Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Oct 23, 2008 14:41:34 GMT -4
In the backstage area, in one of the back rooms. A couch and overstuffed chair are set up. What looks like a physcatrist is seated in the overstuffed chair with a notebook, and pen. The mans glasses dropped down on the edge of his nose. A knock at the door is heard, and the Overdrive champion walks into the room. Lively looking a little nervous walks over toward the couch. He then places his perfectly folded title down on the coffee table in between, and then lies down folding his arms behind his head.
Lively: Well...the only reason I'm here is because you checked out...the last guy I tried to speak with was a wacko...but you check out, and seem to be legit.
Physc: Listen my credintials are of high standard, but enough about me...this is obviously about you. So you said you were having seem uneasy feelings, and tension.Go ahead share your thoughts Michael.
Lively: Well listen...we are going into One Night in Hell...and to tell you the truth....I'm nervous. Usually I'm solid as a rock when defending my title. I mean every defense I have had...I walked into the match, knowing full well that not only would I walk out the victor, but my opponent not only had what it took to beat me, let alone become a champion. My reign has been a very fruitful one, but this next defense. I have to say it DOC..I'm nervous....I'm the JESUS...I never get nervous...especially when the title is on the line....I'm solid gold when the belt is up for grabs.
Pysch: Has something happened to make you nervous....are you injured.
Lively: No...in fact I feel great other then this anxiety. It's this girl.
Pysch: Girl...so your love life is the problem.
Lively: Hell no...the JESUS has no love life, and I likes it that way buster. My opponent is a girl.
Pysch: A girl...like an insult, or like a literal girl.
Lively: A dumb broad, with tits, and full fledged inverted clam shell between her legs.
The Phycatrist smirks as he writes in his notebook.
Lively: What DOC...tell me what is funny about fighting a woman.
Pysch: Well you have made it very clear that you hate woman, and have done a fantastic job beating all that have stepped forward to challenge you. What with this female that has you out of your game.
Lively: Well...she's crafty...I have tried the classic sneak attack gimmick to get in her head, but I'll say this fucking broad beats me to the punch each and every time. It's not only embarassing, but I'll say it's really making me feel like I can't beat her.
Pysch: Listen...you need to think positively. Lets those thoughts of loosing leave your mind, release them.
Lively: If I could do that DOC, I wouldn't need you. I don't want to think I'm going to loose. I love my title, my title run, every thing that I have. Did you know that I hold the most wins in APW. Thats right I am the walking, talking, Hottest Shit Going in APW...but for some reason...a masked woman with ties to Lucha Libre is not only throwing me for a loop, but presenting a serious threat to all that is the JESUS.
Pysch: Well Michael...the only advice I can offer you is...
Lively: Yeah I know...Women have plagued the earth since it's creation. I too find it fitting that a woman could bring down the JESUS...thats Irony in it's finest form. It's useless to worry, or fear...I'll just face this broad like all the others. Take destiny by the hand, slap it on the ass, and tell it to make me some eggs. Arcadia is no different than any other female to face the JESUS. A pair of tits...a fur patch in their pants....no brains...and aboslutely no tale....wait...she is talented. Thats the difference DOC...she has a ton of talent. More talent then any other broad the JESUS has faced. What am I going to do DOC. If I loose my title...oh GOD...MY TITLE. That title, and my run as champion has defined me.
Pysch: Well Michael...maybe this is your time to move forward...go onto bigger and better things.
Lively: You think they well push a guy who held the Overdrive title into the spotlight. I have heard that title is holding me back, but if I loose it, then I loose it all...I'LL BE A LOSER!
Lively jumps up clutching the title, and pacing back and forth.
Pysch: Calm Down Michael...
Lively: Calm Down...thats easy for you to say...if I lose...you'll still be here collecting a check, all while my career gets flushed down the shitter. Easy for a guy who doesn't have a title to say calm down, Well DOC what have you ever faced loosing. I'm facing certain disaster. The economic state of the Unitied States has hit an all time low, the world is going bankrupt, and the JESUS is about to loose his Overdrive title...DOC we are in the END TIMES....prepare yourself...in fact drop to your knees, and pray to your saviour before Armagedon.
Pysch: Actually Michael...I don't believe in Jesus, God, or any Higher Power.
Lively: WHAT!!!...I'm talking with a kook...you don't believe in the JESUS.
Pysch: No...
****CRACK****
As you can tell by this time, the doc has suffered the fate of most that interact with Michael Lively. His jaw a recipricant of the super kick. The chair toppled over, and Lively standing there clutching the title. The mans face turns from anger to worry after the DOC hits the ground from his assaulting kick. One would think the White Lion is very uneasy, and nervous about his world crumbling around him.
Lively: Well...the only reason I'm here is because you checked out...the last guy I tried to speak with was a wacko...but you check out, and seem to be legit.
Physc: Listen my credintials are of high standard, but enough about me...this is obviously about you. So you said you were having seem uneasy feelings, and tension.Go ahead share your thoughts Michael.
Lively: Well listen...we are going into One Night in Hell...and to tell you the truth....I'm nervous. Usually I'm solid as a rock when defending my title. I mean every defense I have had...I walked into the match, knowing full well that not only would I walk out the victor, but my opponent not only had what it took to beat me, let alone become a champion. My reign has been a very fruitful one, but this next defense. I have to say it DOC..I'm nervous....I'm the JESUS...I never get nervous...especially when the title is on the line....I'm solid gold when the belt is up for grabs.
Pysch: Has something happened to make you nervous....are you injured.
Lively: No...in fact I feel great other then this anxiety. It's this girl.
Pysch: Girl...so your love life is the problem.
Lively: Hell no...the JESUS has no love life, and I likes it that way buster. My opponent is a girl.
Pysch: A girl...like an insult, or like a literal girl.
Lively: A dumb broad, with tits, and full fledged inverted clam shell between her legs.
The Phycatrist smirks as he writes in his notebook.
Lively: What DOC...tell me what is funny about fighting a woman.
Pysch: Well you have made it very clear that you hate woman, and have done a fantastic job beating all that have stepped forward to challenge you. What with this female that has you out of your game.
Lively: Well...she's crafty...I have tried the classic sneak attack gimmick to get in her head, but I'll say this fucking broad beats me to the punch each and every time. It's not only embarassing, but I'll say it's really making me feel like I can't beat her.
Pysch: Listen...you need to think positively. Lets those thoughts of loosing leave your mind, release them.
Lively: If I could do that DOC, I wouldn't need you. I don't want to think I'm going to loose. I love my title, my title run, every thing that I have. Did you know that I hold the most wins in APW. Thats right I am the walking, talking, Hottest Shit Going in APW...but for some reason...a masked woman with ties to Lucha Libre is not only throwing me for a loop, but presenting a serious threat to all that is the JESUS.
Pysch: Well Michael...the only advice I can offer you is...
Lively: Yeah I know...Women have plagued the earth since it's creation. I too find it fitting that a woman could bring down the JESUS...thats Irony in it's finest form. It's useless to worry, or fear...I'll just face this broad like all the others. Take destiny by the hand, slap it on the ass, and tell it to make me some eggs. Arcadia is no different than any other female to face the JESUS. A pair of tits...a fur patch in their pants....no brains...and aboslutely no tale....wait...she is talented. Thats the difference DOC...she has a ton of talent. More talent then any other broad the JESUS has faced. What am I going to do DOC. If I loose my title...oh GOD...MY TITLE. That title, and my run as champion has defined me.
Pysch: Well Michael...maybe this is your time to move forward...go onto bigger and better things.
Lively: You think they well push a guy who held the Overdrive title into the spotlight. I have heard that title is holding me back, but if I loose it, then I loose it all...I'LL BE A LOSER!
Lively jumps up clutching the title, and pacing back and forth.
Pysch: Calm Down Michael...
Lively: Calm Down...thats easy for you to say...if I lose...you'll still be here collecting a check, all while my career gets flushed down the shitter. Easy for a guy who doesn't have a title to say calm down, Well DOC what have you ever faced loosing. I'm facing certain disaster. The economic state of the Unitied States has hit an all time low, the world is going bankrupt, and the JESUS is about to loose his Overdrive title...DOC we are in the END TIMES....prepare yourself...in fact drop to your knees, and pray to your saviour before Armagedon.
Pysch: Actually Michael...I don't believe in Jesus, God, or any Higher Power.
Lively: WHAT!!!...I'm talking with a kook...you don't believe in the JESUS.
Pysch: No...
****CRACK****
As you can tell by this time, the doc has suffered the fate of most that interact with Michael Lively. His jaw a recipricant of the super kick. The chair toppled over, and Lively standing there clutching the title. The mans face turns from anger to worry after the DOC hits the ground from his assaulting kick. One would think the White Lion is very uneasy, and nervous about his world crumbling around him.
