Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Nov 20, 2008 21:58:12 GMT -4
Lively enters the arena through a side door. The man wearing a newly air brushed shirt with Doctor Phate on his back, and Lively standing over him with his arms raised. The words "The beater of thee unbeatable" written across the chest. In his right hand is a grocery bag with afew items in it. The White Lion b-lines through the backstage area, and comes upon a locker room door.
Ms. Lively spots her son down the hall, and calls out to him. He turns toward his mother, and holds a finger up over his mouth as if telling her to be quiet. She walks up to her superstar of a son, and seems interested in what his s doing.
Ms. Lively: What are you doing...this is Twister's locker room.
Me-self: Exactly...I walked in earlier, and he was dead asleep. I booked it to the store, and got some hyjenks ingredients.
Lively then slowly turns the handle of the door, opening it ever so softly. He tip toes into the room, followed by his mother. Twister's large muscled frame is sprawled out on the couch.
Ms. Lively: You think he's wearing any underwear?
Me-self: Why would I be wondering that....in fact I can't believe...nevermind...I can believe you would be thinking that...no shoosh.
Twisters arm is outstretched with his palm facing upward. Lively then pulls out a can of shaving creme, and begins shaking it up. He then fills the palm of Twister's with the white shaving creme. Lively begins snickering, and then stands up. He grabs a feather out of the bag, and takes cover behind the side of the couch. He then reaches over and tickles the nose of Twister. The former world champ moves a bit as Lively chuckles with anticipation. The self proclaimed savior of wrestling then tickles once more. Twister sure as shit tries to swipe at his face, and creme pies himself. Lively burst out in laughter, as Twister quickly lifts his other arm.
A scream is heard from Ms. Lively, followed by the sound of electricity. Twister has just shot the JESUS's mother with a flying fish hook taser gun. The gun has pumped 40,000 volts of electricity into the cougar of APW. She stands the stiff as a board. Twister cleans his face off, as Lively looks at what has went down in shock. Twister notices that Lively is behind him.
Twister: Shit...I was trying to get you.
Me-self: You were taze me....thats fucked.
Twister: You shaving creamed my face...
Me-self: Yeah...thats just shaving creme....fuck me...thats electrical shock...look she's as stiff as a board.
Twister: Oh...fuck, I put it on trigger lock, so you couldn't get away.
Twister then turns the electricity off, as Ms. Lively drops to her knees.
***CRACK***
Lively super kicks his mother in the face.
Twister: Whoa...what was that for.
Me-self: She hit her knees bro....she is in shock...and will soon start trying to find something to suck...fifty/fifty shot at her coming my way...and I'm not cool with that.
Twister: So you ruin my party chances....what a cock blocker.
Me-self: DUDE...THATS MY MOM!
Twister: Since when have you cared about your mother.
Me-self: I don't....I'm just saying...she'll wake up, and be ready to gargle with your seed before to long, it's nearly impossible to block her from any cock.
Twister: Sweet.
Me-self: Listen....on to more important things....tonight we have the tag team title match. Hardcore Ice made a statement last week on Overdrive.
Twister: They stated that they are outraged that gay marriage was overturned in California.
Me-self: No after that.
Twister: That Hardcore Kid is a power bottom
Me-self: No before that one....anyways...tonight we both will have our hands on gold once more. I get one more step closer to becoming the grand slam champion.
Twister: Me too.
Me-self: Uhhh...alright...I'll leave you two alone.
Lively turns to walk away, back flips with a Pele kick. Twister steps to the side, and nails Lively with a pocket stun gun. The White Lion convulses for a minute as Twister the lets off the gun. The JESUS stands looking rather ticked with his failed attempt on getting over on Twister.
Me-self: See you out there fucker.
Twister: Right back at you asshole.
Lively exits the locker room twitching from the electrical shock he has just suffered.
Awhile later Lively gets a knock at the door of his locker room. He gets up nervously, scrambles over to the door. He presses up against it.
Me-self: Who's there..
"Uhh...it's Phil...just want to get your thoughts on tonights match"
Me-self: How do I know it's really Phil?
Phil: Cause it's really me.
Me-self: Are you alone...
Phil: No I brought a cameraman, like usual.
Me-self: No Twister.
Phil: No we went by his locker room, and there was some crazy noises going on....we figured he was working out.
Me-self: Yeah....I bet he is.
Lively then opens the door quickly. He rapidly ushers the two into his locker room, and shuts the door. He then slides the chair in front of the door, and has a seat. His eyes twitch a bit.
Phil: You OK Mike...your acting weird.
Me-self: Yeah....you could just say I'm amped up for the title match....literally (Shaking his head)
Phil: Great...so tonight it's November Reign...and you and Twister walk into the spotlight once more. You face off with the tag team champions...a team you two beat to get the shot here tonight. So whats the game plan.
Me-self: Game plan....who needs a game plan. It's real simple Phil....we are going to walk in there just like we did last time. We walk in with the intent to beat Hardcore Ice like last time. Seriously when you are the picture of perfection like I am....you just go into the ring and do work. The inevitable is upon you. The JESUS will be taking home your tag titles.
Phil: You mean you and Twister.
Me-self: What he's here....where...
Phil: No Michael....I just said you two would take home the belts, not just you....a little paranoid.
Me-self: Listen...I have been crucified, and now tassed...I'm ready for anything. It's simple...Hardcore Ice is a hardworking team. They work well together, and give it their all when they compete...but all the hard work in the world will always fall short to true unadulterated talent. A former World Champion, and a future world champion, teaming together...to bring terror and fear into the heart of the tag team champs. Their worst nightmare has come true, a real tag team has stepped up. Not these pretend wrestlers, mid card specialists teaming together to take away your belts. When me and Twister strip you of the gold, they will have a new home. They will be safe, and secure, and not be bouncing back your way for sometime. The tag team division needs a true talent, and the JESUS has what it takes to be that talent.
Phil: So your saying Hardcore Ice...two time tag team champions...don't deserve the titles.
Me-self:: Listen Phil...it's real simple...their good, but I'm great. Twister is pretty good as well...but Great and Good, is way better then good and good.
Phil: What?
Me-Self: I mean the only reason they are tag champs is cause they pretty much are the tag team division, they are keeping it alive. Well the stiff competition has arrived, and is coming to rework the tag division. The Holy Storm is blowing into town...and ready to rip through the trailer park called the tag team division. We are going to reek havoc on your asses, strip you of those belts, and leave nothing but rubble, dust, and destruction. Listen on their best day...with me at my tip topest shape...these two jabrones couldn't score a victory over me in a handicap match. Further more Phil they proved that me and Twister were too much for them too handle on Meltdown. BY the way....what a fitting end to the show...me beating Doctor Phate. Now back to the topic here.Change is sweeping the nation. Change in the White House...people want change at every corner...Meltdown was removed....Connor was fired...and now the people have spoken...the tag team title must change hands.
Phil: Who has spoken?
Me-self: The people damn it....and tonight Twister and ME-self are going to give the people what they want....thats right for the first time ever...the JESUS will please the crowd.
Phil: Michael...I don't think the people really want you to win....if anything Twister teaming with you may have brought him heat.
Me-self: Listen you fuck...it's like I have said all along...these people don't really know what they want....and thats why the JESUS is here to give them what they need. WE NEED CHANGE...and it comes in the form of a HOLY STORM right here tonight. Hardcore Ice...let me check the calendar...yep it's November....and your Reign comes to an end here. Tonight those two will feel the Fury within the wind, and the power of Heaven...they will kiss those belts goodbye...I hope they take a few pictures...and think of the good times....cause the closest they will ever get to those tag titles again is in their sweet memories...
***KNOCK KNOCK***
Me-self: Who's there...
"Your Partner!"
Me-self: Go away...I don't need to see you till the match.
Twister: Awh...whats wrong Mike....still mad about the tasser.
Phil (Looking at Lively Puzzled): He tassered you...HA thats great.
Twister: PHIL...your in there to...MIKE...your not cutting another promo without your partner again are you.
Me-self: GO AWAY....
Twister: I brought the tasser Mike...
Me-self: You better leave...or I....I....I'll FIRE YOU....now get the hell out of here.
Twister, and Phil both begin chuckling at Lively. He slams down in the chair with frustration written all over his face.
Twister: I figured we could tase good old Phil.
Me-self: It wasn't cool shocking the shit out of me man.
Ms. Lively spots her son down the hall, and calls out to him. He turns toward his mother, and holds a finger up over his mouth as if telling her to be quiet. She walks up to her superstar of a son, and seems interested in what his s doing.
Ms. Lively: What are you doing...this is Twister's locker room.
Me-self: Exactly...I walked in earlier, and he was dead asleep. I booked it to the store, and got some hyjenks ingredients.
Lively then slowly turns the handle of the door, opening it ever so softly. He tip toes into the room, followed by his mother. Twister's large muscled frame is sprawled out on the couch.
Ms. Lively: You think he's wearing any underwear?
Me-self: Why would I be wondering that....in fact I can't believe...nevermind...I can believe you would be thinking that...no shoosh.
Twisters arm is outstretched with his palm facing upward. Lively then pulls out a can of shaving creme, and begins shaking it up. He then fills the palm of Twister's with the white shaving creme. Lively begins snickering, and then stands up. He grabs a feather out of the bag, and takes cover behind the side of the couch. He then reaches over and tickles the nose of Twister. The former world champ moves a bit as Lively chuckles with anticipation. The self proclaimed savior of wrestling then tickles once more. Twister sure as shit tries to swipe at his face, and creme pies himself. Lively burst out in laughter, as Twister quickly lifts his other arm.
A scream is heard from Ms. Lively, followed by the sound of electricity. Twister has just shot the JESUS's mother with a flying fish hook taser gun. The gun has pumped 40,000 volts of electricity into the cougar of APW. She stands the stiff as a board. Twister cleans his face off, as Lively looks at what has went down in shock. Twister notices that Lively is behind him.
Twister: Shit...I was trying to get you.
Me-self: You were taze me....thats fucked.
Twister: You shaving creamed my face...
Me-self: Yeah...thats just shaving creme....fuck me...thats electrical shock...look she's as stiff as a board.
Twister: Oh...fuck, I put it on trigger lock, so you couldn't get away.
Twister then turns the electricity off, as Ms. Lively drops to her knees.
***CRACK***
Lively super kicks his mother in the face.
Twister: Whoa...what was that for.
Me-self: She hit her knees bro....she is in shock...and will soon start trying to find something to suck...fifty/fifty shot at her coming my way...and I'm not cool with that.
Twister: So you ruin my party chances....what a cock blocker.
Me-self: DUDE...THATS MY MOM!
Twister: Since when have you cared about your mother.
Me-self: I don't....I'm just saying...she'll wake up, and be ready to gargle with your seed before to long, it's nearly impossible to block her from any cock.
Twister: Sweet.
Me-self: Listen....on to more important things....tonight we have the tag team title match. Hardcore Ice made a statement last week on Overdrive.
Twister: They stated that they are outraged that gay marriage was overturned in California.
Me-self: No after that.
Twister: That Hardcore Kid is a power bottom
Me-self: No before that one....anyways...tonight we both will have our hands on gold once more. I get one more step closer to becoming the grand slam champion.
Twister: Me too.
Me-self: Uhhh...alright...I'll leave you two alone.
Lively turns to walk away, back flips with a Pele kick. Twister steps to the side, and nails Lively with a pocket stun gun. The White Lion convulses for a minute as Twister the lets off the gun. The JESUS stands looking rather ticked with his failed attempt on getting over on Twister.
Me-self: See you out there fucker.
Twister: Right back at you asshole.
Lively exits the locker room twitching from the electrical shock he has just suffered.
Awhile later Lively gets a knock at the door of his locker room. He gets up nervously, scrambles over to the door. He presses up against it.
Me-self: Who's there..
"Uhh...it's Phil...just want to get your thoughts on tonights match"
Me-self: How do I know it's really Phil?
Phil: Cause it's really me.
Me-self: Are you alone...
Phil: No I brought a cameraman, like usual.
Me-self: No Twister.
Phil: No we went by his locker room, and there was some crazy noises going on....we figured he was working out.
Me-self: Yeah....I bet he is.
Lively then opens the door quickly. He rapidly ushers the two into his locker room, and shuts the door. He then slides the chair in front of the door, and has a seat. His eyes twitch a bit.
Phil: You OK Mike...your acting weird.
Me-self: Yeah....you could just say I'm amped up for the title match....literally (Shaking his head)
Phil: Great...so tonight it's November Reign...and you and Twister walk into the spotlight once more. You face off with the tag team champions...a team you two beat to get the shot here tonight. So whats the game plan.
Me-self: Game plan....who needs a game plan. It's real simple Phil....we are going to walk in there just like we did last time. We walk in with the intent to beat Hardcore Ice like last time. Seriously when you are the picture of perfection like I am....you just go into the ring and do work. The inevitable is upon you. The JESUS will be taking home your tag titles.
Phil: You mean you and Twister.
Me-self: What he's here....where...
Phil: No Michael....I just said you two would take home the belts, not just you....a little paranoid.
Me-self: Listen...I have been crucified, and now tassed...I'm ready for anything. It's simple...Hardcore Ice is a hardworking team. They work well together, and give it their all when they compete...but all the hard work in the world will always fall short to true unadulterated talent. A former World Champion, and a future world champion, teaming together...to bring terror and fear into the heart of the tag team champs. Their worst nightmare has come true, a real tag team has stepped up. Not these pretend wrestlers, mid card specialists teaming together to take away your belts. When me and Twister strip you of the gold, they will have a new home. They will be safe, and secure, and not be bouncing back your way for sometime. The tag team division needs a true talent, and the JESUS has what it takes to be that talent.
Phil: So your saying Hardcore Ice...two time tag team champions...don't deserve the titles.
Me-self:: Listen Phil...it's real simple...their good, but I'm great. Twister is pretty good as well...but Great and Good, is way better then good and good.
Phil: What?
Me-Self: I mean the only reason they are tag champs is cause they pretty much are the tag team division, they are keeping it alive. Well the stiff competition has arrived, and is coming to rework the tag division. The Holy Storm is blowing into town...and ready to rip through the trailer park called the tag team division. We are going to reek havoc on your asses, strip you of those belts, and leave nothing but rubble, dust, and destruction. Listen on their best day...with me at my tip topest shape...these two jabrones couldn't score a victory over me in a handicap match. Further more Phil they proved that me and Twister were too much for them too handle on Meltdown. BY the way....what a fitting end to the show...me beating Doctor Phate. Now back to the topic here.Change is sweeping the nation. Change in the White House...people want change at every corner...Meltdown was removed....Connor was fired...and now the people have spoken...the tag team title must change hands.
Phil: Who has spoken?
Me-self: The people damn it....and tonight Twister and ME-self are going to give the people what they want....thats right for the first time ever...the JESUS will please the crowd.
Phil: Michael...I don't think the people really want you to win....if anything Twister teaming with you may have brought him heat.
Me-self: Listen you fuck...it's like I have said all along...these people don't really know what they want....and thats why the JESUS is here to give them what they need. WE NEED CHANGE...and it comes in the form of a HOLY STORM right here tonight. Hardcore Ice...let me check the calendar...yep it's November....and your Reign comes to an end here. Tonight those two will feel the Fury within the wind, and the power of Heaven...they will kiss those belts goodbye...I hope they take a few pictures...and think of the good times....cause the closest they will ever get to those tag titles again is in their sweet memories...
***KNOCK KNOCK***
Me-self: Who's there...
"Your Partner!"
Me-self: Go away...I don't need to see you till the match.
Twister: Awh...whats wrong Mike....still mad about the tasser.
Phil (Looking at Lively Puzzled): He tassered you...HA thats great.
Twister: PHIL...your in there to...MIKE...your not cutting another promo without your partner again are you.
Me-self: GO AWAY....
Twister: I brought the tasser Mike...
Me-self: You better leave...or I....I....I'll FIRE YOU....now get the hell out of here.
Twister, and Phil both begin chuckling at Lively. He slams down in the chair with frustration written all over his face.
Twister: I figured we could tase good old Phil.
Me-self: It wasn't cool shocking the shit out of me man.
