Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Dec 19, 2008 12:59:32 GMT -4
A women walks through the backstage area. She is carrying a tray full of Starbucks drinks. As she walks on, a noise is heard. Then from the shadows jumps a man in a blue Power Ranger suit.
"IT'S MORPHIN TIME"
The man cart wheels toward the lady. He places his hands in the air then crane kicks the coffee out of her hand. Starbucks spills all over her chest. The man strikes a blue ninja Power Ranger pose.
"GO, GO POWER RANGERS"
Then the Blue Ranger scurries off.
Some time later a few tech crew members are standing around chatting it up. Then like a flash there is the Blue Ranger. Arms folded, and looking at the men like they are the target of his focus.
"DINO POWER"
The Blue Ranger sprints toward the men. He leaps out with a flying dragon kick. It connects with one of the mens chest. He falls back onto a stack of chairs. The Blue Ranger lands on his feet. He windmills his arms in the air. Then spins around sweeping one of the other guy's legs out from under him. Back flips, kicking the other man trying to run in the head with a Pele Kick.
"Hey...want throw down with some one"
Twister calls out, the rushes over to the Blue Ranger. The Mighty Morphin Power Ranger looks at the man. Then like Neo from the Matrix motions his hand for the muscle bound man to bring it on. Twister begins to flurry a barrage of punches at the Ranger. All punches are deflected with one arm in a typical Matrix fashion. One solid punches comes flying right at the helmet of the Blue Ranger. The fist is caught in one hand by the Ranger, while his other hand removes his helmet.
Twister: Lively...what the fuck man.
Lively: Nothing...
Twister: Dude you were beating on those guy's, and what with the Matrix stuff.
Lively: Must be this suit. I figured with Streets Wilson being a former Power Ranger, I had better prepare. As long as he doesn't wear the suit, we'll be fine.
Twister: Wait...where did you hear he was a former Power Ranger.
Lively: I don't know...just heard it. So I bought one of these suits on E-Bay...and fuck it does damn near every thing for you. So I'm going to Jeff's office and make sure our match is a now Power Ranger suit allowed match.
Twister: Now you sound like Jason Royce asking for gimmick matches. I don't think anyone would be trying to wear that suit to the ring. Listen I don't think he was a Power Ranger...and you got some bad info.
Lively: So your telling me some one lied to the JESUS. Thats whats wrong with this world...people lie to their savior...how can you expect a savior to fix your problems if you lie to him all the time.
Twister: Well....the savior is supposed to be all knowing...maybe they figured you would know whats truth or fiction.
Lively: I...uh...fuck that....so he's no Ranger...but this suit is fucking insane.
Just then Ms. Lively comes walking over. Her hand covering her mouth as she begins chuckling at Lively's outfit.
Ms. Lively: Whats with the get up.
Lively: This isn't a get up....it's an authentic Power Ranger suit...
Ms. Lively: Hahahaha...
Just then Twister gives Ms. Lively a kick to the mid section, then nails her with a Windbreaker.
Lively: WHOA....what the fuck are you doing.
Twister: She was clowning you...figured you were going to nail her with one of those kicks...so figured I'd help you out...Twister's always got your back.
Lively bends down looking after his mother. He tries to bring her back to consciousness. Lively helps his mother to her feet after a few seconds. The women looking very groggy from the impact DDT she just received.
Lively: I think that was you just trying to steal my thunder like usual.
***CRACK***
A super kick flips the women over on the concrete. Twister smirks as the self proclaimed JESUS brings his foot back down.
Lively: First the name of the team, then the entrance music...now your beating down my mother. Thats my gig bro...you can tea bag her, sodomize her, let her skat on your chest...or what ever your into...but when it comes to knocking her out cold....that job is MINE.
Twister: Cool...got it...wait skat...I don't engage in skat play.
Lively: Sure...anyways we have to get ready for these guy's.
Twister: I'm born ready...always ready...I could go right now...in fact I was going to kick the shit out of a wacko Power Ranger before I found out it was you.
Lively: Listen, I already beat you once...it would be a shame if I embarrassed you wearing a Blue Ranger suit.
Twister gets in Lively's face, and the JESUS stops for a minute looking away.
Lively: Whats that...
Twister: Yeah I gonna fall for that.
Lively: No really what is that...
Lively points toward an object. Twister turns to look.
Twister: Dude...thats a camera.
Lively: then it must be time to cut a promo.
Twister: Your going to cut a prom looking like that.
Lively: Our world champion has a midget he calls his Lil Dick. Hardcore kid looks like a flash back from the nineties....and Streets Wilson sports the greasiest hair I have ever seen on a human being...this suit is far better then ail that.
Twister shakes his head at his partner. Lively looks at him concerned.
Lively: You serious...it's looks bad.
Twister nods, as does the camera man. Lively lets out a sigh, and walks off. A few minutes later from down the hall the familiar view comes into the picture. A hood Lively, with his tag title tucked into his pants swinging between his legs. The man wearing another custom air brushed pair of tights. The front side of the tights has a picture of Julian Bale, and Streets Wilson's faces, with what looks like a blurred out set of balls coming out of Lively's pants going right to their faces. The words Tea Bag Champion above their faces. The back side of the tights reading "THE JESUS".
Lively walks up, flips his hood back, and strikes his JESUS pose. Twister gives his partner a look over.
Twister: Tights again...dude go put the Power Ranger suit back on.
Lively: What ever...you know these puppies are fucking tight.
Twister: Tight alright...it looks like your smuggling grapes.
Lively: What about this custom art work....fucking sick Hung.
Twister: Yeah...pretty sick...a mans balls about to touch two other mens faces...your starting to worry me...this whole Woman Hater thing may be something we need to discuss...
Lively: Listen...tea bagging is funny...
Twister looks at Lively, and the JESUS just acts as if it's no big deal. Michael turns toward the camera.
Lively: APW...once again the Acts of God have come. Snow has landed in Las Vegas, and tonight more Natural Disasters are sure to strike.
Lively pats Twister on the shoulder. The man takes this as his cue, and begins to talk. Lively cuts him off and continues on.
Lively: So as we go into our tag title defense we bring some momentum. Well at least one of us is...my partner here will be on the rebound, and ready to make someone pay after loosing to Level One...
Twister has a look of disgust on his face.
Lively: Me on the other hand am coming off another prestigious victory.
Twister: Hold the fuck up...you won be DQ.
Lively: The key word there my friend is won...the why, or how is unimportant. Where was I...yeah our opponents. First Streets Wilson...were to begin with this broke dick superstar. It's no secret that you have the love of alcohol...and seem to be an addict.
Twister once again looks a Lively confused. Twister turns to Lively and whispers in his ear.
Twister: Dude..first the Power Ranger thing...now your claiming he's alcoholic, I'm not sure of your sources, but dude..
Lively: It's cool...No where was I...oh yes Streets Wilson...the alcoholic nightmare from those vicious Streets of Connecticut. Drop the act big man...we all know you ran out of money...came crawling back for a job, and a pay check to fuel your habits.
Twisters shakes his head at his partners crazy ramblings.
Lively: Jeff being a businessman saw an oppotunity...a chance to boost ratings a returning superstar is one of the hottest things in the industry....but not as hot as thee HOTTEST SHIT GOING.....ME.
Lively then shoves Twister aside as he strikes the I am JESUS pose for the camera. Lively then goes back on the rant trying to center himself in front of the camera.
Lively: Listen Streets...sure you have a partner, but seriously...any guy who couldn't beat Iggy the Iguana can't handle...
Twister shoves his way back into the picture.
Twister: If I remember right...you lost to Iggy.
Lively: But...yeah...well he quit cause he knew I was getting my rematch...besides I was just sand bagging it, because I had a big title match latter the next week against his wife.
Twister: His wife...who was his wife.
Lively: Dita Von Amora...I whooped her so bad...the both of those fuckers quit....moving on.
Twister: Whoa...I think you just broke Kayfabe.
Lively: Whats Kayfabe?
Twister then leans over whispering in his ear.
Lively: Yeah....now your going to tell me that we script the outcome...come on. Moving on...Iggy quit...fuck the Iguana...Streets Wilson..you couldn't beat Iggy.
Twister: Well...he did beat him...
Lively: Whatever....Streets Wilson...I was a champion and am a champion here in APW...what can you say about that...hunh.
Twister: Well he was the Xtreme champion...a title you haven't won yet..but I have....HA!
Lively: Listen....Streets...Miagi is dead...so is the Karate Kid, martial arts, and any other crazy ninja magic you think you posses. This is pro wrestling...if you try to catch me with a nerve grip...I'm going to spit in your face...bust you in the balls, and super kick your fucking face. Listen Streets...I may not have won the Xtreme title...but I hold the most wins in the APW singles division..(Twister begins mocking Lively as he continues) I had the longest Overdrive title reign in APW...and can say that I would have not lost my title to a girl...you lost your belt to a girl.
Twister: Man...you lost your title to Arcadia...a fucking girl.
Lively:Thats up for debate. Arcadia wears a mask...never have we seen the face of Player One...for all we know thats really a dude...besides when we wrestled I swear there was a penis between her legs. Now are you on their team or mine.....I mean ours.
Twister: Ours you sensitive prick...can't even take a joke.
Lively: Joke...we are cutting a promo. Now Streets Wilson, your are walking into the face of a storm...a holy storm...an Act of God. I would love to see you ninja kick a storm, or rip the throat out of a tornado....lucky for you, your just fighting me and Twister.
Twister: Dude...that didn't sound right.
Lively: Maybe your making me nervous...hoovering over me. Now Wilson...the mean streets of Connecticut have called, and asked for your to please stay in Long Island...maybe get a real lesson in what it's like to run the streets. Unlike Connecticut, Long Island New York is the real deal. Hustlers have to make a living, run the rugged streets with sickos and maniacs. What is there in Conniecut...a bunch of rich yuppie fucks, wondering how they are going to blow their money today. New York has killers, and murderers, and real thugs....not stick up kids from the sub burbs.The point being Mr. Wilson...you are in the big time now. People don't whimper at your fancy karate chops, or scatter cause of your Banzai tree kick. You try to stick some one up on these mean streets, and the roles will be reversed. You'll loose your wallet, catch a knife to the throat, and need some stitches. Just like the streets here....now your fucking with the real deal...Twister and Myself. We don't fuck around when it comes to these titles. Your coming to get a piece of ours, and we going to take yours as a leason...don't step up unless your ready to loose something. Cause we can't be stopped. We are the tag team champions...and your thrown together team doesn't threaten us. I mean seriously we have defeated Hardcore Ice...thats right I didn't stutter...HARDCORE fucking ICE.
Twister begins to chuckle at Lively's claim of greatness by defeating Hardcore Ice. Lively looks at his partner, and then laughs as well.
Lively: Ok...thats was a bad example...but when we give you bitches the smackdown...then their will be a claim, an accolade....
The two look at each other again...and burst int laughter.
Lively: Who am I kidding...fuck. After this match...the APW should declare us the all time greatest tag team champions in history. They should then retire the titles, along with our jersey's and numbers.
Twister: We don't have jersey's and numbers.
Lively: We could...we just walk over to the wardrobe department, put in an order...then ta-da...instant classics. Now you have it...we will retire these title after this match...and the Acts of God will go down in history for destroying the tag team division....APW's insurance didn't cover that. Not only does the JESUS piss on people hopes...but shit on entire divisions.
Lively then turns to walk away. Twisters whistles at him to get his attention.
Lively: Did you just whistle at the JESUS.
Twister: Sure did.
Lively: I am no dog...I don't come for whistles...
Twister: Dude...we aren't just fighting Streets Wilson...he has a partner.
Lively: He does.
Twister: Yeah that guy Julian who first challenged us.
Lively: Thats right...I remember that. Sorry sometimes I get so wrapped up in my greatness I forgot there are other people in the world. Julian Bala..where can I start with Julian Bale. First what girly ass name is Julian. Second this guy looks so familiar. He reminds me of somebody, some one real famous. I know I have seen that mug before.
Lively then puts his hand on his chin like he's pondering where he has seen him before.
Lively: Well the only thing I can figure...is you look like some one. A person who was born into this sport...a prince for wrestling but then would turn your back on this very sport. Turn your back on your family heritage. A business that made your family.
Twister: Are you fucking high...really Power Ranger's, alcoholic's, and now his family. I don't think his family is into wrestling...I have never even heard of Julian Bale before.
Lively: Ok...so maybe on this one I am wrong. What I am not wrong about is this. Julian Bale is an arrogant prick. He walks around like he is the greatest thing this sport has ever seen. He thinks of himself as the man, the only man in wrestling. Like he will make this sport greater then it has ever been.
Twister: Wow...does that sound familiar. I'm wondering where I could have heard that before.
Lively: Listen...from ME. I'm the savior of wrestling. The greatest thing to walk into a ring. Julian Bale is a rip off artist. A biter, trying to be like Michael Lively. I mean what better person to model yourself after. I'm successful, rugged, and simply the picture of perfection inside the ring. People tune in to see what the JESUS will do or say next. I garnered the largest fine in entertainment with my actions. Fines were sent down cause I'm to controversial for television. Just last week I pushed the envelope against Tabitha Crowley....by giving her a solid mouth pumping in the middle of the ring.
Twister: Yeah and almost got stabbed for your efforts.
Lively: It makes no difference to the JESUS...it got me a victory...another "W" in that column. The point is Julian Bale...you may want to be the JESUS...imitate the JESUS...break into the JESUS's house, and try to munty on my underwear...
Twister cringes at the thought of that.
Lively: I am the only JESUS. There will be no others. This business needs no Messiah...cause it has a savior already...ME. So walk that aisle, step through the ropes...and let me introduce myself to you...with a first class ass beating. Anybody that knows anything...knows how on point I am inside that ring with a title on the line...this will be no different. The Hottest Shit Going will be imitated...people will try to do what I do inside this ring...but not a single person can walk out...generate the hate that I do. Innovate moves like I do. The Prelude...when have you seen a man perform a shooting star leg drop prior to me...NEVER. Will you see others try that move...YES....just like others try to be the JESUS. Simply put...you can bite my style...copy my moves...try to recreate what I offer....but you will never be ME.
Michael then strikes another JESUS pose.
Lively: So sunshine girls Bale, and Wilson...drop to your knees. Mark out for the JESUS...and say a little prayer...cause I'm waiting to piss on those hopes, and shit all over those title dreams ladies. The JESUS will never die or be with out a title belt!!
Lively then walks off, with his title swinging between his legs. Twister looks at the camera and just shrugs his shoulders.
Twister: I can say...in the ring he's a hell of a hand...as for personalty...a little rough around the edges.
Twister then walks off in the opposite direction of his partner.
"IT'S MORPHIN TIME"
The man cart wheels toward the lady. He places his hands in the air then crane kicks the coffee out of her hand. Starbucks spills all over her chest. The man strikes a blue ninja Power Ranger pose.
"GO, GO POWER RANGERS"
Then the Blue Ranger scurries off.
Some time later a few tech crew members are standing around chatting it up. Then like a flash there is the Blue Ranger. Arms folded, and looking at the men like they are the target of his focus.
"DINO POWER"
The Blue Ranger sprints toward the men. He leaps out with a flying dragon kick. It connects with one of the mens chest. He falls back onto a stack of chairs. The Blue Ranger lands on his feet. He windmills his arms in the air. Then spins around sweeping one of the other guy's legs out from under him. Back flips, kicking the other man trying to run in the head with a Pele Kick.
"Hey...want throw down with some one"
Twister calls out, the rushes over to the Blue Ranger. The Mighty Morphin Power Ranger looks at the man. Then like Neo from the Matrix motions his hand for the muscle bound man to bring it on. Twister begins to flurry a barrage of punches at the Ranger. All punches are deflected with one arm in a typical Matrix fashion. One solid punches comes flying right at the helmet of the Blue Ranger. The fist is caught in one hand by the Ranger, while his other hand removes his helmet.
Twister: Lively...what the fuck man.
Lively: Nothing...
Twister: Dude you were beating on those guy's, and what with the Matrix stuff.
Lively: Must be this suit. I figured with Streets Wilson being a former Power Ranger, I had better prepare. As long as he doesn't wear the suit, we'll be fine.
Twister: Wait...where did you hear he was a former Power Ranger.
Lively: I don't know...just heard it. So I bought one of these suits on E-Bay...and fuck it does damn near every thing for you. So I'm going to Jeff's office and make sure our match is a now Power Ranger suit allowed match.
Twister: Now you sound like Jason Royce asking for gimmick matches. I don't think anyone would be trying to wear that suit to the ring. Listen I don't think he was a Power Ranger...and you got some bad info.
Lively: So your telling me some one lied to the JESUS. Thats whats wrong with this world...people lie to their savior...how can you expect a savior to fix your problems if you lie to him all the time.
Twister: Well....the savior is supposed to be all knowing...maybe they figured you would know whats truth or fiction.
Lively: I...uh...fuck that....so he's no Ranger...but this suit is fucking insane.
Just then Ms. Lively comes walking over. Her hand covering her mouth as she begins chuckling at Lively's outfit.
Ms. Lively: Whats with the get up.
Lively: This isn't a get up....it's an authentic Power Ranger suit...
Ms. Lively: Hahahaha...
Just then Twister gives Ms. Lively a kick to the mid section, then nails her with a Windbreaker.
Lively: WHOA....what the fuck are you doing.
Twister: She was clowning you...figured you were going to nail her with one of those kicks...so figured I'd help you out...Twister's always got your back.
Lively bends down looking after his mother. He tries to bring her back to consciousness. Lively helps his mother to her feet after a few seconds. The women looking very groggy from the impact DDT she just received.
Lively: I think that was you just trying to steal my thunder like usual.
***CRACK***
A super kick flips the women over on the concrete. Twister smirks as the self proclaimed JESUS brings his foot back down.
Lively: First the name of the team, then the entrance music...now your beating down my mother. Thats my gig bro...you can tea bag her, sodomize her, let her skat on your chest...or what ever your into...but when it comes to knocking her out cold....that job is MINE.
Twister: Cool...got it...wait skat...I don't engage in skat play.
Lively: Sure...anyways we have to get ready for these guy's.
Twister: I'm born ready...always ready...I could go right now...in fact I was going to kick the shit out of a wacko Power Ranger before I found out it was you.
Lively: Listen, I already beat you once...it would be a shame if I embarrassed you wearing a Blue Ranger suit.
Twister gets in Lively's face, and the JESUS stops for a minute looking away.
Lively: Whats that...
Twister: Yeah I gonna fall for that.
Lively: No really what is that...
Lively points toward an object. Twister turns to look.
Twister: Dude...thats a camera.
Lively: then it must be time to cut a promo.
Twister: Your going to cut a prom looking like that.
Lively: Our world champion has a midget he calls his Lil Dick. Hardcore kid looks like a flash back from the nineties....and Streets Wilson sports the greasiest hair I have ever seen on a human being...this suit is far better then ail that.
Twister shakes his head at his partner. Lively looks at him concerned.
Lively: You serious...it's looks bad.
Twister nods, as does the camera man. Lively lets out a sigh, and walks off. A few minutes later from down the hall the familiar view comes into the picture. A hood Lively, with his tag title tucked into his pants swinging between his legs. The man wearing another custom air brushed pair of tights. The front side of the tights has a picture of Julian Bale, and Streets Wilson's faces, with what looks like a blurred out set of balls coming out of Lively's pants going right to their faces. The words Tea Bag Champion above their faces. The back side of the tights reading "THE JESUS".
Lively walks up, flips his hood back, and strikes his JESUS pose. Twister gives his partner a look over.
Twister: Tights again...dude go put the Power Ranger suit back on.
Lively: What ever...you know these puppies are fucking tight.
Twister: Tight alright...it looks like your smuggling grapes.
Lively: What about this custom art work....fucking sick Hung.
Twister: Yeah...pretty sick...a mans balls about to touch two other mens faces...your starting to worry me...this whole Woman Hater thing may be something we need to discuss...
Lively: Listen...tea bagging is funny...
Twister looks at Lively, and the JESUS just acts as if it's no big deal. Michael turns toward the camera.
Lively: APW...once again the Acts of God have come. Snow has landed in Las Vegas, and tonight more Natural Disasters are sure to strike.
Lively pats Twister on the shoulder. The man takes this as his cue, and begins to talk. Lively cuts him off and continues on.
Lively: So as we go into our tag title defense we bring some momentum. Well at least one of us is...my partner here will be on the rebound, and ready to make someone pay after loosing to Level One...
Twister has a look of disgust on his face.
Lively: Me on the other hand am coming off another prestigious victory.
Twister: Hold the fuck up...you won be DQ.
Lively: The key word there my friend is won...the why, or how is unimportant. Where was I...yeah our opponents. First Streets Wilson...were to begin with this broke dick superstar. It's no secret that you have the love of alcohol...and seem to be an addict.
Twister once again looks a Lively confused. Twister turns to Lively and whispers in his ear.
Twister: Dude..first the Power Ranger thing...now your claiming he's alcoholic, I'm not sure of your sources, but dude..
Lively: It's cool...No where was I...oh yes Streets Wilson...the alcoholic nightmare from those vicious Streets of Connecticut. Drop the act big man...we all know you ran out of money...came crawling back for a job, and a pay check to fuel your habits.
Twisters shakes his head at his partners crazy ramblings.
Lively: Jeff being a businessman saw an oppotunity...a chance to boost ratings a returning superstar is one of the hottest things in the industry....but not as hot as thee HOTTEST SHIT GOING.....ME.
Lively then shoves Twister aside as he strikes the I am JESUS pose for the camera. Lively then goes back on the rant trying to center himself in front of the camera.
Lively: Listen Streets...sure you have a partner, but seriously...any guy who couldn't beat Iggy the Iguana can't handle...
Twister shoves his way back into the picture.
Twister: If I remember right...you lost to Iggy.
Lively: But...yeah...well he quit cause he knew I was getting my rematch...besides I was just sand bagging it, because I had a big title match latter the next week against his wife.
Twister: His wife...who was his wife.
Lively: Dita Von Amora...I whooped her so bad...the both of those fuckers quit....moving on.
Twister: Whoa...I think you just broke Kayfabe.
Lively: Whats Kayfabe?
Twister then leans over whispering in his ear.
Lively: Yeah....now your going to tell me that we script the outcome...come on. Moving on...Iggy quit...fuck the Iguana...Streets Wilson..you couldn't beat Iggy.
Twister: Well...he did beat him...
Lively: Whatever....Streets Wilson...I was a champion and am a champion here in APW...what can you say about that...hunh.
Twister: Well he was the Xtreme champion...a title you haven't won yet..but I have....HA!
Lively: Listen....Streets...Miagi is dead...so is the Karate Kid, martial arts, and any other crazy ninja magic you think you posses. This is pro wrestling...if you try to catch me with a nerve grip...I'm going to spit in your face...bust you in the balls, and super kick your fucking face. Listen Streets...I may not have won the Xtreme title...but I hold the most wins in the APW singles division..(Twister begins mocking Lively as he continues) I had the longest Overdrive title reign in APW...and can say that I would have not lost my title to a girl...you lost your belt to a girl.
Twister: Man...you lost your title to Arcadia...a fucking girl.
Lively:Thats up for debate. Arcadia wears a mask...never have we seen the face of Player One...for all we know thats really a dude...besides when we wrestled I swear there was a penis between her legs. Now are you on their team or mine.....I mean ours.
Twister: Ours you sensitive prick...can't even take a joke.
Lively: Joke...we are cutting a promo. Now Streets Wilson, your are walking into the face of a storm...a holy storm...an Act of God. I would love to see you ninja kick a storm, or rip the throat out of a tornado....lucky for you, your just fighting me and Twister.
Twister: Dude...that didn't sound right.
Lively: Maybe your making me nervous...hoovering over me. Now Wilson...the mean streets of Connecticut have called, and asked for your to please stay in Long Island...maybe get a real lesson in what it's like to run the streets. Unlike Connecticut, Long Island New York is the real deal. Hustlers have to make a living, run the rugged streets with sickos and maniacs. What is there in Conniecut...a bunch of rich yuppie fucks, wondering how they are going to blow their money today. New York has killers, and murderers, and real thugs....not stick up kids from the sub burbs.The point being Mr. Wilson...you are in the big time now. People don't whimper at your fancy karate chops, or scatter cause of your Banzai tree kick. You try to stick some one up on these mean streets, and the roles will be reversed. You'll loose your wallet, catch a knife to the throat, and need some stitches. Just like the streets here....now your fucking with the real deal...Twister and Myself. We don't fuck around when it comes to these titles. Your coming to get a piece of ours, and we going to take yours as a leason...don't step up unless your ready to loose something. Cause we can't be stopped. We are the tag team champions...and your thrown together team doesn't threaten us. I mean seriously we have defeated Hardcore Ice...thats right I didn't stutter...HARDCORE fucking ICE.
Twister begins to chuckle at Lively's claim of greatness by defeating Hardcore Ice. Lively looks at his partner, and then laughs as well.
Lively: Ok...thats was a bad example...but when we give you bitches the smackdown...then their will be a claim, an accolade....
The two look at each other again...and burst int laughter.
Lively: Who am I kidding...fuck. After this match...the APW should declare us the all time greatest tag team champions in history. They should then retire the titles, along with our jersey's and numbers.
Twister: We don't have jersey's and numbers.
Lively: We could...we just walk over to the wardrobe department, put in an order...then ta-da...instant classics. Now you have it...we will retire these title after this match...and the Acts of God will go down in history for destroying the tag team division....APW's insurance didn't cover that. Not only does the JESUS piss on people hopes...but shit on entire divisions.
Lively then turns to walk away. Twisters whistles at him to get his attention.
Lively: Did you just whistle at the JESUS.
Twister: Sure did.
Lively: I am no dog...I don't come for whistles...
Twister: Dude...we aren't just fighting Streets Wilson...he has a partner.
Lively: He does.
Twister: Yeah that guy Julian who first challenged us.
Lively: Thats right...I remember that. Sorry sometimes I get so wrapped up in my greatness I forgot there are other people in the world. Julian Bala..where can I start with Julian Bale. First what girly ass name is Julian. Second this guy looks so familiar. He reminds me of somebody, some one real famous. I know I have seen that mug before.
Lively then puts his hand on his chin like he's pondering where he has seen him before.
Lively: Well the only thing I can figure...is you look like some one. A person who was born into this sport...a prince for wrestling but then would turn your back on this very sport. Turn your back on your family heritage. A business that made your family.
Twister: Are you fucking high...really Power Ranger's, alcoholic's, and now his family. I don't think his family is into wrestling...I have never even heard of Julian Bale before.
Lively: Ok...so maybe on this one I am wrong. What I am not wrong about is this. Julian Bale is an arrogant prick. He walks around like he is the greatest thing this sport has ever seen. He thinks of himself as the man, the only man in wrestling. Like he will make this sport greater then it has ever been.
Twister: Wow...does that sound familiar. I'm wondering where I could have heard that before.
Lively: Listen...from ME. I'm the savior of wrestling. The greatest thing to walk into a ring. Julian Bale is a rip off artist. A biter, trying to be like Michael Lively. I mean what better person to model yourself after. I'm successful, rugged, and simply the picture of perfection inside the ring. People tune in to see what the JESUS will do or say next. I garnered the largest fine in entertainment with my actions. Fines were sent down cause I'm to controversial for television. Just last week I pushed the envelope against Tabitha Crowley....by giving her a solid mouth pumping in the middle of the ring.
Twister: Yeah and almost got stabbed for your efforts.
Lively: It makes no difference to the JESUS...it got me a victory...another "W" in that column. The point is Julian Bale...you may want to be the JESUS...imitate the JESUS...break into the JESUS's house, and try to munty on my underwear...
Twister cringes at the thought of that.
Lively: I am the only JESUS. There will be no others. This business needs no Messiah...cause it has a savior already...ME. So walk that aisle, step through the ropes...and let me introduce myself to you...with a first class ass beating. Anybody that knows anything...knows how on point I am inside that ring with a title on the line...this will be no different. The Hottest Shit Going will be imitated...people will try to do what I do inside this ring...but not a single person can walk out...generate the hate that I do. Innovate moves like I do. The Prelude...when have you seen a man perform a shooting star leg drop prior to me...NEVER. Will you see others try that move...YES....just like others try to be the JESUS. Simply put...you can bite my style...copy my moves...try to recreate what I offer....but you will never be ME.
Michael then strikes another JESUS pose.
Lively: So sunshine girls Bale, and Wilson...drop to your knees. Mark out for the JESUS...and say a little prayer...cause I'm waiting to piss on those hopes, and shit all over those title dreams ladies. The JESUS will never die or be with out a title belt!!
Lively then walks off, with his title swinging between his legs. Twister looks at the camera and just shrugs his shoulders.
Twister: I can say...in the ring he's a hell of a hand...as for personalty...a little rough around the edges.
Twister then walks off in the opposite direction of his partner.
