself, showing off my boot.
Lively: Your throat will fit perfect my dear boy, absolutely perfect!!!
With that I whip out my arms in the I am JESUS pose.
Lively: I'm coming for those nuts Bailey!!!
I then realize what I said as the camera fades to black.
It's been no huge secret that I employ some of the most ruthless and aggressive lawyers in North America. With antics like mine it has been a smart investment over the years, not to mention helped tremendously in my business dealings with Action Packed Wrestling. Despite having a pack of Pit bulls as my legal defense, they still can't counter act everything. From time to time my outlandish behavior can far exceed the capabilities of the best legal minds in the United States. It seems somewhere in these travels of wrestling I must of done something to a woman that my legal council couldn't just sweep under the rug, or someone fucked up somehow? This mishap forced me to scribble my John Hancock on a check and settle with this inferior scrap of human flesh that society recognizes as a female. At that point in time when advised the outcome, I thought I could close the book on that portion of my story, ah again I was mistaken. If you were there when I received the call it would have been quite entertaining and somewhat fulfilling for your average Lively hater.
"What do you mean the Judge decided? It's my pattern of behavior, and I have to learn a lesson? Let me tell you what else is a pattern of my behavior, paying your retainer!!! Since I'm in store for changes so are you my friend so are you!! What? No it's not a threat, I'm just simply done. How do they say it in sports...there's a team out there for you kid, just not this one. Keep plugging away at your dreams and good luck....or as I love to say, FUCK YOU YOUR FIRED!!!"
That was the day some promising young law graduate that was lucky enough to have joined my legal team got his entire world rocked and forever will have a Foul outlook on the business in which I make my living. That was also the day the courts deemed me as a Habitual Woman Abuser with Anger Issues and appointed me a female psychologist. Calm yourself, I laughed almost as hard as you just did. Thankfully my legal dream team got me a different shrink with a package between his legs, and rearranged the scheduling of these fancy little meetings. You see it would be very expensive for me to fly home for every one of these court mandated visitations, but even more inconvenient. So I settled on the fact that this physiologist can be flown to my location at my will, and today just so happens to be our first introduction toward one another.
For this, I timed the encounter when both Kash and Reaver were out with promotional responsibilities. I needed my space. I sit in our recently cleaned luxury suite, who knew those two engaged in such sloppy shenanigans. That reminds me I had better leave a fat tip for the house keeping staff after the slop fest this place has been recently. So with negative connotations built up about this court ordered treatment I hear the knock at the door. Reluctantly I get up and open the door. We exchange formalities and I show him to the living room area of these fancy accomadations . Dead center of the room is a couch and a chair that I already have prepared, and I offer him a seat while laying down on the couch.
Lively: This how this works right you sit over me like some greater power and I am supposed to ramble on about things almost working out my own problems out loud while you collect a check, feed your ego and basically take credit for something you really have no control of?
Instantly this changes the tone of the room, as the self professed Doctor snickers at me as if he is so smart.
Doc: So Psychiatry doesn't help any one?
Lively: This isn't really going to work out real well if you only answer my question with a question, hence you prove my point even further.
I sit up from the couch looking rather annoyed that I am even being forced to stomach the ramblings of such a joke of a profession.
Doc: Maybe it would go better if you just let me ask the questions then? It is you that needs me right?
Not to be out done I respond.
Lively: Or is it you that needs payment from me, you that jumped at the opportunity to be flown to Brazil for a high profile client? The only thing I need is this process to run it's course, a signature of sorts on a paper for the courts, and honestly there are plenty of names capable of fulfilling that task, could it be yours was just close to the top due to alphabetical organization?
None too pleased this guy ponders my question and it seems what I offer forth like in most cases is simple truth.
Doc: So what then, we just sit here? You have serious issues according to the court!!
I laugh at this mans statement.
Lively: Sitting here might be the brightest thing that will ever leave your mouth. As for serious issues, I don't see myself as having issues.
Doc: What? Let me just ask you one question then?
I take a deep breath and motion for him to go ahead.
Doc: Do you really think of yourself as the son of God?
I stare at this guy as silence floods the room.
Lively: Hahaha do you honestly believe, that I believe that I am the son of God, the savior of humanity?
Again more silence.
Lively: Well I do!!!
This time the Doc shakes his head as if proving to me that he is needed. I stop him in his tracks.
Lively: Damn you are a gullible son of a bitch aren't you. Let me tell you this, I fancy myself in a comparative fashion to the son of God as it relates to my industry. I look at my self as the Savior of Wrestling, more so the Savior of Asylum, for that I refer to myself as the JESUS in nothing more then an egotistical manor. As a Christian I would be crazy if I truly thought of myself as the Real Jesus.
The shrink looks puzzled toward me.
Doc: Did you just say you are Christian?
I nod my head yes toward the man.
Doc: Then isn't what you are doing in your portrayal a mockery.
I twist my neck looking for him to elaborate and just as he opens his mouth I arrogantly cut him off.
Lively: Are you naive? Is a kid of hispanic decent named Jesus mocking the son of God? You know what I can't even discuss this with you, you obviously are clueless.
This Psychologist smiles as if willing to end the topic of discussion, but the look in his eyes tells me he feels like this revelation has triggered something in his training to diagnose me with as if I were a car that can simply be mechanically figured out.
Doc: Fine we will set the mockery aside, and lets address the real reason we are meeting...your hatred for women!!
I fold my arms with a smirk and great anticipation for what he has to say next.
Doc: After looking at your file, and this brief discussion, I have a notion that you are in fact secretly gay, thus your aggression toward women is in response to you not being able to act on your true nature in part from your religious restraints.
I sit quietly for a moment almost stunned that this is really what he offered up. I honestly thought this guy was smarter then this, and would have given me something better, instead let me grab my baseball bat and knock this meatball fast pitch over the fence.
Lively: First off let me say I am not gay, and don't give me the look like I am not comfortable enough to admit it. If I were gay I would be the most outrageous homosexual this world has ever seen. Jacking Dicks and licking Pricks. Anyway, I don't believe or agree with being gay, now again don't instantly jump to the conclusion that I hate gays either alright Doc? They are fine by me!!
Doc: What if I were to show you that in your religions Bible and beliefs that being Gay isn't necessarily a Sin, and can contradict such belief?
I shake my head.
Lively: You can pull out what ever Bible you wish, ramble on about anything you would like, but that would just be a waste of both our times and again prove you to be simply wrong once more.
Doc: What, how?
Lively: Because you are assuming I base my opinions on whether Gay is right or wrong in my own mind on my religious tendencies. Wring, I solely base them upon nature.
Doc: There is homosexuality in nature...
Lively: I knew that was coming, listen are we having a discussion of thoughts or a debate? Because you keep trying to put your finger on me in an attempt to figure me out, and now it also seems like you wish to disprove or change my mind set.
The Doctors face eases a bit as my words rest upon his physique.
Lively: As I was saying MY opinion on Gay, and why I chose not to partake or agree with it is based on nature, and reproduction. If a species was intended to be together it could then reproduce with one another by design, simple as that. If by some chance two Men can reproduce, or two women end up doing the same then I will be open to changing my mindset. Now that I shot down your theory on my women hating tendencies, all while making you feel a little like you overpaid for your college education, what do you got next?
Doc: Well, so then you are saying it's a choice?
Now I stand from the couch a little ticked off.
Lively: You know what bro reload your gun, because you are out of ammo!!! We aren't here to discuss Gay, not gay, my beliefs on the matter. Maybe we can start discussing Political issues next and see how they relate to my aggression toward the opposite sex? People's decisions are their decisions, their beliefs are theirs, mine are mine. A simple agree to disagree mentality the way I view it, and frankly unrelated which leads me to believe you are stretching and we might have picked the wrong guy.
The Doc kind of nods his head as it seems I may have put off a physically threatening vibe.
Doc: Ok, so maybe it's...
I lean forward since I have established Alpha male dominance in the room, and I decide to continue on with it and the power it provides. With my right hand I cover his mouth and start to talk myself.
Lively: Have you thought for one second that I might actually know already why I hate women? Maybe I embrace that hatred, except it, and chose to deal with the repercussions it brings about. No, the smart little Shrink like I said before came in here on his pedestal looking down on me as if you were going to be the magical educated wizard to tame the wild beast that is Michael Lively.
I chuckle toward this man as I release my hand from his mouth. The intensity of my eyes shows the Doc that it's no longer time for him to speak, and that I have the floor.
Lively: Maybe just maybe it's simply because my first influence from a woman was a huge disappointment. Ahhh not a word!!!
I glare at the Psychologist as he looked ready to respond.
Lively: Maybe a few women after my encounters with the bitch that birthed me were just as big of disappointments? Maybe that is not a fair generalization to sum up all women? Lets just say I were to plug in a toaster to three different power outlets and on three separate occasions I got shocked when doing so, I could develop the notion in my mind that I no longer have a desire to plug in a fucking toaster!!! It doesn't mean every outlet will shock me through out life, but I simply have found a way to no longer need a toaster. Now, when I go shopping, eat at a buffet, or enter a luxury suite and I encounter a toaster...I throw the fucking thing on the ground if I so chose, smash it into the wall, throw it out the window...fully aware that I will have to pay for the toaster in some way!!!
The Doc just nervously looks at me as I pace back and forth. My tone very elevated with my boastings. Then I stop walking and look at him as he checks the counter top for a toaster. When he looks back my direction and our eyes meet I give him the best Jack Nicholson set of crazy eyes I have to offer up, and in a whisper I finish my rant.
Lively: Think of the toaster analogy as my out look on women, I don't think it's right, don't care if it's wrong, I have just fully embrace it, and simply just want to world to accept me!!! Maybe even let me have a parade to celebrate what I hold dear in my heart!!!
With that I walk to the bedroom for a moment and come back with a check for the fine Doctor. He nervously grabs it as I hand it over and stands. With his notebook in hand and his outlook on me permanently confused he walks toward the door.
Lively: Great talk Doc!!! Looking forward to our next session!!!
~The Good Stuff~
The camera flickers to life as I sit at the desk in my hotel room. A dim lamp illuminating the papers in front of me. My laptop opened toward my left. My eyes look slightly heavy as if I have been hard at work, and I have been. Finalizing my in ring strategy for one Anthony Bailey. I give the camera a second to run before I speak.
Lively: War, you must study your opponent before engaging in battle. That's what I have been up too this week, looking at your body of work Bailey. I have seen strengths and weaknesses, flaws and things I should really consider dangerous. I have looked over it all, even your championship matches...
I clap my hands almost congratulating the target of which I'm addressing.
Lively: you know what I found most interesting in my studies?
In a flash I violently clear the desk as papers fly and the computer slams on the floor.
Lively: I found none of this matters, we are simple equals. Two men with a particular set of skills, former champions, both with hearts pounding in our chest, wills that refuse to quit, accompanied by bodies that can't help but fail on occasion. We are human, and come Asylum two humans walk to the ring, stand toe to toe. One will rise as the other falls. Truth be told this is our first one on one encounter but hardly our last. Our paths will cross again, we will exchange wins and losses. I however plan on kicking off this new found relationship of sorts in my favor.
I stand at the desk placing my hands palms down as I continue to address my opponent.
Lively: The Promise!! Hahaha I will spare you the silliness of offering one of those toward you. Those are jars I will let you leave empty Mr. Bailey. The thing I will say is this, I give you a chance to be prepared. Look in the mirror young man, look at that pretty face! I will show it no respect, your eyes...if given the opportunity I will scoop those fuckers out with my fingers. Your wrists, I will try to snap off at the joints. Your family jewels, oh bet your ass I will jump at the opportunity to clip your nuts!!! Then in some circles you are nothing more then a useless woman, and that's when I can get really twisted in life. Point is this Anthony, I am willing to play in the mud, have no problems with Foul Play. You couldn't be more of a polar opposite, so this will be very interesting to watch for any one within an eyes shot. You will witness my relentless pressure, you will experience my endless drive to win, and be forced fed the thing that gives me a distinct advantage over you...my lack of moral compass. I'm just wandering around with no fence to hold me back, I will pull out all the stops my friend. No guidelines to stick within. Since studying seems to be relevant as we speak, you go back in history to find out what happens when I lose a match, or get painted into a corner? I fucking come flying out like banshee ripping off scalps, and kicking off dicks!!
I pause for a moment as I turn and sit on the desk almost shocked that I just threatened in a round about way to kick off Anthony Baileys dick. I breath and try to just move past it.
Lively: In most settings of Good versus Evil the people like to think Good prevails. I have my doubts about that, but for arguments sake let me go with that thinking. Anthony Bailey Sunday night Good will prevail alright, and Evil will be pinned down under the boot of the righteous. Calm your excitement Bailey boy, because Asylum goes by the rules of Hell sunshine, and down here things tend to run a little backwards!!! So use your big boy brain and think for a moment...Good guy up there, oh shit...bad guy down here! JESUS up there...you bet your ass, THE DEVIL DOWN HERE!!!
I kick my leg up on the desk as if I were Captain Morgan himself, showing off my boot.
Lively: Your throat will fit perfect my dear boy, absolutely perfect!!!
With that I whip out my arms in the I am JESUS pose.
Lively: I'm coming for those nuts Bailey!!!
I then realize what I said as the camera fades to black.
