Post by Your JESUS on May 9, 2013 18:21:48 GMT -4
~In Times of Crisis...Exploit!!~
Life, it's the only one we are given. Sure there are those who believe in reincarnation. To those, sure you have a second chance, but honestly I'm not sure if that was the truth that we would comprehend it as another shot to right the wrongs, or pick a different direction in life. I know without a shadow of a doubt if I was given the reboot, the world of wrestling would be granted the opportunity to see me do my thing because it's in my programming, a fire that burns in my blood. Lets face it folks you were destined to be stuck with my arrogant ass one way or another. Back to the topic of life and it's precious value. Some people live recklessly and mistreat it every day. I may not drink, abuse drugs, but I have been known to go out on limbs, and am guilty of that sin. I treat it carelessly every time I step through that curtain knowing full well if I don't make it back on the other side, it was well worth every risk I put forth. Many things can be said about me, but most of all, the one I wish to be remembered by is the guy who left it all out there night in and night out.
Now you could be wondering, why all this discussion of Life, well it seems one almost came to an end this week. One of the Dying Breed took the first portion of their names sake a little too serious. Jair Hopkins, a true talent in this industry, almost had his plug pulled too soon. I could ramble on about this tough life we lead, the pain our bodies are put through, or the mental struggles that the road traveling brings forth. None of these things matter in my mind, they are all by products of the choices we have made in life. I did my due diligence and spoke with those who paved the way for me. The explained the risks, hazards, and tolls of the job. I embraced them, wrapped my mind around them, and focus everyday on the fact that it's part of the territory. In my mindset I have built a scale putting these negatives on one side, and with each morning that rises, each event that transpires, and every match that I partake...mentally I strive to make sure the other side of that scale out weighs that deadly and dangerous mind fucking negative side. I can't tell you why a man makes the choices he does, all I can do is assume like the rest of the world. That is his story to tell. I however can pay the man a visit and motivate him to embrace life in only a way that I, Michael Lively know how.
So with great pleasure I chartered a van to drive us to the hospital, and rounded up the gang. Sabur, Myself, Jason Kash and the wilily Reaver embark on a get well telegram meant to be hand delivered by Foul Play!! The looks on peoples faces when we piled out of the van were entertaining. A large steroid infested man, a toothless grinning bad ass, followed by a masked mad man all accompanied by plain old me, oozing with arrogance...people in this shitty country were quite shocked. As we enter the lobby I hold a little huddle.
Lively: We find him, we drag him out of the bed and implant in his psyche that he had better try harder next time!! I want this son of a bitch to wish he had gotten it right the first time...we send a message to him, the rest of the Dying Breed, and any other douche canoe in the Asylum ranks that wishes to oppose Foul Play's Reign!!!
With that we break and descend upon the hallways of this hospital looking for trouble. You know what they say, if you search for blood, you will surely find it one way or another. When we arrive at the right floor I try to walk up to the nurses desk playing it smooth. In the middle of our brief exchange, interruption played it's loud tune for all of us to hear.
"HOPKINS!!! Come out and Play-ayyy!!!"
The sight of Reaver wearing a bed pan on his head as he calls down the hall will cause anyone to stop in their tracks. The man knocks on his makeshift helmet as he slinks down the hall cautiously.
Nurse: Hey you guys can't go down there!!!
I shove the woman in her chair.
Lively: Listen lady you just sit down and shut your cock hole!!!
I give her the evil eye gimmick before looking back toward my band of misfits. Reaver is now nowhere to be found. Kash and Sabur stand by looking at me for directions.
Lively: Where'd he go?
Both men shrug their shoulders. I let out a whistle and suddenly our masked bandit of violence reappears pushing an old man in a wheel chair dragging his I.V. stand with him.
Lively: What the hell?
Reaver: What? He said he knew where Hopkins was!!!
Lively: Just find out the room number and leave him!!
Reaver whispers in the mans ear before receiving the information he desires. I get a little agitated as I know we need to make this "little visit" quick.
Lively: Did you get it?
Reaver nods as the old man flips me the bird. I chuckle and smirk at this old mans brashness, but when Jason Kash snickers as well, that sensitive ego of mine snaps. I walk over grabbing the man by his throat.
Lively: You are in no position to be getting snippy old timer!!
I back hand him with a fierce stiffness then to everyone's horror reach under his gown and rip out his catheter.
Sabur: OH SHIT!!!
I spin around holding it up like a trophy.
Lively: I think I found a perfect present for Jair!! Who wishes to do the honors?
Reaver cackles out loud and quickly raises his hand. I shove the catheter into his hands as we walk toward the second hall way around the corner. With Foul intentions in mind we boastfully walk through the halls making our presence known. No sooner then we make it to the corner there is Anthony Bailey and William D. Williams Jr out side the room talking. Bailey was the first to take notice.
Bailey: Whoa!!! What the...
WDWJ: Hell nah!!!
Both men charge down the hall toward our direction not phased one bit by the difference in numbers. It was clear we came to seize an opportunity of the Foulest of circumstances, and doing it with great pride!! Security from the hospital scurries on scene. They spill in between us all, not before Williams catches me with a right hand.
A couple of the guards grab me and Sabur being the hulking rage machine that he is, freaks. He explodes forward ramming one of the guards into the wall, then pie faces the other to the floor. This surge of violence prompts an explosion of tension in the hallway. The two members of the Dying Breed begin shoving back as security starts to lean on them as every one in my entourage fights against security. Reaver head butts a couple of the guards, as Kash throws elbows. I let loose a few jabs as we get sandwiched from the back by more security. After a few minutes our tempers get put in check by use of force and numbers. Sabur is the last one restrained, as I try to calm the noise.
Lively: Everyone calm the fuck down!! RELAX!!
I draw the attention toward myself as I always do.
Lively: We came by here to pay our condolences toward your stablemates unfortunate circumstances!!
Bailey rolls his eyes before responding.
Bailey: Cut the crap Lively, you are a snake!! All you people are snakes!! It takes a real low life to come here in a time like this!!
I smile with arrogance.
Lively: So us showing up was distasteful? Nice then I accomplished exactly what I set out to do...well partly! I will be honest my real intention was to show him he was right in his intentions!! His alignment with you two, his future demise in the realm of wrestling, these were all things worthy enough to pull the plug...
Bailey and Williams both stew with anger and disgust as I ramble on.
Lively: Maybe just maybe us showing up here was with Kevorkian type malicious intent!!
Williams loses his cool.
WDWJ: I will see you at Mayhem Lively, and I will make it my mission to take you out!!!
I smile and wave before clearing my throat as if preparing to spit. Williams charges at us once more followed by Bailey. I simply laugh as security tries their best to barricade the two angry members of the Dying Breed from reaching their target.
Let me be honest with you folks, I had no intention on disturbing Hopkins. My real goal in this visit has been achieved. The mind game has been played, and these two have just been drug into the mud, where the level of play is known to be of the foulest behavior!!
Like a dictator of sorts I rally my troops calling for them to fall back. Reaver tosses down the bed pan lunging at security keeping them on their toes. Sabur with a blood thirsty look on his face as if he is ready to go to war, reluctantly backs off. I turn placing an arm around Jason Kash.
Lively: That right there was the ultimate mind fuck. We just took advantage of a sensitive situation, in turn stirring their vulnerability into our momentum. When you are emotional, you make mistakes! When vengeance fills your thoughts, that can be the dirtiest emotion of them all. They rarely dwell in the place we just brought them, the stench will over well them, it will suffocate them!!
Kash flashes his trademark toothless grin my way as we are escorted from the premises.
~Surviving The Gauntlet~
To some it would seem my plate is full with this little feud between Foul Play and Dying Breed. First and foremost it's something we set out looking for, something we were excited to bring to their door step. In doing so I have mapped out my priorities very well, and capturing championship gold on Asylum is still in the drivers seat with an open road ahead. Mayhem, a proper name for the Megastars of Asylum to run bat shit crazy!! Even more fitting for the Gauntlet to be run. The Soul of Philly has taken up one hell of a task. I of all people know the desire that can burn deep within. That inner challenge that pushes you to test yourself harder then anyone one else would ask you to do. The self doubt that pokes at you like an annoying toddler, asking if we are there yet. You want to be the guy who pulls off the unthinkable, be the one who achieves something magnificent. I get it, probably more then anyone else on the roster. With that I prop up my cell phone with camera pointing my direction. The record button pressed capturing my smug look as I slink back to begin talking the shit as they say.
Lively: TJ, I want to take a second and address you one on one! You see as time ticks away, the moments draw closer, there is but one person that may understand the thoughts that swirl through your brain...yours truly!! I know that isn't something people wish to hear, but sadly it's fact. This match is something you called for, something you pleaded to get. It is a challenge that your inner gut is forcing you to test your luck against. The ego of a mans Soul can also be the Achilles heal of even the greatest of warriors. It's moments like these, self doubting challenges, that our pride paints us into a corner with. These are the moments the lead to the undoing of so much great work.
I take a deep breath.
Lively: I brought about a test for myself similar to this on two separate occasions. Recently while I was North American champion trying to challenge the entire roster on the brand, and when I was Xtreme champion begging for a scramble match. These are difficult matches that I convinced my self I had to endure, sort of like you wishing to partake in the Gauntlet. There was a lot going on in my mind at these moments in my career, and let us both be honest right here right now TJ.
I lean forward.
Lively: I self promoted these matches, hyped myself up, and made a spectacle of the situation each time I ran these challenges, looking back I now know the reality of the situation. Face it kid, you aren't looking for the challenge, you are looking for the escape!!!
I lean back folding my arms.
Lively: It's a win, win situation TJ. It saves face if you lose the belt because the odds are stacked so high against you no one can really fault you, especially when it was you looking for the test. By some miracle you do pull it off, then Hallelujah, what a beast this big man really is. Am I right kid? Or am I right? When the world looks at it as a MIGHTY task, you and I know the reality is, it was the easiest way out!! You can say what you will TJ because it will only be YOU that you are lying to, because I already know the truth.
I pause as if waiting for a answer.
Lively: Truth is you are done, spent, and need a escape. You cup run'eth over as they say, and your hands are too full. You got ninety nine problems and A BITCH IS ONE OF THEM!! So you bring about a match with virtually no chances of you walking out as champion. I have done it twice, and both times when I look back at the situation, really holding up the mirror for self evaluation I realized it was to move forward.
I stop talking, and pull out a pocket sized mirror holding it toward the lens on my phone.
Lively: Take a look TJ, really dive deep into that SOUL of yours!! Are you looking for an escape? Like the weak minded Jair Hopkins? Is this your idea to move forward, or a pathetic way to embrace your eventual fall from grace. I can tell you, if you spend enough time on the ladder the pressure of the thin air, and a fear of heights gets to us all. Not everyone can handle that pressure, let alone the fall. Are your knees getting weak TJ? If so I have no problem lightening your load. I have no problem with the decent because I'm so good at climbing back up, and that's what this is...Me climbing over you!
I pick up the phone holding as I continue to address the champion.
Lively: I know I am not the only one scaling the wall trying to surpass you and take from you the burden in which you no longer wish to carry. Young Mannie seems to have aspirations for championship glory. Mannie and myself get reacquainted with one another. After how things were left off between the two of us, I would say I can't wait to see how he reacts. I sent a message to Mannie loud and clear in the past. Like many of the youth in this world he will have surely let it go in one ear and out the other. No worries because I will resend that message, and he will realize that when I'm in the picture, Young Mannie only plays the part of Bellman. That's right this little bitch carries the bags, and I will gladly hand him my Apple Bag to drag around because I need a break. It's a duty lugging these big bastards from city to city!!
I chuckle as I prop up the phone at a different angle.
Lively: TJ, Mannie will talk a big game. It will actually be a rather sloppy sounding with an uneducated tone to it, but a big game none the less. The truth is he will be busy in the match with Testicle Envy as he holds my nutts, in his hands, on his forehead, or where ever the fuck I feel like resting them. Don't fret though SOUL man, there are others that are capable of knocking you out and relieving you of your duties. Willy D. is coming into this match like a ball of fire thanks to me. Like Mannie he will be emotional, vengeance will fuel him forward with tunnel vision. Mistakes will be made on his part, and like his father he will be left playing the supporting role. You see, being the tight knit group that the Dying Breed is, the situation with Jair will have already weighed heavy on his heart. Like a huge wind, a small flame has been spread through the forrest setting everything a blaze. My ruthless intentions shown by my hospital visitation are the catalyst to this massive inferno that will soon suffocate Williams, and deprive him of oxygen. The flames will die down TJ, and the smoke will clear. You will get your wish, and be staring down two very capable men, ready to go the distance to take what you have. Myself, and Logan Alexander!!
I dip my head to the side almost acknowledging his talent but leaving a hint of question to be discussed.
Lively: TJ, Alexander is a serious threat to your belt, as am I. Unlike Logan, I have no reason to feel slighted, I have no chip on my shoulder. I'm not someone out to prove something, beat my chest so the world will notice me. I have gotten plenty of notoriety in my short five years in the business. I don't know how long Logan has been plugging away, but from the looks of it I need to pass him my Rodney Dangerfield award, because from the sounds of his ramblings it is he that gets no respect. He seems to have talent, he has stacked up victories, and yet he was given the hoops to jump through as he puts it.
I again pull out the pocket sized mirror turning toward the camera.
Lively: Maybe you could share this with Alexander TJ? He seems to need to take a gander at what is missing. As a one of the most decorated Megastars of this company I can tell you, but he might not like the answer. With no title to my name I sit here looked upon as a champion of this sport. People like Level One...
My eyes twinge slightly as I give the man his due respect.
Lively: C.J. Gates and Myself will always be looked at as champions despite having naked waist lines. When you have that pedigree it shines, people take notice. We can point our fingers in the direction of championship gold and gates will open, seas will part.
I smile arrogantly.
Lively: So...I have shown you the Thoroughbreds of wrestling...your friend Alexander however TJ, he falls somewhere in the mule bloodlines. A real workhorse but people can't get over that Jackass trait so to speak, so they gets no love. The things that you need to remember champ...the Jackass will fall short, the Bellman will have his hands full, and the actors son will play a secondary role which runs in his family. That center stage is reserved for you and I. It will be the savior of Asylum who delivers the knockout blow! You will be free to wear a cross around your neck from that date forward, always there to remind you of how Michael Lively saved you from your burdens. How I saw you desperate for an exit, and came through bringing about your much needed salvation. Haha Salvation, It comes in many forms, yours however is a simple one accompanied by a short nap...Nighty Night Bitch!!!
With that I end the recording, and sit back smiling with anticipation.
Life, it's the only one we are given. Sure there are those who believe in reincarnation. To those, sure you have a second chance, but honestly I'm not sure if that was the truth that we would comprehend it as another shot to right the wrongs, or pick a different direction in life. I know without a shadow of a doubt if I was given the reboot, the world of wrestling would be granted the opportunity to see me do my thing because it's in my programming, a fire that burns in my blood. Lets face it folks you were destined to be stuck with my arrogant ass one way or another. Back to the topic of life and it's precious value. Some people live recklessly and mistreat it every day. I may not drink, abuse drugs, but I have been known to go out on limbs, and am guilty of that sin. I treat it carelessly every time I step through that curtain knowing full well if I don't make it back on the other side, it was well worth every risk I put forth. Many things can be said about me, but most of all, the one I wish to be remembered by is the guy who left it all out there night in and night out.
Now you could be wondering, why all this discussion of Life, well it seems one almost came to an end this week. One of the Dying Breed took the first portion of their names sake a little too serious. Jair Hopkins, a true talent in this industry, almost had his plug pulled too soon. I could ramble on about this tough life we lead, the pain our bodies are put through, or the mental struggles that the road traveling brings forth. None of these things matter in my mind, they are all by products of the choices we have made in life. I did my due diligence and spoke with those who paved the way for me. The explained the risks, hazards, and tolls of the job. I embraced them, wrapped my mind around them, and focus everyday on the fact that it's part of the territory. In my mindset I have built a scale putting these negatives on one side, and with each morning that rises, each event that transpires, and every match that I partake...mentally I strive to make sure the other side of that scale out weighs that deadly and dangerous mind fucking negative side. I can't tell you why a man makes the choices he does, all I can do is assume like the rest of the world. That is his story to tell. I however can pay the man a visit and motivate him to embrace life in only a way that I, Michael Lively know how.
So with great pleasure I chartered a van to drive us to the hospital, and rounded up the gang. Sabur, Myself, Jason Kash and the wilily Reaver embark on a get well telegram meant to be hand delivered by Foul Play!! The looks on peoples faces when we piled out of the van were entertaining. A large steroid infested man, a toothless grinning bad ass, followed by a masked mad man all accompanied by plain old me, oozing with arrogance...people in this shitty country were quite shocked. As we enter the lobby I hold a little huddle.
Lively: We find him, we drag him out of the bed and implant in his psyche that he had better try harder next time!! I want this son of a bitch to wish he had gotten it right the first time...we send a message to him, the rest of the Dying Breed, and any other douche canoe in the Asylum ranks that wishes to oppose Foul Play's Reign!!!
With that we break and descend upon the hallways of this hospital looking for trouble. You know what they say, if you search for blood, you will surely find it one way or another. When we arrive at the right floor I try to walk up to the nurses desk playing it smooth. In the middle of our brief exchange, interruption played it's loud tune for all of us to hear.
"HOPKINS!!! Come out and Play-ayyy!!!"
The sight of Reaver wearing a bed pan on his head as he calls down the hall will cause anyone to stop in their tracks. The man knocks on his makeshift helmet as he slinks down the hall cautiously.
Nurse: Hey you guys can't go down there!!!
I shove the woman in her chair.
Lively: Listen lady you just sit down and shut your cock hole!!!
I give her the evil eye gimmick before looking back toward my band of misfits. Reaver is now nowhere to be found. Kash and Sabur stand by looking at me for directions.
Lively: Where'd he go?
Both men shrug their shoulders. I let out a whistle and suddenly our masked bandit of violence reappears pushing an old man in a wheel chair dragging his I.V. stand with him.
Lively: What the hell?
Reaver: What? He said he knew where Hopkins was!!!
Lively: Just find out the room number and leave him!!
Reaver whispers in the mans ear before receiving the information he desires. I get a little agitated as I know we need to make this "little visit" quick.
Lively: Did you get it?
Reaver nods as the old man flips me the bird. I chuckle and smirk at this old mans brashness, but when Jason Kash snickers as well, that sensitive ego of mine snaps. I walk over grabbing the man by his throat.
Lively: You are in no position to be getting snippy old timer!!
I back hand him with a fierce stiffness then to everyone's horror reach under his gown and rip out his catheter.
Sabur: OH SHIT!!!
I spin around holding it up like a trophy.
Lively: I think I found a perfect present for Jair!! Who wishes to do the honors?
Reaver cackles out loud and quickly raises his hand. I shove the catheter into his hands as we walk toward the second hall way around the corner. With Foul intentions in mind we boastfully walk through the halls making our presence known. No sooner then we make it to the corner there is Anthony Bailey and William D. Williams Jr out side the room talking. Bailey was the first to take notice.
Bailey: Whoa!!! What the...
WDWJ: Hell nah!!!
Both men charge down the hall toward our direction not phased one bit by the difference in numbers. It was clear we came to seize an opportunity of the Foulest of circumstances, and doing it with great pride!! Security from the hospital scurries on scene. They spill in between us all, not before Williams catches me with a right hand.
A couple of the guards grab me and Sabur being the hulking rage machine that he is, freaks. He explodes forward ramming one of the guards into the wall, then pie faces the other to the floor. This surge of violence prompts an explosion of tension in the hallway. The two members of the Dying Breed begin shoving back as security starts to lean on them as every one in my entourage fights against security. Reaver head butts a couple of the guards, as Kash throws elbows. I let loose a few jabs as we get sandwiched from the back by more security. After a few minutes our tempers get put in check by use of force and numbers. Sabur is the last one restrained, as I try to calm the noise.
Lively: Everyone calm the fuck down!! RELAX!!
I draw the attention toward myself as I always do.
Lively: We came by here to pay our condolences toward your stablemates unfortunate circumstances!!
Bailey rolls his eyes before responding.
Bailey: Cut the crap Lively, you are a snake!! All you people are snakes!! It takes a real low life to come here in a time like this!!
I smile with arrogance.
Lively: So us showing up was distasteful? Nice then I accomplished exactly what I set out to do...well partly! I will be honest my real intention was to show him he was right in his intentions!! His alignment with you two, his future demise in the realm of wrestling, these were all things worthy enough to pull the plug...
Bailey and Williams both stew with anger and disgust as I ramble on.
Lively: Maybe just maybe us showing up here was with Kevorkian type malicious intent!!
Williams loses his cool.
WDWJ: I will see you at Mayhem Lively, and I will make it my mission to take you out!!!
I smile and wave before clearing my throat as if preparing to spit. Williams charges at us once more followed by Bailey. I simply laugh as security tries their best to barricade the two angry members of the Dying Breed from reaching their target.
Let me be honest with you folks, I had no intention on disturbing Hopkins. My real goal in this visit has been achieved. The mind game has been played, and these two have just been drug into the mud, where the level of play is known to be of the foulest behavior!!
Like a dictator of sorts I rally my troops calling for them to fall back. Reaver tosses down the bed pan lunging at security keeping them on their toes. Sabur with a blood thirsty look on his face as if he is ready to go to war, reluctantly backs off. I turn placing an arm around Jason Kash.
Lively: That right there was the ultimate mind fuck. We just took advantage of a sensitive situation, in turn stirring their vulnerability into our momentum. When you are emotional, you make mistakes! When vengeance fills your thoughts, that can be the dirtiest emotion of them all. They rarely dwell in the place we just brought them, the stench will over well them, it will suffocate them!!
Kash flashes his trademark toothless grin my way as we are escorted from the premises.
~Surviving The Gauntlet~
To some it would seem my plate is full with this little feud between Foul Play and Dying Breed. First and foremost it's something we set out looking for, something we were excited to bring to their door step. In doing so I have mapped out my priorities very well, and capturing championship gold on Asylum is still in the drivers seat with an open road ahead. Mayhem, a proper name for the Megastars of Asylum to run bat shit crazy!! Even more fitting for the Gauntlet to be run. The Soul of Philly has taken up one hell of a task. I of all people know the desire that can burn deep within. That inner challenge that pushes you to test yourself harder then anyone one else would ask you to do. The self doubt that pokes at you like an annoying toddler, asking if we are there yet. You want to be the guy who pulls off the unthinkable, be the one who achieves something magnificent. I get it, probably more then anyone else on the roster. With that I prop up my cell phone with camera pointing my direction. The record button pressed capturing my smug look as I slink back to begin talking the shit as they say.
Lively: TJ, I want to take a second and address you one on one! You see as time ticks away, the moments draw closer, there is but one person that may understand the thoughts that swirl through your brain...yours truly!! I know that isn't something people wish to hear, but sadly it's fact. This match is something you called for, something you pleaded to get. It is a challenge that your inner gut is forcing you to test your luck against. The ego of a mans Soul can also be the Achilles heal of even the greatest of warriors. It's moments like these, self doubting challenges, that our pride paints us into a corner with. These are the moments the lead to the undoing of so much great work.
I take a deep breath.
Lively: I brought about a test for myself similar to this on two separate occasions. Recently while I was North American champion trying to challenge the entire roster on the brand, and when I was Xtreme champion begging for a scramble match. These are difficult matches that I convinced my self I had to endure, sort of like you wishing to partake in the Gauntlet. There was a lot going on in my mind at these moments in my career, and let us both be honest right here right now TJ.
I lean forward.
Lively: I self promoted these matches, hyped myself up, and made a spectacle of the situation each time I ran these challenges, looking back I now know the reality of the situation. Face it kid, you aren't looking for the challenge, you are looking for the escape!!!
I lean back folding my arms.
Lively: It's a win, win situation TJ. It saves face if you lose the belt because the odds are stacked so high against you no one can really fault you, especially when it was you looking for the test. By some miracle you do pull it off, then Hallelujah, what a beast this big man really is. Am I right kid? Or am I right? When the world looks at it as a MIGHTY task, you and I know the reality is, it was the easiest way out!! You can say what you will TJ because it will only be YOU that you are lying to, because I already know the truth.
I pause as if waiting for a answer.
Lively: Truth is you are done, spent, and need a escape. You cup run'eth over as they say, and your hands are too full. You got ninety nine problems and A BITCH IS ONE OF THEM!! So you bring about a match with virtually no chances of you walking out as champion. I have done it twice, and both times when I look back at the situation, really holding up the mirror for self evaluation I realized it was to move forward.
I stop talking, and pull out a pocket sized mirror holding it toward the lens on my phone.
Lively: Take a look TJ, really dive deep into that SOUL of yours!! Are you looking for an escape? Like the weak minded Jair Hopkins? Is this your idea to move forward, or a pathetic way to embrace your eventual fall from grace. I can tell you, if you spend enough time on the ladder the pressure of the thin air, and a fear of heights gets to us all. Not everyone can handle that pressure, let alone the fall. Are your knees getting weak TJ? If so I have no problem lightening your load. I have no problem with the decent because I'm so good at climbing back up, and that's what this is...Me climbing over you!
I pick up the phone holding as I continue to address the champion.
Lively: I know I am not the only one scaling the wall trying to surpass you and take from you the burden in which you no longer wish to carry. Young Mannie seems to have aspirations for championship glory. Mannie and myself get reacquainted with one another. After how things were left off between the two of us, I would say I can't wait to see how he reacts. I sent a message to Mannie loud and clear in the past. Like many of the youth in this world he will have surely let it go in one ear and out the other. No worries because I will resend that message, and he will realize that when I'm in the picture, Young Mannie only plays the part of Bellman. That's right this little bitch carries the bags, and I will gladly hand him my Apple Bag to drag around because I need a break. It's a duty lugging these big bastards from city to city!!
I chuckle as I prop up the phone at a different angle.
Lively: TJ, Mannie will talk a big game. It will actually be a rather sloppy sounding with an uneducated tone to it, but a big game none the less. The truth is he will be busy in the match with Testicle Envy as he holds my nutts, in his hands, on his forehead, or where ever the fuck I feel like resting them. Don't fret though SOUL man, there are others that are capable of knocking you out and relieving you of your duties. Willy D. is coming into this match like a ball of fire thanks to me. Like Mannie he will be emotional, vengeance will fuel him forward with tunnel vision. Mistakes will be made on his part, and like his father he will be left playing the supporting role. You see, being the tight knit group that the Dying Breed is, the situation with Jair will have already weighed heavy on his heart. Like a huge wind, a small flame has been spread through the forrest setting everything a blaze. My ruthless intentions shown by my hospital visitation are the catalyst to this massive inferno that will soon suffocate Williams, and deprive him of oxygen. The flames will die down TJ, and the smoke will clear. You will get your wish, and be staring down two very capable men, ready to go the distance to take what you have. Myself, and Logan Alexander!!
I dip my head to the side almost acknowledging his talent but leaving a hint of question to be discussed.
Lively: TJ, Alexander is a serious threat to your belt, as am I. Unlike Logan, I have no reason to feel slighted, I have no chip on my shoulder. I'm not someone out to prove something, beat my chest so the world will notice me. I have gotten plenty of notoriety in my short five years in the business. I don't know how long Logan has been plugging away, but from the looks of it I need to pass him my Rodney Dangerfield award, because from the sounds of his ramblings it is he that gets no respect. He seems to have talent, he has stacked up victories, and yet he was given the hoops to jump through as he puts it.
I again pull out the pocket sized mirror turning toward the camera.
Lively: Maybe you could share this with Alexander TJ? He seems to need to take a gander at what is missing. As a one of the most decorated Megastars of this company I can tell you, but he might not like the answer. With no title to my name I sit here looked upon as a champion of this sport. People like Level One...
My eyes twinge slightly as I give the man his due respect.
Lively: C.J. Gates and Myself will always be looked at as champions despite having naked waist lines. When you have that pedigree it shines, people take notice. We can point our fingers in the direction of championship gold and gates will open, seas will part.
I smile arrogantly.
Lively: So...I have shown you the Thoroughbreds of wrestling...your friend Alexander however TJ, he falls somewhere in the mule bloodlines. A real workhorse but people can't get over that Jackass trait so to speak, so they gets no love. The things that you need to remember champ...the Jackass will fall short, the Bellman will have his hands full, and the actors son will play a secondary role which runs in his family. That center stage is reserved for you and I. It will be the savior of Asylum who delivers the knockout blow! You will be free to wear a cross around your neck from that date forward, always there to remind you of how Michael Lively saved you from your burdens. How I saw you desperate for an exit, and came through bringing about your much needed salvation. Haha Salvation, It comes in many forms, yours however is a simple one accompanied by a short nap...Nighty Night Bitch!!!
With that I end the recording, and sit back smiling with anticipation.
